no thoughts [cultivation]

Meng Yi heard the words, and only said: "What's the use of writing down your name."

Shen Wuyuan smiled: "I like you, so you are under my care now. Just remember my name. In the future, if someone bullies you, don't be afraid, just report my name."

Seeing Shen Wuyuan's appearance that his name could run rampant in the world of cultivators, Meng Yi remained silent, looking at this strange demon cultivator, waiting for his next words.

Since his cultivation level is so high that he can be compared with Xuanwen, he must have been famous hundreds of thousands of years ago. However, not to mention Meng Yi, who has not been out of the Jiuqu Peak for 50 years, let alone Hongyanzong, who has never been outside. There is no rumor about this person.

Sure enough, within a short while, he listened to the demon cultivator stroking his eyebrows on one side, and said with a smile: "After you report my name, that person will be taken aback for a moment, and then say he doesn't know you. Remember, take advantage of this Run away in a few moments."

I thought I could see Meng Yi's different expressions and emotions by joking like this, but Shen Wuyuan nodded and looked at him, but saw that he was still looking cold and indifferent, with his eyes looking at him calmly.

Shen Wuyuan sighed and shook his head: "Such a beautiful little beauty, but she is so incomprehensible."

Meng Yi didn't pay attention to him anymore, and took a kettle containing hot spring water and a jade white tea cup from the house, and took out the tea leaves dried by Tong Heng, and walked leisurely to the table and stool in the courtyard, sat down, and made tea for himself. Had a cup of tea.The smog from the hot spring water is lingering, forming a dense white mist, mixed with scorching heat, and diffused in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Meng Yijiao's beautiful face was hidden behind the steaming mist, appearing blurred and soft.

Mo Xiu clicked his tongue, walked over, and looked at him through the smoke: "Why, don't ask me the purpose of coming here."

Meng Yi raised his eyes to look at him, sipped the hot tea lightly, but did not speak.

Moxiu took another step forward, his handsome and evil face moved closer to Meng Yi, and said again: "Aren't you afraid that I will be bad for you?"

From the moment the demon cultivator left and right came in, he hadn't released any malice or killing intent. He must have had no intention of attacking him. Meng Yi was too lazy to answer him with words. He only drank his tea and looked at him leisurely and calmly. With this magic repair.

Shen Wuyuan has always been moody, unexpectedly facing this person in front of him, apart from interest and a smile, no matter how he was ignored, he couldn't feel the slightest bit of resentment or anger.

"Forget it," Shen Wuyuan took a step back and withdrew his body, "I won't be joking with you anymore. If I told you that I came to Hong Yanzong to steal something, would you go and report me?"

Since he asked this question, he was sure that the seemingly heartless person in front of him would not tell others about his purpose.

Or in other words, with Moxiu's cultivation base and ability, he has enough self-confidence, even if he told the suzerain elders and his party, they would not be able to catch him.On the contrary, if those people really know why they came here, in order to protect the magic medicine they want to find, they will definitely expose the information of the magic medicine, which is good for themselves.

He is as clever as Meng Yi, how could he not think of these thoughts.

But no matter how tough he is, what kind of things he comes here for, and what kind of thoughts he hides, as long as he doesn't disturb his own purity, he has nothing to do with him.

Shen Wuyuan originally wanted to investigate in the Hongyan Sect who took the magic medicine and entered the Hongyan Sect's realm, but he couldn't help but came to the most remote Jiuqu Peak, wanting to see the sleeping person he saw before wake up. What a wonderful gesture when you come.

At this time, after looking at it, and after some delay, Shen Wuyuan knew that it was time for him to leave.

Thinking of this, Shen Wuyuan once again lingered in gray mist and disappeared in place.

Come suddenly, leave in a hurry.

Before disappearing, Moxiu said with a soft smile in the wind: "Little beauty, next time I come, I will call out your name."

own name?Just go to the Hongyan Sect and ask about it, and someone will always know.

Meng Yiwen didn't care much about this, and continued to drink tea on his own.

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Hansu Peak, in Cang Palace.

Su Ge was still sitting cross-legged in the ice room made of thousand-year-old black ice.

He is a single spirit root of the ice attribute, with excellent aptitude for the sky spirit root.

Perhaps because of this spiritual root attribute, Su Ge seldom fluctuates in mood when he was born. He always has a cold face, rejects people for thousands of miles, and doesn't like to communicate with others.

Su Ge devotes himself to cultivation, and his only wish in this life is to achieve the Dao.For this reason, he used to go in and out of extremely dangerous places from time to time, hang his life by a thread several times, and fainted to death in those dangerous places.When I wake up, I will find myself lying at the entrance of those dangerous places, covered with scars, in a state of embarrassment, and walking with great difficulty. I must have escaped with my body when I was close to death, and my memory is not clear. .

Because of this, he can have the cultivation experience that matches his aptitude, and he also values ​​his own cultivation more.

He deceived his heart, was obsessed with obsession, and repeatedly warned himself not to have inner demons, and told himself that since he had escaped death on the road of practice, he finally came to the present, and his goal was to ascend to the Tao, not to be entangled by anyone.

He never thought that apart from cultivation, there was nothing else in this world that could disturb his mind.

However, to this day, his demons are surging. Sitting in the ice room where he often retreats and practices, he realizes that he is thinking more What's more, it turned out to be Meng Yi's smiling face and voice.

Cultivate immortals.

Meng Baihan.

Which is more important, the boundary blurred for a while, and I couldn't think clearly.

Perhaps, only when all the desires and thoughts that have been imprisoned in one's heart are not suppressed, and when they show their original appearance, can one see the original heart clearly.

What is devoted to cultivating immortals, attaining the Tao and becoming immortals.

Su Ge's expression was stunned, his eyes were absent-minded, he covered his chest, and spurted hot blood from his mouth.

All other complicated thoughts in my mind disappeared, replaced by the man's beautiful face and clear voice.

——Brother Su.

At this moment, Su Ge finally understands what the demons in his heart have been since 50 years ago.

It's nothing more than fear.

He was afraid that one day the talented Meng Yi would surpass him in cultivation, and at that time, he would never see the admiring eyes that followed him occasionally.

Meng Yi is so stunning and outstanding, as clear and warm as the rising sun.

If one day, he flies too high and falls behind him, I'm afraid I will never meet him on the road again, showing surprise and joy when seeing him, with a friendly and beautiful look in his eyes, dotted with bright stars, soft He changed his expression and asked him with a smile: "Brother Su, where are you going?"

If Meng Yi no longer admired himself, and looked at him with tenderness, what would happen to him?

Thinking of this, the evil thoughts and knots in Su Ge's heart rose up, intertwined and tangled together, twisted into black and messy lines, which made him irritable and depressed, and the sense of destruction in his heart soared.

Su Ge's eyes were foggy.

He finally figured out all the tricks.

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If he stopped looking at himself.

Well, destroy him.

In this way, whenever I walk in front of him, it is the gesture that he once admired.