Cultivate with an African God

The gray-clothed swordsman threw his sword across the table, casually poured the cold water that had been in the pot for an unknown amount of time into a bowl, and pushed it to them.

His words are like this bowl of dry tea leaves floating in cold water.

"I went to Ziwuhai this time with three or five monks. Song Lv was one of them. Since you have a good relationship with junior brothers, you should know that we have some prejudices against Daoxiu. But Song Lv But I can’t be picky, there are small sects in our group, there are loose cultivators, and there are sword cultivators like me, he coordinated from them, and we never had any disputes along the way,” the gray-clothed swordsman sighed, "His cultivation base is very high, and his powerful spells are rare among his peers, but... the purple mist sea is not what we expected. It is more like a thing from another world. Facing the giant beast in the sea, we have been waiting for a long time. The battle was over, and he was on the verge of desperation. Later, he made a bold move and poured out all his true energy, and the sound of the piano resounded through the sea of ​​purple mist... However, he still failed to defeat the giant beast, and instead he was thrown into the sea of ​​purple mist..."

The gray-clothed swordsman paused when he said this, closed his eyes, and continued to narrate: "...At the critical moment, it was a little Taoist cultivator who made a critical breakthrough and defeated the giant beast. Then we knocked down the giant beast together. There is no longer any trace of Song Law in the sea of ​​purple mist. It is necessary to know that the beasts in the sea are more ferocious than those on the surface of the sea. I am afraid that there will be no bones left after entering. I have been searching for a day, but I still found nothing."

Mu Xinghe touched the cup, it was cold.

It was hard for him to believe that Song Lu died so easily. Song Lu in his heart had always been calm and unhurried. How could he die like a small player in someone else's heroic story? Even with such efforts, he could not reverse the situation.

The gray-clothed swordsman saw Mu Xinghe's hesitation, and said bluntly: "If you don't believe me, I can make an oath of cause and effect here. If a sentence is false, the heart of the sword will fail on the spot."

Before Mu Xinghe could push back, he had already raised his hand and made an oath.A weak zhenqi connects the past and the future, and then suddenly dissipates.His sword was raised and lowered, and there was a dull sound when it fell on the table-it really is the style of a sword repairer!

Mu Xinghe smiled, and said: "I just know that I will definitely report this to the sect. After all, there must be some physical evidence to report to the sect. I don't know what the situation is in Ziwuhai. Can I go there?"

The gray-clothed swordsman said indifferently: "After we left, the sea of ​​purple mist dissipated, and everyone on the shore said that they had never seen it in this area again. Wait for a few days, and someone from the sword sect will go there searched."

So Mu Xinghe waited for the news from Ziwuhai in the Sword Sect, but he didn't get the news, but he waited for something.

That's half a piano.

Mu Xinghe's heart, which was already half cold, is now half cold again. He has never seen Song Lu use a magic weapon, but this broken magic weapon does indeed have the breath of that senior brother, and the feeling of being unowned and yet It was quite similar when he was holding Lin Li's relic.

Mu Xinghe knew that the matter had come to an end and he didn't need to stay, so he thanked that senior brother, and said goodbye to Zhong Zijin, telling him not to think about recovery, and went to see Liji.

Shang Chuiyu seemed to have been waiting for him for a long time, before he knocked on the door, the girl had already opened it forcefully.

Seeing Shang Chuiyu's appearance, he sighed and handed the half of the qin to her.Shang Chuiyu was taken aback when he saw Qin, his hands were almost trembling, but he still proficiently probed into his true energy to check the structure.

"You—put it away," a moment later, Shang Chuiyu had finished checking, pushed the Qin to him, and said after a moment of hesitation, "Forget it, give it to me."

