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The girl dressed in white seems to have come from the sky.

White boots stepped on the yellow sand, walked slowly, and walked towards a palace.

Xuanhu Sect.

Once upon a time, this was a sacred place for many monks, and a dream for many ordinary people.

However, in just one night, the pure world blue lotus withered, and this place is destined to become a forgotten memory by the world.

At a glance, the eyes are full of depression.

Yuyu Qionglou has become a burial place for dead branches and leaves. The originally clean bluestone road has been flooded by the wind and sand, and it has become earthy yellow, and even the palace eaves are covered with thick loess.

It was dim all around, and all the lights had been extinguished, except for the Silver Candle Palace. The dim light shone on the dry ground in front of the door, illuminating a snow-white figure.

Before the sun rose, Mu Lingyu was already standing outside the door of the Silver Candle Palace.

She stood motionless, for I don't know how long. Until the sun rises in the east, the morning sun shines on the side of her face, and the delicate silhouette is like an ice sculpture.

Yellow sand rises in the distance.

When the wind and sand suddenly stopped, a figure wearing a black tiger skin appeared. He strode forward, a bronze sword in his hand.

When Yiqu handed the bronze sword to Mu Lingyu's side, she still didn't move, her eyes always staring at the door of the Silver Candle Palace. Her snow-white clothes were covered with sand, her black hair was dyed yellow, and her face was pale, so pale that there was not a trace of blood.

"What about people?" she asked.

"In addition to the sword, there was only the corpse of a child. That kid fell into the exquisite blood array, and he was only afraid that there would be more evil and less luck. ”

Mu Lingyu's eyes opened slightly, his expression froze for a long time, and he said in a deep voice:

"You go, I want to be alone. ”

"Even if you die at the hands of Jiang Xuan, you still insist on saving him?"

"Yes. ”

Mu Lingyu said a word without hesitation.

Yiqu stared at the tiger and said angrily:

"From childhood to adulthood, I was born and died for you. Don't you understand my mind at all?"

"I understand. ”

"Since you know, then tell me, what is wrong with that kid?"

"All. ”

Mu Lingyu replied categorically with two words.

Yiqu's sturdy body leaned slightly, as if swallowing a mouthful of bitter water, his heart was filled with thick bitterness, and his big hand clenched the bronze sword, as if he was about to crush the hilt.

Mu Lingyu lowered her eyebrows lightly and looked at the sword that belonged to her. She always had that look on her face when she didn't want to speak again.

Yiqu suddenly stuck the bronze sword into the sand, and said angrily:

"Okay, stay alone! I don't want to die with you!"

With that, he turned to leave, and his lonely back disappeared into the rolling yellow sand.

Mu Lingyu looked at the direction he left and said in a low voice:

"Thank you. ”

"People like me......

“...... I don't deserve someone to die for me. ”

A stump leaf, detached from the dead branches, swayed in the wind.

Those who meet in the water, aren't they also like this residual leaf, and who can predict the clutch of fate?

At this time, the wind carries a dampness.

The sky was dark rain clouds, as damp and gloomy as a gloom.

The door opened.

Mu Lingyu raised his head and saw Moshu.

Moshu still wears a patina mask, but the dark green robe has been replaced by a white linen cloth. The few people who followed him were all dressed in linen and filial piety, as if they were paying tribute to someone, and they were all dressed in white like snow.

When Mo Shu walked to Mu Lingyu's side, she was still standing in the same place, and she hadn't even changed her posture.

"Your Excellency is the deceased brother?"

As he spoke, a pair of eyes behind the bronze mask looked Mu Lingyu up and down.

Mu Lingyu shook his head. Although she didn't come to mourn, her white clothes happened to be the right moment.

Huangmei Daoren walked over and introduced, "She is the wife of the Lord of the Vortex Spirit Pavilion. ”

As soon as the words fell, Li Rumei walked over with sultry steps. Mei glanced at Mu Lingyu, and said coquettishly unhappily:

"It turns out that the wife of the Lord of the Whirling Spirit Pavilion is so beautiful, no wonder he will turn a blind eye to me. It's a pity that such a good man entered that kind of place, and I am afraid that he will not have a chance with the slave family in the next life. ”

Mo Shu was indifferent to his wife's debauched words, and when he heard the words "Lord of the Whirling Spirit Pavilion", he did not show a trace of excitement. Obviously, his dead Silver Fox brother did not tell the truth about the withering of the Pure World Blue Lotus.

"I said how it looks familiar. Mo Shu said lightly, turned around and walked towards the Silver Candle Palace, and sighed in his mouth: "Madam, please go back." Your husband has entered that kind of place, and it is better to die than to live. ”

Mu Lingyu stepped forward and said, "As long as you save him, I am willing to do anything for you." ”

"Anything?" Mo Shu suddenly stopped, turned his head and smiled: "I want to break your pure yin jade body, and you agree?"

