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The rain in southern Xinjiang never stops, and the mountains and forests are covered with a layer of fog. It is said that the snake demon hides thousands of miles away, and the Guanluo Yuantan is a thousand feet deep, and it is a steep and strange terrain that does not see light all year round.

The vision is not very clear on sunny days, and it is even more difficult to distinguish turbidity on cloudy days.

With such a terrain and environment, it is no wonder that the high priest reminded them to bring a water spirit root. After all, although the sky spirit root can penetrate all things in the world, it is not as good as a single water spirit root that specializes in water areas.

As for the monster's cultivation level, although the high priest didn't say anything, Jing Rong thought that it should be between Jindan and Yuanying.

Mo Lingyun took the initiative to invite Ying to invite Yan Huai, but Yan Huai's whereabouts were uncertain, Mo Lingyun wandered around for a few days, and finally blocked people on the mountain road today.

The visitor was dressed in black and wore a black bamboo hat to hide his face. He didn't hold an umbrella, so he was protected from the wind and rain; Yan Huai stopped three feet away from Mo Lingyun, and saw Mo Lingyun brushing his broken hair on his forehead, revealing his Asking him with a characteristic smile: "Fu Jun is willing to work with us to destroy demons."

"Naturally." Yan Huai lowered his head, and didn't say anything unnecessary. It wasn't until Mo Lingyun cheerfully said that he would go back and walk past him first, then Yan Huai continued on his own way.

Originally, his plan was to handle it by himself. He specially brought nine people from the Hall of Seven Kills, and he also had the army to assist him.

Yan Huai supported the bamboo hat, and looked at the misty mountains and forests in the drizzle and breeze without words. Although the southern border is a well-known place of exile, they are also the place where the divine power is the most concentrated. The Gu clan has guarded the miracles for generations. Obey the masquerade creed and let others prejudice and slander.

One day, the Gu people will bounce back even more after suffering thousands of years of slander and damage.

He remembered the look in the eyes of the high priest of the Gu tribe, it was unwillingness and resentment, and it was a thousand years of mourning silently when those so-called decent families asked them wantonly.

Such an excluded and lonely group is most suitable for their Qianjiu Palace.

Mo Lingyun went back to the courtyard in the rain, and he didn't care how wet his hair was. Jing Rong and Ning Qing went to Guanluoyuan to investigate first this morning, leaving him here alone.

Gu people are not very active during the rainy season, except for those who go to the mountains to pick mushrooms, the rest stay at home, Mo Lingyun is too embarrassed to visit, and can't help much, it's really boring for him to stay alone.

Mo Lingyun shook the bell in his hand. He picked it up on the road, and the sound was quite clear when it was shaken, so it was good to play with.

Until Ning Qing pushed open the door with an umbrella and said, "Nephew, this is a thing used by the Gu clan to drive away the Gu clan, where did you get it?"

"Ah..." Mo Lingyun was stunned, and the bell in his hand dropped in response to the sound, "Do you believe me when I say that I picked it up on the road?"

Ning Qing picked up the bell and returned it to the original owner. Mo Lingyun touched the end of his hair and dared not make a sound until Jing Rong said, "Dry your hair first."

Mo Lingyun nodded obediently, and asked again: "Master, have I caused trouble for you again?"

"No." Jing Rong didn't mean to reprimand, since Mo Lingyun came to Southern Border, except for him, the Dripping Guanyin was poisoned, and he picked up other people's magical artifacts to play with as bells, other places are still very good.

"However, I do have something to tell you." Jing Rong raised his eyes, and Mo Lingyun looked at him nervously, "I will listen carefully so as not to cause trouble for Master and Uncle!"

"The mushrooms on the mountain are not allowed to be eaten." Jing Rong watched Mo Lingyun's reaction, and as expected, saw his face change, and retorted him in a low voice: "But they said the mushrooms on the mountain are delicious."

"Answer or not?" Jing Rong didn't give Mo Lingyun a chance to reason. This new fungus is a unique product in southern Xinjiang, and it is rarely fresh. Even when it comes out every year, even a group as good at poisoning as the Gu clan will fall. A few, Mo Lingyun was poisoned by water dripping Guanyin just now, if he suffers from food poisoning again, he might collapse if the meridian problem is not resolved.

"Okay, okay." Mo Lingyun nodded gloomily, the aunt next door had just told him yesterday that she had invited him to eat fried mushrooms for a few days, and now Jingrong was blocking his way.

With Mo Lingyun's assurance, Jing Rong finally felt relieved. Seeing that the rain outside the window had stopped, he couldn't help turning to another topic: "Have you practiced swordsmanship diligently recently?"

"Yes! I think I can do it!" Mo Lingyun twitched his sword and flicked his ponytail, only to perform a swordplay in the room on the spot.

"Practice is enough." Jing Rong flipped his wrist, and the unsheathed sword in Mo Lingyun's hand returned to its original position. Mo Lingyun was stunned, but obediently put away the sword, pulled a stool and sat down beside Jing Rong, " Wait for me to perform for Master one day!"

As he said that, he had an extra steamed bun in his hand and began to chew on it.

"I haven't eaten all morning and I'm quite hungry." Mo Lingyun's cheeks were bulging, and he took a bite of half a steamed bun. He is actually quite good at this, he can find food anytime, anywhere.

