I am a Juggernaut by virtue of my beauty [Transmigration Book]

"Because I am the original owner, I am the Sword Saint Luo Yongzhou, right?"

Luo Yongzhou asked the system.

Then, all the unreasonableness has an explanation.

His repeated name with the original owner, his overly similar appearance, his memory of this life that was said to have been lost due to a serious illness, and his living environment alone, without relatives or reasons.

He also had an explanation for the surprisingly strong empathy and sense of misplacement for the original owner.

When watching the memories of the original owner, Luo Yongzhou was always so familiar and friendly that he felt a sense of trance.

It seems that if he is in the position of the original owner, in this situation, he will make the same choice as the original owner, saying that he has the same things as the original owner, and has the same joys and angers as the original owner.

Because he is Luo Yongri.

The 700 years of recalling the past are all his personal experiences.

A friend he is a friend made.

The teacher's door is the teacher's door for his growth.

The younger generation is the younger generation he made friends with.

Naturally different, but also naturally intimate and familiar.

Luo Yongzhou: "I still don't understand."

I don't understand why he would be reduced to the point where he lost all his memory a hundred years ago, traveled to the modern society, bound the system and crossed over a dozen worlds.

I don't understand what happened between him and Mu Xiwei a hundred years ago.

It is also difficult to get a glimpse of the whole picture of 700 years from the memory that only emerges from the tip of the iceberg.

Luo Yongzhou can only feel in the dark that all the results of his present status quo all point to the causes buried in the entanglements of past events a hundred years ago.

The system's always cold and emotionless voice was rarely relieved:

"I also have various limitations, and I cannot tell you the truth. I can only wait for the host to recall it."

"System." Luo Yongzhou sighed and called him:

"You said that someone else came to ask me for a sword, and I would not be willing to exchange even a whole spiritual vein, or a land of a country. You asked me to give you a white job for a hundred years, and now one sentence is limited." Is it over?"

The system thought about it carefully and found that this was the case.

It also rarely fell into a feeling of shame, but its attitude remained firm: "Unless the host remembers it by itself, the system has no way to explain it."

Okay, it seems that the system is really dead.

However, the most urgent task is not his unsolvable question.

Luo Yongzhou suppressed his doubts and raised his eyes to look in the direction of Mu Qi.

Mu Qi's appearance is not much different from that of a day-to-day life.

He did suspect that he had seen a ghost.

How can it be?

How could Luo Yongzhou survive?

Others don't know, but Mu Qi knows it all.

The thing that supports Luo Yongzhou's sword master style is not his so-called 700-year cultivation base, but the origin of demons.

Luo Yongzhou used his sword to kill the origin of the demons, which is equivalent to killing himself. It is a matter of killing one thousand enemies and self-defeating eight hundred.

The Juggernaut is not the same Juggernaut who was in the heyday of the gods and ghosts a hundred years ago.

Besides, even if it wasn't the origin of demons that supported him, just relying on his heaven-defying sword to reverse the trend of the sky, it definitely touched the root, and normally speaking, he would definitely not be able to survive the backlash.

Under the superposition of two evils, how could he survive?

However, no matter how confused Mu Qi was, Luo Yongzhou still stood in front of him.

Although his face was a little pale and his sword intent was no longer as strong as before, his energy was still alive and he stood up straight.

Standing there, he is the undisputed number one in the world.

Mu Qi finally couldn't maintain his leisurely attitude of watching the show: "You... how can you still be alive?"

"Of course it's thanks to your blessings. When I think of you and Tan Bansheng who are still alive and kicking and doing harm to the world, I have never believed in fate, especially the saying that good people don't live long. I, a good person, have to live a long life no matter what, Let's see you die before dying."

Luo Yongzhou didn't blink his eyes when he said it: "Besides, when I think that my apprentice will be bullied by you, you will be so angry that I can open my eyes that were closed before."

Blue veins appeared faintly on Mu Qi's forehead.