Huangmei Daoist couldn't help frowning slightly, he knew that breaking the pure yin body not only meant ruining cultivation, but also ruining a woman's innocence.

However, hearing her husband molesting other people's wives, Li Rumei snorted and pursed her lips and smiled.

Mu Lingyu was just about to speak, when he suddenly heard a haggard voice come abruptly:

"Brother Yi's bones are not cold, Mr. is really interested. ”

In the middle of the words, a gap opened out of thin air between Mo Shu and Mu Lingyu.

Jiang Ying was wearing a dark red robe and slowly walked out of the gap.

Mo Shu immediately clenched his fists and said sharply: "It's just in time! Jiang Xuan killed my brother! The old man first sacrificed his son's blood!"

"Sir...... Jiang Ying hunched his back like an old man, and said slowly: "The student is not here to send him to death, but to save his life......"

"Whose life is being saved?" asked Murshu.

"Save the lives of everyone here. After speaking, Jiang Ying lowered his head and let out a violent cough.

"You better save your life first!" Mo Shu sneered and said disdainfully: "In the love of master and apprentice, hand over the Creation Jade, the old man can spare you, otherwise you don't want to leave alive today!"

"The Jade of Creation is really not in the hands of the students, and even if it is, it can't save Mr. The students came only to help Mr. Peng this time, and Penglai won the battle. ”

"No need! The old man had already discovered that although Jiang Xuan had cultivated the Xuanqing Eight Realms, he had only recovered to the Xuanqing Three Realms that day in Chongyang. That day, the Lord of the Spiral Spirit Pavilion broke his Yin Yang Nine Palace Array, and Jiang Xuan almost died, not for a year and a half, but I was afraid that the skills of the Xuanqing Three Realms would not be enough. The decisive battle of Penglai is next month, and he has no chance of winning. ”

Jiang Ying coughed again, slowly took out a piece of cloth and wiped his mouth, and said, "Jiang Xuan may have been like this in the past, but now he can recover to the same Xuanqing Three Realms as you in just one month." You should know that a person who has cultivated to the Eight Realms of Xuanqing has not only cultivation, but also countless means. ”

Mo Shu asked tentatively, "Do you want to say that you know Jiang Xuan's methods well?"

Jiang Ying shook his head and said, "If you want to talk about the means to deal with the Jiang family, there is a person who has been studying for many years first, and I am afraid that he knows better than the students......"

Saying that, Jiang Ying looked at Mu Lingyu and said:

"I don't know why you didn't kill me at the Chongyang Banquet, but it was a wise decision. I'm not going to let all the years of your work go to waste. I want you to use the methods you wanted to use against me before to deal with the enemy who killed your master!"

Mu Lingyu looked directly into Jiang Ying's eyes and said sharply, "You are not qualified to order me now!"

Jiang Ying hesitated, smiled bitterly, and said, "I really don't have the qualifications, but Mr. Mo does." As long as you help him win the battle with Penglai, he must not be stingy to tell you the way to save people. The two of you have joined forces, one can avenge the murderer, and the other can avenge the murder of the brother. Why not kill two birds with one stone?"

Mu Lingyu turned his head and glanced at Mo Shu.

Mo Shu lowered his head and pondered for a while, continued to probe Jiang Ying's tone, and said:

"We have taken revenge, but you have become a sinner who killed your father......"

"Kill your father?" Jiang Ying smiled sadly, looking up to the sky and sighing: "I don't have that kind of father! I just want his life!"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Lingyu suddenly looked at the eaves of the Silver Candle Palace, and his eyes were filled with white coldness!

"Who's there?"

Before Mu Lingyu's words fell, Mo Shu had already come to the roof, only to see a white shadow suddenly disappear under the eaves.

"No need to chase. Li Rumei said coquettishly: "It's just a white mouse." ”

Huangmei Taoist stroked his beard and sighed: "It's cloudy and rainy, and the white rats are moving, I'm afraid that a big disaster will come." ”

The eyes in Moshu's mask flickered thoughtfully. At this time, a drop of cold rain fell on the back of his neck, and there was a hint of coolness. He slowly looked up at the sky, and saw a black cloud overhead.

"I don't go on a cloudy day, I'm just afraid that the rain will drench my head. Jiang Ying coughed a few times and said to Moshu, "Sir, let's go into the house and discuss." ”

Murshu nodded slowly.

Everyone followed him into the Silver Candle Palace, only Mu Lingyu stood in place, looking up at the haze above his head.

The wind rustled the dead branches. Lightning scurried like a crooked red snake in the clouds.

With a deafening thunderclap, heavy rain poured down.

Raindrops falling on the face, with gloomy colors.

No one knows, what blurs her vision, is it rain, is it tears?

Or blood?

Her blood was once colder than rain, and her heart was as cold as ice.

Until I met that person, that lamp.

The rain is falling.

Where is he?