Jing Rong recalled Guan Luoyuan's terrain, and didn't look at what Mo Lingyun was doing. However, within 2 minutes, Mo Lingyun's cough came over.

"Master, water... water..." Good guy, before the swordplay even started, he was choking on steamed buns.

Jing Rong poured a glass of white water for Mo Lingyun, and when he handed it over, he saw Mo Lingyun squinting his eyes and smiling at him, apparently because he hadn't finished swallowing the buns in his mouth so he couldn't show his teeth, even so, it was hard to hide the brilliance in Mo Lingyun's eyes.

Jing Rong looked at him quietly, half-stretched his hand and then withdrew it the moment Mo Lingyun lowered his eyes, and his gaze also fell.

As for Mo Lingyun, after drinking the water and recovering from being choked on by the steamed buns, he continued to eat the steamed buns, with a smile on his face, which was really silly.

But Mo Lingyun has a youthful and frivolous spirit. He originally has a face with sword eyebrows and stars. A few strands of hair scattered on his forehead do not cover his eyebrows. , but not so stupid.

Jing Rong is rarely aware of other people's looks, but Mo Lingyun's looks are very comfortable for him, and as time gets longer, Mo Lingyun looks more and more attractive.

After eating three steamed buns, Mo Lingyun didn't feel so hungry anymore, and he also filled half of the teapot with water. After eating and drinking enough, Mo Lingyun lay down on the table, feeling very comfortable.

At such a close distance, Jing Rong lowered his head and could see the trembling of Mo Lingyun's eyelashes.

The person lying on the table closed his eyes, his expression was so obedient, he called him: "Master, when are we going to leave?"

"Wait for the rain to clear up." Jing Rong answered him, and fell silent for a while, he didn't know when the rain would stop, human intervention is not impossible, but with the rules of the Gu clan, it should not like others to easily tamper with the weather .

Except for a heavy rain that extinguished the sparks after the Thousand Lantern Festival.

Mo Lingyun nodded, and couldn't help but ask: "Master, will I be able to cultivate properly after my meridians are restored?"

"Correct."

"That's great." Mo Lingyun smiled slightly. It was different from the bright and flamboyant smile in the past. It was a very shallow smile full of expectations; There will still be pressure here, but now, he has the hope of reshaping his meridians.

Ning Qing met Yan Huai when he went to return the property. Yan Huai was pointing to some medicinal materials and talking to the high priest. When he raised his hand, there was a red mole on his finger that was very obvious. Cinnabar is immortal.

When he first met him, there was this red mole on Yan Huai's finger, and now 16 years have passed, this little mole has not faded away; just like Ning Qing's persistence, it has become stronger and stronger with time.

Ning Qing returned the bell, and stood by the courtyard waiting for Yan Huai to finish dealing with the high priest.

Yan Huai always paid special attention when doing things, and he didn't realize that Ning Qing was here until he explained the medicinal properties of the medicine and the daily supply. The man smiled lightly and asked him: "Do you want to go back together? I just gave You talk about the matter of watching the abyss."

Yan Huai nodded, and the two of them walked to the same place. Ning Qing spoke warmly and slowly, and summed it up roughly as follows: Guanluo Abyss is unpredictable, and the life beneath it is isolated, and it is an extremely dark place that never sees light.

"It's a fierce place." Yan Huai said this fierce place with a sense of understatement, but he just has that confidence and calm confidence, which is convincing.

The two went to the scattered place together, Yan Huai did not leave, Ning Qing looked at him sideways, Yan Huai only said: "Before this trip, I have to make an agreement with Taoist Rongxie first."

"What agreement?" Jing Rong took the initiative to open the courtyard door, and Mo Lingyun looked at Jing Rong, and at Yan Huai Ningqing who was standing at the same place, and the four of them were speechless for a short while.

"Three chapters of agreement." Yan Huai looked directly at Jing Rong, "First, I want the snake demon pill."

"Yes." Jing Rong also looked at him lightly.

"Second, don't go into the water without my permission."

"...yes." Knowing about the waters, Jing Rong knew that he was not as good as Yan Huai with water spirit roots, and he must have a reason for not letting them into the water.

"Third, don't use the Ling Xiao Sword." As soon as Yan Huai finished speaking, Jing Rong raised a question: "Why?"

He can understand and accept the first two items, but he can't use the Ling Xiao Sword, which is just aimed at him. It was rejected?

"Guanluoyuan is a place of extreme yin, and below it is extremely cold and stagnant water. The Lingxiao sword is a sword of heaven and earth, from rigidity to yang, and restraining life and life. What will happen to you as a member of the Gu tribe." Yan Huai answered slowly, but with reasons.

Jing Rong was silent, indeed, it is not impossible to directly split Guan Luoyuan with the power of the Ling Xiao Sword combined with his own spiritual power.

"I promise you." Jing Rong pursed her lips and asked again: "What promise can the Lord Fu give us?"

"I will protect your apprentice and younger brother, this monster will be killed." Jing Rong doesn't need human protection, Mo Lingyun and Ning Qing are different, even though Yan Huai and Ning Qing are in the same realm, their strengths are not at the same level What's more, the destination of this trip is a water area, so it's not a big deal for Yan Huai to say this.

"Your Majesty has made this promise, and I will abide by it." Jing Rong cupped her hands.

Yan Huai simply replied, "Mutual benefit and reciprocity."