I swept the two worlds of interstellar cultivation

Hangan is an understatement, but it is full of warning, "Don't touch crooked ways."

Mu Shu was stunned for a long time before he could react. He lowered his head, and no one could see his expression. When he stretched out a hand as if to take out something, he was firmly held down by a generous hand.

"The Venerable Hangan is here." Ran Huo said with a smile. The boy's hand in his palm was trembling uncontrollably, trying to break free, but even though Ran Huo was an alchemist, he was over 200 years old and his cultivation level was not enough. It was so much higher than him that he couldn't break free, leaving only cold trembling.

"Hey, I've already prepared the elixir, and I'm just waiting for the venerable to get it." Ran Huo scolded the waiter beside him, "What are you doing standing there, and you haven't invited the venerable in? If you miss the elixir, can you be responsible?" ?"

In such an atmosphere, the little guy was about to cry, "Yes, yes... Your Honor, Your Honor please."

Han Gan glanced at Mu Shuru, Mu Shuru kept his head down, but his back was straight, and then looked at the smiling Ran Huo, Han Gan lowered his eyes, walked into the Danxin Hall, behind him the disciple of Qingtianzong He also followed in without looking sideways, the boy closed the door and refused other guests to enter again.

After the door was closed, the people around immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mother, Venerable Han Gan is really worth seeing once, although it hurts to see him once."

"Ah! I've been looking at it for a long time, but now I don't know what the Venerable looks like! I only feel the aura, but people ignore the appearance."

"Hangan Venerable actually came to the alchemy meeting, it's worth seeing Venerable Hangan in my lifetime!"

"I want to join the Qingtian Sect, and I want to follow the Venerable!"

"Don't even think about your qualifications!"

Ran Huo, who was also not relaxed, was also covered with a layer of sweat. He suddenly pulled Mu Shuru back a step, and the smiling expression on his face became serious and furious. Are you dead!"

"Who do you think you are! You still want to fight Venerable Hangan! In Tianyan Continent, let alone Venerable, even if anyone behind him raises his hand and kills you, no one will say a word !"

Tianyan Continent has always respected the strong, and it is only right and proper for the strong to kill the weak. 200 years ago, it was Han Gan who saw him and respectfully called him a senior brother. Now he still wants to call Han Gan his venerable, and treat him carefully and respectfully. .

"Why do you..." Ran Huo wanted to say something, but when he saw Mu Shuru who raised his head, all the words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't speak.

While everyone was discussing, he saw the boy squatting down and setting up a barrier outside the pile of broken gadgets to prevent the cold autumn wind from blowing away the broken pieces of wood, and then took out a soft cloth bag, Pick it up little by little and put it in.

Because it was too broken, he didn't miss anything. He picked it up there for a long time, so that people around him started pointing.

"Why does Venerable Han Gan say that he is crooked?"

"Have you seen the puppet in his hand? It's the ones on the ground. There must be something wrong, otherwise Venerable Hangan wouldn't destroy it."

"Then he is still picking it up, he will never repent."

"He is so courageous. Venerable Hangan is here, so he must have sensed it."

No matter how everyone discussed, he still picked it up silently and carefully, and when he finished picking it up, he put it in his arms.

The boy got up and left.

The lively crowd and the crowd seemed to be separated by white clothes. He walked through the noisy crowd silently, as if he was the only one in the world, leaving only a touch of white.

Looking at his straight back, Ran Huo felt a little uncomfortable for some reason, and when he thought of the broken eyes of the young man when he raised his head, he felt even more uncomfortable.

"Alas!" He sighed, and entered the Danxin Hall anyway, he couldn't let the people inside wait for him, and he didn't dare, it was already a risk to come out just now.

"Mu Shuru! Mu Shuru!" Bu Yanbin chased after Mu Shuru and called him loudly.

After Mu Shuruo slowed down and caught up with him, he didn't know what to say, but he saw it too, on the other side of the street.

But so what.

Bu Yanbin said dryly: "Isn't it just a little monster? Don't you have many more? One is missing..."

"Ah! It hurts! It hurts!"