He is not a superficial person who will be provoked by Luo Yongzhou's words.

It's just Luo Yongzhou, if he doesn't close his eyes for a day, doesn't die for a day, no matter how seriously he is injured or how sick he looks, he might give you a shocking sword at any time.

His life is the biggest variable.

"Disrespectful disrespect."

A madman deserves to be a madman.

Mu Qi's face was ashen one moment ago, wishing to violently kill people, but the next moment he turned back to a gentle smile like a spring breeze.

He figured it out.

If you live in this world, it's no fun to be a stupid opponent who is led by the nose in the world of cultivating immortals.

Luo Yongzhou is alive, at least he can have a little more interest in meeting his opponent.

It's something to be happy about.

"Or am I underestimating the Juggernaut too much. Sure enough, there is no one under the prestigious name. The Juggernaut is the number one in the world, and it is very fitting. I wonder if I can have the honor to ask the Juggernaut for a lesson or two?"

What Mu Qi said was very shameless.

If Luo Yongzhou takes up the challenge, he is now at the end of his strength, and there is even reason to reasonably suspect that a disciple at the golden core stage can overwhelm him. Even if he cheated the corpse once before, he will have to be completely cooled by Mu Qi again.

If Luo Yongzhou didn't respond, it would be in vain to lose the title of number one in the world and be ashamed of it.

Anyway, even if it can't kill you, it's the idea of ​​disgusting you to death.

"No." Luo Yongzhou didn't have so many so-called psychological burdens, and he didn't even bother to raise his eyelids to take a look at Mu Qi.

In fact, when Luo Yongzhou drew his sword, he thought he was going to die.

After all, a sword can change the day and change the day, directly hitting the origin of the monster, even if it is a sword master, there is no reason for it to be immortal.

But maybe God didn't want him to die on purpose.

The moment Luo Yongzhou recalled that he was a sword master, a very wonderful and unspeakable thing happened.

There was a source of power pouring into his depleted dantian, which should have been empty.

It's like a swimming fish swaying into the pond water where it grew up, and a tired bird returning home to the ancient forest, warm and lingering, like the blending of blood.

Calling Luo Yongzhou a thought came to him naturally.

This should be my practice.

It's the part of my cultivation that I somehow lost.

However, that little bit of power should have come in through some kind of bond, when he was about to die, it could protect Luo Yongzhou's meridian dantian, and hang him for a breath, and there is no need to think about the rest.

The rest of the origin should be somewhere in this world of cultivating immortals.

In Luo Yongzhou's state, it is conceivable that he will not be able to defeat Mu Qi.

More than just can't beat?It is not an exaggeration to say that it is to deliver food.

Luo Yongzhou thought of this, and said coolly: "If you want to fight with me, you can go through my apprentice first. But I advise you to wipe your neck under my apprentice's sword and admit defeat is better."

"After all, I hold grudges and protect my faults. You just bullied my apprentice, and I will definitely demand it from you ten or eight times in the future."

It's really difficult for him to speak of the not necessarily wonderful quality of bearing grudges and protecting one's shortcomings without changing his face and frankly.

Mu Xiwei didn't give the two of them another chance to talk about each other.

At the moment when the first light of the candle was in his hand, the ecstasy of regaining what was lost in his heart was beyond words. Even the first light of the candle in his hand felt heavy, and he almost trembled to the point where he could not hold it and fell to the ground.

Luo Yongzhou... is still alive.

What he held in his hand was Luo Yongzhou's sword, and under the sword was Luo Yongzhou's world of love.

All of this is not as good as Shang Luo Yong Zhou is still alive.

These simple six words light up Mu Xiwei's sky.

He is out of the sword.

It's ridiculous.

Mu Qi thought indifferently.

Who does Mu Xiwei think he is?Do you think he is still the Demon Race demon lord who summoned wind and rain a hundred years ago?

