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After a while of jumping around, Lu Mengji finally picked him up from Siguo Cliff.

The Sky Mirror was tucked into his sleeve, and the mountain-protecting sword array let it go silently wherever it passed.

"What are you thinking about?" Lu Mengji leaned his head over and asked in a low voice.

"Qingjue." Mu Fan replied, thinking slightly between his brows.

Lu Mengji's eyes darkened: "I'll handle this matter. He has many methods and secretly works, but he hides in Moshan and dare not come out. Just go find him."

Mu Fan shook his head: "I was wondering what exactly he wanted."

Lu Mengji frowned.

"First is the Sutra Pavilion, then Yuxu Pharmaceutical Industry, and then the Zongmen." Mu Fan pondered: "Among them, he lost a total of eight Golden Core cultivators. How many orcs does Qing Jue have under his command?"

"There are nearly a thousand orcs in the Moshan clan," Lu Mengji said, "Over the past 500 years, the annexed tribe has more than two thousand people, and all of them were used as slaves."

Mu Fan pondered for a while, and subtracted the eight people who were lost: "Red Silk Star Base, since there are still Nascent Soul Late Stages, the remaining resources can only support six Golden Core Late Stages at most. So where is his trump card?"

"Hole card?" Lu Mengji paused, as if thinking of something.

"Qingjue's method is to plan and then act." Mu Fan said slowly: "It was supposed to be a deadly situation back then, but he escaped from it because of the seizure of the Sutra Pavilion. After entering the game 500 years later, he It is impossible to be more reckless than 500 years ago—unless, the damaged golden core is all in his calculations."

"A hole card that can only be used by giving up all the cards must not be common sense."

The two people's eyes met, and they both knew the other's inference for a moment.

Lu Mengji said: "In Pandora's northern area, the cultivation base is suppressed by the disordered magnetic field, and the cultivators are no different from ordinary people. If his purpose is to lure us there, he will not care about the life and death of the eight Golden Core monks. "

"His hole card is in the forbidden zone."

The two walked from the cliff of Jianfeng to the foot of the mountain, and Lu Mengji put away the paper umbrella to block the snow.Between the two of them, only his shoulder holding the umbrella was slightly wet from the falling snow.

Not far away, there was another group of Yuxu disciples whispering.

——"Why is this guy so close to Elder Mu?"

——"Under the guise of holding an umbrella, I can rub Elder Mu's immortal energy!!!"

——"Isn't this umbrella the Love Umbrella placed on the Sword Discourse Arena? It's for new disciples who haven't drawn their energy into their bodies. This guy is in the late stage of Nascent Soul! Shameless! Elder Lu stole the umbrella! !!"

Lu Mengji raised his eyebrows slightly, and approached Mu Fan intentionally or unintentionally.

Mu Fan had a half-smile, and her eyes fell on Lu Mengji's shoulders that were wet by the snow. The snow melted on the dark high-quality coat, and there were a little faint water marks.

Lu Mengji tilted his head slightly, saw the young man was looking at his left shoulder, then raised his head to look at him again, his heart was itchy as if being scratched by a paw pad.

He cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "It's been 600 years, but the style of this umbrella hasn't changed."

It's just that the person holding the umbrella has changed.

Jianfeng has always been clean, when Mu Fan came out to walk cats, they were the only ones on the whole mountain.Mu Fan held an umbrella, and became a touch of warmth in the ice and snow.

Probably Mengji's cubs were all bears. Lu Mengji dangled from the handle of the umbrella for a while, squatted on the umbrella cover for a while, and came down to have fun with a meow, and there were rows of plum blossom paw prints in the snow.When he was tired from playing, Lu Mengji would find another place to rub his paws in Jingxue, and jump into Mu Fan's arms again.

It's cold to cool a ball of cats, but it can be very hot again by patting and patting.

Thinking of this, Lu Mengji couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

At the time, it was only common.

That's because he also thought he was a civet. Who knew that when it grows up, it seems to be inflated, and once it expands, it can't shrink back.

Seeing that the group of disciples were still clamoring, Lu Mengji slowly turned his head away. In the dense forest, all the disciples scattered like birds and beasts the moment he lifted the elder's jade slip.

Deep in the jungle.

The disciple who took the lead just now looked frustrated: "Senior Brother Qin, this devil can do whatever he wants with his status as an elder, this, this can't be done..."

