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"Little brother is really lucky. There is a fairy who takes you into the mountain. I have lived here for half my life. I have never entered Yueqingchen. I heard that the moon there is big and round. When you see it, tell me about it." How about speaking?"

Yue Qingchen does not allow outsiders to enter, so there are always disciples guarding the mountain. Even if there is a sect visiting, you have to inform in advance before opening the door to welcome them, not to mention the common people. Except for the disciples of our sect, few people have really seen that strange man. scene.

"It's easy to talk about. After I have seen enough beauties and beautiful scenery, I will definitely come down and talk to you, the boatman. When the time comes, prepare ten jars of wine, and we will talk for three days and three nights."

"Hahaha, you little brother is really happy, then I have to row faster."

The fisherman speeded up his oars and passed by the houses by the river. However, just after turning a corner, he didn't want to see a person flying over from the opposite side. It seemed that he couldn't control it, and his body wobbled and almost fell.

"Bei, Beimao! Come and save me!!"

"Don't panic, use your true energy to stabilize the sword!"

A young man wearing the same clothes stepped on the sword and chased after him. He should be Bei Mao in the population.

"No! I'm out of luck!"

The man's sword shook even more violently. Seeing that he was getting farther and farther away from the water, he lay down in fear and hugged the sword with his whole body.

"Wen Fan, stand up quickly!"

"I'm afraid!"

Seeing him like that, Bei Mao was a little anxious, speeding up his sword and rushing forward, ready to pull the man over, but the sword shook wildly and he couldn't get close at all.

When the mind is in chaos, the true energy will be disordered, and the true energy will be disordered, and the sword under the feet will naturally be even more disordered.

The sword swayed more and more violently, throwing the person out violently, but even though the boy named Wen Fan had fallen under the sword, his hands were still holding on to the blade with all his might.

"Bei...Beimao...help me!"

When Bei Mao was anxiously thinking about countermeasures, Bei Yunrong on the boat had already come out with the sword, he quickly flew to catch Wen Fan, and put him behind him, but the sword was out of Wen Fan's control, and swished out , Seeing that it was about to hurt the people on the shore, a sudden movement from all directions blocked the out-of-control flying sword, and then Bei Yunrong grabbed the hilt of the sword and put it back into the black wooden scabbard on Wen Fan's waist.

When the two returned to the boat, Bei Mao followed after seeing this. After seeing clearly that the person who rescued Wen Fan was Bei Yunrong, he saluted respectfully.

"Zhenjun Ninggong?! You're back?!"

"Usually I tell you to learn more mental techniques, it's fine if you don't learn it, and it's a trivial matter for you to fall into the river by yourself, if you hurt innocent people, what should you do?!"

Unexpectedly, the young Beimao boy, who seemed to be young, was admonishing him with a forceful aura. Wen Fan was speechless after being scolded. Although he was wronged on his face, he also knew that it was his fault this time.

"Go back and think about it for ten days."

"Ah?! Zhenjun, isn't ten days a little longer?"

"Half a month."

"No! I, I promise to go back and study the mental method well, and I won't rashly control the sword next time!"

"One month."

"I won't talk anymore, Zhenjun don't add it!"

"Two months."

Wen Fan quickly bit his lip and shut his mouth, fearing that Bei Yunrong would continue to add another sound, he blinked and looked at Bei Mao, but Bei Mao turned a blind eye.

Beimao, Beimao...

Since just now, Luan Mu has silently recited the name several times, always feeling a little familiar, but he can't remember where he heard it.

"Hahaha, you little fairies are really interesting, don't be so nonsense when hunting ghosts and exorcising demons."

The fisherman teased the few of them, Wen Fan seemed to want to match his mouth, just opened his mouth, remembering that Bei Yunrong was standing beside him, he quickly closed it again, without saying a word.