As soon as he walked out to a place where there were few people, Bu Yanbin was knocked into the air by Wuwu, and he was so angry that he was obviously fatter than when he fought last time, if it wasn't because Bu Yanbin signed the contract , I'm not sure if I can get up now.

This time, Bu Yanbin completely shut up.

Wuwu flew back to Mu Shuru's neck and hugged him, silently getting close to him.

Just when the atmosphere of silence was overwhelming, they met their elder brother, Jin Jun, near the teleportation formation.

In the past in the Woxue school, among the several senior brothers, Mu Shuru liked this senior brother the most, not because he was good to him, but because he had never bullied himself before, and the senior brother of the Woxue school, Jun Zi Duan Fang is famous.

Until that time in the secret realm.

When Mu Shuru asked him for help, his words hurt Mu Shuru's heart. Mu Shuru always remembered what he said. He said that he couldn't explain to the head, but he couldn't explain to the head.

When Mu Shuru saw him, he passed by him without saying a word.

Jin Jun was shocked, just like Bu Yanbin saw Mu Shuru for the first time in Danxintang, he was more shocked than Bu Yanbin, because he knew more about the horror in the secret realm than Bu Yanbin.

"Didn't you see Senior Brother?" Shocked, Jin Jun stepped forward, stretched out his sword to stop him, "Why don't you go back to Woxue Mountain?"

He seemed to be relieved, he didn't know if it was because Mu Shuru was not dead, or because he didn't have to continue suffering from guilt every night.

After this expression passed, other thoughts appeared in his eyes, was he afraid that his good reputation would be affected by telling the things about the secret realm?

Mu Shuru suddenly hated this face so much, why did he secretly regard him as an older brother when he was a child?

"Oh? Eldest brother." Bu Yanbin reluctantly walked in front of Jin Jun, pushed his sword away, and separated Mu Shuru, "Why did you come to Yuan Qingcheng?"

A trace of discomfort appeared on Jin Jun's face, "Come and see the Alchemy Conference."

"Why are you together?" Jin Jun realized that something was wrong. Bu Yanbin hated Mu Shuru the most. Every time they met, they would ridicule for a while, and the two of them couldn't stay together for a moment.

"That's right, Second Senior Brother, why are you with this bastard? You're still in such a mess, you..."

The person who had just walked out of the teleportation array didn't finish his sentence. Everyone only heard a loud bang. Before the man finished speaking, he was knocked unconscious by surprise.

Knocked out.

A disciple of the Golden Core stage was knocked out by an alchemy furnace.

All the people around who saw this scene couldn't believe their eyes, what kind of alchemy furnace is that, is it a fairy weapon?

But if it can grow bigger, it shouldn't be Fanpin?Didn't expect this extremely good-looking boy to have a fairy weapon?

Mu Shuru pursed his lips, and when the elder brother was too shocked to say anything, he took back the alchemy stove given by the great demon in the secret realm, and walked towards the teleportation array silently.

"What's going on!" Jin Jun came back to his senses and stopped Yan Bin from running, "What's going on? Why didn't Junior Brother Mu die? Why does he have such an alchemy furnace?"

Bu Yanbin couldn't say it, that alchemy furnace was indeed not ordinary, but it was not only the alchemy furnace that stunned the sixth junior brother, but the little spirit beast that was like dough in the alchemy furnace, he could understand that the sixth junior brother pain.

"I'm leaving." Bu Yanbin saw Mu Shuru walk into the teleportation formation, and said anxiously: "I want to go out to practice with Junior Brother Mu, senior brother, let go."

Not only Jin Jun, but the other two members of the Woxue faction were also stunned. Bu Yanbin wants to practice with Mu Shuru?Is it raining red?

Facing their unbelievable expressions, as well as their disapproval and slight sarcasm, Bu Yanbin didn't have time to argue with them, so he bit the bullet and said: "Little brother is very good, I was wrong before, big brother you Let go now, I'm going to lose track of Junior Brother."

"Brother, you can't let that bastard go like this, Senior Brother Six is ​​still in a coma!"

After finally breaking free, Bu Yanbin's chest hurt even more when he heard this sentence. If you really fight, whoever won't let you know, the key is that he has to stand in front of Mu Shuru and fight them.

