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"Come in and sit down." Jing Rong opened his mouth, then glanced at Ning Qing lightly.

"This is the pigeon I caught on the mountain today." Mo Lingyun happily entered the door with the soup in his hands, and couldn't help mumbling after putting down the soup bowl: "I really want Master to have a taste of my cooking."

"Of course you can wait until you return to the sect." Ning Qing closed the door and sat down. He was holding the soup and did not rush to open the lid, as if warming his hands.

Jing Rong was noncommittal, and changed the subject casually: "Ling Yun, you have been neglecting sword practice recently, but be careful that you even forgot the sword formula."

"Recently, the schedule is quite busy. I will definitely practice more in the future." Mo Lingyun rubbed his nose guiltily, but what he said was not a lie. It's still very tiring to replace the footwork!

Jing Rong is a soul-dividing paper figurine and won't get tired, but Mo Lingyun is still a Qi practitioner after all.

"Where are you going?" Ning Qing took a sip of the soup and realized that Mo Lingyun's craftsmanship was really good.

"Chang Chuan Ze." Mo Lingyun replied.

"Walking?" Ning Qing paused.

"En!" Mo Lingyun nodded obediently.

Duan Changkong is stupid, Ning Qing can praise him for his pure heart without conscience, but Mo Lingyun is so stupid at the moment, Ning Qing doesn't know what to say.

If he remembers correctly, Chang Chuanze is far away from the southern border. If Zhenchun walks, they may not be able to get there in another 20 years. I don’t know what Duan Changkong, a student of Chang Chuanze, thinks of.

"Let's use my boat boat first." As soon as Ning Qing finished speaking, he turned his head and coughed twice. The rain outside the window didn't seem to stop, and the throbbing pain made him lose his interest in joking.

He handed the carved wooden boat to Mo Lingyun, and said a few more words: "As long as you have spirit stones, you can also drive this magic weapon during the Qi training period, and it will save your time, nephew."

"It's getting late now, so I'll take my leave first." Ning Qing walked hastily, his footsteps were so light that monks with better hearing could hear the staggering.

Holding the boat sculpture, Mo Lingyun was at a loss when he saw half of the pigeon soup left on the table, "I...is there any poison in my soup?"

Uncle Ning's face just now, no matter how you look at it, how uncomfortable is it?

"No." Jing Rong stopped Mo Lingyun's wild thoughts. His soul paper man has the reality of Nascent Soul Dzogchen, but he doesn't have the ability to bring it out. If he is in the sect, he can give Ning Qingdu Du Qi, I am really helpless here.

"Hey..." Mo Lingyun elongated his tone, "Master, I seem to have seen that big monster Dongshan today, he is injured all over, and he is not as majestic as everyone said."

"The disciples of the Wan Dao League are not just for food and drink." Jing Rong also knew something about Yue Tancao. Originally, the Wan Dao League led other monks to participate as the main organizer.

Where is the Wan Dao League? It is a force jointly established by their countless cultivation families and sects. They not only have a lot of real power, but also a lot of elites.

Xuantianzong also occupies a place in this Wandao League, and one of the five resident elders is their Xuantianzong's Chiqing Daoist.

There is still half a month before the moon grass matures, and Xuantianzong will definitely take the lead by then.

It was inconvenient for Jing Rong to show up, and Ning Qing naturally would not hang out in front of Qin Wujian and other sect disciples. He took Mo Lingyun to Dongshan according to Jing Rongyi, and Duan Changkong went to find people from Yaowanggu.

Dongshan is lush with vegetation, and there are many animals that thrive here. However, since monks have entered the mountain one after another half a month ago, the beasts and little monsters are quite frightened. They hide one by one, and the huge Dongshan has become a dead place. land.

Ning Qing held the flute in one hand and walked ahead. As long as Mo Lingyun followed him well, he didn't have to worry about any danger. When he met a familiar monk, he could pass by with the excuse of showing his master and nephew a lesson.

Ning Qing and Jing Rong were not talkative people, but Mo Lingyun couldn't keep his mouth shut, talking all the way about how beautiful the scenery on the mountain was, and after a while he picked the wild fruit and said it tasted good.

"By the way, uncle, where is the moon grass?" Mo Lingyun pondered. It was not the first time he had gone to Dongshan Mountain. Although Dongshan was big, he didn't seem to have seen a trace of the moon grass so far. With the appearance of the baby Moon Night Grass, the boundaries should have been drawn to protect it long ago, right?

"I don't know yet." Ning Qing used the talisman of the Wan Dao League to avoid the trap circle on the mountain, and when he saw Mo Lingyun was stunned, he pulled him to prevent his nephew from falling into the circle set up by the Dao League people.

"If you don't know the location, how do you harvest it?"

"You will know when the moon grass is mature, or you will know when the big monster Dongshan is dealt with." The ending tune is that strange and familiar, and Mo Lingyun thinks it shouldn't belong to someone as gentle as his uncle. Cold-blooded.

"Does that monster know where the Moon Night Grass is?"

"It's guarding the Moon Night Grass."

Ning Qing's wording made Mo Lingyun a little confused. Was it guarding rather than monopolizing?

On the third-to-last day before the moon grass matured, the Wan Dao League sent news that a little demon who trespassed in Dongshan was caught.