Even for the demon master a hundred years ago, the trace of blood in his body that was inherently superior to the rest of the demons came from himself.

How dare he throw a sword at himself?

How dare he try to win himself?

Mu Qi raised his fingers and made a tactic.

When he was making the formulas, he found that his magic breath was stagnant, and the formulas he made were far less smooth than in the past.

Mu Qi woke up, it turned out that he was afraid.

I was afraid that I would be defeated by Mu Xiwei and become a joke.

Otherwise, in the past, he would not have bothered to take advantage of his blood to laugh at Mu Xiwei.

Because it is not worth bothering at all, these junior ants can be killed with a single palm, so why bother?

Being able to make Mu Qi give birth to the idea just now, it is obvious that he already treats Mu Xiwei on the same level as himself, and regards him as an opponent who can threaten his life and death.

The previous situation repeated itself.

Mu Xiwei's sword was passed to the tip of Mu Qi's eyebrow for the second time, and Mu Qi's fingers clamped the tip of the sword in the light of the candle.

What he held this time was not an ordinary iron sword.

It is a famous sword that has followed No. 700 in the world for [-] years, is invincible and invincible, and has become a legendary sword among swords.

It is the first in the world.

Even if Mu Qi used so much force that he pinched his fingers on the edge of the sword and cut off his fingers, the first light of a bright candle would not break.

He and Mu Xiwei were only separated by a long sword.

The eighteen generations of grandparents and grandchildren saw each other clearly in the stalemate.

Mu Xiwei was born very well, with eyes like morning stars and eyebrows like ink swords, he is a handsome young man with high spirits and high spirits in the gentleness.

Mu Qi suddenly noticed that Mu Xiwei's seemingly gentle appearance was extremely rebellious.

He doesn't believe in the destiny and doesn't respect the secular world, and he dares to strike the land gods with his sword regardless of the other great realms.

It's not that Mu Xiwei didn't respect his teacher, he was upright.

Others respect their teachers and respect their teachings with awe-inspiring righteousness. They follow the rules and are careful not to make mistakes at every step.

Mu Xiwei respected his teacher, and was upright, but on the contrary, he showed a rebellion against the world.

Mu Qi admitted that he was scared.

Tan Bansheng is for his master; Mu Xiwei is for Luo Yongzhou and for the world, regardless of everything, he can bet on himself as a betting chip with all his might.

But Mu Qi is different from them.

He is under the palm of heaven, reincarnated as a mortal for hundreds of generations, seeking perfection for thousands of years, his greed for life is too strong, so naturally he has scrupulousness everywhere.

Mu Qi shouted: "Where is our army?"

Under the formation of half a lifetime.

The talent in the blood is to take advantage, and Mu Qi drank it like a chicken, but he drank the demons like chicken blood, and once again boiled restlessly under the half-life formation.

Originally talking about imprisoning the demons for half a lifetime, Qiu Qingya used his sword to wipe out the demons, and it was safe and sound, but now it is not enough.

Talking about overdraft for half a lifetime is the ultimate for a land god.

The flesh of his hand holding the silver thread melted quickly, with a sizzling sound, the blood and meridians peeled off, and in a blink of an eye, only a bone hand was left.

And this is far from the end.

The demons still anxiously want to break free from the formation, and the silver thread that bound them has not loosened even an iota.

Talking about the half-life, the fingertips of the white bones turned into powder little by little, piled up on the ground, and then melted into the pool of blood, turning into a pool of dirty blood, and I don't know where it went.

Then there is the whole palm.

Talk about half a lifetime until there is only a bare wrist left, which is just a few breaths.

With such severe pain and terrible overdraw, he didn't even frown.

The palm is gone, so the wrist is tied with a silver thread.

The skin and flesh of the wrist fell off and the bones melted, so the elbow was used to bind the silver thread. If the elbow could not be tied, the upper arm and shoulder were used.

That's it.

Soon, half of Tan Bansheng's arm was completely shattered.

