The real record of former fairy world bosses flirting with each other

Qingying's little head tilted, and she became more and more confused.

Mo Wuyi opened the door and entered Buer's squatter room, swept around the room, and ran directly to the worn-out quilt, when he lifted the quilt, he saw a three-foot-long broken knife underneath.Mo Wu pulled it out and took a look. Although there was a lot of nonsense, the workmanship was really good. There was only a faint trace left on the fracture, which was not conspicuous.

The broken knife is called "Po", but it's actually not broken, and it's even very expensive - the knife is three feet long, with a thick back and thin blade, the whole body of the knife is black, and it is engraved with fine and delicate golden mantras.Mo Wu couldn't understand the rune, but he knew it was a powerful thing at a glance, but it was a pity that Mo Wu had spoiled it for so many years by prying tiles and chopping firewood, so he looked a little disgraced.

When Mo Wu took over the knife for the first time back then, he asked why it was called such an inexplicable name, and he scratched his chin, "His unreliable former master said that he can make a living with a cheap name." He patted the blade, with a complicated expression, "Breaking the sword breaks all the filthy traitors and sycophants in the world, I am worthy of this broken word."

Mo Wu is not interested in breaking all the filthy traitors, he only cares about having a valuable thing on his body.

He put the knife back into its sheath and went out, Qingying stood at the door and still didn't understand the relationship between Mo Wu and Fuji's grandparents, seeing that Mo Wu was about to leave, the childish voice said: "Brother Mo Wu, are you leaving now? Do you have anything to say to Buer Daochang? I can pass it on."

Mo Wu stopped, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly stopped, and said seriously: "Let him think about what happened in the devil world after the war, I will ask him the day after tomorrow."

·

When Mo Wu returned to the Qin residence, Xian Jun and Bai Ze hadn’t come back yet, so Mo Wu put the broken knife back into the house, turned around and went to the back kitchen to cook a few dishes, and when they served the dinner table, the person and bird walked back in the dusk. Qin house.

The two walked around for a day, and Xianjun only bought some books.Mo Wu came out with a spoon in his hand, and asked curiously: "...I also said that you have read all the books in the world, why didn't you buy something else?"

"Knowledge is so vast that it cannot be exhausted."

Xianjun didn't say anything else, and went back to the house with the book.Mo Wubian also went back to the back kitchen, thinking about something in his mind, and the movements of his hands were three minutes slower.

After the trip to Tianheng Mountain, Xianjun didn't seem to have changed on the surface, but there were still some inexplicable things in his eyes, and his words were less than before.

This is understandable.At that time, when the man named Sen Luo in the demon world taught him the sword technique, he said that the sword technique was created by a person who was very important to Xianjun. trust it unconditionally.

For this inference, Mo Wu just took it as nonsense, if the majestic Prime Minister of the Immortal Realm unconditionally believes in someone he has only known for two days just because of a single sword skill, then the Immortal Realm will end sooner or later.

But different from Mo Wu's conjecture, he thought that Xianjun would try every means to find out where he learned the sword technique, but he didn't expect that person to expose the lie that he didn't care about at all, and then he didn't have anything to say. The indifference of "the truth will come out by itself" made Mo Wu feel a little uneasy.

After a silent dinner, the two went back to their respective houses to rest.After the ugly moment, Mo Wu walked out of the house with the broken knife on his back, and Xianjun was already standing in the courtyard waiting for him.

Xianjun's eyes are very strange.

Mo Wu was stunned, didn't understand what was going on, took two steps in the direction of Xianjun, and found that Xianjun was not looking at him, but looked over his shoulder at the broken knife on his back.

The broken knife is quite long and not light in weight. Mo Wuzhi struggled to carry it. He always carried it on his back. The black gold handle was exposed above his shoulders. Under the moonlight, there was a strange metallic luster, with a A calm and reassuring force.

Mo Wu raised his eyebrows, and casually took the broken knife off his body. The scabbard was simple and majestic, like a sleeping hero under the moonlight.Mo Wu handed the knife to Xianjun's eyes, and said generously: "If you want to see it, just say it. If I react slowly, how can I understand what you mean."

