Cultivate with an African God

There was a sudden change at the Lantern Festival, the man was attacked during the sparring session, but he wounded several people with a single sword and then drifted away, as if those betrayals and attacks were nothing more than the breeze and smoke blowing through his sleeves, not worth mentioning .

Everyone was still inexplicably shocked, but they saw someone appearing on the roof, and hurried to catch up, as if shouting something to that person, the person turned his head and froze, unable to see what expression it was, the person who jumped onto the roof But she seemed very happy and walked to his side.

After a long time, someone came back to his senses and murmured: "...that sword is Qingmeng!"

At this time, Mu Xinghe and Shen Xiu had already walked outside the other blocks.

There were not many swordsmen there, and there were no people on the tall buildings. It was still full of lights and shadows, noisy, and a bustling scene.

Mu Xinghe sat down on the bench with a proud face: "Come here, drink as much as you want, I'll treat you today."

Shen Xiu stared at him for a moment, then said in silence for a while: "...have a bowl."

Mu Xinghe was still smiling and nonsense, saying that a big man should be bold and straight to drink from the jug, but he turned around and yelled, calling the waiter to bring the bowl.

This is not a high-end restaurant, but a small street stall. Next to it is a stall selling wonton noodles. The aroma is wafting towards the wine stall. On the other side is a stall selling windmills. A young woman and her child bargained for a long time , no result yet.

After Shen Xiu took a sip of the wine, she said lightly, "That's not elegant."

Mu Xinghe muttered, "You have a heavy burden as an idol", but he didn't drink directly from the spout, and took a sip along with it.Mu Xinghe called for the strongest wine at the beginning, but the taste of the wine was really not good, it was choking and spicy, and he hardly returned the sweetness. It was worse than what he and Zhong Zijin drank before. No comments, just drink like water.

Shen Xiu didn't speak, but Mu Xinghe didn't want to stand in the cold, squinted his eyes and smiled, and said: "Actually, I didn't call you because of you, it's really—my friend, you don't know, just pour a glass, I can't drink with him, but drinking alone makes me feel very sad, so I have to find you."

Shen Xiu listened quietly, then suddenly smiled at him.Mu Xinghe was a little dazed because of this abrupt smile, but Shen Xiu raised his hand to pour himself a glass of wine, raised his head and drank it, he saw Shen Xiu's sleeve slipped slightly because of this movement, revealing a beautiful wrist Come.

Then he pointed at the bottom of the bowl to Mu Xinghe.Mu Xinghe was naturally not to be outdone, so he followed suit with a bowl.

A long time ago, Mu Xinghe could strike up a conversation with a strange man by handing him a cigarette.Having a cigarette is a way for men to get closer, and drinking together is a way to try to let go of our guard.

Mu Xinghe drank a bowl of wine, the wine was too low-quality, his lungs burned a little bit, he felt a little choked up in his throat, so he tried to use words to resolve it: "Hey, boss, I still think you are not suitable to be a monster , others say you are cruel and cruel, but I think you are really kind and soft."

Shen Xiu was not very angry when he heard the words, he poured some wine for himself, but his attention didn't seem to be on the wine, his eyes had the color of glass under the shadow of the lights: "Actually, it's normal for us to forget each other over the years, as long as But as long as I remember one thing, no matter whether he comes or not, or what happens, I will keep the promise."

Mu Xinghe looked up at Shen Xiu.Shenxiu wine probably drank a few bowls intermittently, and there was a little blush on the face. Taking advantage of the light of different brightness cast by the lanterns hanging all over the street, leaving shadows of different depths, in the night of the floating lanterns, Shen Xiu sat there, half of her side face under the shadow of the lamp looked like a dream.Shen Xiu still spoke in the same cold and indifferent manner as before, but his expression seemed to soften a little after drinking too much, and he even vaguely felt that he was smiling a little, which made Mu Xinghe not used to it—perhaps the gentle love in the legend Senior brother Shen Xiu, who was joking, must be like this.

Mu Xinghe was still thinking wildly, but Shen Xiu suddenly smiled again.

"There are very few people in the world who can seek revenge for justice instead of self-interest. They are better alive than dead." Shen Xiu poured himself a bowl of wine, but his tone was casual, but his movements were sudden As soon as it changed, the bowl was lifted, and the wine suddenly splashed out——

The wine seemed to be cool, and there was still a little white mist in this autumn night, and it hit the head and face of the approaching stall boy!

Seeing this momentum, the guy was terrified, and wanted to say something, but he saw the wine splashing on his face, hissing, and a mist evaporating, but when the wine dripped down his cheeks and stained his heavy clothes, the man His face faded with the flow of water, but it changed from an immature and young boy's face to another.