Seeing this, Yue Yingque finally couldn't hold back anymore, and the moon glow surged, wanting to help Qiu Qingya and Tan Bansheng.

The hand she raised was pushed down by the other.

The movement of that hand was very light, and the lightness gave a hint of weakness. Let alone a land fairy, it is not enough to beat mosquitoes.

However, Yue Yingque, a land god who can hold a hundred thousand lives in the palm of his hand, was so easily suppressed by him.

"Ah Yue."

Luo Yongzhou said.

To Yue Yingque, his face still had a strange sense of shock, and when he looked at it, he felt that his soul was spinning around with the light in Luo Yongzhou's eyes, spinning in a daze, and everything could be given to him .

But the tone of voice is exactly the same as it was a hundred years ago, and there is a bit of tenderness and tolerance in the ridicule.

It was as if all the matters had been taken over by him alone, and when he carried them on his shoulders, no matter how important the matters were, they all became insignificant trivial matters, and there was no worry in the world from now on.

"Don't rush to act. You deserve half your life, and even you have to pay for your own life. Isn't my early light very useless?"

Yue Yingque really listened to his nonsense, and the moon light gradually faded away.

Her eyes were sluggish, only tears flowed one after another, and her tone of voice was vague:

"You are back, Luo Yongzhou, you are finally back."

Under the eyes of everyone, she had to care about the demeanor of the master of Xijizhou. She couldn't speak hoarsely, and cried loudly. She cried so depressed that she could only hammer Yongzhou's shoulders when she was so depressed:

"We have been waiting for you for a hundred years. I, Qiuqingya, Baiyunjian and the whole world are waiting for you. You are finally back."

Seeing Luo Yongzhou on the Tianbang test, even though Yue Yingque was delighted, there was always a layer of separation.

Until now, the intuition of the land gods and the tacit understanding of hundreds of years have truly told Yue Yingque:

Luoyong Zhouyuan returned in his original place.

Luo Yongzhou had no way of knowing what happened a hundred years ago in her mouth, but responded surprisingly patiently: "I'm back."

To Yue Yingque, these four words that can't be interpreted are the panacea of ​​the world, slowly stopped the tears, and dried the tears:

"Mu Xiwei... is he sure about dealing with Mu Qi?"

The concern about the full moon is the concern of most people present.

Even if Yue Yingque knew about Mu Xiwei's past, she still couldn't feel at ease.

When the previous great demon lord was in his prime, he might not have been able to defeat Mu Qi, let alone now that his soul is reborn and his memory is lost?

Luo Yongzhou said: "It should be possible."

He couldn't remember what happened a hundred years ago, but it didn't prevent him from trusting Mu Xiwei inexplicably to the point of blindness.

And from the fact that Mu Xiwei blew up half of the demon camp last time, it can be seen that he has a source of power stronger than the original sword energy.

Mu Xiwei had no other thoughts in his mind, he didn't look sideways, and the only thing he could think about was the sword in front of him.

He weighed the situation very clearly.

Mu Qi is the demon clan that he exchanged for himself as an eye, so the rise and fall of millions of demon clan must be related to Mu Qi.

Mu Qi was injured, and millions of demons were injured.

Mu Qi is nothing to fear, so millions of demons are nothing to fear.

All hopes, all scales were tilted towards Mu Xiwei's sword.

Mu Xi slightly slashed out with a sword!

The million demons calmed down and stayed within the formation obediently, no longer struggling.

Tan Bansheng kept half of his shoulder.

Even though Mu Qi withdrew his hand and backed away quickly, he was still swept away by the sword's sword intent, and his whole aura froze.

The outcome of Mu Qi and Mu Xiwei has been decided.

The audience was silent and silent.

No one expected that the one who defeated the current demon lord was not the sword master, not any land god, but an eighteen-year-old boy who had been ridiculed by them for his low strength during the Tianbang test.

