How many times the group portrait is spring

Water can moisten all things, this is general knowledge.

When Mo Lingyun opened his eyes and saw that No.1 was Yan Huai, he was slightly taken aback, "Why are you here?"

Yan Huai closed his eyes, and the color of the water flowed as he flipped the hand formula. The formation around him used elixir as a supplement to generate gentle spiritual power continuously pouring towards Mo Lingyun. When Yan Huai opened his eyes, he also opened his mouth: "You have been in a coma for a month."

Hearing Mo Lingyun's tone, he knew that his sanity had recovered, but he probably didn't remember anything about the period of amnesia, otherwise he wouldn't have asked Yan Huai why he was here.

When the strong spiritual power rushed to Mo Lingyun, a green lotus bloomed in Yan Huai's palm. This is the unique Nanshan Yuancui in the East Realm. It is born in the coldest waters and a lotus is born every three years. It is also an indispensable medicine for suppressing cold poison lead.

"How long?" Mo Lingyun squinted at Nanshan Yuancui, as if he didn't hear clearly.

"January."

"That's it." Mo Lingyun lowered his gaze, and grabbed Yan Huai's neck the next moment, with a smile in his eyes, "Did something else happen?"

"There is no miscellaneous matter." Yan Huai's expression remained unchanged, the petals of the cyan lotus spread apart under the urging of his spiritual power, encircling Mo Lingyun and at the same time encircling him who was being pinched by Mo Lingyun.

It's common knowledge in the Eastern Realm that the banquet is uncertain. Sometimes you provoke him without knowing what happened, such as Yan Huai's current situation.

Yan Zhi tightened his grip on Yan Huai's neck slowly, and he seemed to ask indifferently, "What else?"

"Cold poison damages one's mind, the Lord needs to restrain himself." A drop of green lotus condensate fell between Yan Zhi's brows, Yan Huai had difficulty breathing, but there was still no change on his face.

"Is that all? You really have nothing to hide from me?" Yan Zhi narrowed his gaze slightly, and with a flick of his sleeves, Yan Huai hit the flat ground covered with runes.

Yan Huai was a little dizzy from knocking the back of his head, and just sat upright with one hand propped up, when Yan Zhi straightened his clothes, stood up, and approached him again.

"Ah, it's bleeding." Yan Zhi wiped away the blood on the corner of Yan Huai's lips with a smile, and he knelt down to be at eye level with the person, "I haven't seen blood for a long time, it's a pity."

Yan Huai didn't answer him, but just flicked his sleeves to reinforce the barrier.

Pian Yanzhi didn't intend to change the subject easily, "I lost most of my spiritual power, do you really think I can't see it?"

"This half of the body's spiritual power is the right to pay for the entanglement. From now on, I will have nothing to do with the righteous way." Yan Huai didn't look at him.

"Is this true?"

"really."

Pale golden light covered the cloud and water, slowly repairing Yan Huai's damaged vitality, Yan Zhi turned his head to look at the spirit lock formation, and said thoughtfully: "Take care of yourself."

Half of his body's spiritual power was exchanged for a nine-tailed ink lotus. Only Fox King and Yan Huai knew about it. Whether it was worth it or not could not be judged by others. His push in the southern border meant that he had severed his friendship with Ning Qingen.

The spirit-locking formation was set up by Taoist Qingxuan, and this rare elixir was produced by Jing Rong, with the purpose of suppressing the cold poison in Mo Lingyun's body.

As for why Yan Huai was in the main formation, although Taoist Qingxuan mastered the talismans of the formation, her spiritual power was not as moist as Yan Huai's single spiritual root, and Mo Lingyun had a body with broken meridians, so it was perfect for Yan Huai to be the main formation to assist the spirit .

Yan Huai left the hall before Mo Lingyun, and as soon as he left, the formation covering the hall was also withdrawn.