Qin Shendu sneered in a low voice, and silently wiped the saber in his hand: "Just watch."

"!!Brother, don't be impulsive, speak up if you have something to say," the disciple was stunned for a moment, and quickly stepped forward to hug Qin Shen's hand wiping his sword alone: ​​"We can't beat him together—"

Qin Shendu was choked by one mouthful, and his face flushed, but that junior brother was also a foundation builder, so he couldn't stop him no matter what: "Let go! When did I say I was going to kill him? To deal with Lu Mengji, we can only Outsmart."

He took a breath, and then said slowly: "Conquer the strong with softness, and defeat the strong with the weak."

"Wait a while after the meeting is over, bring me Junior Brother Shen Yan."

Halfway up Jianfeng Peak, in the Sutra Pavilion, the suzerain and the law enforcement elders finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Mu Fan had returned unharmed.

"Let's begin." The suzerain said.

The light in the Sutra Pavilion was dim, as if sensing Mu Fan's aura, the soul lamp that had been safely floating in the attic gathered silently towards him.With a touch of warmth, the soul fire dispelled the coldness of the frost and snow that the two of them had walked along the way.

The suzerain seemed to be aware of it, and raised his head slightly.

Sure enough, the few soul lamps that floated over were all tied with red strings.

Even though she has re-entered the six realms of reincarnation, she is very close to Junior Brother Mu.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Those who knew about what happened back then let go and left, but someone had to stay.What Junior Brother Mu shouldered was much more than he thought.

The Dharma Door that activates the Mirror of Heaven is being stored in a jade box. It has memorized disciples for the Tianshui Sword Pavilion. Lu Mengji knows everything in the Sutra-Depository Pavilion like the back of his hand, and the Dharma Jue is still memorized by heart.

However, in order to ensure everything was safe, he still focused on reflecting it again, and then nodded to Mu Fan: "The Zhengjing mirror enters the sea of ​​consciousness to explore the spirit and seek the truth, and there will be slight discomfort."

Mu Fan: "No problem."

Lu Mengji said, "I'll let it protect you."

Who?

Not only the chiefs of the various peaks gathered in the Sutra Pavilion, but even the suzerain and law enforcement elders all looked blank.

When the mirror was activated, a white figure suddenly appeared in the darkness, standing beside Mu Fan, howling in the direction of the mirror.

Even though it was only half a person tall, no one dared to meet its gaze for a while.

——Its shape is like a leopard, and its body is white. The pupils are almost invisible in the slender phoenix eyes. The green light has an edge like inorganic matter, which is as intimidating as the sharp front claws.

It was Lu Mengji's demon baby.

In the sky-gazing mirror, driven by the powerful spiritual power of the landing dream machine, the light on the originally empty mirror flowed, and then gathered into a spiritual flow, piercing straight towards Mu Fan.

The nearest law enforcement elder frowned, but there was a burst of cursing in his heart-looking at this posture, not only would he feel slightly uncomfortable, even the Golden Core of Consciousness Sea would be agitated by this proof mirror!

However, when the spirit flow was about to penetrate, the demon baby who was protecting Mu Fan let out a loud roar, and the dull roar shook the entire scripture storage pavilion, and the flying ash on the wooden frame fell down .Jiantianjing didn't expect to be intimidated, so he shuddered suddenly, and when he probed in again, his momentum had dropped sharply.Unexpectedly, the white leopard was still dissatisfied, and stretched out its claws to slap the mirror.

When did the old antiques that have been handed down for tens of thousands of years have been treated like masters? In the past, if Jiange disciples wanted to be rehabilitated, they would all carefully coax and hold this heavenly magic weapon, for fear of rebelling against the temper of this holy mirror and not being rehabilitated.The beast in front of him—

Jian Tianjing was about to shake the white leopard's paw away, but after a breath, he dodged in a hurry.

This leopard is actually at the peak of the Nascent Soul!

Although the celestial magic weapon has not yet developed its spiritual intelligence, it also knows how to avoid the key points.Jian Tianjing didn't dare to mistake the demon baby's sharpness lightly, so he followed Lu Mengji's instructions and stalked into Mu Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, not daring to go on the rampage at all.

In the Sutra Pavilion, everyone finally breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the white leopard with a little more awe.

The next moment, the scene gathered on the mirror attracted attention again——

Even the suzerain was breathless.

500 years ago, the main hall of Tianshui Jiange.

