"Me? I, Zhang Erya." Mu Xue was stunned.

Cen Qianshan grabbed her shoulder, bent down slowly, and looked at her with his head tilted.

The strong emotions in the eyes made Mu Xue feel a little nervous. She suddenly felt that things might not be the same as she thought.

More than a hundred years have passed, and the child has never forgotten himself at all. He is still as smart and sensitive as he used to, and the little clues he got along with made him suspicious.

No, he can't be called a child now, he has grown into such an oppressive man.

"Why are you... called Xiaoxue?" Cen Qianshan's voice was long and low, as if he was taken out of his chest word by word.

His hands even made Mu Xue’s shoulder ache.

Fu Yun reached out his hand and grabbed Cen Qianshan's wrist, "Brother Dao, Xiaoxue is just a nickname for her."

Cen Qianshan ignored him and stared at Mu Xue, "You... really don't recognize me?"

Mu Xue looked at him with a raised face, and there was something hidden in her eyes that was inexplicable and she dared not think deeply.

She said, "I recognize it, I recognize it. The most powerful person in the demon world, I told you during class."

The eyes that stared at her trembled slightly and gradually faded.

Cen Qianshan seemed to wake up from that kind of devilish state. He let go of the hand that grabbed Mu Xue's shoulder, straightened his body, laughed twice in self-deprecatingly, and shook his head.

"Sorry." He explained lazyly, waved his hand casually, and left on his own.

The back slowly faded away, laughing bitterly, and being alone and thin.

The hills used to love to laugh, and their eyes were bright when they smiled, as beautiful as the cheerful stream under the sun. He would laugh when he was so happy, and would cry when he acted coquettishly, with vitality and vitality.

It's not like the depressing, cold and lifeless look like it is now.

Over the years, he has not seemed to have lived a good life by himself.

Mu Xue's heart became uncomfortable inexplicably. In the past, she felt that she was the most painful and unlucky one. The person who was left was still alive and sad for a while, she would always forget her and live her life well.

Now that I saw Xiaoshan’s appearance, I realized how heavy this person valued himself. So long time passed, he was still so familiar with his every move. His short time had made him sensitively doubt his identity.

Time is the thing that can best consume everything. For a hundred years, people still think about themselves and take themselves to heart. Mu Xue doesn’t know if she should be happy.

I feel a little hot, a little bitter.

Mu Xue sighed and helped Fu Yun walk to a safer place. Blood was flowing on Fu Yun's arms, and the blood on his face faded. He still looked at Cen Qianshan's back as he walked away to remind Mu Xue, "The character of the demon cultivator is always a bit paranoid and weird, and it is elusive. When the senior brother is not here, you... try not to contact them."

The senior brother is a gentleman. Even if he is wary of the demon cultivator, he will not overly criticize the people who have helped him.

He probably didn't know that he was protecting himself all the way, pretending to be a similar shell on the surface, but actually a paranoid and indifferent demon cultivator inside.

"I finally figured it out. I've been waiting for a long time." Senior sister Miao Honger sat on the head of the tree in front of her with a green grass in her mouth. When she saw them, she happily turned over from the tree to the ground and ran all the way, "Hey, Xiaoxue, why are you here too?"

Fu Yun was injured and exhausted, so he was overly injured. He was worried that Mu Xue would keep holding on because he was in danger.

When I saw my senior sister, a big rock fell to the ground. When I relaxed, I could no longer support it.

"How did you make yourself like this?" Miao Honger frowned and helped him, "Don't leave, I'll carry you."

She carried Fu Yun on her back and heard him gently shouting at senior sister on her shoulder, then she fell into a coma.

When Fu Yun entered the school, Miao Honger was originally the only disciple of the master. This gentle and polite little boy, as soon as he appeared, was loved by all the teachers and commanders of the sect. For a time, it was in sharp contrast with Miao Honger who went up the mountains and down the water to eat all day.

Miao Honger, who was still very young at that time, felt a little bit delicious. In addition, she was born in the market and was absent-minded and disliked people who followed dogmatic etiquette and pretended.

So she enjoyed bullying this beautiful junior brother when she had something to do. From time to time, she did something bad, such as throwing a few caterpillars to get dirty, and riding her under her body and beating her while fighting.

Over the years, the two of them dislike each other and their relationship is a little bad.

If it is not necessary, Fu Yun never calls her senior sister.