The man's true face was revealed, and the expression of fear was suppressed. There was chaos behind him, and black air rolled and unfolded from behind him, and finally formed a door of chaos, and strands of black air leaked out from the door of chaos. , Mu Xinghe couldn't breathe.

The feeling of cultivation suppression was extremely uncomfortable, but the most terrifying thing was that that person never planned to target Mu Xinghe, he was always staring at Shen Xiu, and the realm suppression brought to Mu Xinghe was so heavy.

The man stared at Shen Xiu, and shouted in a low voice: "You killed my master, you almost slaughtered my whole family, yet you dare to show up in broad daylight!"

Shen Xiu was still holding the bowl, and looked at him calmly from the side of the bowl, and said in a clear voice, "Who is your master?"

However, the man spoke not to avenge his grievances, but to divert Shen Xiu's attention - the black air behind him continued to expand, and then dark clouds covered Shen Xiu's body, and suddenly sharp thorns burst out of the ground, his fingers turned into claws , attacking Shenxiu——

In fact, all the changes are within the span of a finger, if Mu Xinghe is to deal with this situation, he will be injured no matter how he calculates, but since the person sitting in front of him is Shen Xiu, he has no fear and sees how Shen Xiu handles it.

Shen Xiu turned her wrist, and the empty bowl flew out. The bowl suddenly shattered into powder in the air and scattered into the dark clouds. Suddenly, the turbid air of the dark clouds was swept away and fell to the ground. With a weight of ten thousand jun, it fell to the ground, suppressing the sharp thorns on the ground.

The man's tricks were easily dispelled by Shen Xiu, but he didn't panic, and still attacked Shen Xiu, his nails suddenly stretched infinitely, turned into black spikes, and grabbed Shen Xiu's shoulder.

Suddenly, there was black air on Shen Xiu's shoulders, as if being pulled out, but he retracted again. At the same time, the person was counterattacked by some unknown force, and bounced back heavily, falling to the ground, and the seat fell down.

"Whether you so-called master or master, or you, the innate true magic spectrum doesn't recognize it. It's a pity that you didn't even see it before you died."

The black mist and turbid air had all dissipated, Shen Xiu was dressed in white, but the mole at the corner of her eye was red and strangely red.

He killed one person instantly, as if nothing had happened.

Mu Xinghe was very obedient, as soon as the pressure dissipated, he asked the boss to bring another bowl.The boss was so scared by this sudden change that his face turned pale. He did what Mu Xinghe said.

Mu Xinghe filled Shen Xiu with wine, and handed it over graciously: "Boss, you have worked hard, and my younger brother will bring you tea and water."

Shen Xiu accepted his hospitality calmly, and took a sip lightly.He looked at the bright moon hanging above his head, bright and clear, no matter how bright the moonlight was, it couldn't get rid of the coldness of the moonlight, Shen Xiu looked at the lonely moon and said: "Because I am strong enough, so I am suitable."

These words were nonsensical, but Mu Xinghe quickly understood what he was talking about.

Mu Xinghe said earlier that he is not suitable to be this kind of monster, he is too tolerant, and he doesn't seem to enjoy killing and doing evil.

And Shen Xiu's answer is that because he is strong enough, he is suitable.

Mu Xinghe was about to say something, but he saw a little girl bouncing over with a windmill made of four-color colored paper in her hand, the bell around her waist was jingling, and a young woman was anxiously and angrily walking behind. Then, he seemed to be saying something like don't mess around.

Mu Xinghe put down the bowl and looked at it with his chin resting.

"Uncle, brother," the little girl's voice was crisp, and she smiled brightly at them, "I know you can see through me, so I won't say anything."

Her cheeks were bulging, and she blew on the windmill in her hand with all her strength.

When the windmill turns, the colors of the colorful windmills change, making people fall into a trance with just one glance.At the same time, Mu Xinghe felt a breeze from the kite, mixed with countless voices.

It was endless wailing, accompanied by holy and magnificent singing——

"Take refuge in the kingdom of heaven, the eternal hometown..."

However, the windmill suddenly broke, and the windmill fell to the ground, losing its brilliance and disappearing without a trace. However, after a while, Mu Xinghe suddenly saw two circles of the same colored small windmills hanging in the midair around him.A gust of wind blew by, and the windmills spun one after another, bringing out infinite wind, blowing from all directions.

In this wind, Mu Xinghe was not affected in any way. On the contrary, he felt how the aura of heaven and earth flowed, how it was dispersed into several paths, and how it was divided into wind, carrying the noise of the air with the sense of silence. Together they turned into a force of oppression, surging with endless true power to bring up the dust and sand on the ground, covering the entire world.

