Fire and theft prevention

When Mu Qingjia returned to where Xingru was, Xingru had already left.A man in black clothes stood with his back. Xia Guang passed through the gaps in the leaves and cast mottled spots of light on his face, splitting out the broken beauty.

Mu Qingjia paused, habitually landed lightly, and approached Huo Wei from behind.

But what surprised him was that the younger brother didn't hear his footsteps at all, and he was still staring at a certain light spot intently, thinking about something.

It wasn't until Mu Qingjia patted his arm that he suddenly felt pressure as if he had just realized it, and when he realized it was him, he slowly withdrew it.

Mu Qingjia was choked by his fire aura, and said, "What are you thinking about? So engrossed. ——Did you chat with Xingru just now?"

Huo Wei nodded, took half a step back, distanced himself from him, and remained silent.

Mu Qingjia vaguely noticed that the other party's attitude was a little cold, but he just retracted the hand that was left in the air without a trace, pretending not to notice.

He looked at the Underworld Butterfly Sword on Huo Wei's waist, and mentioned what happened outside the cliff of life and death before: "By the way, why didn't the Underworld Butterfly Sword hurt me just now? It didn't have such a good temper before."

"This sword is passed down to the family, and the souls of the ancestors reside in it." Huo Wei said without changing his expression, "It may be that a certain ancestor in the sword has a good impression of you."

This can explain it clearly, after all, Mu Qingjia's own Tian Yijian was very close to his junior brother in the past.

He changed his mind and smiled again: "There is still your primordial spirit in the Underworld Butterfly Sword. Why didn't Ah Wei say it, it was you..."

"Are you done with the business?" Huo Wei interrupted suddenly.

Mu Qingjia paused slightly and said, "It's nothing serious."

He told the whole story of what happened in the palace, and Huo Wei was furious when he heard the words, he put his hand on the Underworld Butterfly Sword and squeezed it tightly, and then slowly loosened it.

"Bu Chengbi is a great calamity. If Lingao continues to grow, the younger sister will meet him sooner or later." He said coldly, "This is the only way for the head, you and I don't need to interfere too much."

Mu Qingjia opened her eyes in surprise.The younger brother has always protected his weaknesses, there was someone who spoke contemptuously to his younger sister, if Mu Qingjia hadn't been there at that time, Huo Wei would have cut off that monk's tongue.Later, the monk also knelt down and apologized before reluctantly exposing it.

He originally thought that his junior brother would cause trouble for Bu Chengbi, at least say a few harsh words, but he did not expect him to be so "magnanimous".

Before Mu Qingjia thought about it, Huo Wei asked for the details: "Listen to me, is Bu Chengbi trustworthy?"

"He doesn't seem to be suspicious." Mu Qingjia rested his chin and said, "But the strange thing is that he didn't express his intention of chasing Junior Brother either."

"Bu Chengbi is very scheming, so maybe he won't believe your one-sided words." Huo Weisi thought, "Or maybe, even if 'I' fled to the demon cultivator's territory, he would still have the confidence to catch me."

"Although Bu Chengbi is strong, the power of demon cultivators is deeply rooted, and it is extremely difficult to find people there." Mu Qingjia said in surprise, "You mean..."

"Remember the lord of Guyi City?" Huo Weidao, "His surname is also 'Bu', the standard golden spirit root of the Bu family."

"Awei thinks Sect Master Bu has something to do with Demon Cultivator?" Mu Qingjia said in disbelief, "Just kidding, no matter how much the Sword Cultivator and the Dharma Cultivator fight each other, Sect Master Bu is the leader of the Immortal Cultivator."

Huo Wei warned in a deep voice: "It's just a guess. It is imperative to be on guard against others. Be careful with Bu Chengbi and Bu Chen."

When he spoke of the two Bu family members, his disgust was palpable.It seems that no matter how "magnanimous" he is, Huo Wei still can't let go of being forced to marry because of Shui Jingzhe.

Suddenly, the tip of his nose moved slightly, and he turned to look at Mu Qingjia.

Mu Qingjia couldn't see the other person's expression clearly, but saw his junior brother suddenly approaching him, cupping his cheeks.

They were too close, Mu Qingjia was frightened and leaned back slightly, and the unique cinnamon that belonged to Huo Wei rushed towards his face, making him a little confused for a while.

And in the cinnamon, there is still a trace of blood.

Mu Qingjia was startled, and then Huo Wei asked anxiously, "What's the matter with your eyes?"

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at dusk.

After Shui Jingzhe talked with Xuanzong's master and apprentice about many trivial matters of the Qiaxianmeng Grand Competition, they each dispersed.

She was busy dealing with the people sent by the Shui family, while Bu Chen was led to his resting place with a mountain disciple.

The furnishings in this residence are the same as when he first came, when his senior sister was still there, he was entrusted by his master to visit Lingao sect together with his senior sister and a group of disciples to listen to the Dharma and enlightenment.

The master intends for him to get in touch with Shui Jingzhe, but Buchen got lost in the mountains before the headmaster received them.

In the faint moonlight in the forest, he met a female cultivator on the sparkling lake.

For the first time in his life, he felt his heart beating faster but unable to control himself.

By accident, that female cultivator was his "mission" this time, Shui Jingzhe.

That was the happiest loss of his life.

Bu Chen was obsessed with memories, his thick eyebrows arched unconsciously, his eyes were rippling, and the lines of laughter at the end of his eyes were drawn.

But there was a person who said from the side: "... Bu Xianyou? Bu Chen Xianyou?"

When he came back to his senses, he couldn't help but smile shyly when he saw that the disciple leading the way had called him several times.

"Friend Buxian." The disciple leading the way respectfully embraced the sword, and then offered what was in his hand, "This is what the master gave you."

Bu Chen was overjoyed, and when he saw the thing, he was stunned again.

That's his token.

Shui Jingzhe didn't return the gift as he imagined, but returned his heart together.

"What did she say?" Bu Chen said in a calm voice, a little at a loss inside.

"The master only advised the immortal friend, 'Don't give the precious thing to others again.' She can't afford this kindness." The disciple leading the way replied.

"...I see." Bu Chen said lonely.

After the disciple left, he smiled wryly and said, "How could it be 'others'."

He was scrutinizing the token, trying to find a trace of the aura left by the water sting, suddenly his expression became serious, he bent down and saluted: "Disciple, please refer to the master."

I saw Bu Chengbi standing in front of him at some point, with fairy robes fluttering, snowy hair and sleeves fluttering, as bright as the flowing wind returning to snow.

He signaled his disciples to get up, and then said: "Today in the hall, Chen'er's breath is not stable, do you have someone to tell me?"

Bu Chen didn't expect that even though he was standing behind the master, his emotional changes could not be hidden from him.

For a moment, he didn't know whether what the master said was about the water shock or about Yanshi, but he thought of Le Lu and his senior sister again, struggled for a moment, and then said: "Nothing."

Bu Chengbi still looked at him indifferently: "Really?"

Bu Chen bit the bullet and said: "Just thinking about Sect Master Shui, I can't help myself for a while."

With a faint smile, Bu Chengbi stared at him for a moment, and said: "I have been out of the mountain for a few months, and my cultivation is good, and my wings are hardened."

These words sounded like praise, but Bu Chen hurriedly lowered his eyes as if being stabbed by a poisonous thorn, "I dare not."

Bu Chengbi looked at him with a slightly flustered look with cold eyes, his eyes as cold as ice.