The father Qin who came back from the dead [Jian San]

A plate containing a few small snacks arrived at hand quickly, and Mu Changge reached out to take it, without paying any attention to the heartbroken Bu Linchen.

Or maybe he noticed it, but just didn't bother to pay attention.

If you have the ability to show off, you have the ability to explain it to Chang Ge, what kind of a hero is he who dare not say anything?

While walking, complaining, Zhuo Xinghe was sitting on the side, Bu Linchen only dared to say a few words in his heart, he didn't dare to do anything if he was really asked, those two finally got together, he only went out of his mind make trouble.

After falling in love with such a dull person, he didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune. He should go and see if there is anything that Mr. Mu hadn't found before.

While the current Changge is still like a blank sheet of paper, how can he be worthy of his previous care if he doesn't bully him a lot?

As a top medical practitioner in the human world, how could he not master the basic skill of making medicine into pills, just to see Mu Changge's frowning expression when he didn't want to drink but had to drink.

In the past, all of Ah Qing's emotions were covered under a smile, and they had never seen him show his emotions so clearly.

However, I didn't realize that Zhuo Xinghe was so scheming before. Instead of revealing the news to Changge, he took this opportunity to benefit himself.

The world is down!

Bu Linchen and Zhuo Xinghe met through Mu Qing, and after Mu Qing was struck by lightning, they only contacted occasionally, but their friendship has not been shallow over the years.

However, this still doesn't allow Bu Linchen to ignore the feeling in his heart that their good cabbage has been crushed.

On the one hand, he hoped that Zhuo Xinghe would get his wish as soon as possible, and on the other hand, he didn't want his close friend to become someone else's family. After thinking about it, he didn't think of anything, but realized that even if he had opinions, it was useless.

Whether the two of them are okay... is not something he can control.

It's really heartbreaking.

Watching Bu Linchen leave, Mu Changge didn't pay attention to the look in his eyes just now, and finished the small snacks on the plate in two or three mouthfuls. The bitterness in his mouth was suppressed by the sweet taste, and his mood improved a lot. few.

Zhuo Xinghe is not a person who is good at words, so he can only be more careful in his actions, not daring to let people out of sight, for fear that something will happen.

"It's made of jade dew flowers and lotus roots from the lake in the valley outside. Xiangbo's craftsmanship is very good."

After saying a word, Zhuo Xinghe closed his mouth again, and Mu Changge raised his eyebrows, "Is there a lake near here?"

Consciously putting away Singer Mu Chang's empty plate, Zhuo Xinghe stretched out his hand to the person whose face was obviously much better than the previous few days, "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

As soon as his eyes lit up, Mu Changge immediately looked up, this is the correct way to open a friend!

Carrying the piano behind his back, Mu Changge, who was ready to go, was eager to try it out. Now that his health bar hasn't dropped, it's a pity that he didn't take the medicine just now.

There are restless factors in his bones. Mu Changge was born without knowing how to write the word "anfen". On the surface, Jiyue looks like a beautiful person, but his temper is a thousand miles away from the outside.

Knowing this person's hidden temperament, a smile flashed in Zhuo Xinghe's eyes, the long sword on his back buzzed, and in a moment it turned into a stream of light and appeared at his feet.

There are not many demon cultivators in Hanminggang, but all of them are not low.

It was not without benefits to be wiped out once before. Hanminggang was indeed the stronghold of evil cultivators before. Those who practiced here were either infected with bad habits or killed. After being cleaned up once, it is more reassuring.

At least you don't have to worry about being hit with a sap by a guy who looks like a human but who doesn't know where he is.

Bringing Mu Changge out, Zhuo Xinghe was not without consideration. Firstly, he is sure to protect this person now, and secondly, the entire Hanminggang is within the scope of the old tree's spiritual consciousness, and it is impossible for him to let him go. People have the chance of accidents.

Compared with Hanminggang a hundred years ago, the current Hanminggang has changed by more than 01:30.

He was no longer the youthful young man who didn't understand anything. When he was in Jianzong, the senior brother would not hide anything from him. After a hundred years, no one could have imagined how far Zhuo Xinghe has grown.

However, Mu Changge couldn't understand these things, and he didn't want to know so much. Zhuo Xinghe and Bu Linchen were both his friends, and knowing this was enough.

Zhuo Xinghe's saber is called Jiji, forged with the essence of black iron, absorbing seventy-seven and forty-nine days of extreme sun and sky fire, and adding countless treasures of genius to the end, it is the sword that Zhuo Xinghe's master, Master Li Yang, is most proud of .

In addition to its great power, it also has another characteristic, that is—ugliness!

After reaching the destination, the sword body changed back to its original shape again. After a buzzing sound, Zu Ji circled in the sky, and then obediently returned to the scabbard on Zhuo Xinghe's back.

As a caring sword spirit, he must not hold back his master.

With his feet on the ground again, Mu Changge breathed a sigh of relief, and walked on the ground with confidence, knowing that he would not fall and not being nervous were two different things. Fortunately, he was not afraid of heights, otherwise he would probably have just lay down on the ground now .

Standing still outside the valley, Zhuo Xinghe turned his head to look at Mu Changge and reminded, "This place is barren and inaccessible, and the remaining demon cultivators are all grumpy people, so don't take it lightly."

