The heinous crime of time travel

Mu Yunshen raised his eyebrows noncommittally, and dragged Xiao Yao into the room, but the latter was startled into a cold sweat.

One must know that collusion between the officialdom and the rivers and lakes is already a matter of convention, but it is different in the palace. The walls are hundreds of feet high, and there are nine rich families.

If Zhao Mingliang betrayed even the people closest to him, he would be truly a ruler but not a ruler.

No wonder the whole world was dissatisfied with Mr. Mu and drove him to death.

Xiao Yao pursed his lips, and thought that Mu Yun was afraid that only this secret was left, so he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

"Don't worry, don't worry, Mr. Mu is lucky enough to meet me, so it's not too bad." Xiao Yao suddenly put a high hat on himself.

In the inner room, there are many books and few things, and they are neatly put together. Even though no one has cleaned it for many years, it still maintains its original appearance, and even moths that eat wood chips don't bother to come.

Mu Yunshen’s previous life was really not interesting. Not to mention a bit of fun in this room, but not even half popular. It seems to be the standard for teaching. The paper and inkstone are placed exactly. It looks comfortable, but it must be used. There are a lot of hands and feet.

Xiao Yao was looking around like a country bumpkin entering the city.The room looks small, but I'm afraid it's an illusion created by the lighting. It seems that there are two layers of walls and roofs overlapping inside and outside. Like the inner courtyard of the palace.

On the other hand, Mu Yunshen was picking and choosing.There is actually a mechanism in this room, and the neatly arranged inkstone was broken to the east, revealing the hidden compartment underneath, Xiao Yao was really dumbfounded, afraid that the whole room would turn over later, telling him that the real devil is underneath palace.

"Xiao Yao, what I gave you is not some flamboyant flamboyance, but a real skill." The books in Mu Yunshen's hands did not seem ordinary—in Xiao Yao's shallow vision, only children The storybook is a thing of the past.

"Oh." Xiao Yao responded, and followed up with a boneless question, "Is it difficult? It's too difficult for me to learn."

"..." Mu Yunshen often feels that he has been deceived by lard these days. What good is such a bastard? He wants to whip him, but at the same time he is insatiable. .

"Ugh."

After this sigh, there was an earth-shattering sound from the top of their heads, and the four walls shook accordingly. Xiao Yao was in a hurry to help the flashy candles in the room, fearing that if one fell down, it would set the place full of books on fire .

His figure was very fast, and almost at the moment when the flames swayed, he had already put his hand up, and in the overlapping light and shadow, he looked like a swallow braving the wind and rain, and surrounded Mu Yun deeply. In this way, Mu Yunshen still saw several obstacles in him.

The movement was getting louder and louder, almost crushing the snow layer above. Although Mu Yunshen was very confident in his house, he always stayed in his house, which would arouse suspicion sooner or later.

He stuffed two books into Xiao Yao's arms, and dragged the people back to the yard along the original path.

In just a short while, the thick snow in the yard was almost shoveled away, and Ruan Yu fell on his back in the human-shaped pothole, gritted his teeth and shouted unwillingly, "Grand Monk, let's continue!"

"Little girl, your temper is too big, won't you take a break and listen to what the poor monk has to say?" Master Zhiyuan sighed, with a sympathetic tone.

If it weren't for the Zen staff in his hand being firmly placed on the pit, making Ruan Yu unable to stand up, and could only grin his teeth in vain, this statement would be somewhat credible.

"Bah!" Ruan Yu spat out a mouthful of blood, "You haven't stopped talking until now! Monk, what's the skill of hiding?!"

"It's not a skill to hide and hide," Zhiyuan said, "it's a skill to beat you like this when you hide and hide."

It turns out that there are also wicked monks.

Zhiyuan heard the sound of the door opening, turned around and glanced——

Xiao Yao burrowed into the tunnel for a while, and the clothes he was wearing just now were dusty, but there was a burst of vitality, his hand was still held by Mu Yunshen, and his breath was not very steady. , but it doesn't look like he was injured internally.

The monk's hesitation was abruptly interrupted by Ruan Yu under the Zen staff. The little girl held the weapon with both hands, relying on her petite stature, she swam close to her like a fish, sliding from top to bottom, and managed to escape. out.

Before she could even catch her breath, she rushed over again. This time she learned to be smart, and fished out a thin wooden branch from the snow. Although it was a bit shorter than the "Longevity" sword, Ruan Yu's attainments in the sword Different from others, not to mention a wooden branch that is a few inches short, even if you give her a piece of tile as a sword, she can still have a bit of awe-inspiring aura.

The dead branch became alive for a moment, and the dead leaves stuck to it trembled, drawing a semi-circular arc in the snow—from Ruan Yu's back, it seemed that it was about to fall on the monk's eyebrows, but suddenly With the change of people, Jiji changed from "stab" to "pick".

Ruan Yu passed over the monk's head, bent down suddenly, and wanted to attack the empty door behind him.