Fortunately, Jin Jun has not yet reached the point of killing people, and he may not have completely calmed down from the shock, just watching them enter the teleportation array.

Back in the secret realm, Mu Shuruo was no different from usual. He even mixed different colored fruit juices and vegetable juices to make different colored dough, and wrapped five colored dumplings.

The green dumplings are filled with shepherd's purse meat, the pink ones are filled with shrimp, the yellow ones are filled with crab roe, the white ones are filled with leek eggs, and the blue ones are stuffed with beef.

He makes the meat stuffing, rolls out the dough, and wraps the dumplings one by one. He packs them carefully, and every dumpling fold is perfect. The chubby dumplings are thin and full of fillings, and the color is beautiful. It makes people appetite.

But Bu Yanbin had no appetite at all, he was staring at the dumplings in a daze.

The dumplings were cooked very quickly, and Mu Shuru didn't take much time. Before the sun went down, he had dinner ready. There were only dumplings and five dipping sauces.

After it was finished, he immediately asked Shoushou to take a photo to record today, but he only wrote two things about making dumplings and going out. After writing, he immediately hung the paper on the wall and covered it with a new page today. The previous one covered the traces on that piece of paper, and then stood alone for a while.

"Master, let's eat dumplings today." Mu Shuru said with a crooked smile.

Jing Xinglan had already received five-color dumplings, and when Mu Shuru didn't pay attention, he took a second look at Mu Shuru, "Yeah."

The stuffing of dumpling juice is prepared just right. I heard that long ago, people in ancient times loved to eat dumplings for reunion and farewell. People who were close to them also liked to use dumplings for entertainment when they were guests at home. Dumplings are a kind of food with special warmth.

Dumplings are small, each mouthful is just right, the warm and rich taste is transmitted from the mouth to the stomach, and then flows throughout the body, the temperature of a person's fingertips is transmitted from another world to the heart, Jing Xinglan sighed and asked: "What's the matter today?" Sample?"

Mu Shu was stunned for a moment, swallowed the dumpling in his mouth and said, "It's pretty good."

"Yeah." Jing Xinglan continued to eat the dumplings without asking any further questions.

Mu Shuru also breathed a sigh of relief, and ate the dumplings in small bites.

After eating the dumplings, it was still very bright. Mu Shuru cut a peach blossom, took out a thin white and slender jade bottle, put the peach blossom in it, put it on the table, and started painting facing the lake. He painted very quietly, and occasionally Looking up at the lake, he hardly moved.

The little robots all dragged their little cushions and sat around him, Wu Wu sat beside the inkstone and watched Mu Mu draw, and the little hairball also crawled out and sat beside Wu Wu.

Everyone was very quiet, and they also knew that something was wrong, and Xiao Mu didn't seem to come back.

At dusk, the light was coated with a layer of warm colors, and the wind blew up on the lake, wrinkling the lake water and blowing off a strand of Mu Shuru's hair.

Wuwu flew up, stretched out her small hand, hugged the strand of hair, and put it behind Mu Shuru.

From a high place, the painting can be seen more comprehensively and clearly. What Mu Shuru painted is their field yard.

Under the giant tree in the yard, there are two people looking up at the flowers on the tree. One has long hair, the other has short hair. At the foot of the man with long hair, there is a little robot pulling his trousers. The little robot The head is square, and he is tilting his head to look at the man with long hair.

"Mmm..." Mmm felt a little uncomfortable.

In the middle of the night, the secret realm was quiet, Mu Shuru quietly got up and got out of bed, not disturbing anyone or beasts except Heihei, he picked up the rose Jing Xinglan gave him and looked at it carefully.

When the roses first came to the secret realm, they were limp and there was only one stale flower. When they came to the secret realm, nourished by the aura of the secret realm and under the careful care of Mu Shuru, they are now the same as the flowers and plants in the secret realm. Exuberant, full of vitality, and two more flower buds.

Mu Shu touched the delicate and beautiful petals, and the cherishment in his eyes was even more serious.

He put down the rose, took out the blueprint that Ran Huo had given him before, and found the only tree inside, Ironwing Wood.

