"Thank you seniors for avenging Cold Spring Valley! Poor Dao Nan Ion is willing to follow the true monarch around, before and after the saddle, he will not give up!" The old monk Nan Ion burst into tears, and was about to kneel down to Mu Weiming on the spot, but he felt an invisible energy, which made him unable to kneel down no matter what.

"The way is used to being alone, and there is no need for followers. Mu Weiming turned around and said: "There is also the Ethereal Sword Sect that is at war with the Dark Sword Alliance in the Northern Cold Domain, you can go there?" Or, you can contact other sects that have been invaded by the Dark Sword Alliance by yourself, and organize it yourself, this Dao doesn't mind that you can use the name of the Frozen Soul True Monarch." ”

Hearing that Mu Weiming asked him to go to the Ethereal Sword Sect, Nan Ion's heart was half cold, he had never been to the Ethereal Sword Sect anywhere, but the Ethereal Sword Sect was busy with various affairs, and he had no time to receive Nan Ion, and he directly ignored the fact that he wanted to join the Ethereal Sword Sect.

Poor Lao Dao probably never gave up his simple nature as a woodcutter, so that he was often ignored.

However, when he heard that Mu Weiming allowed him to use the name of the Frozen Soul True Monarch to establish an organization against the Dark Sword Alliance, his heart burned again, and he wanted to worship again, but he still couldn't worship it, so he could only thank him for a long time.

"It's a coincidence. Mu Weiming looked at Lao Dao Nan Ion, suddenly remembered something, took out a scroll of calligraphy and threw it to him: "This is a notebook left by a master of the Daode Sect, I gave it to you, maybe it will help you." ”

This poster is Mu Weiming in the Qinglian Palace rubbing, the author is naturally from the so-called "good people of the Daode Sect" of the strange monk left a "visit here" post, Mu Weiming suddenly remembered the "Tao Te Ching" in the words, feel that this poster and the old Tao has a fate, so gifted.

"In addition, no matter what organization you establish, it is right and evil, and I hope that this way will not be unhappy. Mu Weiming said, and looked down at the depressed scholar who was still lying on the table and sleeping.

Look at the clothes should be what kind of children from famous families. Listening to the tone, his life experience is probably not ordinary, he can shout at the martial arts monks in the late stage of the Holy Realm, without looking at it at all, in addition to being drunk, I am afraid that there is also a habit, what kind of place can produce such a young master?

Ha, but these have nothing to do with Mu Weiming, just after looking at it, he is no longer interested. He was thinking about the wine he drank last time he came to Chunfeng Garden, but unfortunately with the purple jade lantern in his hand, even Su Nuan couldn't recognize that he was actually Song Si.

In addition, who made the shot just now, Mu Weiming is still unclear, and the evidence has been refined into water by Mi Ya'er, so he has nowhere to check, but this Spring Breeze Garden is the owner of the garden, Su Nuan, with such a close relationship between Mi Ya'er and Su Nuan, there is no one else who secretly shot at Ye Dujiang except them.

Who the hell is it. It doesn't matter how he makes a move, because now that he is still alive, it seems that the environmentally friendly "Cold Lantern Jue" is also very good. At least he got a lot of privileges, like just now.

The Northern War has come to an end, and the news of the Tianshan Martial Cultivators has also been obtained, and Mu Weiming's goal has been achieved. It's just that the Dark Sword Alliance dared to disguise itself as a person from the Ethereal Sword Sect all the way to sneak attack the Martial Cultivators, I'm afraid there are some reasons for this, no matter what. He has to recover some more interest from the Dark Sword Alliance for the martial arts cultivators.

"Master Yuan, I was disturbed a lot today, so I took my leave. ”

The movement is big enough, it's time to end, Mu Weiming thanked Su Nuan and said goodbye, Su Nuan nodded, Mi Ya'er blinked, threw him a jade card printed with laurel flowers, and said: "Remember to come and play often, with this jade card, Chunfeng Yuan will give you the highest level of VIP treatment." Hee-hee, this is something that even that stupid Song Si didn't get. ”

"Okay, farewell. "Ha, fool Song Si? Mu Weiming nodded, left the Spring Breeze Garden with the purple jade lantern, and walked into the wind and snow that did not stop.

"Wait for me!"

After walking a few steps, he saw that the depressed scholar chased him out of the Spring Breeze Garden, Mu Weiming's footsteps did not stop, and the scholar chased eagerly, about this body was tortured by himself excessively, and he did not chase a hundred meters, but he would slip and fall to the ground with a bang, fall into the residual snow, and see blood in his palms.

If it weren't for the fact that this was the Flying Snow City where cultivators lived in groups, and the city was most focused on cleanliness, I am afraid he would have fallen out of the mud and filth.

Mu Weiming stopped, only stopped for a breath, and continued to walk forward, in his consciousness, at the moment when the scholar fell, he saw a tear in the scholar's eyes, this feeling, which seemed to be somewhat similar, evoked memories somewhere in his heart, but because it was too long, these memories were very vague.

Memory, where are those missing memories? The vague feeling in this memory seems to be very close to those missing memories, Mu Weiming stopped again, waiting for the scholar who turned from tears to joy to chase him to his side.

At this moment, the genius is bright, but under the vast wind and snow, it is still extremely dim, and the bright light in Mu Weiming's hand is extremely warm in it, although this light reveals a cold atmosphere.

"Senior, can you take me to cultivate the Demon Dao Technique?" the scholar asked, a Confucian disciple suddenly wanted to learn the Demon Dao Technique from the Demon Dao Cultivator, no matter how you look at it, it looks very strange.

