When Su Xingting passed by, he saw his little apprentice lying on the table and scrambling a bunch of complicated parts.

It was a half-made tin man, with various complex parts neatly placed on the table. The little apprentice was focusing on overcoming the spiritual energy control with his short fingers. His forehead was slightly sweating, and his black eyes were shimmering, as if a child had obtained a toy, so focused and serious that he did not notice his arrival at all.

Su Xingting bent down and asked, "Is this a puppet?"

"It's not a puppet, how could I learn to be a puppet? This is just the simplest iron man." Mu Xue looked up and saw the master, lowered her head and carefully controlled the accessories in her hand with spiritual power, and said while doing it.

"Today, Uncle Ding called me over and took a class with Sister Lanlan and the others, just to learn how to do this. When I came back, I wanted to try it."

Su Xingting sat down on the floor beside her and looked at the handicrafts made by his little apprentice for a while.

"Xiaoxue is really talented in refining weapons. I discussed it with Uncle Ding. She asked you to go to Biyou Peak to take her refining class when you have time."

The expression on Mu Xue's face seemed to have not changed at all, only the small finger paused slightly.

"Can I go? Actually, I don't like refining weapons that much."

"Are you kid afraid that you are unhappy?" Su Xingting smiled without any grudges and handed out a thin page of snow paper. "This is the timetable for the uncles of each peak to publicly teach. Any lessons you like, just listen to them with ease. Whether it is Biyoufeng's weapon refining, Xuandan Peak's alchemy, Tiezhufeng's physical skills, Youyuan's beast control technique, Lingshufeng's planting technique, and Piaomiao Peak's spiritual skills, you can learn it as long as you like. Master teaches you the Taoist seed, and all the masters teach you the magic. All the methods return to the source, and the name of my sect will be promoted."

Mu Xue let out a whine and twisted the thin platinum wire in her hand.

The world here is really different, so warm that she, the person who came from the ice and snow, was a little uneasy. She almost wanted to cut off the past in exchange for her qualification to be content with the world and get a new ending.

But now she gradually realized that everything in the past was equivalent to a part of her life. If it was completely cut off, she would no longer be considered Mu Xue.

Su Xingting used his spiritual power to straighten the thin platinum silk as thin as cow's hair and suspended it to Mu Xue's hand.

"Xiaoxue is very talented no matter what she learns. She is proficient in practicing the mind method so quickly and can control things freely."

Mu Xue was a little embarrassed. This was not talent, it was all the light that had been entrusted to live for a lifetime.

She didn't dare to tell Su Xingting that she had already condensed her soul, not only could she control the things in front of her, but even the peach blossom tree far away by the courtyard wall could shake. Now her soul is stable. Even if she encounters someone who attracts her soul, it will be difficult to get her away like last time unless she is willing.

The master and apprentice sat quietly in the courtyard with the falling leaves floating.

A tiger roared in the distance, and the cold wind blew up the dead leaves on the flat ground. The white tiger fell from the sky and fell in the middle of the courtyard.

Fu Yun jumped off the tiger's back and bowed in a hurry, "Report to Master, something happened to the sailboat!"

He held a soul lamp in his hand and held the lamp in front of Su Xingting with an ugly expression.

Su Xingting stood up instantly, frowned and looked at the soul lamp. The originally bright light inside the glass lampshade is now going to go out and it is very dim.

This is Ye Hangzhou's soul lamp.

Su Xingting pointed his sword, and a blue short sword flew out from his sleeve. The short sword made a clear sound of sword, spreading in the wind.

The gentle and gentle gentleman changed his momentum in this moment, and was as sharp and cold as a sword unsheathed. He stepped onto the sword body in one step, and the man and sword merged into one and broke through the air and left.

"Fu Yun follows me." His voice came from the air.

The white tiger roared into the forest, soared into the sky and followed behind.

A few fallen leaves were left in the courtyard, and they were alone with Mu Xue.

