The whole family is full of evil disciples, Master, don't panic, your disciples are here

After listening to Cui Yunshen's description, Ji Xiuzhu instantly had a picture in his mind.

A truly beautiful girl!

Mo Yunyu looked at this group of people with ill intentions, and his eyes became increasingly cold.

He gripped the sword tighter, ready to deal with this group of ants that could be killed in the blink of an eye at any time.

After hearing the noise, Ji Xiuzhu was afraid that if he wanted to go over today, he would have to fight.

So, she reached out and gently patted the eagle's neck, and said softly: "Brother Eagle, let's step back a little. Mo Lao Er is about to get mad. We must not let him get hurt."

After listening to Ji Xiuzhu's words, the eagle flapped its wings and retreated a distance without any hesitation, as if what Ji Xiuzhu said was a serious request.

Seeing that his master had retreated, Cui Yunshen thought it was inappropriate for him to stand there, so he hurriedly retreated with Ji Xiuzhu.

Then he flew to Ji Xiuzhu on his sword, firstly to protect her safety, and secondly, to learn a few moves from his second senior brother.

After all, his second senior brother is really awesome!

The woman on the opposite side saw Ji Xiuzhu and Cui Yunshen retreating, and Mo Yunyu not attacking them, so she naturally thought that they were scared, so she shouted at them even more arrogantly: "You bunch of monsters, you dare to trespass into my Yunxian Purple Mansion? Many of my fellow apprentices are here, why don't you surrender!"

Mo Yunyu's originally expressionless face instantly curled into a chilling sneer after hearing the woman's arrogant words. Then, the long sword in his hand emitted a stronger red light as the black energy under his hand grew stronger.

Immediately afterwards, he was seen flashing and rushing towards the people who were blocking the way like a ghost.

There were flashes of sword light and interlaced sword shadows. In a moment, the group of people, led by the woman, were forced to retreat repeatedly by Mo Yunyu.

Everyone in Yunxian Zifu had never seen such a powerful opponent before, and they turned pale with fright.

Just as Mo Yunyu kicked the mastermind away and was about to draw his sword to finish him off, an old voice came from the mountain: "Daoyou, stop! Show mercy!"

As the voice fell, a spiritual power filled with merit surged from the top of the mountain and poured towards Mo Yunyu.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Yunyu raised his sword to block, but the spiritual power was so strong that he was unable to resist it and was shocked and retreated repeatedly.

It was Ji Xiuzhu who waved his hand, and the wind from his palm swept past to disperse the spiritual power, and then he was able to stabilize him.

After Mo Yunyu steadied himself, he looked at Ji Xiuzhu in surprise for a moment, then turned back with a gloomy expression.

When he looked up at the top of the mountain again, there was a sense of hostility in his eyes.

"My fellow Daoist, the younger generations are sparring with each other. It would be unworthy of us to intervene so rashly!"

After Ji Xiuzhu finished speaking, he stood up from Brother Diao's back, steadied his body, and with a flash, he turned into a gust of breeze and headed straight for the top of Yunxian Zifu Mountain.

Upon seeing this, everyone in Yunxian Zifu lowered their heads and dared not make any sound.

Even the woman who took the lead in scolding Ji Xiuzhu and his two disciples pretended to be mute at this time.

Here, after Ji Xiuzhu arrived at the top of the mountain, he heard the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers, and the air was filled with refreshing scents.

But this fragrance instantly brought Ji Xiuzhu back to his memories.

That was when she was in Zhicao City, she had fought with the banished immortal and was knocked into a deep pit. She had smelled this fragrance before.

Not only that, if Mo Yunyu were here at this moment, he would also be surprised.

After all, they also smelled this smell at that time.

Ji Xiuzhu reached the top of the mountain, then followed the scent and began to grope his way forward.

She didn't stop until she came to a stone gate.

Ji Xiuzhu raised his hand and touched the stone door in front of him, only to find that it was unusually damp and had some moss growing on it.

When Ji Xiuzhu touched the moss, he did not find it strange. After all, there was a waterfall hanging from the sky outside the stone gate. It was not surprising that it would be so damp that moss would grow.

"Little Taoist friend, since you are here, come in, sit down, drink some tea, and chat."

The old voice sounded again, and immediately following it, the stone door in front of Ji Xiuzhu was slowly opening to both sides at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When Ji Xiuzhu heard the sound of the stone door, she knew that the person inside had opened the door for her, so she stepped in without thinking.

After entering the stone gate, Ji Xiuzhu came to a path paved with pebbles but surrounded by smoke.

Following the path forward, Ji Xiuzhu soon arrived at a pavilion.

There is a tea table in the pavilion, and on it are all the necessary tea sets.

There were two cushions on both sides of the tea table. A white-haired old man was sitting on one of them, while the cushion opposite the old man was empty, as if it was specially prepared for Ji Xiuzhu.

Ji Xiuzhu came up to him and stared at the old man with lifeless eyes.

Although her eyes are invisible, since they are on her face, it is reasonable for her to use them to intimidate others!

When the old man saw her like this, he just thought it was funny and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"You obviously can't see, but you still pretend that you can see. Don't you feel tired? If you want to scare me, with your cultivation level, it would be easy to crush me to death. Why bother?"

After the old man finished speaking, he slowly poured Ji Xiuzhu a cup of tea, then placed it on the table opposite him. He raised his hand and made a "please" gesture, and then said no more.

Ji Xiuzhu couldn't hear any sound and could only listen with a frown.

But the old man didn't make any sound, which made Ji Xiuzhu a little annoyed.

Fortunately, the tea in front of her was steaming, and with her still sensitive sense of smell, she understood the old man's intention.

Then, she just flicked her sleeves and sat down on the cushion.

"Old man, tell me, why did you go to so much trouble to bring me to Shenzhou Continent for seven years?"

Ji Xiuzhu went straight to the point and didn't feel anything was wrong.

But after hearing Ji Xiuzhu's words, the old man was slightly shocked, but then his expression returned to normal.

The old man knew that Ji Xiuzhu would ask sooner or later, but he didn't expect this guy to come so close and start talking. He was forced to get to the point before he could even say the opening words he had prepared. This was really too fast.

So the old man picked up the teacup in front of him and started sipping the tea, without caring about Ji Xiuzhu's mood at all.

Listening to the sound of the old man sipping tea, Ji Xiuzhu couldn't help but shook his head helplessly. Then he picked up the teacup in front of him and began to sip the tea slowly, imitating the old man.

For a moment, the two people in the pavilion were silent. All around them was silent. A frog flew by, and the friction between the soles of its feet and the ground could be clearly heard.

No one knew how long the two men remained in this stalemate. Only after the tea was finished did the old man wave his hand to add more fire to continue boiling the tea.

At this time, Ji Xiuzhu also put down the teacup, then leaned his hands on the table, supported his chin, and stared at the old man without blinking.

The old man was stared at by her. Although he knew that Ji Xiuzhu had poor eyesight, those eyes seemed to have magic. After looking at each other for a long time, the old man always felt a little guilty.

So the old man who lost his temper first was the first to compromise and said, "Little Taoist friend, you are really patient."

Ji Xiuzhu moved his ears, but remained in the same position.

She said, “Why did the design call me?”

The words are concise and the meaning is clear, without any drag or beating around the bush.

The old man was stunned when he heard this, then he smiled awkwardly: "Hehe, how can the affairs of cultivators be called designs? Daoist friend, you are too serious."