Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

Early the next morning, Xuan Zhu was about to leave.

The wind on the top of the mountain was blowing loudly, but it made Wen Qingmo feel restless.He watched Xuan Zhu squatting and stroking Hei Ren's head, standing aside, opened his mouth several times, but didn't say a word once.

Xuan Zhu stood up, patted his spotless clothes, and said leisurely: "Then I'll go."

"Master... wait."

Xuan Zhu stopped when he heard the sound, he was puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Hei Ren seemed to sense that Wen Qingmo was agitated, and circled around his feet, trying to comfort him.

Wen Qingmo looked at Hei Ren, and Hei Ren's eyes seemed to tell him to say something, so he really followed his inner thoughts at this moment, and hurriedly said: "Master, please let this disciple go with you. "

All of a sudden, there was silence around, until Xuan Zhu sighed, "I finally said it."

Wen Qingmo's heart was shocked.

Xuan Zhu continued: "From now on, we will be mentors and apprentices who depend on each other, so we can say what we want to say. I am soft-hearted, but occasionally I judge according to the situation."

There was a smile on Xuan Zhu's face, and the face that was so beautiful was a little more lively because of the banter.

Wen Qingmo suddenly realized that Master understands everything.

Thinking of how anxious he was in the past few days, but still had to act obediently and wronged in front of Xuanzhu, Wen Qingmo suddenly felt flushed.

Knowing that Wen Qingmo was about to leave Wuyou Mountain, Hei Ren entangled Wen Qingmo for a long time, until Wen Qingmo squatted down, and somehow came up with this trick, kissing Hei Ren's forehead instantly comforted Hei Ren. Restless behavior of lions.

In the past few days, the relationship between one person and one beast has gotten better. Seeing this warm scene in Xuan Zhu's eyes, he suddenly felt a sense of comfort from an old father.

Fortunately, Hei Ren still didn't forget his master, after Wen Qingmo kissed it, after getting tired of it for a while, he walked around to Xuan Zhu again, wanting to ask for a kiss too.

Xuan Zhu was helplessly entangled by Hei Ren, and Hei Ren had never begged him for anything other than mung bean cakes so happily. In desperation, he imitated Wen Qingmo and kissed Hei Ren's forehead.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Wen Qingmo always felt that the place where Xuan Zhu kissed happened to be the place where he kissed just now. He didn't know what happened to him, but suddenly there was an inexplicable frenzy in his left chest.

Seeing Hei Ren obediently returning to the cave, Xuan Zhu took out a sword in his pouch: "Considering that your body cannot teleport long distances, let's go with the sword, and I also like the feeling of the sword." .” Many times when he went down the mountain to play, he also walked with the sword.

After finishing speaking, Xuan Zhu didn't hear Wen Qingmo's voice, and then found that the little guy was distracted.

"Qingmo?"

After Wen Qingmo came back to his senses, he was about to apologize for his lack of concentration, but his eyes were immediately attracted by the sword in Xuan Zhu's hand: "Master, this sword?"

The body and hilt of this sword are all black, and there is no way to see where the blade is. If it weren't for the fact that the user is Xuanzhu, a Sanxian, this sword might be disgusted and occupy its place in the coal pile.

"It's called Mo Ning, don't underestimate it." Xuan Zhu talked about the sword that was always with him, and said nostalgic, "I found it from a certain ancient and powerful cave, and when I found it, it I don’t recognize anyone, but I forced myself to recognize me as the master after being subdued by me.”

Seeing Wen Qingmo's radiant expression, Xuan Zhu smiled: "Do you want to hear me tell you about the past?"

Wen Qingmo's eyes lit up: "Yes!"

Xuan Zhu said: "Then tell you slowly on the road, I received news that the place to go is a little far away, in the northwest, didn't you buy a lot of food for you yesterday, when you are hungry Tell me."

Wen Qingmo said: "Okay, Master."

Xuanzhu silently urged the magic formula, making the blade of Mo Ningjian wide enough for two people to stand up: "Stand on the sword, let's go."

On this day, Wen Qingmo listened to Xuan Zhu talk about those things that happened hundreds of years ago.Some dangerous encounters while going out for training made Wen Qingmo take a deep breath, some made him envious, and even more unheard of...

The two of them flew with the sword for four full hours, and Wen Qingmo stopped to eat halfway because he was hungry, and even while eating, he listened attentively to Xuan Zhu's adventures.

Xuan Zhu didn't feel tired, and even felt that it was rare for someone to want to hear these past events, so it was quite interesting to pick them up and talk about them.

Wen Qingmo listened, feeling a little sleepy, accidentally squinted her eyes, and finally fell asleep leaning against Xuan Zhu's arms.

Xuan Zhu felt the weight suddenly sinking in his arms, stopped talking, tightened his arms, and hugged Wen Qingmo tightly.

