I'm a professional

Bai Mu spent a quarter of an hour explaining to the young master that there was no coercion or threat in this wedding, and there was no gossip about family property.

The two are together because they are attracted to each other...

Because of love, they are true love!

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Bai Mu vowed to each other and talked about love. In this short quarter of an hour, his cultural level accumulated in several lifetimes was exhausted. The young master Qian who spoke of it was tearful, as if he had seen some unrivaled love.

But the object is not him...

A quarter of an hour later, Young Master Qian walked away in a daze with red circles under his eyes, looking greatly shocked.

As for Bai Mu, who was standing there, his condition was not very good.

Realizing what he just said, he couldn't help but raise his hand to cover his face.

Against the backdrop of the lights, the exposed auricles were glowing.

If the system is still awake, it is estimated that this scene will be recorded yelling.

— What a surprise!

A host who is so thick-skinned that he is invulnerable to swords and guns can have such a day!

Bai Mu calmed down, his eyes darting around the surrounding environment.

It's fine to be ashamed in front of Young Master Qian, anyway, he avoids it a little bit, and it's impossible for him to have any interaction with him in the future.

As long as it is not known by a third person...

Just as Bai Mu was thinking this way, a snow-white corner of his clothes appeared in the bushes next to him.

Bai Mu: Damn! ! !

He began to comfort himself: Jianzun Lingshuang didn't listen to the person in the corner at first glance, he must have just come here, he probably didn't hear what he said just now.

But it was clear that Bai Mu's extremely poor character had played a role again. Before he finished his psychological construction, he heard Sword Master Ling Shuang ask: "Si'er, what you just said... all came from the heart?"

Bai Mu: "..."

I heard……

He heard it!

Bai Mu wished he could tear up the teleportation talisman again.

It's a pity that he doesn't have a second teleportation talisman that can be torn off by him.

"Master," Bai Mu talked about him, trying to change the subject, "Why are you here?"

Sword Master Ling Shuang was not misled by these words, but still stared at him, as if he didn't want an answer.

Bai Mu: "..."

OK, come on, you win.

He raised his hand to touch his hot cheek, and said in self-defeating, "It's all the truth."

Bai Mu didn't see it. The moment he answered, Sword Master Ling Shuang's expression turned cold, blood welled up in his eyes, and he moved his fingers. He didn't know whether to draw the sword or take him back with chains.

Maybe even he himself didn't know what he wanted to do.

What can he do?In other words, what are you qualified to do?

That little bit of shame was just a moment, Bai Mu gave full play to "As long as I am not embarrassed, others will be more embarrassed than me"**, and when he raised his head again, his expression was as calm as usual.

However, the sight that fell on Sword Master Lingshuang paused for a moment.

gray hair?

The two of them were far away and didn't pay attention to it before, and just now they were too embarrassed to look at it carefully. Only now did Bai Mu notice this detail.

Changed appearance?

ah... no...

This is not the game he was addicted to before, and it is not that simple to change the color of his hair.

except this……

Bai Mu vaguely noticed that the aura around Sword Master Ling Shuang was mixed, far from being as sharp as it was back then, just like a sharp sword to punish evil.

Now his whole body is like a long sword covered in dust, with an inexplicable old and... evil spirit?

Bai Mu is not sure, he has no cultivation now, and he is not very sensitive to this aspect.But if that's true, is that what happened?Or, is there such a passage in the plot?

He was thinking about this, when he raised his eyes, he saw Sword Master Ling Shuang holding a sword in his hand.

Subconsciously, he took a big step back.

#On the psychological shadow of being stabbed in the heart#

The temperature around his body dropped sharply, without saying anything, Bai Mu knew that Sword Master Ling Shuang was unhappy.

Bai Mu also knew that he had overreacted.

After all, if Sword Master Lingshuang really planned to stab him, in his current state, there would be absolutely no time to react.

