Jing Zun caressed those eyebrows and said with a smile, "Can't sleep?"

"Ah."

"I do not go."

"That can't sleep either."

"Then..." Jing Zun looked out the window, he was actually a little worried, wondering if Mu Lin had discovered him right now.

If he finds him, how can Ah Zhu be his opponent, and he absolutely does not want Ah Zhu to take risks for him.

But there is no other way for the time being, so he decided to ask the doubting thing first: "Why are you suddenly afraid..." Fearing that the three words "eternal light" would also frighten Ah Zhu, he changed his words, "Why are you afraid?" Those lights?"

Sure enough, Ah Zhuo tightened his arms, buried his head deeper, and curled up in his arms: "My brother said..."

He talked about the shark corpse oil, and then said: "I went to the library to check, and there is indeed a record, that's how the lamp was made." He remembered that there were detailed pictures and texts in the book, and couldn't help shivering.

Jing Zun was silent for a moment.

A Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, then looked up at him: "You know?" His expression changed drastically, he pushed away Jing Zun's chest and was about to get off the bed.

Jing Zun quickly hugged him: "Listen to me first."

A Zhuo looked at him tremblingly: "You... you say."

He hugged him tighter again: "That lamp was indeed made in this way before, but it was all canceled later. The long...the lamps you see now are all specially synthesized by Danxiu. Refined from the same material, its shape is similar, but it is definitely not. No one in the formal alchemy would dare to do this. Maybe...there are still some on the black market, but it must be very few. All walks of life will inspect it. Your brother has already It has not been a thousand years since the world has changed a lot, and he probably doesn't know it well."

"Really?"

"I'm not lying to you." Jing Zun looked at him with lowered eyebrows. In fact, he could still find the difference after pouring out the candle oil from the ever-burning lamp, but they probably didn't dare to take a closer look.

Ah Zhuo calmed down, no matter what else, at least he and Zhao Yanshan could reconcile.

But he still has a lot of things he dare not say, for example, the mermaid tribe has been released, for example, the disciples of Mount Zhaoyan are all fake now, and he doesn't know where the real disciples are.

And what Jiang Xuexing said to him, he wanted to say it, but stopped at the edge of his mouth, thinking for a while, the senior brother is no longer cultivated, he must become strong to protect the senior brother, and then thinking, will the senior brother be like this? Blame him, would you like to be with him.

But in the end, he couldn't get around it. He stared at Jing Zun in a daze, and thought over and over again: [So what if Brother Zong blames me, as long as I can protect him well, I will never let him get hurt again, so what if I don't want to be with me? , I... Can't I force him to stay by my side? I won't let him go. Can he go? Yes, he can't disappear anymore. I want to trap him by my side, right here at Luoyue Peak, no , Trapped in the Demon Clan, no no, it’s still here, there are too many people in the Demon Clan, I’m the only one who can see it...]

Jing Zun could hear these words clearly, and he knew all the things he didn't say.

He also knew where Zhao Yanshan's disciple was hidden, but if he couldn't be rescued now, it's better not to tell Ah Zhuo.

He gently caressed Ah Zhuo's back, watching the demon around him sometimes bright and sometimes dim, and then looked down to see him looking at him, his eyes were sometimes crimson and sometimes clear.

He said softly, "Sleep for a while, okay?"

Aju still refused to close his eyes.

He laughed again: "The Jade Halberd is my shelter now, as long as it's in your hands, I won't be able to go far."

Hearing this, A Zhuo turned over and got out of bed, hurriedly picked up the halberd on the table and hugged it in his arms, and quickly lay down again.

Jing Zun: "..."

"It's kind of embarrassing," he said.

Ah Zhuo put the thing on the other side and pressed half of his body on it. FBJQ finishing

He was helpless: "Then don't you think chromium?"

"do not think so."

He shook his head, stroked Ah Zhuo's shoulder, told him to face himself, picked up the Pathfinder and put it under the bed, and quickly blocked the hand that was going to pick it up: "It has no legs."

"Can……"

"It's almost dawn, sleep for a while, and be obedient." The air pressure of these words was a little lower.

Ah Ju was obedient, buried his head in his chest, and quietly closed his eyes.

At Mu Yun Peak, Mu Lin transformed into Elder Mu Yun and rested here.

He was sitting quietly with his eyes closed, but as if he had sensed something, he suddenly opened his eyes, walked out of the hall with a flick of his sleeves, and flew towards the Luoyue Peak.

Halfway through the journey, he stopped abruptly, and looked towards the foot of the mountain with cold eyes.

At the foot of the mountain, several people were looking at the mountain guard formation in doubt.

Yan E knocked on the big formation, and then hammered the hammer with his fist: "What's the situation, can't get in?"

Xuan Yan also knocked: "It's true that I can't get in."

Changfeng didn't believe in evil: "Give it up, let me knock it away." He went to Yaozu to find his senior brother, and met two people who were sending Elder Xiaoju back on the way, and they came to Zhaoyan Mountain together on the same road.

As he spoke, he took a few steps back, clapped his hands like a sprint, and ran forward at a faster speed, and then... staggered and dodged in, rushed forward for a long time before stopping, and looked back in confusion: "You can come in." Then he walked out again, "There is no obstacle." Then he walked in, "There is no obstacle."

He jumped up and down: "I'm out, I'm in again, I'm out again."

Yan E and Xuan Yan gritted their teeth: "You are great."

would love to fight!

