Hidden among the villains [Quick Transmigration]

Mu Qinyan raised his eyes, looking at the starlight falling into the clouds and mist from an unknown mountain, his eyes darkened.

He pondered for a moment, then turned around and his robe fluttered, as if he was about to ride the wind in a sea of ​​mountains.

"This seat will go into seclusion soon, and you will be in charge of everything in the palace. If it's not an emergency, don't bother me."

"Yes." Xun Fang looked carefully at Yu Liansheng's back, and said, "The Demon Sect Master Cang Ming sent a message the day before yesterday, on the seventh day of March, to invite the Palace Master to go to Tianhun Mountain for a talk."

Come, Mu Qinyan paused slightly, the original owner refused to merge the Ningyu Palace into the Demon Sect during this gathering of demon heads, and thus died.He has just left the main god now, and the accumulation of previous hundreds of generations has been emptied, and now he is almost the same as the original Yu Liansheng's strength.

If you go to the meeting rashly, you will probably be slaughtered by others: "Got it, let's go."

Xunfang bowed and stepped back.

Improving strength is a top priority.

Mu Qinyan returned to the Chengyue platform and sat quietly.

The Yunshui Xin Jue has been firmly imprinted in Yu Liansheng's mind.He has been through hundreds of generations, and his state of mind is far beyond the reach of others.

Mu Zhuoyan devoted himself to comprehending enlightenment, and the internal energy in his whole body was transpiring. After a while, there was smoke from cold jade.The handsome man inside is supported by the moonlight, half floating up, almost transparent.

"Master Xun, I have something important to tell Master Bingming. I wonder if I can inform you on my behalf." In the lower hall, Ying Xueqiong, Yu Liansheng's only disciple, looked flustered.

Xunfang, who was guarding the entrance, looked cold and unmoved: "The palace master has been retreating recently, and I haven't seen anyone."

Yingxueqiong anxiously turned around for a while, stretched her head to look at the platform above, seeing that Xunfang really didn't intend to report, she turned and left unwillingly.

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It was night, and it had been seven days since Mu Qinyan retreated.

The sky is dark and cloudy, the wind is howling, the mountains and forests are rustling, and the beasts are howling.This vision seems to be about to cause chaos.

The heights are extremely cold, and the inside and outside of Ningyu Palace are oppressive.The disciples with lower skills were already flustered and trembling.

Mu Qinyan's retreat in Chengyuetai has reached a critical juncture.

Yunshui Zen mind is extraordinary, definitely not owned by an ordinary martial arts world.Therefore, the original owner practiced hard day and night, and his internal strength had already reached the threshold of breakthrough, but he was still unable to comprehend the true meaning of it.

The cold air permeated the air, and Mu Qin's skin was like fat jade, with a faint light.His complexion changed from light to dark several times, and the sea of ​​energy around him surged, like waves invading, sweeping across the entire mountain forest.

During the stalemate, among the thick clouds, there was actually a gleam of moonlight leaking, pulled by the cold platform, unbiased, and falling into the sky.

The sky is about to fall, and everything is silent.

The gust of wind stopped in one breath, as if secretly holding its breath.

Within eight breaths, the inaudible sound of broken jade rang from between Mu Qinyan's eyebrows. If there was a layer of jade shell cracked inch by inch on the surface, it would separate and disintegrate, and the brilliance of the sky would flow wildly.

Mu Qinyan's strong internal force rises from the platform and covers the entire mountain.

The dark clouds in the sky have not dissipated, and the glimmer of moonlight has long since dissipated.All visions refer to one person.

From the top to the bottom of the palace gate, everyone bowed and shouted.

"Congratulations to the Palace Master, you have made great achievements. Invite the moon to come back, and the world will condense flowers."

Amongst the graceful figures, one person quietly exited the stage, his heart full of horror.But how can a leader with a score of 3000 give people such a strong sense of oppression.How powerful is Cang Ming who killed him?

Mu Zhuoyan woke up from the samadhi, with a subdued breath all over his body, and he was slightly relieved.Time was running out, and he only realized that Yunshui's Zen mind was the first level, and his strength was at the peak of the world's top masters, and there was still some distance from peerless masters like Cang Ming.Fortunately, the technique is special, so if you really fight, you won't be powerless to fight back.

At this time, there is still half a day left before the appointment at Tianhun Mountain.

Under the platform, there was already a woman waiting outside.

Mu Zhuoyan recalled the fallen star that fell into the palace that day, and whispered.

"Xunfang."

The cold faces of the people outside the hall rarely showed a hint of anxiety, and at this moment they were slightly relieved to hear Mu Zhuoyan's summons.Today she was dressed in light gauze and flew up to the platform with lightness kung fu, her lightness was like colorful clouds.

"Congratulations, Palace Master."

Xunfang knelt down, hesitated for a moment, looked up at Mu Qinyan, then quickly lowered her head, with a somewhat uneasy expression, "Recently there are rumors in the world that the head of the Song Sect is the protector of the Mozong Xuantian, who secretly murdered the martial arts juniors , Imprisoning living people to practice magic arts is extremely vicious. Ten days later, the martial arts conference will face Yan Yunfei, a traitor from the Tingsong faction."

Mu Qinyan looked as usual, and walked down the Hanyu Terrace.He looked at Xun Fang who was a little flustered as he approached under the stage.

"Anything else?"

Xun Fang bowed her head, and said: "Earlier, Ying Xueqiong wanted to see the Palace Master, but she seemed to report something, but was blocked by her subordinates."

Yingxueqiong, Mu Qinyan stopped.

The apprentice Yu Liansheng adopted from the foot of the mountain, in his memory, this person was innocent and romantic, and the master and apprentice got along well.

"Let her come to see me."

"Yes."

Xun Fang hastily stood up and retreated.

After a while, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl rushed into the Chengyue platform."Master respected", the scalp of the person who screamed went numb.

Mu Qinyan raised his eyes.Under the stage, Ying Xueqiong's cheeks were still round like a baby's, her eyes were full of curiosity, and she was looking at him unscrupulously.

"Long time no see, Master has made another breakthrough in martial arts?" She spoke casually, delicately and cutely, with just the right amount of admiration in her expression.

Mu Zhuoyan gave a rare smile, his brows were slightly soft, and he was extraordinarily confusing: "I heard that you have asked for a teacher for something?"

Yingxueqiong was stunned, recovered from the momentary obsession, and said: "Sister Fang said that Master will go to Tianhun Mountain to participate in the Demon Sect's grand meeting tomorrow. This time, some important figures in the Demon Dao will appear, and this disciple wants to see you." See the world."

Mu Qinyan glanced at her: "It's not impossible to take you there, but you have always been stubborn, so you must remember to be cautious in your words and deeds this time."

Ying Xueqiong paused slightly, lowered her head and happily replied: "Thank you, Master."

"Let's go back and get ready. We'll leave in two hours." Mu Zhuoyan said lightly, inadvertently, a trace of internal energy seemed to leak out, close at hand, as if he had already entered the clouds, unattainable.He looked at Ying Xueqiong quietly, without any emotion in his eyes.

Ying Xueqiong subconsciously took half a step back, and then said briskly: "Okay, Master. This disciple will go now."

She turned around and left as if nothing had happened.

Mu Qinyan looked at Ying Xueqiong's leaving back and frowned.

The author has something to say:

Every character that appears in the article may be a survivor, some are easier to see, and some lurk deeper.

However, it cannot be judged by the amount of pen and ink described.

If you are interested, you can take a guess.