The empty mountains are quiet, insects are hidden and birds are sleeping. Mu Xue never felt that Xiaoyao Peak is so vast and quiet.

She sat down in the corridor and guarded the soul lamp that could be extinguished at any time.

The sky gradually became darker, Wenxia was deep purple, and the stars appeared. The little blue lights were struggling under the dim corridor shadow.

Senior Brother Ye may die, and this thought becomes clear in his mind.

Mu Xue has not seen death. On the contrary, she was always surrounded by all kinds of deaths, the disappearance of her partners, the death of her enemies, and her own death. She was used to such partings as early as when she was young.

The cause and effect of heaven and earth have their own fixed numbers, and no one can escape the destined fate.

But this time, her chest seemed to be blocked by a stone, unable to press down or vomit, and she couldn't breathe smoothly, and her heart was suffocated, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

Miao Hong'er came back from hunting and saw Mu Xue sitting alone in the yard.

After asking about the situation, she stamped her feet in a hurry.

"Why didn't my junior brother, and my master, send me a message? Just him and Brother Fu left with his sword. This is too dangerous. The master's sect clearly prohibits Jindan stage cultivators from going to the temple site."

The ancient god ruins suppress the two paths of immortals and demons. Even if they cultivate into the golden elixir and enter the divine path, they are suppressed by divine power, which is no different from the disciples who have just entered the sect of cultivation. Although their knowledge and means may be slightly better than ordinary disciples, no sect is willing to take such risks.

Just like a general who is strategizing on the battlefield will never be sent to do the charge and the emperor in the temple will enter the enemy camp to negotiate.

But it was too late to say this at this moment. Master had been there for most of the day. Even the head of the sect came here twice.

Mu Xue and Miao Honger sat down for a long time. Miao Honger became irritable and went to the kitchen to prepare a large pot of fried rice. She gave Mu Xue a basin, and took the remaining ground in her arms, overeating, and ate more than ever before.

As the long night passed, the sky turned white, a blue sword energy cut through the sky and returned to the courtyard.

Su Xingting came down from the sword and held a man in his arms, a man with blood and blood.

He had no time to speak, so he quickly walked into the house and carefully placed Ye Hangzhou, who was seriously injured, on the bed.

Ye Hangzhou's face was like gold paper, his eyes were closed, his body was broken, he lost one leg and one arm, and the place where his limbs were broken was covered with black smoke, which was obviously highly poisoned.

Kong Ji, the master of Xuandan Peak, arrived soon.

"How could it be like this? It must be the devil cultivator who did a good job." Kong Ji looked angry after checking his injuries, "I told these disciples thousands of times that I should never contact the devil cultivator, it's just that someone doesn't take it seriously."

"It's not a demon cultivator." Su Xingting said lightly.

"Not a demon cultivator? Who could it be?" Kong Ji was stunned.

Su Xingting lowered his eyes and did not answer. He pointed his fingers on Ye Hangzhou's chest, circulating his spiritual power to protect the disciple's heart, "Please do your best."

"How do you tell me to do my best? The remaining limbs can still be repaired. Just look at the black fog on his wound and the bloody red bloodline on his skin. This is the 'red waist', a poisonous insect from ancient times. This insect has long disappeared from the human world, and there is no cure for it."

Su Xingting frowned: "There must be a glimmer of hope."

Kong Ji sighed: "It is rumored that there is an endless pool of lifelessness deep in the Dongyue Temple. The purple heart grass growing by the pool can untie the red waist. Please ask the head to issue a Dharma metaphor and order the disciples entering the temple to be careful to find the purple heart grass. I can't find it, it's just a matter of this boy's luck."

He said again, "You don't have to be anxious. I have a way to deworm and eliminate evil spirits, which can temporarily relieve the toxicity, but this kid may suffer a little."

A painful guttural sound came from inside the house.