Xianjun didn't speak.

He put his eyes on the blade, as if he wanted to raise his hand to touch the ancient black gold knife, but he raised his hand halfway, but stopped as if he dared not touch an illusory dream.

Countless complex and mixed emotions rolled in the eyes like ink and blue, like a huge wave surging through the sky wave after wave, and finally turned into the quiet and soft lake under the moonlight.

He was a little unbelievable.

Years of walking on eggshells made him unable to believe in luck.After breaking the seal, he thought he would search for ten years, 20 years, 100 years, and when he finally found that person after crossing mountains and ridges, he saw him marrying a wife and having children, but he still couldn't help but feel like a stranger. As a passerby, he went to say congratulations.

At this moment, looking at the black gold long knife in his eyes, the doubts and fears that had been in him for many days suddenly disappeared, and he didn't know why.

Mo Wujian Xianjun remained silent for a long time, and looked over curiously, but he was stunned by this look.

——Xianjun is laughing.

Mo Wu often saw Xianjun smiling. In fact, most of the time, Xianjun had that gentle smile on his face, as if the spring breeze was blowing in April.That smile is very beautiful, but it seems that something is missing, like a gentle mask, but it also completely hides the most real and popular soul.

But now it's different.

At this time, Xianjun's brows and eyes were gentle, and his eyes were shining with stars. It was a kind of smile from the heart, even he didn't realize it. It was so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes.

For a moment, there was only one serious doubt in his mind - how could anyone in this world have such a good-looking smile?

Mo Wu stared at him without blinking, but he didn't realize that he was already looking a little crazy.Xianjun's smile became stronger and stronger, and later, he even laughed heartily.He let himself laugh for a while, and then he didn't look at the knife again. Instead, he looked at Shang Mowu, his eyes full of starlight, and his smile was still there, "The person who gave you the knife will come to me tomorrow."

Mo Wu was taken aback, "Huh?"

"I don't care if he is called Bu Er or No Three No Four." Xian Jun looked natural, his tone relaxed but with a little coercion, "If you still want to go back to the fairy world, come here honestly."

After Xianjun finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the distance, hunting in white clothes, the beauty under the water and moonlight made people's hearts flutter.

Mo Wu stood there for a while before finally regaining his composure, and chased after him, saying, "Hey, you actually know this knife? Is this knife so famous..."

In Wuweiguan's dorm a few miles away, Buer was tossing and turning on the bed.

As soon as he felt that the place where the knife was originally placed under the bed was empty, his whole body felt bad.

"Grandson..." Fu Er sighed and felt bad, and said to himself: "You really hurt grandpa..."

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At three o'clock in the ugly hour, Mo Wu, Xianjun and Bai Ze arrived at Tianheng Mountain.

The moonlight was good today, and the cold white light clearly illuminated the stone platform, and at the same time, through the dense branches, it sprinkled on Mo Wu who was squatting on the big tree.

At this time, Mo Wu was hiding on a big tree not too far from the stone platform, so he could see the stone platform clearly without being discovered.Mo Wu found a comfortable place to finish the job, took the big knife off his back and put it beside him casually, a branch next to him trembled, and Xianjun also jumped up.

Mo Wu fished out in his arms and took out a handful of melon seeds, just as he was about to pass them to the person in fluttering white clothes next to him, his hands stopped suddenly.

I saw Xianjun standing aside, straightening his sleeves, moving his white marble-like fingers, and a fresh wound on his index finger was exposed under the moonlight. Blood stains came out through the wound, which looked a bit dazzling.

Mo Wu passed the melon seeds over, "What happened?"

Xianjun glanced at the melon seeds, but didn't pick them up, and said, "Walk around and set up a formation."

"...Be careful enough." Mo Wu retracted his hand, threw a few at one side of Bai Ze, and then knocked on himself.

Xianjun turned his head to look at him, and saw that Mo Wu was like an old man leaning on the kang of his own house, leaning lazily on the branch, with a natural carelessness in his good-looking eyebrows, and the fine moonlight falling through the branches. On him, it was as if a handful of broken jade had been sprinkled on him.