No matter how it sounds like an absurd joke, everyone suspects that their own eyes are also deceiving themselves, and the rapidly changing situation cannot be faked.

It really did happen.

The three generations of Baiyunjian Sword Masters are all indisputable legends in the world.

Since then, no one in the world is convinced.

Mu Xi retracted his sword slightly, the light of his sword was not exhausted, as if there was a vast glow behind him, he walked towards Luo Yongzhou wearing a cloud of clouds and auspiciousness.

The distance between the two was shortened to almost nothing, Mu Xi lowered his head slightly, knelt down on one knee, and placed both hands in the first light of the bright candle to Luo Yongri.

The young man who dared to draw his sword and pointed at Mu Qi in a fit of rage, now spoke softly and did not dare to lift his eyes, for fear that he would disturb this fragile dream:

"The disciple was lucky and lived up to expectations. Master, your sword."

Luo Yongzhou didn't go to pick up the sword, instead he grabbed the boy's wrist and lifted him from the ground:

"You call me Master."

Mu Xi gave a low "um" and didn't know what he was thinking.

Luo Yongzhou raised his eyebrows and asked back: "Then why are you being so polite to me?"

Before Mu Xiwei could answer, Mu Qi had already stepped in.

He was injured, but not seriously injured to death, he was still alive and kicking after tidying up:

"The matter has come to this point, I am afraid that it will be difficult for the two sides to decide whether to win or lose. It is better for both sides to take a step back and go back to their respective places."

Immediately, Xiandao was in an uproar.

The hatred between humans and demons has a long history and is deep-rooted. This time, there is such a shocking change, let them retreat like this, and the demons can hide their strengths and bide their time. How can everyone be reconciled?

But after thinking about it, this is indeed the best way to deal with it.

Although there are a few more land gods in Immortal Dao, the sword master is seriously injured, the master of Xijizhou and Mu Xiwei are unknown in battle, Tan Bansheng and the Bai family...

No one wants to think about these two bad things.

There are millions of demons there, if you really want to fight recklessly, it will probably be a lose-lose situation, and you can only think about it in the long run.

Luo Yongzhou asked him: "You knew that I was going to attack the origin of the demon?"

Mu Qi admitted it very happily: "Yes, based on what I know about you, you are the one who can do such things."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Luo Yongzhou's expression, refusing to let go of even the slightest change.

This is one of Mu Qi's greatest joys.

After all, a person like Luo Yongzhou who is so proud and arrogant, whose whole body is full of Lao Tzu's No. [-] in the world, and the world can't tolerate him, realizes that he is played by applause, and becomes someone else's pawn——

That would be so hot and fun.

Unexpectedly, Luo Yongzhou just nodded flatly.

At most, I would curse in my heart that I didn't know people clearly 700 years ago.

He asked: "So you took advantage of the opportunity of my attack on the origin of the demons, and communicated for half a lifetime, and summoned the demons?"

"Yes."

Mu Qi can be said to know everything and say everything, emphatically emphasizing one sentence: "The sword master is a very important part of my layout. If there is no sword master who will help me with his sword, I will not be able to do it so easily."

Qi Yunfei's nose was almost twisted by the provocative spirit in his words.

In comparison, Luo Yongzhou can be said to be calm and breezy, as if he didn't care at all that he was cheated by someone:

"Okay, what you say today will determine how you will die in Qingyu Terrace in the future. I'm not in a hurry."

They have also negotiated and talked harshly, and it is time to return to the fairyland.

Among them, there was a dispute over the ownership of the two.

Mu Qi silently mouthed two words to Tan Bansheng.

Tan Bansheng, who was originally one-armed and wished to kill millions of demons, was silent for a long time, and said, "After I'm done, I will kill the demons."

Mu Qi knew that Tan Bansheng was telling the truth.

He lived his whole life, more than 700 years, with only his master's obsession, and when his obsession is realized, he will be detached in half a lifetime.