This is how much the injury is. People are confused, so they will call themselves softly.

"What's going on? Who hurts your senior brother like this?" Miao Hong'er carried Fu Yun on her back and took Mu Xue forward. She asked while walking.

Mu Xue then explained the events that happened along the way.

When Miao Honger heard the demon cultivator tied Fu Yun with a whip and intended to touch him, she stopped.

The face leaning against his shoulder was unconscious, his messy temples were covered in sweat and mud. He was originally the cleanest person, and a caterpillar had to hold his sleeves back and change them before he could stop. At this moment, the iconic white dress was torn and dirty, and the original color was almost impossible to see.

"Very good. Both of them were injured like this." Miao Honger's masseter muscles were tense. "Now the people in Xiaoyao Peak are so easy to bully. The only thing is that I, the senior sister, is too incompetent."

"Senior sister, don't be angry." Mu Xue pulled her sleeve, "When I came out of the camp, I heard that Lu Yihong of Tianyan Sect was dead."

"Diet? Why did he die? It's a bargain." Miao Honger said in discomfort, "If I hadn't been in a hurry to find the antidote first, I would have been trouble with this scum."

"I heard that he was poisoned by the red waist and cut off his hands and feet, but in the end the poisonous gas attacked his heart and died. He didn't look very good." Mu Xue walked with Miao Honger's sleeve, with a faint face, as if she was talking about a rumor that had nothing to do with him.

Miao Hong'er turned to look at her for a while, "Okay, junior sister. She is worthy of being from our Xiaoyao Peak."

"Thank you, I really feel a lot more happy with my senior sister."

After the sea of ​​desire, I walked along the Shinto and saw a deserted town that had been abandoned for many years. Now it was empty and has become a stronghold for past explorers.

There are many fewer people who can get here, and the ghosts, gods and demons that appear nearby are powerful. Therefore, neither Taoist cultivators nor demon cultivators will no longer encircle their own territory, and simply gather in this small town to rest.

The two realms of immortals and demons cannot communicate with each other on weekdays. Even if you enter the twin divine realm, as long as you have spiritual energy and life, you cannot bring it to another world. In other words, the magic weapons in the demon realm cannot bring back to the fairy realm, and vice versa.

But despite this, there are always ways to trade. For example, a set of skills from another world can be recorded in a jade tube, but copied on a page without spiritual power with a pen and brought out. The skills of the mechanism, the magic tricks drawn by talismans, and the secret methods of spiritual elixirs can be completely disassembled and pondered in the divine realm, and then learned it thoroughly and brought back to your own world.

Even the different food and wines, food music scores, and strange stories in the two worlds are all things that can be brought in for exchange and exchange.

After bringing these back to your own world, the mysterious exotic styles are often more popular, and the practitioners are rushing to buy them and talk about them with relish.

The Dongyue Temple has been open for several months, and the secret trading market has been stable and mature. On the ruins of this town, there are a large number of demon cultivators and Taoist cultivators who conduct frequent transactions. It even forms a small fixed market. Most of the people who can get here have a little strength and are more able to trade goods.

In order to help Fu Yun recover from his injuries, Miao Honger and Mu Xue found an empty cottage in the town for a while to rest.

"Xiaoxue, have you advanced? It seems different from before?" Miao Honger asked.

Mu Xue: "When I passed the color|Sea of ​​Desire, my senior brother passed on a set of mental methods. Using the noisy and terrifying realm of demons covering the sky, I helped me break through the realm in one fell swoop. Now I have understood the meaning of dragon and tiger intercourse, and I have just learned the method of producing medicine."

"How can you still have such a clever door? Inversion should be your chance." Miao Honger exclaimed, "The intercourse between heaven and earth produces all things by the intercourse between yin and yang, and the human body produces great medicine by the intercourse between dragons and tigers. This is the basis for the future condensation of golden elixirs."

"You must know that this state is not easy to understand. Look at how many foundation-building disciples in my sect, but there are very few teachers in the Golden Pill stage. Most of them are because they cannot understand this state of mind and cannot collect medicine and return to the furnace, let alone go to the mine to retain gold, and achieve the Golden Pill."

She squatted down and touched Mu Xue's head, congratulating her sincerely, "You have understood this state at such a young age. It can be seen that your roots and bones are excellent. If you practice well in the future, you will definitely have the hope of becoming a golden elixir monk like your master."