Outside the house, Fu Yun's back was against the corridor column, his hands were staggered on his chest, his face was ugly, and he didn't say a word.

Miao Hong'er sat in the corridor, putting her elbows on her knees, gritting her teeth and silent.

Fu Yun suddenly said, "Will you go to the temple?"

"I won't go." Miao Honger gritted her teeth, "There is nothing delicious there. Who can go to any ghost place?"

In the courtyard, a small figure was busy. He first cleaned up the things placed on the corridor, then wiped the blood-stained corridor with a mop. He also found a broom to clean the blood-stained fallen leaves in the courtyard.

Fu Yun was upset and couldn't help but pick on her: "At a young age, I can't see her feeling sad at all. It's useless to love her in the past."

"What did Xiaoxue do?" Miao Honger was unhappy, "How about being sad? I cried, can you be responsible for coaxing?"

It was bright and bright.

Ye Hangzhou slowly opened his eyes and found that he had returned to the most reassuring place in the world.

The injuries on my body have been properly treated, but they still hurt very much. The broken hands hurt, the broken legs hurt, and there is no pain in my body that is not pierced.

A small head lay on the head of the bed, saw him awake, sat up straight, and asked with a childish voice.

"Does it hurt, senior brother?"

The child looked at him quietly with a pair of black pupils, just like when he picked her up the mountain the first day.

On that day, he followed the orders of his master to go to many towns and picked up many junior brothers and sisters. None of the children did not cry and said goodbye to their families reluctantly.

Only this junior sister stood there quietly, watching everything quietly with her clear eyes, as if the worldly excitement in front of her had nothing to do with her.

This reminded him of himself back then.

Ye Hangzhou was an orphan. He barely lived alone until the Spring Festival of that year by begging and picking up garbage.

The city was very lively that day. Countless children loved by their parents were held by their families and led them to the square in front of the city gate to pick up Xianyuan. He crept around the crowd and picked up half of the candied haws. Although he was kicked several times because of his dirty clothes, he didn't care.

The crowd seemed to be lively and said that they would take on some fairy fate.

It has nothing to do with this matter. What kind of fate can a beggar have? Ye Hangzhou squeezed into a corner where no one was, ready to enjoy the food in his hands.

A golden butterfly flew from somewhere and landed on his frosted fingers. Before he could understand what was going on, the people around him exclaimed. No one thought his dirty body could not fit on the table. People surrounded him enthusiastically and carried him to the front of the city wall.

Facing that doorway that was reaching the sky, Ye Hangzhou felt confused. The other children were crying, and they couldn't bear to leave their families. But Ye Hangzhou couldn't cry. In the vast sea of ​​people and the vast world, there was no one who nostalgic for him, no home that belonged to him, and no place worthy of his crying. He had never felt as lonely as he felt at that moment.

So when he saw this child and saw her showing a lonely look like he was back then, Ye Hangzhou couldn't help but want to take care of her. He begged his master to take her to Xiaoyao Peak and become his junior sister.

Ye Hangzhou stretched out his uninjured hand weakly and touched the two small balls.

The voice of Qi was hoarse, "No... nothing, it doesn't hurt."

"Who hurts the senior brother? Is it a demon cultivator?"

"I am guarded against demon cultivators, but I am not guarded against my own people." Ye Hangzhou smiled bitterly and closed his eyes. "It's a disciple of Tianyan Sect, Lu Yihong. What's ridiculous is that it's just for a fairy grass."

Tianyan Sect, a sect with close relationships with Guiyuan Sect, has many disciples from the two sects and is very close to each other. Those who are very close are the ones who are most likely to hurt themselves.

On the hillside of Qingjing Peak where the leader lives, there is a huge stone platform protruding.

Now many disciples from the sects gather here.

Many people carried their luggage and led their companions to the stone platform.

A flying boat was mounted on the stone platform, slowly leaving and flying towards the sky.
To be continued...