"Poof!"

The sound of water was rising, but it was the head of Canglan Mountain Ji who was forced by his eyes, and he dodged to the side in a panic, and he didn't even notice that he stepped into the hot spring.

Interrupted by his funny and ugly appearance, Yunmo's anger temporarily stopped, but he was still bored and unwilling to speak.

Mr. Ghost over there saw that the atmosphere was not good, and was about to say something, but he saw Yunmo's eyes shining and staring at him up and down, but for some reason he panicked, as if he had seen through his whole body, he subconsciously tightened his robe, and he couldn't say a word about what he wanted to say.

Ghost Li kept staring at his fragmented face reflected on the water, and remained silent.

The lady in white took a step slowly, ignoring Lu Xueqi's raised sword, and pleaded softly to Yunmo: "Mo'er, I know that he told you the location of the Huang family's treasure. I only ask you for a treasure, that soul flag is very important to my Yao'er, please, please ......"

Song Daren and the others were all shocked when they heard the Ghost King Sect's woman's name for Yunmo, and they all turned their heads to look at Yunmo. Which cloud ink doesn't flash doesn't have to answer: "Do you think this soul flag can save Baguio?"

"Yes!" Ghost's mind had never turned so fast, and in just a moment, he heard hope from the name of the lady in white, and hurriedly replied.

Yunmo, who was stared at by several pairs of eager eyes, was noncommittal, but looked at Mr. Ghost in a black robe: "Mr. Ghost has studied the way of ghosts, and he has studied heaven and man, but I don't know if he can be proficient in the method of conjuring spirits?"

Several people in the Ghost King Sect were shocked, this Mr. Ghost was extremely mysterious, that is, the four great saints didn't know where he came from, but they were called out by Yunmo to reveal his identity, and they couldn't help but be surprised. The ghost gentleman was even more cold, and was about to prevaricate a few words, but he was stared at by Yunmo, and felt that his eyes seemed to have a strange magic power, forcing himself to have the slightest concealment: "Although there is a dabbling, the ghost road is very dangerous, and the magic is wonderful." Especially the method of conjuring spirits, which has extremely high requirements for the physique of the caster, but the old man has no chance with it. ”

"In that case, do you think Mr. Lai knows how to summon spirits?"

"The old man once got an ancient book, but there was a detailed description of the method of conjuring spirits, but the text was obscure and unusual, and the old man was obtuse...... Failed to understand it. Mr. Ghost's words were a little hesitant.

After getting the other party's hesitant affirmation, Yunmo said lightly: "I once knew a person who was only ten years old and could perform the art of conjuring spirits, and he was really very talented on the way to the ghost road, but he was suffering from no famous teacher, and asked Mr. to borrow this ancient book with him, and when that person learned well, I would take her to Huqi Mountain to treat Baguio." ”

"How is it possible to cast the art of conjuring spirits at the age of ten!" Mr. Ghost was silent for a while, and his voice suddenly became high-pitched: "The art of conjuring spirits is not an ordinary spell, no matter how talented a ten-year-old child is, it is difficult to resist the power of the Netherworld Protector, how can she successfully complete the spell!"

Hearing his questioning, Yunmo was not angry, after all, the scene of Xiaohuan's spell casting that night was too dangerous, if it weren't for the layers of coincidences, I was afraid that the little girl would have died a long time ago, and seeing that the Ghost King Sect and several people were suspicious, he explained slightly: "At that time, I was on the side, using the elixir in the door to protect her body, and confronted the Netherworld Protector for a moment, and dragged it until the spell was completed, which saved her life." ”

Mr. Ghost was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "Books can be given to you, but the ghost path is extremely difficult, although she is highly talented, it is difficult to guarantee that she will be able to master its essence in a short time, but Miss Baguio's soul is bound in the Hehuan bell for a long time, but I don't know if I can wait until that day." ”

"I know. Yunmo had already planned for this: "There is a black witch clan in the 100,000 mountains of southern Xinjiang, and its great wizards have mastered the magic of soul conjuring, and they happen to have some clues about this clan, so that they are preparing to go to southern Xinjiang to invite the great wizard out of the mountain." It's just that the current great wizard is old, but he doesn't know if he can read to support the spiritualist ritual, so he needs the help of my little friend to learn and be sure enough. ”

The lady in white felt like she was in a stormy sea, sometimes rushing to the clouds, sometimes falling into the trough. In the past year, they have counted into southern Xinjiang, but there is no news of the Black Witch Clan, at this time, when they heard Yunmo said that there was a clue about the Black Witch Clan, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, and hurriedly walked over and lowered their voices: "Mr. Ghost ......"