Just now Shen Xiu's method was too mysterious, he couldn't understand it, but this time he understood Shen Xiu's method.

It was a very simple technique for Shen Xiu, it was called Fengjue Bikong Jue, that technique came from Yunfu's inheritance, and Mu Xinghe could also use it.Because Mu Xinghe understands and can use it, the shock to him is extraordinary.

Shen Xiu's zhenqi is of course deep, and his control is of course subtle.

However, for Mu Xinghe, the point is not here.Shen Xiuxin used this technique with ease, with a leisurely attitude, as if those breezes that swept thousands of miles were originally here and should be here.

That way of art is so natural, it is so comfortable to use, and it is perfectly combined with the air of heaven and earth, there is nothing wrong with it.Mu Xinghe has never used such a spell, and has never used a spell like this.For him, the use of spells is the last calculation of the unknowns in the equation, because the so in it is just a means to deal with the enemy, even the simplest Xiao Qingfeng Jue is because he needs it, so it will appear.

However, Shen Xiu is different, the technique seems to dissolve in his blood, his breath, the way of the technique, coexists with him, he enjoys the technique, and the technique also belongs to him.

——This is the realm of Shen Xiu's technique!

Mu Xinghe doesn't understand swordsmanship, so no matter what swordsmanship Shen Xiu uses, Mu Xinghe will only think it is very powerful and good-looking, but it is only very powerful and good-looking. Shocked, unable to recover for a long time.

"Use an immature child as a flesh and blood substitute, old mother Yin Ji, you are not afraid of shortening your life."

But Mu Xinghe was in a trance, the little girl in front of him had disappeared.What remained was a pale young woman with a dull expression, like a clay puppet.

The young woman slowly raised her sleeves and started giggling. Her movements were extremely stiff, and her laughter was even more strange: "Lord Linyuan, what are you talking about? We have always won the longevity of our gods by ourselves. , who can beat me? I am not as good as you, see you next time."

Before she finished speaking, the person disappeared, leaving only a small puppet in place.

Shen Xiu raised her eyes slightly, those windmills seemed to have lost their support, and fell to the ground one after another, with colored paper all over the place.

Mu Xinghe looked around and complained: "You say you, why are there so many enemies, it's not easy to drink."

Shen Xiu smiled slightly - this person was very sober after drinking, but somehow he likes to laugh, he smiles so beautifully, Mu Xinghe feels that it is more normal to smile less.Shen Xiu's tone is still normal, but less cold than usual: "I showed up in front of so many people, so naturally some people can guess my identity. Knowing my identity, some people will naturally want to take the opportunity to trouble me, It is impossible for you not to think of this, knowing that you may be in deep crisis, but insisting on buying me a drink, is always bold."

Mu Xinghe also laughed when he heard the words, Shen Xiu is really a very comfortable person to get along with, he doesn't need to say anything, in fact Shen Xiu understands everything.Mu Xinghe shook his bowl, and the liquid was stirring in the bowl: "Where are you going, you have made so many enemies for no reason, don't you know how to be kind to others?"

Shen Xiu slightly lowered his eyes, the moonlight fell into the wine, and the wine was reflected in his eyes again with the moonlight, the water was bright.

"I don't have any friendship with them at all. It's just that one wants to try the innate magic spectrum, and the other wants to snatch the holy bone of Dongji." Shen Xiu put down the wine, his sword was originally on the table, but now he picked it up, he Wei Wei draws out the sword, there is a leisurely dragon chant, "Seeking revenge is mostly for what is on me, but there are other things..."

Before Shen Xiu finished speaking, Mu Xinghe noticed someone walking towards them.It was a white-clothed swordsman with a youthful face, and his body was as sharp as a sword that had been sharpened for a long time.

The white-clothed swordsman was ten steps away from him, but he was already drawing his sword. That sword should also be a famous sword, extremely sharp and dazzling. The tip of the sword pointed straight at Shen Xiu without fear.

"Mr. Linyuan, you bully your master, destroy your ancestors, and kill innocent people indiscriminately. Now that you have appeared in front of people, I, Xuanshuo Sect, Song Mingluan, will not allow you to continue your arrogance!"

Half of Shen Xiu's words were interrupted, but Mu Xinghe became interested and observed patiently.That person is actually only at the level of the soul refining stage or the soul forming stage, although he is indeed much higher than Mu Xinghe, but of course he is not enough to look good in front of the boss.

Just why did he dare to stand in front of the boss?

The man's face was actually pale, and the sword was trembling a little, but he was still holding the sword, using his own swordsmanship every move. When he fought, he was knocked back three times.

