After picking up the merman junior brother, I was forced to eat soft food

Meng Ximao let go of his hand again, feeling that he could not fight against the immortal.

Shangxian Mu Lin founded Zhaoyan Mountain back then, became the first fairy gate, once led the fairy gate to protect the common people, and later ascended because of the meritorious service of sealing the mermaid.

His deeds are good stories that have been handed down to this day. The rumors will not be groundless, and he also believes that he will not turn black and white. The only immortal who has ascended for thousands of years, at least he once had a heart for the common people.

Even if he didn't allow himself to meet his master, Meng Ximao didn't dare to confront him with swords.

"Perhaps... I shouldn't have delusional thoughts?" He thought, "Master is here to protect the mountain, so he doesn't belong to the world."

He was born in a famous family, born with the best spiritual roots, and was pressed into the mold of a gentle and elegant family son since childhood, and his actions were never out of the ordinary, but they were also dull. His face was covered with a face that was blackened by burns, and it turned out to be grilled fish.

Such eclectic, free-spirited and cuteness is the beginning of his heartbeat.

Later, it fell into deep water, and it was logical.

It's just that he forgot that there is a contract of spiritual favor between the master and the immortal, and he will follow his master to ascension. There is no need to go through the tribulation, and there is no need to advance. As long as the master wants to leave, he can leave at any time.

He walked out with the sword in hand, feeling more and more depressed in his heart.

When Ah Zhuo returned to Zhaoyan Mountain, his heart was also very sad.

He still had to look for that painting, and he couldn't just leave, and the "Mountain and River Map" that trapped the disciples of the immortal sect could only be in the storage room. He tried to take it out, but as soon as he walked outside, the scroll disappeared automatically.

He couldn't take it away, so he made up his mind to guard it at Zhaoyan Mountain.

Shangxian set up an enchantment in Muyun Peak, and he didn't ask about anything, so Ah Zhuo simply stayed at Luoyue Peak, and the two sides did not interfere with each other. To be exact, it was probably Shangxian who did not interfere with him, and he had no ability to interfere anyway. other side.

At this point, he began to wonder whether Shangxian came back just to watch the fun.

Fortunately, there was someone by his side, Jing Zun wiped the Zhitu halberd and said, "He didn't ascend before, so he lived in Muyun Peak."

"Oh, I almost forgot that Zhaoyan Mountain originally belonged to him."

He thought that the Shangxian was occupying the fairy mountain and would not leave, but only then did he realize that he was the dove occupying the magpie's nest.

With what virtue and ability he has, he successively occupied the magpie's nest in the Demon Race and the Immortal Dove.

But in the Demon Race, he has the sweetness, but here he is not so at ease.

Jing Zun said: "These days I want to meditate in the halberd of knowing the way, I can't always come out, you don't have to do anything...just help me protect the law, okay?"

His soul consciousness has been repaired to the last step, and it has to be fused together. The process is complicated, and if he is not careful, all his previous efforts will be wasted, so he can't be distracted, but he is worried about Ah Zhu.

Mu Lin's non-interference with A Zhuo was not because he didn't want to talk to him, but because he guessed or suspected that he was by A Zhuo's side, but he couldn't be sure, so he kept A Zhuo under his nose without making any fuss.

A Zhuo carefully placed the halberd on the table, thought for a while, then took it to the head of the bed and put it next to the pillow, and sat cross-legged beside him: "Okay, what do I need to do?"

Jing Zun smiled: "That's not necessary, you just need to stare at it." He didn't really need a Dharma protector at all, he just found a distraction for Ah Zhuo to do.

"Well, I will keep an eye on it all the time." A Zhuo picked up the Journey Halberd and hugged it in his arms, blinking his bright eyes at him, "Are you going in now, how many days will it take?"

At the same time, he secretly thought in his heart: [What is senior brother cultivating? Isn’t his cultivation base gone? Is he not reconciled and wants to practice his own cultivation base again? How can he convince him that I will really fight me? Whatever I can do to protect him, what he wants, as long as I can do it, I will give it to him. I can do a lot of things now than before. ]

Jing Zun secretly smiled.

I know my Ah Zhuo is very powerful now, but even so, I don't want to eat soft rice.

[Hey, no matter what, if he wants to cultivate, let him do it, as long as he is happy, I will definitely protect him secretly in case of danger in the future, and try not to give him the opportunity to be frustrated. ]

Jing Zun: Uh... just as long as you are happy.

Looking at Ah Zhuo, he felt more and more affectionate and extremely cute.

In fact, Ah Zhuo is very evil, and his obsession is also very deep. It seems that he should go to an evil position, but because of a pure heart, he is twisted back. It is not the scene that twisted him. Zun, Jing Zun was only able to suppress his inner demons, he never went into evil ways, it was all due to his own nature.

Jing Zun has seen him twice, he almost fell into evil ways.

One time was in the Mozu. He succeeded the Demon Lord and obtained the ability to summon the withered dream butterfly for the first time. At that time, Meng Ximao strongly opposed it, saying that he had betrayed his master. Mengdie, but stopped when it was approaching.

The second time was when he returned to Zhaoyan Mountain. On the night when he almost lost his temper, he had a premonition that the plot of the original book would come true. Meng Ximao might be the end of his life. He, but those butterflies went around, but in the end they still didn't let them fly out of the door.

When he was in a trance, the person on the bed also looked at him: [Senior brother, why is he looking at me like this? Does he know what I'm thinking? ]

[No, no, no, absolutely must not let him see what I think. ]

[I don’t think about what I should or shouldn’t. I usually think about it a lot. If senior brother can see it, then I’ll find a crack in the ground and forget it. ] He patted his face, revealing a dignified smile.