"It can be suppressed for another half a year at least." Yan Huai has never said much, he summoned his natal sword, and his figure disappeared into the sky in an instant. This was the last thing he promised to do for Jing Rong. Now that he had done it, he would not stay any longer .

It wasn't until Xuantianzong came out that Yan Huai withdrew his sword, staggered and vomited blood suddenly, Rong Si who followed him panicked, and just as he was about to support Yan Huai, he stopped him with a wave of his sleeve.

"Your Majesty..." Rong Si hesitated slightly, "Young Palace Mistress hurt you again?"

Maybe he shouldn't have reported privately...

"No." Yan Huai wiped off the blood stains on his lips, "It's because the master's spiritual power is too strong, and I can't bear it with my crippled body."

The rich spiritual power of Huashen is not something that Yan Huai, a golden elixir, can bear immediately. Since Yan Zhi belongs to him, it will take time to digest it. However, the time they can be alone is too short, Yan Zhi can only do this. Bad policy.

In the Xuantian sect at the other place, as soon as Yan Huai left, Jing Rong hurried into the hall to see Mo Lingyun.

The fainted Mo Lingyun's spiritual vein tended to be stable, Jing Rong held Mo Lingyun's wrist and breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "Half a year..."

He had personally experienced that the Xuantian Stone in Yunfuchuan could not be taken out, but the other piece, as the treasure of their Xuantian sect for thousands of years, only the suzerain had the right to dispose of it, and it was not so easy to take out.

"Master...cold..." Mo Lingyun looked a little weak when he woke up, he pulled Jing Rong's sleeves, his brows could not hide the fatigue, "Why am I here..."

"Ling Yun? Do you remember?" Jing Rong was overjoyed, Taoist Qingxuan's spirit injection formation is really useful!

"What do you remember, I'm so tired..."

"You take a good rest first, don't worry, I'll call your uncle Qingxuan."

"Don't, don't go..." Mo Lingyun turned over, grabbed the corner of Jing Rong's sleeve and refused to let go, then he closed his eyes, "I always feel that once you leave, it seems that you won't come back .”

"How come..." Jing Rong stretched out his hand to caress Mo Lingyun's hair, "Master has always been here."

"Then, stay with me first." Mo Lingyun leaned on Jing Rong's shoulder, "I'm fine, really."

"it is good."

Mo Lingyun, who had recovered his memory, was still clingy, but he was much more restrained than when he lost all his memory, and he also held back his smile.

On the third night after the thunderstorm outside the house, Jing Rong still had a lot of clan affairs to deal with. He looked at Mo Lingyun who was sitting with Beishanshe, hesitant to speak, but Mo Lingyun said calmly: "Master, go!" .”

"But you are afraid of thunder..."

"I'm not afraid." Mo Lingyun smiled, and stretched out his hand to rub Beishan Shegou's head, "Besides, Xiao Bai and Xiao Hui are accompanying me."

"Then I..." Jing Rong paused, drew the Ling Xiao sword and handed it to Mo Lingyun, "Just treat it as me, don't be afraid of the loud thunder, Master is here."

"Okay." Mo Lingyun nodded, took Ling Xiaojian and put it aside, and continued to be dazed.

Jing Rong turned his head every three steps, until he could no longer see Mo Lingyun, he was still not at ease with him.

Mo Lingyun in the room was very silent. He used his spiritual power to cover up his aura only when Jing Rong's aura left Ling Xiaofeng. He stretched out his hand and drew the Ling Xiao Sword. The Ling Xiao Sword that only recognized Jing Rong was in his hand Also very obedient.

Mo Lingyun drew his sword, and a sword energy slashed out and dissipated in the small world woven by his spiritual power.

"What are you doing?" Beishan She lay on the ground and looked at him.

"I just feel that this sword is very close."

"Why is Taoist Rongxie's sword so close to you, a demon?"

"It's just getting close." Mo Lingyun didn't care much about Beishan's words, and replied: "You might say, I am the Sword Master Lingxiao."