Fortunately, Sword Master Ling Shuang didn't express anything to Bai Mu's behavior.

The sword flew into Bai Mu's hand.

A chilly voice came from above, "Congratulations..."

Bai Mu: "..."

It's nothing to get a weapon as a wedding gift, he saw a few here and there just now when he was receiving the gift list at the door.

But... Coupled with these two murderous words...

It seemed that he was ready to stab the other half to death at any time.

Bai Mu quickly put this terrible thought to the back of his mind——

He must have thought too much, how could Sword Master Lingshuang mean this.

The sword is a good sword, and it is definitely a magical weapon that even the comprehension world can hardly comment on.

But to be honest, Bai Mu doesn't really want to...

He has no cultivation base and no spiritual power now, holding such a good sword, but he can't even manage the sword, it is pure waste; moreover, most of the things that Lingshuang Jianzun gave him are in his hands. The bend is about to be given to the protagonist, and in the process, actively and passively contribute to the emotional development of the two.

Bai Mu didn't want to make such a fuss at all.

——Finished!His scenes are all done, understand?

Speaking of the relationship between the two... Why isn't Su Shengqing beside Sword Master Lingshuang?At this point in time, they should have formed a Taoist couple, right?

However, this doubt only lingered in Bai Mu's mind and then let it go. Apart from making trouble for each other, he and the protagonist Shou really didn't have any special friendship.It was probably because Su Shengqing didn't want to see him, so she didn't come.

After thinking it through, Bai Mu knelt down on his knees, holding the sword in both hands and raising it above his head.

"The disciple thanked the master, but..."

Before Bai Mu finished his polite refusal, he heard a sharp sound, and the sound of breaking the air passed by his ears and fell behind.

With a "bang", the century-old tree in the courtyard exploded.

Debris were scattered one after another, and one person approached slowly.

Bai Mu heard a sneer, followed by a familiar tone——

"I haven't seen you in a hundred years...Your Excellency's sword...but it's blunt a lot..."

The man approached, his face illuminated by the lights next to him.

no stranger...

Murong Du.

Bai Mu silently read the name.

Unlike the mess and slovenliness seen outside the ruined temple that day, this man is clean and tidy now, revealing the shadow of the past.

The originally messy hair was tied up high by the blood jade hair crown, the beard on his face was also tidied up, and he was dressed in red and black, this violent color was indeed Murong's favorite.

This is also what Bai Mu is more familiar with, the appearance of the protagonist Gong who belongs to this small world.

but……

Bai Mu frowned, this person is not "Murong Du".

As he thought about it, the two over there had already exchanged hands.

In the beginning, the sword energy that blasted the ancient tree was just a test, and it would be a disaster if the two really fought.

In Bai Mu's current state where his cultivation base has been abolished, it is impossible to see how the two of them changed their moves in this instant.

All he knows is—

Boom... boom...

The courtyard, which was colorful just now and full of ingenuity, has now become a ruin—deciduous sawdust mixed with broken petals, not to mention the original plants in the courtyard, even the road paved with bluestone slabs is cracked every inch of it .

Bai Mu: ...

This is because both of them were suppressed by the rules of the lower realm, unable to exert their full strength.

Bai Mu also recognized the familiar demonic energy now.

It's that duck...ah, no...it's that chatterbox...

No, it's that demon cultivator!

It was the magic cultivator whose concealment skills were so good that he could do small tricks under the eyes of Sword Master Ling Shuang.

#What's the situation?Do you want to organize a group tour to the lower world? #

#Funny.jpg#

But it's all about complaining, Bai Mu also knows that the current situation is not good for Sword Master Ling Shuang.

After a monk reaches the lower realm, his cultivation will be suppressed and he will not be able to use his spiritual power. Therefore, apart from his outstanding physical fitness, he is no different from ordinary mortals.Although I don't know what method Sword Master Lingshuang used to still be able to mobilize spiritual power, but there is obviously a limit.