It was at this time that his consciousness left on the outskirts of Wuyou Mountain was suddenly touched, and he sensed the power belonging to a monk.

Xuan Zhu frowned slightly, that energy made him feel familiar.

It was also the moment of contact, when he heard a familiar voice calling softly: "Xuanzhu."

It belonged to the voice engraved in Xuan Zhu's original memory, and the appearance of this voice also awakened those buried memories.

Xuan Zhu didn't urge his spiritual consciousness to make contact.

Probably because he didn't get a response from his consciousness, the next moment, the pair left conveniently.

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Xuan Huai sat cross-legged on the futon in the room, opened his eyes, and after a flash of light in his eyes, he returned to his usual cold look.

He really didn't die.

Didn't really die...

Xuanzhu, since you have become a Sanxian, since you have not returned to Liuren Mausoleum for hundreds of years, it means that you really don't want to come back.

Very good, very good, you still keep your promise to me, then I will not do anything excessive, as long as you don't appear in front of me again.

He accepted Xuanying's child as his disciple, are you sure he has no other ideas?

Senior brother Xuanzhu kept his promise the most. If he hadn't deliberately concealed it for more than 700 years, the news that he died in the catastrophe would have been overturned long ago.He didn't do that, and he didn't take action against me who was in the Mahayana period. He still has feelings for me.

Don't be too sentimental, Xuan Zhu is the most cunning person, isn't he responsible for your current tragedy?

How long have you been in the late Mahayana?He was supposed to cross the catastrophe, he was supposed to become an immortal, but because he has been unable to get over the demonic barrier in his heart, why not take advantage of the situation and come to my demonic way, it is not very pleasant.

Come on, Xuan Huai, come on.

do not talk!do not talk!do not talk!do not talk!do not talk!

For hundreds of years, because of certain things, some people's mood fluctuated violently again, and black shadows gradually emerged in the Zifu Nascent Soul, once again turning into a terrifying beast that seemed to devour him.

This time the shadow was menacing, more ferocious than ever, and more tempting than ever, making him want to try to take that step.

Cold sweat condensed from Xuan Huai's forehead, but his expression was still cold as usual, without even a ripple.

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Xuan Zhu felt something was wrong with Xuan Huai from the familiar breath.

But he is no longer the senior brother of the other party, so it has nothing to do with him if the other party has any problems. I just hope that he knows his current hidden state and understands that he has kept his promise.

As for meeting Wen Qingmo and accepting him as an apprentice, that had nothing to do with the promise, it was just that he did what he wanted to do.

On a river in the night, a large ship hung with red lanterns appeared in Xuan Zhu's field of vision.

Xuanzhu withdrew his thoughts, slowly slowed down Yujian's speed, approached the ground, and landed.

Wen Qingmo seemed to realize that he had fallen to the ground, and at the same time he woke up, rubbing his eyes: "Master?"

Xuan Zhu said: "Qing Mo, we are here."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly wrapped his voice with mana, allowing the voice to be transmitted to the opposite boat: "Heavenly King Gedihu, Pagoda Town River Demon [1]."

In less than a moment, a woman in a red shirt floated out from the bow of the boat, and the voice came before the person arrived: "Why are you blushing?"

Xuan Zhu's voice also unconsciously carried a smile: "Rejuvenate!"

"Why is it yellow again?"

"Cold proof, waxed!"

After Xuan Zhu answered the last sentence, the graceful woman walked towards them with a smile, holding a lantern.

The evening wind in this northwestern place was bitingly cold, Xuanzhu also took care of Wen Qingmo's current body, and cast a windproof formula around him early in the morning.Even so, Wen Qingmo still leaned against Xuan Zhu's side, and Xuan Zhu let him go, still hugging him with his wide sleeves.

He looked at the woman's face which was clearly reflected by the lantern.

If Xuan Zhu's appearance is a beauty beyond the mundane world, then this woman's beauty is as gorgeous as peaches and plums, just like a smile now can make people intoxicated like drinking the best wine in the world.

The woman's gaze shifted from Xuan Zhu's body to Wen Qingmo's face, before Xuan Zhu could speak, she suddenly changed her face, startled and complained: "Xuan Zhu, return my pain and tears when I was rejected by you." , What did you say that you are determined not to get married in this life, and even the child is so old!"

Xuan Zhu looked confused, what is this?

The author has something to say: [1]: Taking Tiger Mountain out of wisdom

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Hei Ren became the biggest winner in this chapter.

Hei Ren wagged his tail: Roar~

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Small Theater (Wen Qing silently interspersed later):

Wen Qingmo: Master, do you think you did it on purpose?

Xuan Zhu:? ? ?

Wen Qingmo: I know Master, you must have done it on purpose.

Xuanzhu OS: What exactly is this kid talking about? Could it be a generation gap of hundreds of years... It seems that I need to buy a youth parenting manual.

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