It is recorded on it that this is a kind of indestructible tree that can be compared with the sacred wood. It is not used much in alchemy, but it is a priceless treasure among the craftsmen.

Needless to say, the attacking power of attacking magical artifacts with it, defensive magical artifacts are even more heaven-defying, and can withstand a blow from Dujie Patriarch. It's a magic weapon.

They seemed to have seen it when they were looking for the materials Ran Huo wanted.Mu Shuru took the blueprints and went to confirm again. When he came back, he was a little exhausted, but he brought back a few pieces of iron wing wood.

He brought out the roses, sat on the floor, measured the height and width of the roses with his hands by the moonlight, and then began to make a box out of ironwing wood to put the roses in.

The box is very easy to make, but the iron wing wood is too hard to handle. This is because the wood has just been cut and there is moisture. It will become harder when it dries, so Mu Shuru focused on raising the knife and dropping it. , do it quickly.

After the box was basically formed, Mu Shuru breathed a sigh of relief.

He transplanted the roses from the original flower pots into the wooden box, and finally felt a little more at ease.

Holding the rose and looking at it for a while, when he looked up, he noticed the light on the lake, and Mu Shuru saw Jing Xinglan under the light.

It's three o'clock in the morning interstellar time, I don't know when he appeared and how long I saw him.

The two were speechless for a while.

The secret place is extremely quiet, the night wind is slightly cool, the moonlight shines on the lake water, the eyes of the two meet, the lake water seems to have warmed up, with the night wind swaying slightly, shaking the heartstrings.

"Mumu," Jing Xinglan said after a long time, not as calm as usual, his voice was tense, a little nervous, and he said clumsily: "I found another rose, look, it's white."

A white rose appeared on the surface of the lake. It was wilted, but it was more beautiful than the moonlight.

Mu Shuru lowered his eyes, a tear dripped on the red rose petals with a "click".

"Don't cry." Jing Xinglan also panicked, he had never seen Mu Shuru cry before, even when he was talking about his childhood experiences, he was very quiet, as if he was telling other people's stories, and he could even laugh. This was the first time Jing Xinglan saw him cry.

That tear, like boiling oil, dripped on the heart, not only hot, but also anxious and throbbing.

Jing Xinglan was at a loss, "Don't cry."

Mu Shuru didn't want to cry either, he was not hypocritical, no matter how hard it was before, he never cried, he remembered that the last time he cried was a long time ago, when he was very young.

He didn't know why he was so hypocritical now.

Maybe the moonlight is so beautiful, maybe the white rose is so beautiful, maybe the master called him Mumu.

Hei Hei hugged the white rose and put it beside Mu Shu Ru, a smile appeared in Mu Shu Ru's eyes, and Jing Xinglan's tension was relieved a little.

In fact, when he was eating dumplings in the afternoon, he realized that something was wrong with Mu Shuru. On the surface, Mu Shuru was the same as usual, but Jing Xinglan knew that he was unhappy.

If he is unhappy, he doesn't say anything, he doesn't lose his temper, and he can still make exquisite and beautiful dumplings. Jing Xinglan has never seen anything like this before, so he is at a loss.

After eating the dumplings, Jing Xinglan went to find two assistants, and after 180 turns in the conversation, he expressed his question: "Someone is sad, but if you don't tell me, what should I do?"

Both Xin Zhang and Qi Hongchang were dumbfounded. No matter what method they used, they didn't believe that Jing Xinglan could comfort good people.

Xin Zhang: "My mother is unhappy, I just transfer the money to her."

Qi Hongchang: "My sister is unhappy, I'll just take her to eat something delicious."

Jing Xinglan left sullenly.

He fidgeted, turned on the optical brain and asked this question in the hottest post on the forum, which was Mumu's main post.

1l: Just take a look at me.

2l: Mumu just say a word to me.

3l: Mumu just cook me a meal.

……

Jing Xinglan had no choice but to find Jing Chengxuan who had the most friends. In the video, Jing Chengxuan didn't seem to expect him to ask such a question, "That depends on who you are and what your identity is."

Facing Jing Chengxuan's gossiping eyes, Jing Xinglan thought for a long time, "Very important person."