Ghost Li was also ecstatic, and turned to Mr. Ghost to the ground, choked up: "Mr. Ghost, please ...... you"

Mr. Ghost was at a loss, hurriedly helped the two of them up, and sighed: "Stop, stop! The art of ghost has always been despised by the world, and if someone can carry it forward, it is also the old man's wish." Out of nowhere, he took out a half-finger-wide black wordless cover scroll and threw it to Yunmo: "This is the ancient book I transcribed, as well as some of the magic comprehensions that the old man has learned in half his life, all of them." ”

Yunmo took the book in his hand but didn't look at it, and hugged his fist at Mr. Ghost: "Mr. has to accept good apprentices, he should be happy." ”

Mr. Ghost snorted coldly: "You forced me to hand over this book, and the old man has never meant to accept apprentices." ”

"Having said that," a hint of laughter appeared at the corner of Yunmo's mouth: "My little friend is kind-hearted, and he is the most kind, but after learning your skills, he naturally recognizes you as a master." ”

Mr. Ghost's body shook, and he wanted to speak and stopped, but he didn't say anything, shook his head and slowly retreated down the mountain road.

The lady in white glanced at Song Daren, who was still tense, and finally pressed many words back into her stomach, and said to Yunmo with red eyes: "Mo'er, thank you very much, Yao'er...... Then please!"

Yunmo looked at the image of the little girl who was playing in the water and having fun floating out of the pool of springs, and promised: "Wrap it up on me!"

Anyway, he didn't look at the two Bai You girls who left in a hurry, and shouted at the ghosts who were struggling a little but still bowed their heads and followed them down the mountain: "Little junior brother, where are you going!"

Ghost Li's body stiffened, stopped in place, and after a long time, he said slowly: "So many things have happened, I have ...... It can't be Qingyun's Zhang Xiaofan anymore. ”

Song Daren and Tian Ling'er, who were about to open their mouths to persuade, shook their bodies at the same time, and they couldn't say the words of persuasion again.

Yes, after all these heart-rending wounds, can they still pretend that nothing happened and let everything go back to the way it was?

Tian Ling'er shed tears, for a year, she always wanted to get this little brother who was closest to her back - just like when they pulled back and beat the little gray who had broken things and fled into the mountains to hide.

In her heart, this little junior brother was just lost, and when he found his way home, he would naturally come back.

But it wasn't until this moment, the moment closest to her after he left Qingyun, that she suddenly realized that this little junior brother of hers had embarked on a path that would make her farther and farther, and she couldn't turn back.

What separates them is not only thousands of mountains and rivers, but also a Immortal Holy Sword!

For the first time in her life, she was so heartily sad, different from the grievances she had had had fought with her parents for Qi Hao back then, this time, she only felt a powerless emptiness and loss - it seemed that something very important had been stripped from her and drifted away.

She looked at the familiar and unfamiliar back, and an irresistible bitterness surged into her heart, and she cried out in Wen Min's arms who leaned on the side.