At that time, whether it is life or death, human or ghost, it doesn't matter to Tan Bansheng.

Tsk, what a pity.

The more he wanted to satisfy his interest, the more Mu Qi wanted to keep Tan half his life and not let him die.

Probably because they were much more shocked by the magical stroke of the turning point in the situation, it is not surprising that everyone talked about half their lives.

Tan Bansheng previously cooperated with Mu Qi to set up a formation across time and space, causing disasters for the human race. If he returns to the immortal way, he will also be in an awkward position. He might provoke Xiao Xingchen's confrontation with the rest of the sects, so it is better not to come back good.

Only disciples Xiaoxing and Shen knelt down to Tan Bansheng, so silent that only the sound of knees hitting the ground was heard, occasionally interspersed with two silent sobs.

No matter how unkind Tan Bansheng is, he has protected them with his wings for hundreds of years, fulfilling his responsibilities in everything and doing everything himself.

After Yue Yingque sighed for a while, she no longer felt any regrets. Instead, she seemed to remember something, and sincerely said to Bai Yutan:

"Patriarch Bai, do you think that since the demon lord and Xiaoxing Shen lord are both staying in the royal city, why don't you go over to join in the fun?"

Bai Yutan: "..."

He thought of the gossip and had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, the banquet was backed by Luo Yongzhou and Mu Xiwei. When they told the love story of the brother's ban and the big triangle of Shura field, it could be said to be unscrupulous, and even the voice was a little louder than before.

Yue Yingque was still there pretending to sigh with emotion: "It's a pity that Patriarch Bai doesn't stay in Wangcheng."

Ye Yinshuang joined the meeting, mourning her wrist with deep pain: "It's really hard to cherish a heart, and those who are favored have nothing to fear."

Bai Yutan: "..."

Fuck, can this matter pass?

During this trip to the Demon Realm, others had their eyes full and experienced great events, and the alone banquet was different and rewarding.

He discovered his natural strengths, where he should develop his talents——

Made up nonsense and borrowed it.

Through this discovery, Mu Xiwei became in his mouth the god-man who was born to save the world.

The purpose of the banquet is also very obvious, it is his lifelong wish to bring Mu Xiwei to the head of Baiyunjian smoothly.

He did it.

During the short schedule of the flying boat's return flight, the disciples of the six sects only knew that the head of Bai Yunjian was the first disciple of the Sword Master and Mu Xiwei, but they didn't know that there was Lu Guijing.

Naturally, they were in the air, but disasters had already appeared on the side of the Demon Race, and there were many affairs that Mu Xiwei had to deal with.

Yan also thought that he was very sorry for Mu Xiwei, and would go to chat with Mu Xiwei every day.

After Mu Xiwei defeated Mu Qi, the discussions within the six sects never stopped.

Every day, some disciples made up a bunch of unfounded stories about his origin, birth, age and background. They were convincing and aggressive, and they almost broke their heads when they argued.

Bai Yunjian's disciples would also deliberately avoid where Mu Xiwei was.

One is the awe of the strong.

The other was a young man who was about the same age as them, but suddenly changed into a figure on the same level as the land gods. It was really difficult for people to accept for a while, and they didn't know how to treat Mu Xiwei.

Should he be treated as a Juggernaut disciple, or as a Juggernaut-like figure.

Mu Xiwei was still modest and polite, no matter what she came, she would also be no different when she went.

Such as the excellent warm jade, no matter it is exposed to severe cold or heat, its jade quality will not change its crystal clear and flawless.

Uncle Mu. "Yan was still very worried, "The sword master was seriously injured. The six people who came to the Demon Realm these days, not to mention a few land gods, but any capable medical practitioners came here once. "

"Among them, Yue Sheng is the most, wishing to step through the threshold, and crying every day holding the Sword Saint. Although Qiu Sheng didn't say anything, the appearance of guarding the sword with the sword is scary enough."