And what he was facing was "Murong Du"—or, to be more precise, the magic cultivator in Murong Du's shell.

The world consciousness has an absolute suppression effect on the energy beyond this world, but obviously, it prefers its own son.

In this world, the force value of "Murong Du" is basically equivalent to the ceiling of combat power.

In a one-on-one frontal battle, it is almost impossible to win.

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…………

Bai Mu carefully avoided the battle zone between the two, thinking about how to help.

Bai Mu just had this idea, and the "gift" he just received made an attacking gesture according to his intention.

Bai Mu was stunned for a moment, he was very, very, very sure that he really didn't mobilize his spiritual power just now.

——He doesn't have spiritual power to adjust? !

But this sword seems to be connected with him, no, more than that...it seems to be an extension of his limbs.

Do you need spiritual power to drive your body?Obviously, it doesn't have to be.

This familiar feeling reminded Bai Mu of the golden pill that had been dug out.

Bai Mu: ...

#Think about fear extremely#

#What is the material of this sword? ! #

Since he was "fearful of extremes", he simply stopped "thinking", and Bai Mu simply put it behind him - as long as it can be used.

But Bai Mu's first sword did not go towards "Murong Du" who was fighting with Sword Master Ling Shuang, but instead turned to the side.

It should be an empty place, but the sword didn't strike smoothly.

The blade seemed to be stuck in a sticky swamp, and it couldn't sink in, nor could it be pulled out.To the naked eye, it seems to be hanging in mid-air strangely.

Bai Mu tried to take it back but failed, so he simply gave up recalling the sword that was stuck in the mud, but directly lowered his hand, and a dagger slipped out of his sleeve.

In the world of mortals, even immortal artifacts are only more durable because of the material. Other than that, they have no other advantages. For Bai Mu now, the weapon is as long as it is sharp, and nothing else matters.

Coincidentally, this dagger was sharp enough.

Bai Mu clenched the hilt of his sword and stabbed straight in that direction.

After the sword, the seemingly empty space finally changed. The black mist diffused and then condensed, turning into a human figure on the spot.

The voice that impressed Bai Mu sounded again, "Siqing is really warm to me~"

Bai Mu didn't pay attention to what he said. He simply chopped off the black mist wrapped around him neatly, and his next move was to take the heart of the human figure.

It's just that when he was about to approach, the sense of crisis exploded in his mind, and he stepped back abruptly.

Bai Mu retreated a few feet in a row, and the place where he was just now was filled with fog.

Bai Muke didn't want to try it at all, what would happen if he was wrapped up here?

No matter which world, fighting has never been Bai Mu's best skill, but after all, he has experienced so many worlds, accumulated time and time again, even if he has no talent, he has become a veteran, and it is easy to deal with this person.

The division of labor between the two was clear, Sword Master Ling Shuang was dealing with Murong Du's main body, Bai Mu was facing off against this black shadow clone, and for a while they were evenly matched, and neither side could do anything to the other.

And behind Bai Mu, where neither of them noticed...a black shadow slowly gathered.The black mist cut off by Bai Mu slowly condensed into a second clone.

This is obviously a bit difficult for Yin Si.

The rules of the world reject too much energy, and the black shadow condenses extremely slowly, but it is indeed growing slowly.

Finally... the shadow condensed into the shape of a hand, grabbing Bai Mu's ankle.

Bai Mu, who was about to jump up, was pulled so hard that he almost fell to the ground.

Yin Si let out an inexplicable smile, and the black shadow stepped forward, trying to pull Bai Mu into his arms.

But someone was one step ahead of him——

When Bai Mu fell down, he planned to try his best to hurt both of them, but the feeling he touched was not the sticky feeling like a swamp like the black mist, but warm and elastic, which was... belonged to human beings. chest.

Bai Mu Haoxuan returned the sword that was stabbed in the past, and looked up——

"Amo?!"

When did he come over? !