"Old Seven, alas!" Song Daren sighed in mourning, plunged the Ten Tiger Immortal Sword into the ground in front of him, turned his back, and shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"Little junior brother. An experience is over, and a new life has just begun. Our ultimate goal is to truly get rid of the sad and hopeless attitude to life and face life with a new look. No one but yourself can write your fate. Yunmo remembered the famous sentence in a book he had read in his previous life, and said to Ghost Li. sighed slightly again, and said in a low voice: "Presumably Baguio will not want to see such a non-human and ghost-like you when he wakes up." ”

The ghost shook his body, but he only heard Yunmo continue: "There is one more thing I hope you can remember, no matter how others are. From top to bottom of our Dazhu Peak, no one has ever said that they would drive you out of the house. The master once said, 'The affairs of our Dazhufeng are not yet in the turn of others to take care of them!' I know that you can't let go of your feelings now, but where to go in the future, you can do it yourself!, but if I run into you killing innocent people again, don't blame me for not remembering the old feelings!" In the end, Yunmo's tone became more and more serious, whether it was sympathy for him or the guarantee for his future plans, he really didn't want Zhang Xiaofan to sink into the killing, and really become the blood boy in the future, and truly cut off the road to return to Qingyun.

Ghost Li didn't seem to hear the warning behind him at all, and when he heard Tian Buyi, his thin shoulders trembled violently, causing the hem of the wide black robe to shake more than once.

Suddenly, he suddenly pulled out his legs and strode down the mountain, leaving only a low and subtle "um", which was sent to the ears of several people by the breeze in the bamboo forest.

After burying the bodies of Huang Xuanyi and Ji Huanyu in the bamboo forest, several people also cleaned up the dull mood brought by Zhang Xiaofan. Yunmo looked at the few people who obviously had a lot of questions, and said with a smile: "I know that you are confused, so if you have any questions, just ask." ”

Several people looked at each other, but it was Song Daren who asked first: "Little junior brother, what is the relationship between you and the woman of the Ghost King Sect?" He suddenly remembered that on Liubo Island, this woman stood quite close with the Ghost King, and frowned and asked: "Who is that woman?" It seems that her status is higher than that Suzaku. ”

"She is Baguio's mother, the wife of the Ghost King. Seeing a pair of four people who had already guessed, their eyes crossed the sky, crossed the bamboo forest, crossed the hot spring, crossed the little girl who sat on the ground and was leaning on the little girl, crossed the boundary of time and space, and fell on that autumn afternoon, the two big and one small three women, with a nostalgic voice extremely ethereal: "More than ten years ago, when I was a fledgling, I met Xiaoxiao here, and it was the first time I met Baguio, who was still a little girl, and Aunt Bai. Aunt Bai gave me a very strange feeling, knowing that she was an enemy, but she couldn't mention any hostility at all. Her gentleness, warmth, and familiarity. That feeling ......" He glanced at the four people who were obviously crooked, and said slowly: "...... Just like my mom. ”

Ignoring the four people who were obviously relieved, he said slowly: "Saving Baguio, not only for the sake of the little junior brother and Aunt Bai, I have other plans." Yun Mo's eyes suddenly froze, and he asked rhetorically: "When you were in the Arctic Ice Field, you must have learned more about the affairs of the Gang Clan. From what you can see, if Cheng Peng and the others can't hold it, with the strength of the various sects in the Central Plains, can they deal with the invasion of the Er clan?"

With a white face, Song Daren couldn't help but glance at Wen Min, obviously recalling the danger of the bitter battle. Several people thought of the strange pure black eyes at the same time, and they couldn't help but shudder.

Song Daren thought about it for a long time, but he had to smile bitterly: "If you look at the scale of the invasion of the Rong army that Cheng Shenshang said they said, I am afraid that no sect in the Central Plains can resist its soldiers, even if our Qingyunmen has a Zhuxian Sword Formation, I am afraid that it will not be able to resist." ”

"That's right!" Yunmo affirmed: "With Cheng Peng's cultivation and formation, it is inevitable that they will be lost in every battle, not to mention us, if we want to resist their invasion, only by combining the power of the whole world, the two realms of righteousness and demons can join hands to resist the enemy, and then we will have a chance to win." ”

"But ......" Wen Minxiu frowned slightly, feeling that Yunmo was thinking too idealistic.

"I know what you're trying to say. Yunmo interrupted their question: "The gap between the two realms of righteousness and demons has been thousands of years old, how can it be eliminated overnight? We have enough time to gradually eliminate the grudges between the two sides from little by little, for example, the junior brother is a good breakthrough. It's a daunting task and a complicated task, but it has to be done for the sake of the long term. ”