Jing Chengxuan smiled, "It's fine if someone gives you a skirt, someone gives you a spaceship, someone can be coaxed with money, and someone needs to spend more time with her. Think about why she is the happiest."

The happiest moment?

Jing Xinglan didn't know what to think of, her anxiety was soothed, her eyes were full of worry, but there was a smile on her mouth.

Jing Chengxuan understood this smile at a glance, he scratched his heart and wanted to know who had such a great charm, who could move the heart of Jing Xinglan, who only had mechas and war in his heart.

Recalling a person's happy appearance can make a cold-faced person unconsciously raise the corners of his mouth. If he is happy, you will be happy. What is it if you are not tempted?

Unfortunately, that smile was fleeting, Jing Xinglan was silent for a moment, and immediately turned into that annoying clever Zhou Papi, "I heard that there is an unspoken rule in the auction, in order to raise the price, highlight the uniqueness of the auctioned goods , sometimes two or three of the same item, will destroy or hide the others, leaving only one?"

He was just trying, but he didn't expect that there really was a rose that made Mu Shuru smile with stars in his eyes.

Seeing that Mu Shuru finally stopped hiding his sadness in his heart and pretended nothing happened, Jing Xinglan felt that it didn't matter if he was tricked by Jing Chengxuan once.

"What happened?" Jing Xinglan tried his best, but he didn't skillfully guide Mu Shuru to say, "Why aren't you happy?"

Mu Shuru put the white rose beside the red rose, took out a soft bag from his bosom, opened it and put it on the edge of the floor, "Xiaomu is dead... gone."

Jing Xinglan: "...."

Jing Xinglan: ".........."

Good, at least remember that the little robot has no life, and the word "dead" should not be used.

Jing Xinglan was helpless for a while, but seeing Mu Shuru's sad look with drooping eyelashes, he didn't want to correct or preach, but became sore and limp.

In his heart, Xiaomu is not only a lifeless machine, but also a cute little spirit beast with life and consciousness.He would hold Xiaomu's hand to sleep, and cook with Xiaomu. Thinking of this, Jing Xinglan felt a little sad.

but……

Mu Shuru was still talking, and the sadness and guilt could not be concealed in his voice, "It's all my fault. I made it a puppet, and I made it stay still. If I didn't say that, it must have a way to escape."

Jing Xinglan was facing a century-old problem. He knew that Mu Shuru rarely had the opportunity to express his sadness like this. It would be better to let him speak out, and to say more, but he didn't want him to continue to be sad. Obviously there is no need to be sad, just tell him Just the truth.

In the end, Jing Xinglan listened to him quietly.

Without Xiaomu, he was very sad, but not all because of Xiaomu, but the sadness and fear of having his beloved thing destroyed.He quietly got up at two or three o'clock in the morning when everything was sleeping, and made a wooden box for roses, for fear that another beloved thing would be destroyed.

Gifts can’t be sent out, they will be rejected, how can I receive gifts, they are exclusive gifts, they don’t matter whether they are expensive or not, in the heart of Mu Shuru who received gifts for the first time, they are all treasures that can’t be exchanged for anything, They bring him incomparable happiness, and he wants to treasure them carefully.

Because I have never had it before, I cherish it when I get it, and it is even more uncomfortable to lose it. I must never bear it again. If I have not walked his way, I will not understand.

No one understands how much he loves and treasures them, no one can empathize with how sad it is to lose them.

Mu Shu babbled on for a long time, and was a little embarrassed after he finished speaking. He actually shed a tear just now, the master probably didn't see it, and he said a lot of unclear words in a mess.

Mu Shuru was no longer so depressed. On such a night, he talked to the master, and he felt at ease when the master listened quietly.

"Master, I'm sorry, the little wood you gave me..."

Before Mu Shuru finished speaking, Jing Xinglan couldn't wait any longer. He could finally say, "Xiaomu is not dead, it is still here."

Jing Xinglan also used a typo, but Mu Shuru didn't have the heart to think about it, he looked blank, Xiaomu's "corpse" was still in front of him.

Jing Xinglan smiled, the smile dispelled Huang Xing's decadence, the scar on his face under the light was warm, "It's still there, don't be sad."