Yan also muttered: "Master Mu, you, as the head disciple of the Sword Master—"

But he never visited Luo Yongri.

Logically speaking, Mu Xiwei should be by Luo Yongzhou's side the most.

Mu Xi's pen hand trembled slightly, and the ink smeared on the white paper, blurring the original handwriting, and the voice was still steady and unwavering:

"It's reasonable for the doctor to heal the wounded and save people, and to visit the master; the two saints, Yue Sheng and Qiu Sheng, are close friends of the master, so they are in love to visit the master."

Who is he, Mu Xiwei, and what qualifications does he have to stay by Luo Yongzhou's side?

It's just a clumsy substitute for the great demon lord a hundred years ago, and it has nothing to do with emotion or reason.

Yan also seemed hesitant to speak: "Master Mu, you are a disciple of the Juggernaut, and it is only reasonable to be with the Juggernaut."

He looked at Mu Xi with an ancient well-like expression, and remembered the sword he had faced Mu Qi not long ago.

Yan still felt that he couldn't bear it, and he was terrified, shaking out all the facts:

"Uncle Mu, you should know that the rumors about the demon lord, Xiaoxing Shen lord, and Patriarch Bai are all from me."

Mu Xi responded slightly, "I saw it with my own eyes."

It's also hard not to be impressed.

Yan Huan: "The Juggernaut asked me to come over because of this."

He didn't need to say much, Mu Xiwei already understood it in his heart.

Although it is understandable for the banquet to spread the news about the three of them, but as a disciple of Bai Yunjian, it is not appropriate to study these things all day long without focusing on sword training.

Master must have such thoughts in mind, so he asked the banquet to go back, and reminded him a little bit.

In fact, Yan also thought so at the beginning.

He thought that what he had done was too much, and the Juggernaut couldn't stand it anymore, and he felt extremely regretful, wishing he could turn around and kill himself who couldn't control his mouth at that time.

Until seeing Luo Yongzhou, Yan still concealed half of his face under his sleeve.

Then he saw the Juggernaut in white clothes and black hair. Even though his face had faded, his face was still full of color like the mountains and rivers of three springs. With him in Qujiang in August, it would be the scorching sun in midsummer shining on the world of mortals, and the world would be full of bright light.

Yan was even more ashamed.

Thinking that he was going to be called by the Juggernaut alone for such an unspeakable little matter, he felt ashamed and felt like digging a hole to bury himself.

Yan also heard Luo Yongzhou ask him: "Did the matter about Bai Yutan come from you?"

Yan also lowered his head like a quail: "It was passed down by his disciples."

Just when he was about to cry bitterly to show his repentance and sincerity, and hugging the Juggernaut's thigh to swear not to commit another crime in this life, Luo Yongzhou said quietly:

"very good."

This sentence is very good at Yan Huan, which is undoubtedly equivalent to pulling out a sword, making him feel calm, and immediately chilling.

Luo Yongzhou continued: "Xiwei has never come to see me since he got on the flying boat."

Even though Yan Huan didn't understand why Luo Yongzhou's topic jumped so fast, this didn't prevent him from being filled with righteous indignation, and angrily condemned:

"It's true that Uncle Mu is busy with official duties and it's hard to get away, but as a disciple, he can't spare any time. It's too much! It's not the duty of a disciple."

"Yes, quite right."

Luo Yongzhou agreed very much, he curled his lips as if forming a smile, and said lazily:

"You can send a message to Xiwei for me. If he doesn't come again, I will have to trouble you to send a message among the six sects, just like passing on Bai Yutan. Hmm...it's okay to say that Mu Xiwei has a heartless heart and changes his mind when he sees a difference. "

Yan also responded subconsciously: "Okay."

Ah? ? ?

and many more? ? ?

What? ? ?

Juggernaut, you old man asked me to come here, not to scold me for gossip, but to tell me to spread gossip about you and Mu Xiwei? ? ?

What kind of operation is this?

