"Yin'er, listen to Muyun, you may not be able to come back here in a year."
Murong Yin was still struggling in her heart. She suddenly heard this sentence in her mind and looked at the man beside her in surprise.
"Can Elder Mu predict the future?"
Murong Yin believed Yun Yi's words the most. If he said this, then there was a real possibility that she and Sister You wouldn't be able to come back here in a year.
However, she was more interested in another thing, so she quietly sent a message and asked.
Yun Yi nodded slowly, the corners of his mouth raised.
Murong Yin: "!"
Damn it!
Fortune-telling!
Boss!
Murong Yin's heart was pounding, obviously she was shocked by Mu Yun's ability.
"Although Mu Yun can predict the future, he cannot tell it, otherwise he will be condemned by heaven and his cultivation will be damaged." Yun Yi said again.
Murong Yin understands this very well. After all, if you can just say anything about the future, the world will be in chaos.
"Then listen to Elder Mu and go to the spiritual pagoda with Sister You and Feng Lie." Murong Yin finally agreed.
Hearing this, the other friends finally breathed a sigh of relief. If Murong Yin still didn't agree, they had no other way to persuade her.
"In this case, Ling will submit the list of personnel to the city lord's palace tomorrow. Three days later, the three of them can go to the Lingta to participate in the competition." Lingxuan said when he saw that they had decided on the candidates for the competition.
"Then I'm sorry to bother Shopkeeper Ling." Li Luoyou politely thanked him.
After returning from the flower hall, Murong Yin yawned and was about to go to bed to sleep for a while.
"Knock knock knock——"
"Ayin, are you asleep?"
Following the knock on the door, a somewhat tangled voice sounded outside.
Murong Yin paused for a moment, then shook her head helplessly. She knew that this boy would not be able to sit still.
After arranging her clothes, Murong Yin stepped forward and opened the door, and was met with a confused and confused face.
"What do you want from me? Come in and talk." Murong Yin asked pretending to be nonchalant.
The muscles on Feng Lie's face twitched and he asked, "Isn't Elder Yun here?"
Seeing how timid he was when he wanted to go in, Murong Yin twitched the corner of his mouth: "He went out for something."
Feng Lie nodded imperceptibly, his brows furrowed, obviously still struggling.
Murong Yin rolled her eyes speechlessly and wanted to close the door.
"Hey, hey, Ayin, don't leave!" Feng Lie blocked the door that was about to close with quick eyes and hands, and looked at the woman with a pleading look on his face: "Ayin, why don't we come out and talk."
...
"I didn't expect that the two most promising juniors on Penglai Island would appear here. It's strange, it's really strange."
Inside Qingfeng Courtyard.
The scenery is picturesque, quiet and elegant.
The owner of the courtyard smiled lightly and looked at the two young people in front of him.
"The famous sword cultivator of Penglai Island, the proud son of the Mo family, isn't Senior Mo also present here? I guess it shouldn't be anything strange for the two of us to appear here."
The young man among the two spoke calmly, his expression was neither humble nor arrogant, and there was no deliberate flattery in his tone. On the contrary, the familiarity in his words was surprising.
"Senior Mo must know why Senior Mo left Penglai Island and what Penglai Island looks like now, but why did he give my friend the key to enter and exit Penglai Island?"
Mu Qining looked at Mo Linfeng who was smiling coldly. If it was an enemy, her whip would have already been used to greet him!
No good intentions!
snort!
Mo Linfeng: "..."
Mo Linfeng did not expect that Mu Qining would take her friends so seriously. He shook his head with a wry smile, knowing in his heart the reason why these two people came to him.
Mo Linfeng opened his mouth and said with regret: "So you are looking for me for this reason. I thought you were looking for me to catch up with old times. I remember you all called me big brother before."
The regret and loss in those words made Mu Qining and Sang You stunned for a moment.
After a moment, Sang You opened his mouth and said: "From the moment you left Penglai Island alone without even telling us, we have nothing to reminisce about."
Mo Linfeng was stunned. For a long time, he could only sigh deeply, and the time the three of them spent on Penglai Island appeared in his mind.
Mo Linfeng still remembered that he left home that day and was going to go out to relax. During the training, he met Sang You and Mu Qining, who were only eight or nine years old.
Mo Linfeng was already twenty years old at the time and was already well-known on Penglai Island. He was nicknamed Shura Sword Master because he was fierce and decisive in his attacks and killed people without blinking an eye.
But Mo Linfeng was still shocked.
The little child, covered in blood and seriously injured, still stubbornly stared at the monster in front of him who was seriously injured but still had the power to fight back, refusing to take a step back.
The persistence and unwillingness in his eyes, in Mo Linfeng's opinion, should not appear at all in such a young child.
At least, he has never seen it among people other than himself.
Perhaps such a look touched him. Mo Linfeng, who had always been aloof and mindless, raised the sword in his hand and slid it upward.
A tyrannical sword energy directly traversed the vital point of the monster from bottom to top.
He still remembered the look in their eyes when they were saved.
There was the joy of surviving the disaster, the surprise of being rescued, the disappointment of not being able to get rid of the monster with his own hands, and an indescribable unwillingness to be defeated, and the eyes were complicated and difficult to understand.
He asked: "Aren't you happy that you have been rescued?"
"I'm happy, but neither of us can even kill a single monster. How are we any different from trash?" Sang You's childish voice sounded in this dangerous jungle.
"In the family, they all say that we are useless. The elders of the family are trying their best to train our brothers and sisters, but no one cares about us at all." Xiao Mu Qining pursed her lips, with grievance and fear in her eyes: "We don't
Convinced, I went out to practice on my own, but... we can't even kill a monster, are we... are we really useless?"
"No, you are not!"
Mo Linfeng remembered that he deliberately emphasized his tone at that time, telling them that they were not trash, as if to affirm them, and also to affirm his previous self.
"No?" Xiao Sangyou and Xiao Mu Qining looked at him blankly with eyes full of doubts.
Mo Linfeng felt a pain in his heart, put away the sword in his hand, walked up to the two of them, raised his hand, and gently touched their heads.
He said slowly in a light but powerful voice: "You are not trash, you are rare geniuses. Those in the family who are old and ignorant and short-sighted cannot see your talents at all!"
"You are only eight or nine years old, and you have the courage to fight and experience monsters alone. You are countless times stronger than those so-called geniuses who only know how to stay in the greenhouse and be surrounded by everyone!"
"As long as you don't give up on yourself and practice hard, when you have the ability in the future, you can go to the outside world to see and walk around. You will find that instead of getting stuck in these intrigues and struggles for power and profit, it is better to practice with your heart and break through.