"Why didn't Ling Xiaojian kill you?" Bei Shanshe waved his claws.

Mo Lingyun raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and in a thought, Ling Xiaojian chopped off a layer of Beishan's hair, "Warm spring is coming, you have too much hair, which is also a burden."

"You are the sword master, you are the sword master." Beishan She swam back with all four claws together. The master of the Eastern Realm has a reputation of being stingy and vengeful. He just said something casually, and this man wanted to shave his hair up? !

"However, you are so arrogant in Xuantianzong's realm, aren't you afraid of being discovered?" Bei Shanshe turned over, and brought Xiao Hui to play together.

"There are only a group of Nascent Souls on the left and right, and I can't hide my aura." Mo Lingyun spoke naturally, "It's you who should return to the Extreme North Demon Realm as soon as possible."

"Then you promised me..."

"This seat will naturally do it."

Mo Lingyun looked at Ling Xiao, whose sword moved with his heart, and was a little uncertain for a while. The divine sword only serves one master, and choosing a master will determine his life. .

What's even more strange is that he has an inexplicable and natural closeness to Ling Xiaojian, as if Ling Xiaojian is a part of him, but if Ling Xiaojian belongs to him, how can he recognize the sword owner as Jing Rong.

If it doesn't belong to him, then why, Ling Xiaojian can follow his heart.

"It's a pity." Mo Lingyun brushed the blade, "This kind of divine sword should have a sword soul in ancient times, but now, there is at most a wisp of the soul."

Poor and ridiculous.

It is said that this sword was once held by the god of beginning, Rongxie, but Mo Lingyun didn't believe it very much. If it was the sword of the god of beginning, why would he proclaim himself reduced to a mortal thing? After tens of thousands of years, the seal was unsealed. This sword will never be the same again. Brilliant.

"Why bother?" Mo Lingyun stroked the scabbard with his fingertips, only to hear Ling Xiao's sword clang, as if he was responding to his question, and was also refuting Mo Lingyun's point of view.

"You have been hiding for thousands of years, so you can't wait for the reincarnation of the sword master?" Mo Lingyun curled his lips, "Even if it is so, the reincarnation of the world has already passed, and even if you live forever, you can't wait for your first sword master."

Ling Xiaojian swayed around Mo Lingyun, and became quiet when he stretched out his hand to hold it. It did not repel Mo Lingyun, but the sword owner it recognized was still not Mo Lingyun.

"That's all." Mo Lingyun waved his hand, signaling Ling Xiaojian to return to his original position, "Why do I have so much to say to a sword?"

He was actually thinking about the speed of mental deterioration, Yan Huai gave him six pills, one dose every seven days can suppress the cold poison and keep the pulse condition unchanged, Mo Lingyun will decide when to take the final antidote.

Mo Lingyun had been pretending to be crazy and obedient in Xuantianzong for a long time, but he hadn't learned how to pretend to be crazy. Even if there was a ready example like Shu Huayan around him, he still couldn't learn Shu Huayan's frivolity and madness.

There were bursts of thunder outside the house, it was counting the time for Taoist Tianquan to cross the catastrophe, the baptism of thunder for seven consecutive days, and it is not known whether Taoist Tianquan survived or turned into a wisp of fly ash in the world.

Mo Lingyun pushed open the window to see the majestic rainy night, and pointedly said: "Don't, you are blocking the way of this seat."

The masters of the six peaks of Xuantianzong are all Nascent Souls, and Ning Jiuchen is Nascent Soul among the elders. If there is another Suzerain of Huashen, it will be really difficult to deal with.

On the eve of New Year's Eve, thunder bursts rushed towards the back mountain, and all the elders and peak masters could only retreat to watch from a distance of more than ten miles. After three hours, the mountain collapsed and the dark clouds dispersed.

The messenger shouted in the mountains.

"Sovereign, you are dead."