Yan still couldn't figure it out, and even suspected that something was wrong with his ears.

Before he could finish his words, he asked again cautiously to confirm whether it was his ear problem or the sword master's brain problem, Luo Yongzhou had already waved him out.

Yan also took this task, tossed and turned, couldn't sleep at night, still gritted his teeth, and repeated Luo Yongzhou's words word by word to Mu Xiwei.

After Mu Xiwei listened, the pen fell to the table with a thud, obviously a little stunned, and held back for a long time before choking out a word: "Ah?"

Yan still understood him very well, patted him on the shoulder, and said sadly: "That's what the Juggernaut told me."

Yan also expressed his powerlessness: "If you don't go to see the Sword Master, Uncle Mu, I'm afraid I will only be sorry for Uncle Mu once."

I'm sorry, Master Mu.

Although Yan is still very grateful to Mu Xiwei for saving him from the dire straits of being in charge——

However, the Lord of the White Clouds is still the Sword Master.

After half a cup of tea, Mu Xi slightly knocked on Luo Yongzhou's door.

It's really strange, it's only one door away, but with a little force from Mu Xi, that door can instantly be smashed into sawdust, which can't stop him a bit

But Mu Xi felt that there was far more than a door between him and Luo Yongzhou, and even more than ever before.

A hundred years passed between the unforgettable love for a person and the life and death that could never be crossed.

Luo Yongzhou didn't answer him.

Mu Xiwei continued to tap three times.

Luo Yongzhou still didn't respond.

Mu Xi took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

His hand, which had never been shaken before facing Mu Qi, was trembling at this moment.

Luo Yongzhou looked at the sea of ​​clouds outside the window, but he didn't look at Mu Xiwei who entered the door, and deliberately left him alone.

What he did was understandable.

What kind of character is the Juggernaut?Some people respect his sword, some people love his face, this place is injured, and a flying boat room is also crowded with visitors, flocking to it.

His status is noble and self-restraining like a full moon, and he can hold his elbow and cry every day; his life is as indifferent as Qiu Qingya, and he still brings a sword every day to look at him in a daze.

Only when it comes to his apprentice, the Juggernaut's nodding head is not working well, and the beauty list's first face is not working well either. For a whole day, he didn't get to set foot and say hello once.

Of course Luo Yongzhou is angry.

Who is angry if he is not angry?

"Master."

Mu Xiwei knelt down to him as soon as he entered the door: "It's the disciple who is not filial and has been visiting Master in the future."

Luo Yongzhou hummed softly from the tip of his nose, but still ignored it.

Mu Xi lowered her eyes to look at the ground, wishing she could see the flowers on the floor, her voice should be restrained as much as possible, and her voice was a little hoarse: "But disciple...can't help it."

"I can't help myself when I think of that person a hundred years ago, when my master left without saying goodbye in the Demon Realm King City, and went to die resolutely."

He was afraid that he couldn't help showing a greedy and ugly face in front of Luo Yongzhou.

It's better not to see each other, at least the superficial peace can be maintained in the royal city, and the two sides are at peace.

"People from a hundred years ago?"

It was the second time that Luo Yongzhou heard this word from Mu Xiwei, which made him open his mouth and repeat it again.

"Yes, a person from a hundred years ago." Once Mu Xiwei said it, he felt a sense of relief as if a boulder had landed on the ground, so he simply gave up and said directly:

"The person who was in love with Master a hundred years ago."

Isn't that you?

Luo Yongzhou's memory has not recovered, so he is really sure of this.

The sunlight on the sea of ​​clouds illuminated the room brightly, but it couldn't illuminate the gloomy look in Mu Xiwei's eyes.

Luo Yongzhou didn't like him like this.

A boy of Mu Xiwei's age should be in high spirits, lively and carefree.

There was nothing he could do about Mu Xiwei, the gloom that had been in his chest these days suddenly disappeared like spring wind turning into rain.

"The person I like is you."