Yutian Sword Sect.

At midnight, an oil lamp was still on in the house of an inner disciple.

On the simple earthen kang, the heart of the bushes toss and turns, making it difficult to fall asleep.

He originally wanted to meditate overnight and try to break through the next level of cultivation.

But for some reason, since he experienced that incident in Yin Huilin two days ago, the shadow of "her" often appeared in his mind.

It has a pity that looks, a weak and boneless body, an excellent icy skin, and an unforgettable light green smooth hair.

He often fantasized that if everything went well that day, if the man with a terrifying cultivation did not appear, and if Senior Brother Qiao really did it be his turn after he succeeded, how great would it be.

But why, God's will always fail to fulfill others' wishes?

The practice is not smooth, and the tasks are not smooth. Even the excellent opportunity that is close to you will be taken away by others.

He was unwilling to give up.

Dong--

The hands clenched with fists hit the hard edge of the kang, and Cong Xin sat up suddenly.

Perhaps because of hearing this sound, a rustling sound came from the next door, followed by a deliberate sound of footsteps.

A figure appeared at his door.

"What's wrong, Junior Brother Cong?"

The cold wind blew on the night of autumn. Zhou Feng was wrapped in a thick quilt on his upper body. Looking at his junior brother with an extremely ferocious expression, he frowned and asked, "Are you still thinking about that?"

"Yes." Cong Xin nodded.

"Senior Brother Zhou." He bared his teeth and panted and asked in a low voice: "Do you hate it?"

"hatred?"

Seeing him like this, Zhou Feng said "Hi", walked into the door, sat on the edge of the kang, and patted his junior brother on the shoulder.

"Cong Xin, Senior Brother is not a saint. You said, if you don't even know the delicious food you have at your mouth, you can't even give me almost all my family's assets?"

He sighed: "Your senior brother, my spirit heat gun, has been earned by spending more than half of my time and hard work in the past seven years since I started."

Cong Xin naturally knew that he was quite close to this senior brother Zhou on weekdays. Since he started, this erotic senior brother who was not very good-looking has often taken good care of him, so he is willing to share with him any thoughts.

"We are different from Senior Brother Qiao. Qiao Nai is from a noble family and has both an identity and background in the Yutian Sword Sect. You can enjoy what most disciples can get by doing their best to exhaust their youth. Even if they miss some opportunities, as long as the person is still there, there will be no loss." Zhou Feng swallowed his saliva and continued:

"And you and I are both poor families, without resources and not outstanding in talent. We lost at the starting line from the beginning, and we can only rely on external forces to find our own opportunities."

"But people always find contentment, right? Let's think about it. Compared to the destruction of my spiritual weapon by my senior brother, if the three of us were killed on the spot by the guy who couldn't see the depth that day, would you still have any worries and chances of getting angry now?"

"Can……"

"Have you heard a sentence? Sometimes you must have it in your destiny, but don't force it in your destiny. Brother Cong, don't be obsessed with it."

"……well."

Cong Xin knew the truth, and he also knew that with his existing strength, he would probably end up with a lot of evil cultivators who would kill without blinking. However, the girl's appearance seemed to have planted a seed in his heart. If he didn't find a way to remove it, his future path of cultivation would probably hinder him.

Looking at the face of the junior brother who was still extremely depressed, Zhou Feng's eyes rolled and realized that things were not simple.

The two of them were speechless for a moment, and he suddenly asked uncertainly: "Junior brother, aren't you..."

"What a witch?"

“…”

...

A few days passed by, and soon the eve of the beginning of winter was coming.

The air is getting colder, and there should be few pedestrians on the way to the foot of Lingyue Mountain, but now there are many travelers rushing to the road.

This place is located directly north of the Great Qin State. A wide main business road runs through the north and south, passing through several small towns, and pointing directly from the Qin State fortress to the Wangshu Mountains.

It is not difficult to see that most passers-by are coming for the moon-watching festival that is about to be opened.

In addition to the monks who were preparing to sign up for the trial, there were also many family members who came to see him off.

As the name of a wealthy sect, Ling Yue is indeed not a casual talk.

Mu Qing and Lu Lingqiu walked on the road one after another. He held her little hand, like a rich young man taking his sister out for a trip.

The two of them have extraordinary appearances. Even if they walk as low-key as possible, they will still occasionally attract the attention of passers-by, and the rate of return is not bad.

After several days of running-in, Mu Qing has a preliminary understanding of his ideas and preferences, and can calmly show his obedient and obedient appearance in front of outsiders. After all, the Heavenly Level Practice is so delicious.

In her impression, Lu Lingqiu is an extremely handsome and mysterious person with unknown cultivation but absolutely unfathomable. He can take out super treasures at will, like strange clothes, ask for many things but not very excessively, although sometimes very fierce but actually very gentle in his heart.

These days in Yugou Inn, every day he would lean against the window to look at some ancient scrolls, focusing on studying something, and at night, he would stare at the night sky in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

She once asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"

But he did not answer, but asked quietly: "Have you seen the moon?"

"Of course I've seen it."

"What does the moon look like?"

"Bright, round, something that shines like a plate."

"But why," he pointed to the sky, stared at her eyes, and said word by word: "But there isn't in the sky?"

This question made her mind stagnate at that time, and an indescribable sense of dizziness followed, which was a deep, long-lasting feeling, as if some memories had been pulled away, which made her dare not recall them again.

Lu Lingqiu did not ask, but when he saw her painful appearance, he seemed to have confirmed his guess in his heart, and just gently rubbed her head and told her not to think about it anymore.

This matter made Mu Qing care very much.

Although the boy in front of him seemed to have no weaknesses, she could vaguely feel that in a sense, he was confused and lonely.

She wanted to solve the problem he was struggling to pursue.

So, after Lu Lingqiu removed the sealing technique of her spiritual power, she began to try to use the huge magical consciousness of the demon lord to make herself more focused on recalling the past.

However, whenever she touches the memory of "moon", she will have unbearable headaches. After experiencing such behavior several times, she found that the pain would be deeper than before, and even the last time, she fainted.

When she woke up again, she was already lying in his arms.

The ceiling of the room seemed to be rotating, and the vision was blurred.

You can feel the pure and flawless wooden spiritual power he slowly injected into his body and the reassuring voice:

"You have worked very hard, Mu Qing."

"I……"

"Don't think about it anymore, this is an order."

The girl wanted to say something else, but Lu Lingqiu said firmly:

"I will solve this mystery."
Chapter completed!