"Now there are still monsters who dare to go to Dongshan?" Duan Changkong, who had just bargained with Wan Daomeng for a lot of moon primrose shares for Changchuan Academy, was in a good mood, and was turning the cups until the evening primroses were ripe and ready to harvest.

"Maybe he went the wrong way?" Mo Lingyun picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth.

Most things do not arouse Jing Rong's interest, including this matter.He sat closer to Ning Qing, and he had already heard from Duan Changkong that he would team up with the people from Yaowang Valley on the day when the Yuetancao matured. Uncle will accompany you."

"it is good."

And the letter sent by Qin Wujian's people gave Mo Lingyun an intuition that perhaps they would know where the Moon Night Grass grows without waiting until it matures.

The people of Wan Dao League caught the big monster Dongshan.

Ning Qing took Mo Lingyun Yujian straight to the destination, there were already many monks crowded around, Ning Qing simply took Mo Lingyun floating in the air, met with the people of Xuantianzong, and then lowered his eyes to see the magic circle The bound Dongshan Great Demon.

Silk thread exuding blue light is wrapped around the prototype of Dongshan Great Demon. Its prototype is huge and fierce. It is the tiger that Mo Lingyun saw half a month ago. It is true, but it looks much weaker and more broken now than half a month ago. There were bursts of pain in the low roar of the tiger.

The surrounding monks talked endlessly.

"Is this the Great Demon of Dongshan?"

"Sure enough, the seniors of the Wan Dao League are the most powerful. They subdued the big monster we were hunting for more than a month."

……

The noisy human voices made Mo Lingyun's mind a little confused. He observed the prototype of Dongshan Great Demon, and suddenly found a little oriole lying on the wounded belly of the Tiger Demon.

"Master, why is there a bird?" Mo Lingyun pointed to the little bird, mainly because he thought it looked familiar.

"Maybe it's the one caught by Wan Daomeng." Ning Qing's expression was light, and the faint smile that was always hanging on his face disappeared at some point.

"Oh—" Mo Lingyun drew the tone, not knowing what else to say.

Although there were crowded people around, there was an empty space in the middle of the sky, only a group of uniformly dressed monks were holding their swords, and they should be the disciples of the Wan Dao League that others had discussed many times.

Qin Wujian wiped the blade of his sword, and told all the disciples of Xuantian Sect not to move around, and then went to the monks of Wan Dao League.

"What are they doing?" Mo Lingyun was puzzled.

"Senior Brother Wujian cultivates the strongest swordsmanship in the world, which can overcome all evil spirits." Ning Qing made a brief introduction and added the most important content: "He is the chief torturer."

The monks spoke their own words, and no one cared about the dying tiger and bird on the ground. The low whine was drowned in the voices of the people, which was extremely weak and ridiculous.

"The auspicious time will arrive in a moment." The old Taoist leader of the Wan Dao League gestured at Qin Wujian, and Qin Wujian saluted back, with the sword still in his hand.

"Auspicious time?" Mo Lingyun didn't need to roll his name this time, Ning Qing answered for him: "The time to kill the monster."

The tiger demon bound in the magic circle was still howling, but the oriole was uttering words like weeping: "My husband has long been a vegetarian with me, and he has never done anything harmful..."

"This monster is used to deceiving people's hearts." The old Taoist leader of the Wan Dao League raised his hand, and immediately put a magic seal on the bird demon's mouth.

However, Mo Lingyun's expression changed. He was not sure before the little monster opened his mouth. He heard the voice. Wasn't it because he saved the little monster before?

"No, how could such a cowardly monster harm people?"

"Hey and hey in the world are all for profit." Ning Qing's expression remained unchanged, as if he had already expected how the people of the Wan Dao League would deal with it.

"No, no, Master Uncle, Master taught me that a monster that has never harmed anyone has nothing to do with us..." It may be that the two monsters struggled so badly, and Mo Lingyun, a person whose village was wiped out by demon wolves, also Moved with compassion.

But the people present will not, they are humans, they are demons, and it is wrong to be born as demons.

"Martial Nephew." Ning Qing cast his eyes on him, and Mo Lingyun was unconsciously attracted by those eyes, and fixedly looked at Ning Qing.

"No one can tell whether this is right or wrong, who is the most despicable." There seemed to be a flash of ridicule in Ning Qing's eyes, but Mo Lingyun didn't have time to catch it. He only knew that as soon as Ning Qing finished speaking, there was a tiger The sound of howling birds resounded through the sky.

When the hour came, they started.

"My husband and I live peacefully in Dongshan...I think I have never hurt others...Everyone is a high-sounding monk...Why did you force us here..." Oriole turned into a human form, and the scars cut by the heavy sword on his stomach were full of blood Yi, the many scars on his body seemed small compared to this place.

Her pupils were dilated, blood and tears flowed faintly, and the last words of crying blood were scattered on Dongshan.

"I curse you... I curse you... You will be punished by God...!"

The whistling sound of the tiger came from the mouth of the tiger demon. This was the last cry in its life to call its wife Niao Niao, but its Niao Niao could never be heard again.

The wailing sounds of wild beasts and birds gradually came from the forest, and then fell silent under the roar of a tiger.

In this silent silence, all beasts bid farewell to the great monster of Dongshan who had been entrenched for thousands of years. Their guardian beasts are gone. Perhaps countless human beings will step into Dongshan to cut down animals wantonly, and they will start a new round of migration up.