She sat on the bed and plucked the strings of the qin twice. The qin was broken and the strings were scattered. It is impossible for such a qin to play sound.So she was stunned, put the qin aside again, and said: "This qin is his natal magic weapon. Back then, I was far inferior to refining the weapon. He insisted on me watching it. He originally thought of a feather called Wan Gu Yun Xiao, I couldn't say it well, so he obeyed me and named this piano 'Cangyu Yunyan Qin'..."

She closed her mouth again in the middle of her words, stared at the piano for a while, then sighed slightly, and said: "Why bother all of you... Those who seek opportunities from desperate situations will eventually perish. A day in a desperate situation. Take it."

Then she handed Qin over to Mu Xinghe as if she had no attachment, and never looked at it again.Mu Xinghe took the piano, but Shang Chuiyu ignored him and went straight to her underground workshop.

Mu Xinghe stood blankly for a while, put away the half of the piano, closed the door, and left Shang Chuiyu's residence.

In fact, Shang Chuiyu's reaction can basically conclude that the news of Song Lu's death is true. Shang Chuiyu should be Song Lu's friend--not a good relationship, and he would not invite an unfinished weapon refiner when his natal magic weapon is not yet completed. Visiting, it is not a good relationship and will not casually introduce your juniors to ask the other party for help. People with a temper like Shang Chuiyu will not accept the juniors introduced by the other party if they are not in a good relationship, and even allow the other party from time to time. Go straight to the door and bother.

However, Shang Chuiyu's reaction was not too violent, as if she had gotten used to such an outcome, and seemed to accept Song Lv's ending naturally.

The avenue is difficult, and some people will fall in the end.

Mu Xinghe ran nonstop to Yunfu's clubhouse in Jianliji. The ordinary middle-aged man was still waiting in the clubhouse. When he saw Qin, he nodded and presented a messenger talisman to fly to Yunfu.Knowing that Mu Xinghe was about to go back to Yunfu, and there was no teleportation circle here, he gave instructions and sent Mu Xinghe back to Yunfu with ease.

When he returned to Yunfu, it was already cold, and he saw some small servants walking on the mountain path, delivering this year's winter clothes to the disciples.

The forests in the mountains of Yunfu are all dyed, and the ground is full of fallen leaves. When people walk on the road, the fallen leaves make a slight cracking sound.As soon as the autumn wind passed, some trees were blown to nothing but bare branches, and the leaves fell on Mu Xinghe's head.

Mu Xinghe found the deacon disciple who was in charge of the disciple roster among the fallen leaves all over the mountain, and went to present Song Lu's piano as a relic and proof, and told him everything he knew.

The other party was silent for a moment, opened the disciple list, and dust drifted out with his movements, only to see that Song Lu's name had lost the connection of true energy, and the handwriting was almost invisible. However, unlike the previous layer of pale gold, this time the plated color is as deep black as a dark night.

And Mu Xinghe noticed that there were already many people with such black names on the opened page of the roster.

The deacon disciple closed the pages of the book, and suddenly said: "Back then...Song Lv asked us if it was because he was too conservative that it was always difficult to break through. Unexpectedly, he died this time, but it was because he made a rash advance once in a lifetime."

"On the line of life and death, chances are hard to tell," the deacon disciple sighed, "The way is difficult, even the Yunfu Sect can't ask for justice from God's will."

Mu Xinghe witnessed the process of a person's death amidst the fallen leaves and the sound of the wind.The name on the paper changed from gold to dim, and then from dim to deep black, as black as a long night that could not wake up.Then with a slight sigh, the roster was closed, and the existence of this person was slowly lost in people's memory.

Mu Xinghe remembered that there was another senior brother who was very close to Song Lawyer brother, and wondered what would happen if he found out about Song Lv's death, was it like this? Did you sigh as expected, and then move on?

Probably because of the weather, when Mu Xinghe returned to Yunfu this time, he didn't have the same joy and peace of mind as returning home last time, and his mood was like the sky covered with clouds above his head.