Xiao Ju also tried to walk forward, but there was also no hindrance.

Seeing this, the demon king and ghost king had to recognize a reality: "We are no longer disciples of Zhaoyan Mountain, so we can't go up the mountain at will."

The two sighed for a while: "That excludes us."

But Xuan Yan thought about it again: "When I come back to invite Uncle Xiaoju, I can still go up. I'm still staying here for a few days."

Chang Feng nodded: "Yes, the old master's house has been taken by a new disciple, and he lives with me. Everyone welcomes him, and Master didn't say anything."

"This big formation should be revised again." Xiao Ju said, "Outsiders are not allowed to enter at will. It is understandable to be strict."

I thought it was the same, but somehow felt that something was wrong.

Now that he has reached the foot of the mountain, Chang Feng said: "Senior Brother, Ghost King, you can come here, I will send Master Uncle to Luoyue Peak."

Xiaoju coughed lightly: "I won't be a waste to go to Mount Zhaoyan and still be unable to find a home."

"If he wants to send it off, ask him to." Xuan Yan said, and then kowtowed together with Yan E: "Respectfully send off Master Uncle."

Changfeng asked Xiaoju to go forward, and when he lowered his head and saw the keel knife in his hand, he hurried back: "Brother, I'll take it all the way for you, it's very heavy."

Xuan Yan took it resentfully, didn't he, almost forgot when it was the end.

Then they walked into the barrier of the formation, and they disappeared. Only the two people outside looked at each other: "From now on, this division will be a place we can never go back to."

They couldn't help being melancholy, felt sad for a while, and then advised each other: "We didn't do many good things in this school before. Most of the time we were fighting and bullying classmates, and we didn't have any good memories. Forget it, let's go." let's go..."

Chang Feng and Xiao Ju were walking on the mountain, it was very late at this time, and they didn't meet many disciples along the way, there was no moon tonight, and the lamps on both sides cast shadows on the ground.

He grabbed Xiaoju's sleeve, looked around uneasily as he walked: "It's a bit strange."

"how?"

"On weekdays, some disciples would sneak out for a private meeting taking advantage of the quietness of the night. How come there are no couples today?"

Xiao Ju frowned: "Private meeting?"

Chang Feng was taken aback, and said with a sneer, "Have a private meeting to discuss studies."

"I will believe it?" Xiao Ju glared at him, "Don't you think I don't understand?" He walked forward with a flick of his sleeves, and said as he walked, "Let the head teacher take care of it."

Changfeng Diandian caught up: "Uncle Shi Shishu, if you are so reasonable, you can do it. Didn't you say that you understand, so you should be considerate? It's human nature, which one is truly desireless? ..."

Xiaoju snorted a few times, Chang Feng pleaded again, and walked all the way to the teaching hall, suddenly there was a person standing on the road, under the shadow of the lamp, his clothes turned over, the wind blew the lamp and shook, lengthening the shadow on the ground.

Chang Feng was startled, and was about to draw his sword, when he saw the man turn around, he squinted his eyes, stroked his heart and let out a sigh of relief: "Elder Mu Yun."

Elder Mu Yun has always been unsmiling, and doesn't talk much to his disciples. Chang Feng didn't go to Mu Yun Peak every day except seeing him in class. He didn't recognize him when he saw his back, so he hurriedly saluted: "See Master."

Later, I wanted to ask my uncle why you were standing at the crossroads pretending to be a ghost so late, but it was not very polite to ask, so he could only mutter a few words in his heart, and saluted again: "The disciple has just returned from working with the uncle. If the master has no other instructions, then..." He suddenly raised a sleeve in front of him and interrupted his words.

Xiao Ju raised his hand to block in front of him: "He is not Elder Mu Yun."

"Then he..."

"You go down the mountain first, and go find your senior brother." Xiao Ju pushed him and looked at the man quietly.

Chang Feng was still confused, but he made a decisive decision: "Let's run together." He said he was going to pull Xiaoju's arm, but before he touched it, the "Elder Mu Yun" raised his eyes, and he flew up with a "thump", heavily He fell backwards, coughed up large puddles of blood, rolled his eyes, passed out, and rolled down the steps.

Xiao Ju stared at the "Elder Mu Yun" who was slowly approaching, and stepped back step by step.

"Elder Mu Yun" had returned to his original appearance, his green clothes were swinging lightly in the wind, as if the wind was blowing back to snow, and his brows were frosty, full of coldness, he slowly raised his hand, and with a light touch, he grabbed Xiaoju by his side.

Xiaoju struggled and moved, but he lifted his collar from behind: "Are you afraid of me?"

Xiao Ju said: "You set up the barrier that traps Jing Zun in the sand formation."

"you know?"

"It was you who trapped me and the demon king in the demon clan."

"Didn't you still escape?"

Xiaoju gritted his teeth: "I am destined."

"Your fate?" Mu Lin carried him up to the clouds, "If I hadn't stopped in time, you would have already died, and it was the Demon King who had his fate."

He took Xiaoju to Muyun Peak in an instant, the original Elder Muyun's dormitory was far away from the disciples, surrounded by a large lotus pond, it was very quiet and elegant, he still liked it.

Standing firmly on the ground, he cast an enchantment around him, put Xiaoju in the courtyard, and sat on the stone bench in the courtyard and poured a few cups of tea. His anger still couldn't dissipate, and he patted the table angrily: "It's been 1000 years, and it's still built. Ji Qi, what do you usually do?"

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