[Thunderbolt] Wandering without a home, where to return

"We have arrived."

Hearing the pity in his ears, Yuan Wuxiang's heart was not disturbed, he just stopped and looked up at the towering mountain wall in front of him.

"Good writing, good sword." Xuan Tong then settled down, looked at the writing on the mountain wall in front of him, and gave a sigh of admiration.

"Go inside, even better, it's hidden deep on the fairy mountain."

"kindness."

As the three of them stepped into Cuihuan Mountain, the white mist rose one after another, and the sword array opened up steeply.

"Tsk tsk, have pity on me, a weak scholar with no strength to restrain a chicken. Qingxiang Bailian is not afraid that this Cuihuan Mountain will add a touch of innocent souls."

Purple Yu's hand to block the sword qi was steepened, looking at Yuan Wuxiang who was protected by Xuantong's side and hadn't taken half a step and was not injured in the slightest, he had no words for his audacity.

"Hey, Su Huanzhen, is it really okay for you to treat them differently?" Seeing Yuan Wuxiang disappearing under a burst of white light, Zi Yufen couldn't help but complain.

"He doesn't have the slightest bit of martial arts, so it's understandable for Su Zhenzhen to do this."

"Since he really doesn't have any martial arts, you still want to fight him?"

"Since there is the law of the sword, why not."

"..."Prince, although I don't read much, don't think that you can be a donkey to me, okay?

"Follow closely, the sword array here is beneficial to you."

"Hey...Prince, you should walk slowly..." Purple Yu Fen said while speeding up his pace but lost Xuan Tong's figure amidst the dense sword energy.

"Cuihuan Mountain and Yubo Pond really deserve their reputation."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Yuan is far away, it's because Su has been rude."

"Where, I took the liberty to bother you, but fortunately Su Xianren didn't give up."

"When discussing swords in the sea of ​​swords that day, Young Master Yu Sumou left a message saying that he would visit Cuihuan Mountain in five days. I don't know why?"

"For my best friend, the famous sword Wuming Tired Harvest Heaven."

"The famous sword Wuming is tired of harvesting the sky? Please tell me the details."

"I don't know Su sages know that Yinbiao, who was in charge of the family, turned against the truth."

"Although I don't know everything, I have heard it."

"Back then, disputes gradually arose within Daozhen, and eventually split. The famous sword Wuming died of his fellow practitioner. He held a golden sword and killed all the way to the Southern Sect, paving the way of blood..."

"But after this incident, the head of Yinbiao disappeared, and Mingjian Wuming was never pursued by Nanzong."

"Back then, from beginning to end, Tired Shoutian was the one who was calculated. He not only calculated to use him as a sword, but also completely eradicated the light of the sun shining on his head after the fact. He did not hesitate to use this pure trust day and night. The poison of Tired Harvest Heaven, I am here today to ask Su Xianren to eradicate this poison for Tired Harvest Heaven in the future."

"The young master came here just to ask Su to remove the poison for Juan Shoutian?"

"Otherwise, what do you think of the fragrant white lotus?"

"It seems that the young master knows a lot about the manipulators behind the scenes, but why has he let it go so far?"

"A person who escapes with death, I will always have a chance to deal with him when he can't help showing up again, but in the future, he will have to be distracted and tired..." Yuan Wuxiang clasped his hands and bowed. In the end: "My friend will trouble Qingxiang Bailian in the future. I hope that the way he will do in the future will not be lonely."

"My lord is serious." Su Zhenzhen stepped forward and bent down to support Yuan Wuxiang's hand, feeling a little ominous in his heart.

"Thank you."

"Am I going too fast?"

Yuan Wuxiang turned around and saw Xuantong coming in a magnificent red dress, he couldn't help smiling: "Unfortunately, Hongqu swordsmanship is superb, and the timing is just right."

"Are you leaving?"

"I have already admired the demeanor of the sage, so I naturally want to go back. After all, Cuihuan Mountain is a place of right and wrong, and right and wrong people are right and wrong. I, a frail scholar, dare not stay here for a long time."

"Ha, Mr. Yuan, please go slowly."

Yuan Wuxiang's ridicule made Su Zhenzhen smile slightly, and at the same time raised his hand to block the way of the person who wanted to leave.

"Is there something wrong with Suxian?"

"Young Master's entrustment, Sumou has already agreed, but Sumou also has a request."

"But it doesn't matter."

"Su Mou wants to get a pulse for the young master."

"Yes." After finishing speaking, Yuan Wuxiang did not shy away from Prince Xuantong who was beside him, and the long sleeves fell to both sides of his body as his arms disappeared.

"You..." Xuan Tong couldn't help being surprised.

"Su has offended you." Su Zhenzhen didn't change his expression, he condensed a stream of true energy between his fingers and pointed directly at Yuan Wuxiang's heart.

"How?" When the zhenqi that had swam around in the body returned to Su Zhenzhen's hands again, Yuan Wuxiang pulled out his arms and at the same time withdrew the qi that he had just removed to let Su Zhenzhen understand his true body condition. The body protection soul power shrouded the body again.

"My lord destroyed his dantian back then and didn't leave a way out. Now it's going to be difficult to recover, not to mention your body..."