"These strokes are not bad, a bit like the shadow of benefactor." After the monk praised, the strong weapon of the Zen staff suddenly became soft around the fingers, and the whole sticked to the wooden branch, and then a heavy weight was pressed on Ruan Yu's body On the right wrist, a wooden branch plunged into the snow, and Ruan Yu threw herself down at the monk's feet again.

"If you are so prostrated, it will be unreasonable for the poor monk not to accept you as a disciple."

If Wang Songren retired two years later and joined this monk, maybe Ruan Yu would have seen through the world and gone to eat fast and chant Buddha.

"I can't afford to offend you." Xiao Yao shrank his neck and decided to see death rather than save.

He pulled Mu Yunshen a little, and dragged him to the backyard, refusing to watch the "Forcing a good woman into prostitution" in front of him.

As a result, an extremely elegant small courtyard was unexpectedly occupied by three rough and unreasonable warriors. It took only three days. It was overturned, and even the bed and table were not complete. There were sword marks, palm marks and knife marks in all directions.

The two books that Mu Yunshen gave to Xiao Yao earlier were all unique skills that he sorted out by himself. Although Ruan Yu had learned a few tricks when he was a child, it was invisible and unintentional. When he was broken by a master like Zhiyuan, he often couldn't continue. He cut off his back first, so he didn't appear to be very powerful, and even looked a bit bluffing—the outside was a beautiful flower shelf, and the inside was full of bad things.

So when Xiao Yao learned about this, he also mentioned Ruan Yu, the little girl has a good face, Xiao Yao didn't dare to be too blatant.The old monk Zhiyuan was even more elusive, and he almost took on Wang Shixue's important task - whenever Xiao Yao had time to rest, he was beaten head-on and face-to-face.

If there are other people in the world who lack the five elements, Xiao Yao can sell him half of it.

On the third day, when it was just dawn, Xiao Yao felt that an inch of light above his eyelids was blocked, and it was very itchy for no reason. He thought it was Mu Yunshen in a daze, and he unconsciously "hummed" in his nasal cavity. With a sound, he said again, "Sleep for a while...for a while..."

It's no wonder that he was sneaking around at such a critical juncture. In fact, the past few days have been too much tossing, not to mention that Mr. Mu was staring at him, but Shen Yanzhi, who was blocked outside, threw a note in every now and then, asking "Practice?" How are you doing?"

Not a single sense of security.

The two internal forces in his body have already reached the point where Bai Jinnan's internal force is extremely domineering, and he himself is too young, and the accumulation of these years is far from enough to compete with it. Every day, his limbs and bones are like hair The needle is buried in it, and it doesn't hurt even if it is said to be painful. It is almost like "numbing" and feels soft.

"Stinky boy, why don't you get up?" The monk stretched out his hand and lifted Xiao Yao out of the bed.

The dark wind from outside penetrated into the clothes, Xiao Yao was jolted suddenly, and then woke up.

The man who he thought he was Mr. Mu suddenly changed his appearance, and Xiao Yao sneezed overwhelmingly in shock. If it wasn't for Monk Zhiyuan's vigorous skills, he would have spit all over his face.

"They're all waiting for you at the door. Mr. Mu's body is weak. Let the wind blow for a while. Anyway, the monk is empty, so don't feel bad."

After finishing speaking, Zhiyuan threw Xiao Yao on the bed, watching him start to get dressed in a hurry.

"The magic palace is just a habitat for the poor monk, but there are not many such habitats in the world, but there are not many. The poor monk has been wandering in the rivers and lakes these years. Tired of bothering."

Zhiyuan didn't know that Xiao Yao had already read those papers, so he spoke very cryptically.

If the eminent monks in Luojia Mountain's "Yuan" character line have an intersection with Wang Shixue, it must be the fate formed at that time.The so-called name and appearance are more often hidden from high positions, and if there is a heart-to-heart relationship between each other, this affection is the result of life and death together, which is far from ordinary.

"Duan Fu is coming so fiercely this time, you younger generations are afraid that you will suffer." He said "um..." and seemed to have hesitated for a long time. He didn't know which Buddha had such a big face in his heart that he could make Zhiyuan let go. "For the sake of benefactor, I may be able to help secretly."

At the time of these two sentences, Xiao Yao had already put on his clothes hastily, and even stroked his hair. Although he was not as elegant as a few days ago, he still looked a little better, so he wouldn't call it a good dress. body.

"I hear you talking about this 'benefactor' every day, who the hell is it?" Xiao Yao asked casually while tying his long hair into a ponytail with a navy blue headband.

He turned over from the table with one hand, and went straight to the door... In less than three days, his skills have improved, and this set of movements is not sloppy. The "wind" comes with a change, which is more suitable for small-scale tossing and moving.

"My benefactor is the previous palace master of Xiaoyao Demon Palace, Mu Yunshen." Zhiyuan said, "I even built a few temples for him, and the incense was pretty good at that time."

"..." Xiao Yao didn't stop, and slammed into the door frame in a daze, with a "boom", it hurt even to hear it.