Jing Zun smiled and said nothing: I can't see it, I can't see it, I can't see it at all.

He entered the Consciousness Path Halberd and began to fuse the soul consciousness. The soul consciousness that was cut off under the thunder calamity gathered in the dantian one by one, and intertwined with the soul.

If he can integrate smoothly, all his previous cultivation bases will be back. At that time, he can solve the problem, so he has to talk to Mu Lin and ask him what he wants to do.

For the past few days, Ah Zhuo has been holding the halberd of knowledge day and night, and has trouble sleeping and eating.

The taste of missing is really hard.

Of course, he still has some things to do, for example, to find out who put the demons on the sharks.

But there is no way to ask. He originally wanted to ask his senior brother, but he didn't have time.

The bright moon was in the sky, and Luoyue Peak was covered with a quiet brilliance. Even though there were only four people before, they didn't feel deserted, but now there was no one to talk to.

Meng Ximao thought the same way when she walked into Luoyue Peak.

He looked at every place in Zhaoyan Mountain, but he didn't find a single person. He went back to Luoyue Peak anxiously, saw the old man, but felt that it would be better not to see him.

He was heartbroken: "What about such a big immortal sect, and disciples, why is there no one left? What have you done?"

Ah Zhuo walked out of the hall, stood on the steps outside the hall, looked up at the second senior brother who had fallen on the peak.

"They are locked up, and I haven't found a way to untie them yet." He explained truthfully.

"Is it related to you?"

"I..." Ah Zhuo hesitated for a moment, he really couldn't completely put aside the relationship.

Meng Ximao asked in a different way: "Are you serious about recognizing your ancestors and returning to your ancestors, and helping the Yuren?"

"I don't need to recognize my ancestors. I am a mermaid. This is my identity. I have to admit it."

"Yes, this is your identity, but you also have other identities." Meng Ximao said lightly, "You are still a disciple of the Immortal Sect."

Ah Zhuo looked at him quietly, the mountain peak brushed against his sleeve, and the bright moon was behind him.

"You are the prince of the merman and the lord of the demon clan. I can understand that you have a lot of last resort, but I can understand what you have done. I can't understand what you did. How unwilling you are to the merman clan is not the reason to imprison the disciples of the fairy sect. .”

With a sound of "Zheng", the long sword was unsheathed, the light of the sword was cold under the moonlight, Meng Xisubaru fell from the top of the peak, the sword energy pierced through the clear light, and slashed across his neck.

Ah Zhuo dodged sideways, the figure landed beside him, Meng Ximao raised his sword again: "Where are they locked up?"

"The enchantment of "Mountains and Rivers" was sealed by the immortals. It is really difficult for you and me to untie it, and we need to think about it in the long run."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

"Eldest brother said that reckless use of the barrier may harm them."

"Where is the big brother?"

The clear air in the mountains floats and sinks.

Mu Lin got up and was also listening to these words.

Ah Zhuo was silent.

Eldest brother is at a critical moment, one thing more is worse than one thing less, he shook his head: "I don't know, I haven't seen him again after sinking into the sand, this is what he... told me in a dream."

Meng Ximao: "..."

"I shouldn't believe you." Meng Ximao said coldly, "In the past, the Immortal Gate didn't allow you, the head teacher ordered me to come to Luoyue Peak to replace you, I'll come and you go, or you leave me to leave, but Master I am willing to accept you and me at the same time, but now that I think about it, you and I should have chosen one, and we cannot live together."

A Zhuo was slightly stunned.

The protagonist and the villain, at the end, usually only choose one.

He thought it was the plot of replacing the elder brother after succeeding Mozun, but from this point of view, it actually changed from the moment he went to Zhaoyan Mountain.

After all, what should come cannot be avoided.

After all, he had twice thought about making the second senior brother forever trapped in the illusion, and he should ask him to seek justice, which he owed him.

When Meng Xisubaru was gripping the hilt of his sword tightly, he looked down to see if there were any stones on the ground.

Fortunately, Luoyue Peak was cleaned very well.

Then he put the Pathfinder Halberd on the next step, and felt it was not right just after putting it on, shook off the cloak, spread it carefully on the ground, wrapped the things in it patiently, got up again, and waited for the person in front of him.

Even if you can't avoid it, you still have to fight, it's up to you.

The sword energy struck, and the entire Luoyue Peak rolled up in layers of light.

He flicked the hem of his clothes, took half a step back, stretched out his hand to grab the void, light and shadow flashed, holding the Wind Arrow in his hand, he spread his wide sleeves and flew backwards, stepping on a corner of the eaves of the main hall, the white clothes were cold under the moonlight.

Meng Xisubaru also flew to the eaves, and the tip of the sword stabbed straight at his face. He opened his bow and shot an arrow, the white carved arrow glowed with silver light, and collided with the blade of the sword.

The shaft of the arrow was pierced and turned into a stream of light and dissipated. Meng Ximao's sword moved forward again. A Zhuo jumped up in the air. His figure flew under the bright moon. He turned around and shot another arrow. Meng Ximao chased after him. A cross to block the arrow shaft.

The disciples of the immortal sect were all dressed in white, their sword aura was cold, when they collided with the silver-white arrow shafts, the light danced lightly, two figures stepped from the eaves, touched the treetops, and passed through the peak, disturbing the immortal gate The long silence shakes away the mottled moon shadow under the shadow of the trees, disturbing the clear brilliance that has flowed thousands of miles away.

The two fell back to the front of the hall again, their clothes flapping in the wind.

In the Zhitu halberd next to him, Jing Zun could not help but frown when he heard the sound of swords and bows.

"What's going on, the second junior brother and Ah Zhuo are fighting?"