Really not a villain

While Mu Jiangling used all his spiritual power to activate the formula of swift movement, he was terrified: Why did such a remarkable person appear in Yucheng?No reason? ? ?

He suddenly remembered what the young monk in Cangwu Mountain said, "Zhongnan Qingyuntai has issued a wanted arrest to the entire cultivation world". Could it be that he was wanted because he was worth a lot of money, so he was worthy of being captured by senior brother Qingyuntai himself?

The startled glance under the silk curtain just now almost caused him to fall headlong downstairs.

Every time Mu Jiangling sees that very familiar, handsome and dignified face that doesn't deserve a beating, he will say "Bah" inwardly.

Because—if you want to fight, you can't fight.

Moreover——in a sense, this elder brother is simple enough, so he can't bear to do it.

Furthermore, I heard that he has broken through to the realm of refining the void in one fell swoop, a whole realm higher than himself, if he doesn't leave, is he asking for trouble?

Mu Jiangling didn't run to the city gate, and didn't dare to run to the city gate. He turned around and ran into a small alley. He saw the back door of a house was about to be closed with his sharp eyes. He knocked out the terrified little girl behind the door, dragged her to the back of the woodpile, and squatted down, carefully restraining her breath.

The game of peek-a-boo can be exciting at times.

Especially when it is found and may be snapped off mercilessly.

But squatting behind the woodpile and waiting to the end is still boring.Mu Jiangling looked around, pulled out a grass stalk from the ground and put it in his mouth, while taking a look at the little girl's appearance.

Oh, he looks good, with delicate features.Is the makeup a bit heavy?

Why does the little girl have such a strong scent of makeup and powder?Mu Jiangling felt that something was wrong, so he poked his head out of the woodpile again, and looked at the main house which was quite far away.

You can vaguely see a large group of graceful Yingyingyanyans with beautiful make-up, as well as charming laughter and erotic tunes spread to the ears.

………………

Mu Jiangling retracted his head, speechless.

It's actually a place of fireworks.

In a way, good luck.

Suddenly he heard a urging voice from outside the wall: "Mu Jiangling."

Mu Jiangling hugged his head, thinking silently that I am not here.

"Don't think I can't see behind the woodpile."

"..."

Mu Jiangling sighed resignedly, stepped on the firewood pile and leaned on the top of the wall, and said hello to the immortal figure outside the wall: "Hey, Brother Meng, long time no see."

Meng Ting nodded deeply: "I haven't seen you for five years."

"Are you going to say in your next sentence, how did I end up in this situation?" Mu Jiangling waved his hands with a clear look, "You are still the same as before, it's really boring."

Meng Ting's hand holding the scabbard trembled, and said slowly: "Five years ago, you and Qingyuntai still had room for maneuver."

"Room for manoeuvre?" Mu Jiangling seemed to have heard something extremely funny, "That's just your wishful thinking. We never thought we could coexist peacefully with Qingyuntai."

"Why didn't you go to the Qingyun Terrace with me back then? Just explain clearly to Master..."

"Wait," Mu Jiangling interrupted, "I just want to ask you, is Zhao Wuwang dead?"

Meng Tingshen: "..."

"Look, you don't talk anymore." Mu Jiangling's mood faded, "You are a dignified senior brother of Qingyuntai, but you can't even deal with a piece of trash... It's alright, alright, I know you want to say again, what happened back then At that time, his status in Qingyuntai already made it difficult for you to attack."

After a pause, there was a bit of hatred for iron and steel: "You said that you have not made any progress after all these years, you are stupid, if you have not cultivated high, you would have been dragged down long ago. That fellow climbed smoothly and steadily all the way up, he talked nonsense when he saw people, he was slick as hell, if his cultivation base was higher, replacing you would be a sure thing."

Even though Meng Tingshen was very self-cultivated, he was a little annoyed when he was dismissed by such an unceremonious rebuke: "Will you follow me to Qingyun Terrace?"

Mu Jiangling's eyes widened: "I said Senior Brother Meng, don't you still think that when I arrive at Qingyun Terrace, Xuan Xichen will entertain me with nice words?"

"..."

Looking at his expression, Mu Jiangling didn't know what to say: "Do you want to see me in the ice prison, or do you want to go to the Abyss of No Return to pick up my corpse?"

Meng Ting was silent for a while, and then spit out a few words: "...I am here."

"Okay, okay, I understand." Mu Jiangling raised his hands as if surrendering, "When did you become the Immortal Master of Qingyun Terrace, I will definitely pay you a favor, and now I'll let you go."

Seeing that Mu Jiangling was about to disappear from the wall, Meng Ting drew his sword out of its sheath and shouted, "Where are you going?"

"You want to use force against me?!" Mu Jiangling was furious, "Your cultivation level is amazing! Meng Tingshen, don't bully me too much!"

With such a righteous roar, Meng Tingshen's foot that had just stepped on the wall became unsteady and almost slipped.After standing still and taking a look, Mu Jiangling had already run into the mansion in the distance and disappeared.