"Back then, I left this body on top of the Southern Sect, and the name of being the head of the family was just to cancel the murderous crimes left by Tired Shou Tian in the Southern Sect. I made a promise, and I will never go back on my promise. As for this body, if I really can't prolong my life, and I will have to worry about his affairs in the future." After finishing speaking, regardless of whether Su Zhenzhen had finished speaking, he turned to Xuan Tong and bowed slightly: "I have finished my work, so I won't delay You and Su Zhenzhen have discussed the Tao, and there will be no country in the misty rain and setting sun in the future, waiting for your battle post, please."

Yuan Wuxiang stepped out of the martial arts center. Although he was settled in a corner, his heart never left this turbulent, treacherous and ever-changing plight.

"Son."

"How are things going?"

"Jiuzhijiaoxiong has reported Mu Zhengrong's matter to Nanzong according to the son's order, and we have also publicized the matter of Mu Zhengrong's collusion with foreign enemies for his own personal hatred according to the son's order. Presumably someone will come to check it soon.”

"Is Mu Zhengrong still unwilling to stop?"

"Ever since I heard that my affairs were learned by the inside of the Daoist sect, Mu Zhengrong has been able to enter and exit the Zangtian Pass without any hindrance."

"Is it broken?" Yuan Wuxiang frowned unhappyly: "It doesn't matter, he doesn't care about his reputation, and he doesn't want to rein in the precipice, so let him go, the forces inside the forest prison will soon be reshuffled, Mu Zhengrong is troublesome..."

"Young master, my subordinates suggested that Mu Zhengrong be thrown to Beizong, and Tired Shoutian belongs to Beizong. Now that he is being targeted, Beizong definitely has no reason to do nothing."

"Yang Qianche?" Yuan Wuxiang's eyes were a little tangled, and it is the most appropriate way to hand over Mu Zhengrong to Yang Qianche, but if Yang Qianche really kills Mu Zhengrong, Beizong will definitely meet Embarrassment to Daoxuan's lineage...

"Forget it, let's use me as bait to lure him and Sen Prison to attack me. Daoxuan will have nothing to say when he is killed."

"Young Master, this is too dangerous. If you want to use Young Master as bait, I suggest that Young Master inform Beibei Xiu to join forces with him to avoid unnecessary crisis."

"This subordinate also agrees with Liu Fengcui's suggestion, please think again, Young Master."

"Liu Fengcui, you have been here since you recovered from your injury, are you used to living here?"

"Thank you for saving my life, Young Master, it is very good for me to be here."

"Saving you is just a matter of convenience."

"Young Master, you don't have to care about it, but you have to repay the kindness you receive."

"If Mu Zhengrong died at the hands of Beibei Xiu, Daoxuan would definitely not let him go easily."

"Would it be easy for Daoxuan to let him go?"

"Without the friendship of the same way, it's just a matter of raising your hands to deal with Daoxuan."

"This...Since this is the case, I invite Young Master Yun to go out with Young Master."

"Whatever you want." Yuan Wuxiang waved his hands indifferently, and suddenly asked his shadow detective, "Has Mu Zhengrong ever come into contact with Po Rushuang?"

"Never."

That's it... Yuan Wuxiang Ji's eyes suddenly moved, and he quickly wrote three letters: "Send these two letters to Po Rushuang, and this one to Cuihuan Mountain."

"Yes, my subordinates retire."

"Master, do you really want to unite Po Rushuang and Su?"

"Liu Fengcui, Yuan Wuxiang is not your beautiful northern beauty, Su Zhenzhen is fine, as for Soul Rushuang... You said union is too nice, the exact word should be use."

"use?"

"The things that Mu Zhengrong did to get rid of tiredness and reap the sky have become very popular. It is impossible for Po Rushuang not to have heard about it, so I asked her to join me in setting up a situation for Mu Zhengrong."

"Bureau?"

"Yes, a soul like frost will be willing to cooperate with my situation, and Mu Zhengrong will definitely cut me off in order to weaken the shock and even confuse the tired mind."

"Since it is willing, how can it be used?"

"Ha, I'm afraid that some people will not think so when they know it in the future, but it doesn't matter..." Yuan Wuxiang brushed the heart ring on his skirt, his eyes were full of twilight without a trace of light, for a person who was not good For a person who knows how many days are left to live, even the time it takes to complete one thing is a luxury, let alone time-consuming to get others to forgive?What's more, since he has calculated, he doesn't need any forgiveness!

"Your Excellency is Dongjun Mu Zhengrong?"

"Well? Who are you?"

"Soul Rushuang, Dong Jun has a business to come here for a while." After speaking, a letter flew out from his hand.

"En?" After receiving the letter, Mu Zhengrong opened it for a while to observe, and then his eyes fell on Po Rushuang again. At this time, his cold and sharp pupils were full of scrutiny and judgment: "Let's just say what you want."

"It's impossible for me to give the Wahuang Jing Linggong to Yuan Wuxiang."

"If you refuse, it won't be difficult for you to be a person without a homeland, right?"

"What kind of person is Yuan Wuxiang?" Po Rushuang sneered: "I have a hatred of exterminating the clan and killing brothers with Yuan Wuxiang, and he will put me to death again and again. If I make a move, I'm afraid that there is no one in our Tianqiang clan now."

"If that's the case, why did Yuan Wuxiang ask you to ask for it in a handwritten letter?"

"You're nothing more than that." With a cold look at Mu Zhengrong, Po Rushuang pulled the letter back from Mu Zhengrong's hand with a condensed palm, turned around and left.