Mu Xinghe didn't go back home directly, he turned around and went to Duxiu Building to exchange some materials, he needed to refine another magic weapon to assist his breakthrough.Sitting in the Duxiu Tower was the girl he had met the first time he went there, but it seemed that she never remembered such a small person as him.

When he left Duxiu Tower, he unexpectedly met Ying Juexiao. Ying Juexiao seemed to be thinner than when he met him before, and the festive feeling of drawing a doll back then was much weaker.However, the popularity is quite good. When I go to Duxiu Building, there are friends in twos and threes for company.

He recognized Mu Xinghe first, but when Mu Xinghe greeted him, he was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to respond.

"...Are you dying?"

Mu Xinghe didn't expect this person to be the first one in the Yunfu faction to tell him that he was terminally ill. He looked at Ying Juexiao's internal energy, but it was just now that his pulse had just condensed.Mu Xinghe didn't answer Ying Juexiao's question directly, and instead cared about another person who entered the inner gate at the same time as them: "Where's Ren Jing?"

At this time, it was the people around Ying Juexiao who happily replied: "Brother Ren has gone on a trip, and when he went down the mountain, Uncle Zhao gave him a middle-grade magic weapon!"

Mu Xinghe nodded—it turned out that Ying Juexiao was taking care of the younger generation, so he also very naturally assumed the posture of a senior without a teacher: "I won't bother you, senior brother has something to do, everyone Please practice more." Then Shengfeng left with one step.

When he was leaving, he heard a senior brother ask: "Hey, where does this senior brother live?"

"...he doesn't have a master, but lives on a nameless hill in Yunfu." That was Ying Juexiao's voice.

"But that's not..."

Mu Xinghe could no longer hear the voice behind.

It was late at night when Mu Xinghe went back, and today he returned to his hut after many twists and turns.The wilderness is still the wilderness, with no lights at all, but the tree he planted has grown up, and will tremble and drop a few leaves to welcome him in such autumn leaves.

Mu Xinghe refines the magic weapon almost non-stop. The magic weapon is called the soul lamp, which illuminates the soul and cleanses the true energy. It is suitable for assisting disciples who have been invaded by evil things in cultivation. Although Mu Xinghe has no evil spirit, he He took the elixir for forced breakthrough before, although his realm has improved, his true energy may not be as pure as before, and he really needs such a magic weapon to help him break through.

After Mu Xinghe successfully refined, he began to practice in closed doors.About a month later, he reopened the door.The weather outside the door is still cloudy and gloomy, and the cold wind is a bit biter than before. Probably in a few days, it will snow on Yunfu Mountain.

Mu Xinghe put on his winter clothes, walked into the courtyard, and looked at the vast mountains.

This time Mu Xinghe still hasn't made a breakthrough. He can probably feel that his accumulated cultivation should be enough, and he has also vaguely touched the threshold of Jiepo, but there is always a distance from the real Jiepo, no matter how close no.Because he realized that it was useless to think hard, Mu Xinghe stopped his cultivation and decided to go out for a walk.

Mu Xinghe's cultivation has been improving by leaps and bounds all the way, and he can learn everything faster than others. This is the first time he has encountered an obstacle that he can't solve with hard thinking.

In fact, he doesn't need to be attached to whether he has a real soul-forming ability. Cultivation is nothing more than that. If he cultivates more, those things will belong to him, and no matter whether it is a real realm or a false realm, it will not hinder his new skills. and the use of the Onmyoji system.However, his goal is not just to learn and use.

Mu Xinghe was walking slowly in Yunfu Mountain, but he heard some voices.

"That's him! The disciple who colluded with Shen Xiu has indeed broken through to the soul-forming stage!"

"...How did I hear that it was an invasion of demons?"

"Isn't it the evil spirit who seized the body and was reborn? What is he lurking in our Yunfu?"

"—I heard that Brother Song's death is related to him!"

Mu Xinghe turned his head in astonishment.

It was the early winter of cloudy clouds above the Yunfu Mountains.

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