The demon cultivators who had been brought out and taught a lesson in advance watched Zhuo Xinghe speak nonsense with his eyes open, silently swallowed a mouthful of old blood, and then helped each other go to the barrier to complain to the old tree master.

This brat Zhuo Xinghe is really shameless. After thinking about the two-person world, he can just talk directly. What else can he fight? The monsters in Hanminggang are different from the muscular guys outside. They are quality monsters!

After all, they couldn't beat them. After looking at each other, the demon cultivators sighed, and then they all changed targets at the barrier.

Those who are looking for Mu Leng look for Mu Leng, those who are looking for Yanyun look for Yanyun, anyway, no one dares to look for the old tree master.

Going to the old tree master for such a small matter, they are too indiscriminate. The monsters in Hanminggang have to look like the monsters of Hanminggang, what does it look like to sue secretly.

Actually... the old tree master looks good-tempered, but that's just what he looks like.

Which of the monsters in Hanminggang has not been beaten by the old tree master?

Having no idea about aura, Mu Changge nodded, saying that he remembered it, and he knew the truth of hiding when he saw a red name that he couldn't beat.

"Why is Xinghe so familiar with this place?" Following behind Zhuo Xinghe, Mu Changge looked at the surrounding scenery and asked inadvertently.

After a pause in his footsteps, Zhuo Xinghe flicked his sleeves, his face was calm as if Mu Changge was only asking the question "Have you eaten in the morning?"

Nodding his head, his attention had already been attracted by the sparkling light in the valley, and Mu Changge didn't pay attention to this issue any more. Seeing that he had already squatted down to look at the wilting spiritual grass by the lake because of the thin spiritual energy, Zhuo Xinghe Only then did the tense body relax.

Why he was so familiar with Han Minggang, it was naturally because he was trapped here when he went mad, until Han Minggang was razed to the ground by those self-proclaimed righteous monks, and he was taken back to Nanming Mountain by the senior brother who was in charge when he almost died.

Ah Qing, who is full of righteousness, will definitely not have any good ideas when he sees evil cultivators. Even though he has no memory of being in Wanfazong, Zhuo Xinghe still dare not take this risk.

He couldn't afford to bet on finally getting this person back to him again.

Now the inner demon is still not eliminated, if this person knows that the person around him is no longer the righteous swordsman, how should he think?

"Xinghe, can some of the spiritual grass here be picked back?" Mu Changge, who was squatting on the ground, looked up at Zhuo Xinghe, his eyes flickered, and he couldn't help it when he saw the plants and stones that could be collected. This was probably a problem. .

However, Mu Changge, who didn't want to change, waved the small shovel that he didn't know when he took it out in his hand, smiling with crooked brows, and I have to say that going out for a walk really makes people feel happy physically and mentally.

There was still no unnecessary expression on his face, but the eyes filled with tenderness completely betrayed Zhuo Xinghe's heart, "Yes."

Looking at the wilting spirit grass that seemed to be dying, Zhuo Xinghe pursed his lips, but finally said nothing.

The former Hanminggang was not like this. The aura here is no worse than that of Chiyun Mountain. It's just that the spirit veins here were taken away later, so it became more and more desolate.

Skillfully dug out the spirit grass, Mu Changge shook his hands, "There seem to be a few more over there, just right, take them back to Yinxi today."

What are you doing for Yinxi?

Of course I ate it!

Seeing that Mu Changge had the idea of ​​taking all the few spiritual grasses, Zhuo Xinghe couldn't help but chuckle, Chi Yan... doesn't eat grass.

It was almost possible to imagine Yinxi grazing grass with a bitter face and Yanyun daring to speak out, Zhuo Xinghe shook his head and stood in line decisively.

As long as Changge is happy, as for that little Chi Yan... being a deer is not bad.

Sowing some seeds by the lake, Mu Changge put away the small shovel and looked at the wind blowing past the lake with an unusual mood, then turned to look at Zhuo Xinghe, "Are you leaving?"

Zhuo Xinghe would not come out with him out of nowhere, but since he came out, there must be a reason.

As I said before, he is not from Hanminggang, so naturally he can't stay here forever.

After trying to understand the twists and turns, Mu Changge looked at Zhuo Xinghe, who stood there with few words and few words like a sword with a restrained edge, and felt that his guess was almost inseparable.

Holding a sword flower in his hand, Zhuo Xinghe looked at Mu Changge firmly, "There are some things that need to be dealt with, so don't worry."

He didn't want to be separated from Changge, but he was even more afraid that Changge would go to Wanfazong with him.

When the words fell to the ground, Mu Changge smiled, "With your cultivation, do we need to worry?"

Mu Changge himself is at the full level, but there is nothing wrong with this level, after all, you can't expect a milk song to fight.

Although I don't know what a full level is in this world, Mu Changge knows that Zhuo Xinghe, who is already in the Mahayana stage, can definitely belong to a crab when he goes out.

Not worried about Zhuo Xinghe's safety, Mu Changge plucked his hair and asked habitually, "When will you return?"

A little bit of light rose from his eyes, and the corners of his lips curled up. Zhuo Xinghe's heart trembled violently, and then there was a surge of heat, which was very warm and comfortable.

But, but then, the smile on the corner of Zhuo Xinghe's mouth was withdrawn, thinking about the things he was about to do, and thinking about Mu Changge's superficially close but still separated attitude these days, he sighed again in his heart tone.

"Come back when things are done."

Isn't that the same as saying nothing!