Mu Xue looked at Fu Yun who was sleeping on the bed and felt grateful, "I have no good roots. It's all thanks to my senior brother's guidance and care to have such an understanding."

Miao Honger smiled and said, "Junior Brother Yun is indeed talented and has always had his own unique insights on practice. Now, in addition to physical skills, I can also beat him one or two, but my cultivation level in other realms has fallen behind him."

She rolled up her sleeves, "I'll eat more in the future and strive to surpass him."

Mu Xue remembered the stormy waves in the sea of ​​love and asked: "Senior Sister, how did you come here? We were so dangerous when we crossed the sea, and we almost died here."

Miao Honger scratched her head, "Your senior sister, I am eating into the road. When I crossed the sea, I didn't find a boat to cross the sea. I walked directly from the bottom of the sea. The seabed was full of all kinds of delicious food in the world. I came here as I ate along the way. It seemed that I didn't have much trouble."

Miao Honger licked her tongue, and it was indeed a bit dangerous. The food in the sea of ​​desire was too delicious and almost intoxicated. Fortunately, she still had some responsibility in her heart, and finally struggled to return to the shore.

"It is said that the difficulty of crossing the Sea of ​​Desire mainly changes according to the depth of the obsession of the people who cross the sea. The deeper the obsession, the more demons will be born in the Sea of ​​Desire." Miao Honger said strangely, "What is the reason why you encounter such stormy waves?"

Mu Xue broke up with her fingers, "It's strange, there are only three people who cross the sea, me, senior brother and Cen Qianshan."

"So it's him." Miao Honger suddenly realized that she was also one of the legendary storytellers. "How dare you cross the sea with the Dead Mountain? Haven't you heard of the story of his obsession with the Dead Master and keeping his pride for a hundred years? They were all passed down as classics in the Demon Spirit Realm, and even spread to our fairy Spirit Realm."

Mu Xue has petrified: "Ah."

"You are too young, it's fine if you haven't heard of it. Fu Yun may be too old-fashioned and never touched these." Miao Hong'er touched her chin and turned to look at her junior brother who was covered in wounds on the bed.

The bright moon and the breeze are the gentleman in the clouds.

My noble and noble junior brother who is obsessed with ethics actually left the sea of ​​love | desire?

If the junior sisters in the sect knew about this, I would be afraid that I would not know how many jealous jars would be knocked over and how many handkerchiefs would be wet.

Who snatched the junior brother's heart? Miao Honger couldn't figure it out.

Mu Xue, who was also muddy, walked on the road in the camp in confusion.

When she saw her senior sisters reading those essay books, she just laughed at her. She thought it was just a few rumors. After all, she had been dead for more than a hundred years. It is not surprising that the name Mu Xue was arranged by later generations.

But after meeting Xiaoshan this time, for some reason, a bad feeling vaguely arose in her heart.

Xiaoshan's eyes when he grabbed his shoulders and appeared repeatedly in his mind. The eyes were deep, as if there were broken glaciers. A hundred years of time, the confusion that thousands of words could not bear to say.

The beloved person in Xiaoshankou shouldn't be really... myself?

In this way, could it be that I really did something irresponsible that made Xiaoshan feel misunderstood?

Mu Xue was shocked and shook her head in a hurry. After all, hundreds of years have passed, and she has been reincarnated as a human being, so there are some unclear memories of that year.

Thinking about it this way, even if there is nothing, the more you think about it, the more you feel guilty.

Before she knew it, she happened to walk to the most lively trading market in the camp. Among the many martial arts, secrets, recipes, and songs, there was a set of classic chants that sold the best.

Mu Xue hesitated for a while and finally secretly wrote a book called "The Story of Mu Everyone's Slap in Destruction" and hid it and took it back.

The senior brother was sleeping in the bed, and the senior sister went to find food.

Mu Xue returned to the small house where she was resting, locked the door, let go of her spiritual sense to confirm that there was no one around, and took out the booklet from her arms like a thief and opened the first page.

I saw the detailed description in the book: "The handsome man Cen's face is beautiful and beautiful. He fell into the quagmire in one day and sold himself as a slave. He immediately attracted countless children of aristocratic families to bid for it, and wanted to take it into his pocket and be enclosed as a ban |

Among them are the daughters of the Liu family and the eldest daughters of the Yan family cannot compete. In the end, they cannot resist Mu's actions and bring the beauty back."
To be continued...