Xianjun suddenly felt a sense of peace in his heart.

He looked away without a trace, and the corner of his mouth subconsciously curved into a shallow arc.

Just after Yin time, I heard the sound of footsteps from far to near, and two sedan chairs came along the road.The front roof is quite gorgeous, it looks like it came from a wealthy family, but the rear roof is special - I saw that the whole body of the sedan chair was black from the top to the bottom, and the door curtains and curtains were several times thicker than ordinary sedan chairs, keeping the light firmly in place. out of the way.

The two sedan chairs landed beside the stone platform, and the curtain of the sedan chair in front was lifted, and Sun Xiuwen came out, still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, with blackness under his eyes, presumably he did not fall asleep last night.His expression was extremely ugly. After stepping off the sedan chair, he glanced at the jet-black sedan chair behind him, and then turned his head in disgust.

Zhao Pu, an old servant of the Sun family, followed the sedan chair behind, and after getting off the sedan chair, he respectfully said to the window: "Old Master, we're here."

"Hmm." The aged and thin voice of the old man of the Sun family came out, "Is Mr. Tao here?"

"Not yet."

Then there was no sound in the sedan chair.

After another incense stick, a nauseating stench was blown by the night wind.Mo Wu frowned, "This way of appearance is really unique..."

A plain white handkerchief was passed in front of him, everyone was taken aback, took it and put it on his nose, the fragrance wafted into his nostrils, like cedar in a quiet forest, and the boredom in his heart disappeared.Turning his head, Mo Wu saw the man with a natural expression, and said softly, "It's just a curse."

Mo Wu felt that he might have been hit by some kind of Gu, and he felt numb even when he heard what the man said softly.

Footsteps sounded, and two sedan chairs came along the road.Mo Wu calmed down and looked over, and saw that the bearers of the two sedan chairs were all dressed in white, with dull expressions and stiff movements. When he looked carefully, they all had the same red cheeks painted on their faces. Infiltrate.

The sedan chair also looked very strange, with bright colors, and the windows looked like they were painted on, with a strong sense of weirdness.

The white-clothed bearer carried two sedan chairs, and after a while, he arrived in front of the stone platform, put the sedan chairs on the ground, and stood there stiffly.The door curtain of the sedan chair in front was lifted, and a man limped out, it was Tao Wu.

Tao Wu glanced around at ease, and seeing Sun Xiuwen turn his head away in disgust, he didn't care, he moved his feet, and walked towards Mr. Sun's jet-black sedan chair.

The old servant Zhao Pu had already informed Sun Jide of Mr. Tao's arrival, and when Mr. Tao walked to the sedan chair, Sun Jide naturally greeted him politely first, then said with some hesitation in his voice: "Mr. Tao, I am like this now. ..."

"After taking the last medicine, you can see the light." Mr. Tao waved his hand, and a bearer with a pale face came over stiffly, and handed the wooden box in his arms forward.Zhao Pu respectfully took it, and handed it along with a glass of water to the sedan chair along the window.

"Thank you, Mr. Tao."

Mr. Tao waved his hand, and the bearer, together with the sedan chair he had sat on, flew up with the wind, twirled twice in the air, and turned into a pile of papers covered with flowers.The pieces of paper were folded one by one, shrunk to the size of a palm, and slipped into Mr. Tao's cuff.

The bearers who came with Sun Xiuwen were ordinary people, and they were dumbfounded when they saw this scene.Sun Xiuwen's heart was also trembling, he frowned, but he didn't retreat, his eyes looked straight at Mr. Tao.

Mr. Tao turned his head and smiled at Sun Xiuwen, that smile was particularly sinister, as if his whole body was filled with chilly black air from inside to outside, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Master Sun, today, I brought you a Gift, you must like—"

The author has something to say: Broken Sword: Although my master is unreliable, I still work seriously as a wingman.Ah, I am so great.

Fuji (sigh faintly jpg.): Alas...