The ever-burning lights reflected on the window sash, and outside the window was the dark winter night.

The light in the mirror was grayish white and cold, Mu Fan was bound by the fairy rope, and under the ever-burning lamp, the dagger as black as ink cast a hideous reflection on his wrist.The middle-aged Taoist holding the dagger was the same Luo Sangzi whom the suzerain had seen before.

And Qingjue was standing beside him: "Once the barrier method is completed, congratulations to senior brother for breaking through Nascent Soul."

Luo Sangzi smiled lowly: "I can't reach Yuanying. Junior brother Mu repaired the broken alchemy again, and his cultivation base has lost a lot, so he can only use the disciples of the outer sect to pay for it."

Mu Fan, who was silent at first, suddenly scolded: "Luosangzi!"

Mu Fan suddenly made a sound in the silence, and Luo Sangzi's right hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.Through Luosangzi's shoulder, where he couldn't see, Qingjue's smile was obviously contemptuous.When he spoke, his tone was sweet and greasy: "Junior Brother Mu, they died because of you. Who taught you that your cultivation is not enough?"

Mu Fan sneered.

In the hall, the silence was restored until it was broken by someone.

Holding the sword, Yichen broke through the door.

"How dare you—"

"Yichen, be sensible, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless."

"The Tianshui Sword Pavilion is dignified and upright with a ten thousand year foundation—"

"It's funny, where do you think Master's cultivation comes from? Yichen," Qingjue said slowly, "Have you seen these two daggers? This evil thing that carries the plum blossom barrier is the real foundation of Jiange .”

In the sky-gazing mirror, the light turned inadvertently.

Outside the Mirror of Heaven, the angry-looking people in the Sutra Pavilion seemed to be hit hard at this moment.

Originally wondering why Elder Mu hadn't mentioned this past event, but now they all let out a long sigh in their hearts.It turned out that Qing Jue was not the only one.This person is not the only one involved behind the plum blossom barrier.

Jian Tianjing rummaged through Mu Fan's sea of ​​consciousness, and the forgotten memories appeared on the mirror like fleeting shadows, but every scene was like a sharp knife, cutting apart the past.Yichen, who was restrained by Luosangzi, the Sword Discourse Arena, which was stained red by plum blood, Luosangzi who "accidentally" went wrong when he was performing an obstacle, and Qingjue who finally reaped the rewards.

The mirror finally stopped at one place.

"Have you figured it out, Junior Brother Yichen?" Qing Jue asked.

Yichen was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

"So, how do you convince me?"

Yichen opened his wrist silently, and Qingjue handed the dagger to his hand with a chuckle. Because Yichen was restrained by the binding rope, his expression was not wary.

Yichen turned his head, without even a trace of hesitation in his eyes, the dagger pierced straight into the artery of Mu Fan's wrist. The young man who had been detained by Qingjue for three days had already been tortured beyond human form. One sound.

"That's great." Qing Jue no longer doubted, and took back the dagger from Yichen sideways, and hit him with a magic circle: "Go out. From now on, there will only be three of the four sons of Tianshui."

In the mirror, the originally clear picture gradually blurred, indicating that everything was about to settle down.

Outside the mirror, the Sovereign nodded slightly, knowing the ending of the story.

Yichen quickly changed the dagger the moment he turned his back just now.

"No wonder, Junior Brother Mu insists on protecting Taoist Priest Yichen's reincarnation."

In the main hall, there were finally only two people left.The main hall seemed to be Qingjue's last altar, the celestial cords on Mu Fan's body were untied, and the blood was sucked in along the blood groove, gathering into the formation under his feet.The blinded young man's eyes were closed, and he apparently lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss.Qing Jue's face was even more joyful, but the moment before the barrier was completed, the smile suddenly froze.

Between the ribs, the cold blade was like electricity, piercing into the heart in an instant.

"Mu Fan—" He squinted his eyes, breathed rapidly, and looked in a daze for a moment: "How could it be—"

The young man who was originally unconscious now had a clear expression, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and in his hand was the dagger that Yichen had secretly replaced just now.He refused to say another word to Qing Jue, his eyes were icy cold.

The blood all over the ground boiled like fire because of the barrier in Mu Fan's hand.

The magic circle reversed, and Qing Jue was still waiting to resist, but he felt that his cultivation base was continuously being sucked away.

The last plum blossom barrier is finally completed.

The Sky Mirror came to an abrupt end.