I just planted a demon on the saint, how can I become a villain?

When the clouds come out of Xiu, the light slantly falls from the clouds, and the precipitous Misty Peak seems to be coated with a layer of gold, which is majestic and unique.

Mu Qingyin walked up the mountain along the path.

After a while, they came to the top of the mountain.

Covered by clouds and mist, it is hazy and indistinct, a simple thatched hut reveals a little blue daisy in the thin white mist.

Surrounded by a forest of peach trees, gurgling streams gather at the edge of the cliff to form a Wangqing pool, weeping willows beside the pool, the breeze comes slowly, rippling fresh water vapor, refreshing.

Mu Qingyin felt that her mood had opened up a bit.

In terms of residence, Master Baihu is somewhat similar to his master.

The only difference is that this place looks peaceful and peaceful, but there are hidden murderous intentions everywhere. If you wander around without permission, you may be caught in the killing circle and it will be difficult to get out.

Mu Qingyin still clearly remembered that many years ago, there was an elder who didn't get permission and started to wander around Misty Peak ostentatiously relying on his strength.

In the end, he accidentally touched the Four Elephant Demon Subduing Formation, and he was pressed to the ground and dealt with severely. If the Great Elder hadn't made a move, that elder would have lost a layer of skin even if he didn't die...

"Uncle Baihu, Mu Qingyin is asking to see you."

Mu Qingyin moved her lotus steps lightly, stood in front of the thatched cottage, gave a salute and said.

Be quiet, everything is business as usual.

After a while,

The door of the thatched cottage opened slowly and automatically.

Only then did Mu Qingyin take light steps and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a white-haired woman sitting cross-legged on the altar in front of him.

The woman seems to have not escaped from the state of cultivation, her beautiful eyes are still slightly closed, brilliance flows around her body, a mysterious and unpredictable aura pervades, and the white tiger magic phase condenses behind her, exuding terrifying power.

An elegant and plain white dress wraps a graceful body, the perfect curves can be seen at a glance, and the long legs as white as jade are intertwined, which is more dazzling than the shining holy snow in the winter.

There is no makeup on the delicate face, and a pink nine-petal peach blossom (diàn) is dotted on the snowy forehead, exuding a suffocating beauty. Against the backdrop of the white tiger, it looks like a fairy above the nine heavens. In other words, it is unattainable.

This is a woman who is not inferior to Mu Qingyin in terms of appearance and temperament.

After Mu Qingyin came in, she didn't speak in a hurry, but stood quietly by the side, waiting for Master Baihu to finish his work completely.

Not long after, Mu Lengyan slowly opened his eyes, and the white tiger figure behind him gradually disappeared and melted into himself.

Only then did Mu Qingyin open her mouth slightly, and said softly, "Master, Master asked me to tell you a piece of news."

Mu Lengyan lightly blinked her clear eyes, which were as calm as a deep pool, and slightly stroked her long white hair, like snow lotuses blooming on an iceberg, and even the surrounding air seemed to become a little bit colder.

Different from Mu Qingyin's cold and indifferent temperament, Mu Lengyan is so cold that people dare not look directly at him, cold to the bone marrow, and full of murderous aura.

Mu Qingyin shook her head inwardly, I don't know how those elders dared to provoke Master Baihu......

Is it because Master Baihu hasn't come out for activities in these years, has he forgotten how scary she is...

Mu Lengyan only blinked his eyes to represent the response, he didn't speak, the water on his face was not happy, and there was no other expression.

Mu Qingyin naturally understood her uncle's temperament, so she continued:

"Yesterday, the elders of the Discussion Peak held a meeting. Several elders raised the issue that Misty Peak has no disciples. They wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the Holy Land Grand Competition to redistribute resources and divide up the ownership of Misty Peak."

When Mu Qingyin said this, Mu Lengyan's icy, crystal-like eyes faintly shone, and the chilling killing aura became more intense.

The whole thatched cottage seemed to be covered with a layer of frost and snow, and when winter came, the temperature dropped suddenly.

Mu Qingyin couldn't help being nervous for a moment, fearing that this Master Baihu would suddenly storm out and pick up his sword to deal with those elders.

"Uncle Baihu..." Mu Qingyin called softly, and continued: "But the attempts of those elders were blocked by the master, and the master asked me to tell you that before the start of the holy land competition, just find a disciple to pay The door is fine, so those elders will have no reason."

Mu Lengyan was stunned for a moment, the cold light in his eyes gradually subsided, then he nodded slightly, still remained silent, and looked at Mu Qingyin quietly.

After the words were conveyed, Mu Qingyin had completed the task, so she said softly, "Master, then I'll go back first."

Mu Lengyan nodded twice.

Mu Qingyin didn't stay long, and after another slight salute, she turned and left.

Only Mu Lengyan, who was sitting cross-legged on the altar, was left in the cottage.

The red lips were pursed slightly, the head was tilted, and the eyebrows were slightly raised, as if thinking about something.

The aloof and glamorous snowy face suddenly had a playful and naive look, which was quite a contrast.

Then she stood up, and stretched out her hand to randomly coil the three thousand white hairs into flowing clouds, revealing her crystal clear fair skin.

In the howling wind, a few pear blossoms fell, pure white without staining the clothes.

Mu Lengyan stepped lightly, turned into a rainbow light, and left Misty Peak, not knowing where he was going.

...........

Handyman Peak.

Small courtyard.

"Brother Qin Pastor, I'll go back first, and come to practice swords at night!"

Jiang Xian'er's face was full of energy, her big bright eyes looked at Liu Guang, and she waved her hands to Qin Mu with great interest.

After unremitting practice last night, she has mastered a lot of sword-holding postures and skills.

Brother Pastor Qin is right, true knowledge comes from practice.

These are things she would never know if she didn't practice.

"You don't need to practice every day. Cultivation pays attention to relaxation, and it's okay to relax properly." Qin Mu said with a dry cough.

Unlike Jiang Xian'er's vigor and vigor, Qin Mu's spirit seemed a little sluggish.

There was no way, he taught hard all night, and he didn't know how many brain cells and energy died.

With such a hard workload, it's normal to feel a little lethargic.