As soon as he chased to the door, he was stopped by a woman with heavy make-up, and the smell of makeup on his face suffocated him: "This young man is very handsome, he has a good face, he is not a regular visitor, why did he come in through the small door? Could it be that the tigress at home discovered it?"

"..." Meng Ting's complexion was not very good, "I'm here to find someone."

"Hey, I'm still looking for someone, isn't it good? Xiaohua and Xiaoying are here to accompany guests today..."

Meng Tingshen couldn't bear it any longer, shook off the woman's hand, and walked inside.Going around a few tables covered with light pink gauze curtains, I saw Mu Jiangling hiding at a table in the corner, chatting and laughing with several beautiful women.

"Mu Jiangling!"

With such a stern voice, Mu Jiangling spit out all the tea he just drank, terrified, ready to open the window at any time: "Didn't you never go into this kind of place?!"

Meng Tingshen: "A teacher's order is hard to break."

Mu Jiangling: "Believe it or not, I'll call out the window so that everyone in the city can come and see, Qingyuntai..."

A ray of sword light brushed his face and smashed the window lattice behind him.

Mu Jiangling knew that Meng Tingshen had been completely annoyed, so without saying a word, he jumped from the window to the street and ran all the way.

You can't control the sword in the city, that's only for ordinary monks, and it's not a restriction at all for senior brother Qingyuntai.

Meng Ting deeply locked his sword, his clothes were elegant, and his body was surrounded by spiritual power. He looked like a fairy, and the girls on the street screamed regardless of their appearance.

Finally, at the closed city gate, he nailed the sleeve of Mu Jiangling, who was climbing the wall, to the city wall with one sword.

Meng Ting walked slowly to the bottom of the city wall: "Come down."

Mu Jiangling: "You really closed the city gate! Despicable!"

Meng Tingshen: "Come down!"

Mu Jiangling: "If I don't come down, what can you do to me?!"

…………

He took a deep breath, put his two fingers together, and flung a sword light fiercely.

Mu Jiangling's sleeves were pinned, and he couldn't dodge in time. He spat out blood from the beating, and when he loosened his hand holding the stone, his sleeves tore and fell off with a stabbing sound.

"Cough cough cough..." Mu Jiangling fell to the ground, and the dust raised up choked him several times.

Meng Ting put his sword back into its sheath, and picked him up: "I'll take you back to Qingyuntai."

Mu Jiangling's face was full of dejection: "You really want to take me back to see me being hacked into pieces? There is some kind of friendship between us..."

Meng Ting said indifferently: "What friendship?"

"Uh..." Mu Jiangling was momentarily at a loss for words.

Like, maybe, maybe... a friendship that was rejected?Back then, Meng Tingshen suffered a lot of closed doors from him. Who made him think about how to bring himself back to Qingyuntai?But he didn't let his brothers go up and beat him up together, did he? ? ?After all, the people from Qingyuntai at that time should not even think about going out standing up when they came.

Meng Tingshen carried him all the way outside the city, threw him on the ground, and dropped a sword.

Mu Jiangling was dizzy from the fall, and took a closer look: "Huh? Why is my sword in your hand?"

"Someone asked me to bring it to you."

"Who?"

Mu Jiangling couldn't figure it out, if someone picked up his sword, instead of going to Qingyuntai to receive a reward or something, he would return it instead?Isn't that stupid?

"No comment."

Mu Jiangling got up, picked up the sword, sat cross-legged on the ground, raised his head and asked, "What do you want? Return the sword to me, so that I won't run away? Although you are already practicing Xu, but after all, you have just left the customs. The realm is unstable, after all, it’s just a little bit higher than me, and it’s fine if I try my best.”

"You don't have to go all out." Meng Tingshen drew out his sword slowly, "Catch me three moves, if you can catch it, I'll let you go."

"Oh?" Mu Jiangling's unscrupulous expression gradually calmed down, turning into awe-inspiring, "Is this the last bit of friendship?"

"good."

"You're very confident." Mu Jiangling stood up, "Are you so sure that I can't stand up to your three tricks?"

Meng Ting said succinctly: "The difference between returning to the void and refining the void is not only the difference in cultivation."

There is also the understanding of the Dao.

Just like you are proficient in doing four arithmetic operations, if someone gives you a linear algebra, what do you use to solve it?

Sure enough, Meng Tingshen didn't hold back, and beat himself with three moves until his mother didn't even recognize him.

Mu Jiangling staggered back, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, fighting against the remaining energy of the sword energy in the air.

"Don't be brave." Meng Ting drew his sword deeply, frowned and said, "You don't have the strength to let go of your energy anymore."

"You...shut up!" Mu Jiangling's eyes were reddish, he took a deep breath, and slashed hard, slashing away the trapped sword energy.

The aftermath of the sword energy exploded, and he was caught off guard. He didn't even make a sound, and was directly blasted into the lake behind him.The lake water splashed more than three feet high, and then fell back heavily. For a while, the water splashed into the sky, and the blue waves rolled.

Meng Ting's complexion changed: "Mu Jiangling!"

The turbulent lake gradually calmed down, and there was still no sign of Mu Jiangling.

In the distance, a black figure came walking like a leisurely stroll, approached, and said coldly, "Where's the person?"