However, he was in such a mess, yet he had no intention of retreating, and walked up step by step, stubbornly trying to find Shen Xiu's dead spot.

Because of this change, there were more and more people around, talking about something, looking at the swordsman in white with admiration.

Mu Xinghe suddenly understood that the conditions are actually the same - if he had that motive, maybe he would try to do the same. After all, before that, even if Shen Xiu was ambushed, he would have let You Shaobei go, and even stayed behind. I wrote a sentence.If you read it carefully, you will naturally know that he doesn't hate those upright people.

If he wanted to be famous, he might want to take a gamble, betting that Shen Xiu would not kill him, then even if he was seriously injured, he would still have a good reputation of being upright and able to survive many moves under Shen Xiu's sword.

Mu Xinghe stroked his chin and thought, the boss is still too gentle. If it was him, he would definitely use the sword to play with it, which would make him feel very ashamed. Even if he escaped, he would not want to admit that it was him.

When he thought of this, he suddenly saw the boss pull out his sword, countless sword shadows rose from the scabbard with a cold light, and countless sword rains fell one after another, piercing into the ground.Sitting on the bench, Mu Xinghe could still feel the sharpness and coldness of the sword.

He seemed to smile when he heard the boss: "This is the Eight Desolation Sword Formation, which locks the souls and traps the souls of the dead. No one can escape. To pay homage to you with the Eight Desolation Sword Formation should be an acceptable ending for a young hero like you." gone."

The swordsman stiffened his neck when he heard the front, as if he wanted to say something, but then he seemed to feel the killing intent, his face turned pale, and even the sword fell to the ground, making a loud clang.His hands were also trembling, he took out the talisman paper, the talisman paper burned into a cloud of green smoke, and disappeared wrapped around him.

Mu Xinghe suddenly understood, and said with a smile: "Didn't you say that no one can escape?"

Shen Xiu said indifferently: "I lied to him."

Shen Xiu's voice was very clear, and when it reached the crowd, there was a burst of laughter, as if mocking the way that person panicked just now.

"This kind of thing is probably for the sake of fame and gain?" Mu Xinghe saw that the boss had finished his work, and immediately handed in his homework.

Shen Xiu looked outside.It was still full of lanterns and noisy.The whole world is in the warm yellow light, the breath of the world.

"Everyone in the world is like this, and I was naive too." Shen Xiu raised the tile bowl, and there was a slight sound of water, respecting him from a distance, "Maybe it's still like this now."

This was Shen Xiu's first toast to him, they had been drinking separately before, Mu Xinghe understood that this action, the boss might want to leave.

Mu Xinghe returned a bowl full and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go for a stroll," Shen Xiu's figure was immersed in the lights, with a different kind of softness, and his expression was also very soft, the shimmer in his eyes was like the lights waiting for the wanderers to return home at night, "here The lantern market is very good."

Mu Xinghe nodded, he knew that their meeting would have a different date, and he couldn't stay with Shen Xiu for too long - after all, Zhong Zijin and the others were left behind by him and had not explained their past, and after all, they were people from two worlds, but This meeting was really much better than he had imagined, and he had no regrets.

In fact, after this night, their friendship was not that deep, it was just two jars of bad wine and a few simple words.But Mu Xinghe is willing to let go of his resistance and take the initiative to stop the person he has always kept a respectful distance from in his heart, and the person who has always looked indifferent as if he has nothing to worry about stops and waits for him, then everything is different.

He didn't know when and where they would clash again because of the system or because of the sect, but up to now, it was not bad to have two jars of wine for one night.

Mu Xinghe wanted to pay the bill, but Shen Xiu stood up first and handed a huge spirit stone to the trembling wine stall owner: "I'm really sorry for the trouble."

Shen Xiu turned her head slightly, she was still wearing the white dress embroidered with vermilion texture, the long hair gently blowing by the breeze, the clear eyes under the long eyelashes, and the sound like ice and jade clashing.

"If you have time to find the broken sword, you might as well go to the Cangjiang Pavilion, it will be regarded as returning it to the original owner. Also, thank you for the wine."

He saw Shen Xiu smiled slightly at him.

After all, Mu Xinghe rarely felt that he was wrong.

He felt that Shen Xiu was not suitable to be that kind of villain, because he was neither vicious nor unfeeling.

However, Shen Xiu is very suitable, not because he is strong enough to deal with any problems, but because, even though he has been betrayed by his friends for many years and surrounded by a lot of hostility, he can still calmly remember that the lanterns here are very beautiful. OK, he wants to go shopping.

At this moment, Mu Xinghe recalled what the headmaster said earlier.

"His mind is free."

The author has something to say:

Thank you Mo Chuxie for the landmine~boo~