"What is the Demon Dao?" Mu Weiming carried the purple jade lantern and walked in front of Xu Bu.

When the scholar heard the legendary Frozen Soul True Monarch ask, he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and followed behind to think about this question.

"Demons are evil, demons are evil, I want to be evil, I want to be evil!" replied the scholar.

If it was an ordinary Demon Dao cultivator who heard this, he would probably laugh, and then ignore the scholar, but what he met was Mu Weiming.

One thought becomes an immortal, a year becomes a demon, what is a demon, what is the devil, Mu Weiming is not clear, but the scholar's answer is not what he wants.

This question doesn't have any special significance, it's just because every time you want to cultivate the Void Sword Technique to a higher volume, you will encounter strange questions about the sword, and you will be tossed very miserably, so Mu Weiming will ask this scholar who suddenly became less depressed and had a little hope today.

If the answer is wrong, he will not teach, and if the answer is reasonable, maybe he will teach. No matter what it is, if it is too simple, this person will not cherish it too much, Mu Weiming does not believe that everyone has the gentlemanly character of Confucianism, not to mention that there are characters such as Ling Xingmo among Confucian gentlemen.

Mu Weiming continued to move forward without giving the scholar any response, and the scholar immediately reacted, his answer was wrong, so he had to scratch the back of his head and follow.

"Demons are demons! If the heart is not right, the way is not right, and it fights with the heavens, the earth, and people, and it destroys the balance between heaven and earth. The scholar suddenly remembered the introduction of demons he saw in a certain book, and blurted out, but after saying it, he felt that it was cursing, and he looked at Mu Weiming carefully, but he was still indifferent.

From East Avenue to West Street, from the light of the sky to the light of the sky, the scholar put forward more than 30 kinds of answers along the way, Mu Weiming ignored him, and couldn't help but become depressed, what is the devil, what is the devil?

Frustration and depression struck again, the scholar stayed in the snowstorm, looking at Mu Weiming's non-stop footsteps, and even wondered if Mu Weiming was playing tricks on him, but what good was that? Just when Mu Weiming was about to pass a corner, the scholar gritted his teeth and chased after him again.

Fortunately, Mu Weiming did not leave him.

The scholar followed behind Mu Weiming in silence and began to think of various answers, this time he did not speak lightly, but analyzed them one by one, looking for the real answer.

"Towers in the sky. Mu Weiming stopped, glanced at this gorgeous shop specializing in selling magic weapons, and walked in, the scholar was stunned for a moment, and then followed in.

After entering, Mu Weiming found that this place, like the Zhuhe Tower, also placed a lot of magic tools for inquiries in the hall, and it is estimated that there is also a forum, but I don't know if the forums on both sides are connected.

Walked straight to the counter, on the counter there was a long-bearded, gray-robed old man with white hair lying on the counter, who was sleeping profusely, and occasionally laughed in his sleep, I don't know what interesting things he encountered in his dreams.

The purple jade lantern was approaching, the cold was sensitive, Mu Weiming knocked on the counter directly, and the old man jumped up in shock, and when he was sleepy and wanted to scold, he probably recognized who the person was, and couldn't help but restrain his angry look, tidy up a little, and then stared at the lantern boy in front of him, without saying a word.

"To do business, this Dao requires sixteen top-grade spirit-level flying swords, a small flying ship, a movable cave, and twelve sets of high-grade array flags. Mu Weiming said it directly.

If it was another shopkeeper who heard that the guest reported so many things, he would be ecstatic, and he would get a lot of commission for such a large business, but the old man in front of him obviously didn't buy it, and it seemed that he was very angry when he got up.

After all, being woken up in Meimei's sleep is something that no one likes, if Mu Weiming's cultivation is a little lower, he doesn't mind teaching Mu Weiming a lesson first, but it's a pity that this person in front of him is the famous Frozen Soul True Monarch in the cultivation world.

"Zhenjun is a Dharma Dao monk, and he still needs the best spirit weapon-level flying sword?" The old man rummaged through the counter and found a spiritual treasure book, after opening it, the brilliance bloomed, and the phantoms of the treasures were suddenly reflected in the void, presenting their forms in three dimensions.

For this kind of small magic of Lingbaojian, Mu Weiming's expression remained unchanged, but his heart was already turbulent, although he cultivated to the middle stage of the Yuan Infant on the Cold Lantern Technique, but his understanding of the cultivation realm was still very poor, this time he saw a lot of wonderful cultivation technology in Flying Snow City, but he didn't expect that the cultivation world and the world after the fifth scientific and technological revolution of mortals, the cultivation technology was even more subtle.

The sword finger of his right hand was raised, and a bit of cyan sword appeared in front of the old man, and the elegant and elegant Qinglian sword intent suddenly filled the surroundings, and without waiting for the old man to show a surprised look, Mu Weiming dispersed the sword light.

Legend has it that Zhenjun got the inheritance of the Qinglian Sword Immortal in the Qinglian Palace, but I didn't expect it to be true. The old man muttered, and turned to the page of the Flying Sword Spectrum's Best Spiritual Weapon Level, and the void suddenly reflected more than thirty kinds of superb flying sword appearances, just looking at the appearance of these flying swords, he could vaguely sense the natural sword intent of these flying swords.

Sure enough, they are all superb, Mu Weiming showed a satisfied smile and pointed to one of the flying swords.

"These flying swords, Ben Shao wants them!" Before Mu Weiming could speak, an arrogant man in white with six black-clothed sword slaves stepped into the air pavilion as if wrapped in endless biting snow. (To be continued......)