The mountain wind whistled, rolling up the thin snow on the ground. Su Muzhe is now strong in body, but he is not afraid of such a severe cold.

Han Shanzi, who was next to him, looked at Su Muzha more and more strangely, and there seemed to be a hint of desire in his eyes.

With the two of them walking along the huge Hanshan Mountain, they soon reached the top.

Surrounded by the wind and snow, there is a small Taoist temple standing in the cold wind.

The mountain wind was howling and stronger, but a desolate song came from the mountain wind. Just the first sound waving Su Muzhe's mood.

"I have gone before, and the willows are swaying; now I am thinking, the rain and snow are scattered; I have been walking slowly, thirsty and hunger, and my heart is sad, and I don't know my sorrow..."

The singer's voice was circling and sighing, even Su Muzhe fell into a trance, and stopped before the Taoist temple to sigh for a long time. After a while, a mountain wind rolled up Su Muzhe's Taoist robe, and a little coolness invaded his heart. Su Muzhe came to his senses.

Just as I was about to raise my foot, the door of the Taoist temple was suddenly opened.

"Little girl Aqi, I have met Taoist priest and Guanzhu."

Su Muzhe had never seen the appearance of this woman and directly swept it with his spiritual sense, which was too rude. The girl's voice alone made Su Muzhe's mood that had just recovered instantly lost in the desolate voice.

Buzz!

When Su Muzhe was just losing his mind, a sound of the gray cauldron suddenly sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness. In an instant, Su Muzhe was completely cold. When he recalled the voice of this girl named A Qi, he was no longer as tempting as before, but instead seemed ordinary.

Charm.

The moment he recovered, Su Muzhe knew that he had already touched the woman's Tao and was almost pulled into the illusion by her voice. This was an extremely brilliant charm. It was not tempting with flesh and blood, but penetrated into Su Muzhe's Taoist heart. If he had touched the Tao, many illusions would be mistaken for the truth in front of Su Muzhe, and even died in the Pure Land!

Su Muzhe couldn't help but think of the old man from the Colorful Mountains before.

He once spoke directly and said the word "death", but made the fake immortal in the sky really think that he was dead, so he fell directly from the altar and sprinkled golden divine blood.

Su Muzhe had a premonition that if this woman named A Qi practiced her charm to a profound level, she would probably be able to reach such a real-life state.

After restraining his thoughts, Su Muzhe had been welcomed into the Taoist temple by Han Shanzi.

It was just a two-in-one courtyard. After Su Mu blocked his seat, Han Shanzi lit the incense in the room.

The smell of incense smells surprisingly good. Even in such a snow-covered Taoist temple, Su Muzhe felt warmth surged from his heart and lungs.

Accompanied by warmth, there is a sleeping urge.

It seemed like a long time, whether it was practicing in the Xuanyue Demon Sect or surfing in the Lingman Mountains, the fatigue of practicing for a long time surged into Su Muzhe's heart at this moment.

Incense is poisonous.

Su Muzhe pretended to be intoxicated and took a deep breath of smoke. A flash of flush appeared on his sickly pale face.

Su Muzhe's eyes were quiet, and his empty eyes fell on Han Shanzi, but there was a surge of qi and blood in his body. The incense-filled medicinal power had already been scattered by the dragon evil in the qi and blood.

"Fellow Daoist Hanshanzi is indeed leisurely. Hanshan is so high, but the fellow Taoist has put the temple here, and he really feels that it is so cold that it is so high."

Su Muzhe's hoarse voice was indescribable, as if he was tired and sleepy, and he was about to fall asleep.

There was a little smile in the voice of Yin Testing, "Fellow Taoist Yuan You was joking, but a casual cultivator, where is the mountain not the mountain, and where is the practice not the practice? I walked on this path and promoted to the foundation-building real person. I have been remorseful for more than two hundred years. But from the first day of Qi refining, there is no way to turn back. You are stronger and others will kill you. If you want to retire from the world, it is hard to guarantee that all the friends you laughed at yesterday will turn around and stare at you. When you are shackled in a certain realm and the qi and blood are declining, he turns red and finds you with a red face, pulling souls, snatching bones, and refining corpses..."

At the beginning, there might be some false clichés in Han Shanzi's words. As he spoke, he seemed to have talked about his own pain. While feeling sad, he took a sip of tea and continued,

"We are no longer than disciples of the sect. Our cultivation is stronger than others. Only those who are cultivators. If we are weaker than others, in the eyes of others, you are a treasure that has been practicing for decades and hundreds of years! While you want to kill you, you also want to tell you that killing you today will become my deeds, which is your deeds. You said... there is no such deed in the world that makes people die!"

Han Shanzi drank with a teacup for a long time, and suddenly laughed again in a daze, "Fellow Taoist laughed. I have been in seclusion a few days ago, and I have not seen a stranger for more than 30 years. I have lost my composure for a while. I shouldn't say this... A Qi! Playing the piano."

Without giving Su Muzhe a chance to speak, Han Shanzi greeted him, and Ah Qi stroked the guqin.

The afterglow of the Daoyin echoed in the Niwan Palace. Su Muzhe only felt the charming sounds attacking the soul, but were shattered by the Daoyin in an instant and fell into Su Muzhe's ears, only the original tone of the piano sound.

Falling into the mortal world is also considered a music master. If you live in the long river pleasure boat, you will probably be a big shot.

Unfortunately, Su Muzhe has been busy practicing for a long time, and this music has a bit of meaning to playing the piano for cows.

Su Muzhe also knew in his heart that Ah Qi was playing the piano mainly charming himself.

The strong tea was placed in front of Su Muzhe, but it did not move from beginning to end. Su Muzhe lay on the wooden chair, which seemed a bit drunk.

Han Shanzi saw it, and his eyebrows were even more smiling.

A subtle and even sound came from Su Muzhe's mouth and nose. Han Shanzi called out a few more "Fellow Daoist Yuan Youzi" and did not get a response from Su Muzhe. Han Shanzi waved his hand and stopped A Qi's piano sound.

"It's him? Don't catch the wrong person... That person blames him, I'm afraid that Hanshan will be wiped out!"

This is A Qi's voice.

"You can't be wrong, the gangster, the blind Taoist, except for these familiar old man, in the forest of thousands of mountains, no one has come for many years? As long as you send him over, that person is afraid that we will not be able to reward him!"

"I'm a little confused. That casual cultivator who has touched nearly half of the forests of thousands of mountains is just for such a young man who doesn't even have foundation building?"

"What if he doesn't matter, you don't know that person's temperament. One day I'm moved the entire forest of thousands of mountains and found a rabbit with no red eyes. Don't talk nonsense, tie it up, let's send it to that person!"

Han Shanzi's voice was a little impatient at the end. He greeted Ah Qi and wanted to tie Su Muzha up.

The girl had already walked in. Su Muzhe, who was sleeping soundly, suddenly opened her eyes, and her empty eyes had a horrifying chill.

"Where are you going to send Su? Who is that person? Su... I'm really curious!"

boom!

Responding to Su Muzhe's sentence was a palm containing the foundation-building true energy.

Su Muzhe felt the fishy wind storm swelling in the face, and the stenchy smell like a rotten corpse came from Han Shanzi, accompanied by the palm wind, whistling towards Su Muzhe.

Su Mu Cha raised his eyebrows.

This is a corpse evil!
Chapter completed!