Mrs. Fox is too serious!

It has been half a month since Qingyun Palace was besieged by the demon sect last time. During the past half month, the Righteous Path Alliance launched a siege against the rising demon sect, and both sides suffered countless casualties.

It's just that the Righteous Dao was seriously injured, and the hidden Demon Cult no longer acted in secret as before. Instead, they established sects one after another, ending the century-old situation in which the Righteous Dao was the only one.

At the foot of Qingyun Palace, Mu Chang, who was dressed in white, walked slowly along the mountain path alone, with a tired face.On the spotless white clothes on her body, there were many dark red blood stains on the sleeves and hem.

It looked like she had just escaped from a big battle.

These days, Qingyun Palace has dispatched many elite disciples to wipe out the rampant demon sect.

And Mu Shang, who has outstanding prestige and cultivation base, naturally became the leader respected by her disciples. This time she led a group of juniors and sisters to completely wipe out the newly established Blood Knife Sect.

This battle was extremely dangerous, but thanks to Mu Chang's advanced cultivation, he managed to stabilize the situation, but she also suffered serious injuries because of it.

After returning from the big victory, Mu Chang did not return to the sect with his younger brothers and sisters, but walked to the foot of the mountain alone.

At the foot of Qingyun Palace, Mu Chang found a hillside and stopped this time. She looked at the majestic mountains in the distance, and the only remaining light in her deep and dark eyes gradually dimmed.

In the past half month, she will come here whenever she is free. This place has a wide view, and it was also the only way for Jiang Xundao to come to Qingyun Palace for the first time. If Jiang Xundao came, he would definitely find himself in the This wait.

It's just that Jiang Xundao never came, and Mu Chang didn't know if she didn't want to come, or something happened and delayed her.

I haven't seen that person for a long time, and I don't know how much she has grown, but when she is still as embarrassed as before, she can't help blushing and lowering her head, touching her neck.

The first encounter at the foot of Yunqing Mountain seems to have happened in the last life, but thinking about it now, everything is still vivid in my mind.

Things were changing, everything was becoming too much, and she didn't even get a chance to have a good word with the man.Maybe it was because of this that that person would get farther and farther away from him.

The mountain wind howled past, and Mu Chang stood alone under the moon, with a lonely and indifferent expression on his fair and delicate face.

Before she knew it, it seemed that the people around her were changing, whether it was the head of the sect or the master, but she always missed that simple blushing person.Maybe only in front of her can I let go of my defenses and express my gentleness.

The master had already preferred her to be the head of Zizhu Peak, and after discussion with the head and all the elders, she was selected as the sword-wielding elder of Qingyun Palace. She has become the youngest sword-wielding elder in Qingyun Palace's history.

In Qingyun Palace, she was revered by the young disciples, but for some reason she couldn't be happy at all.

Over the years, her only belief is her teacher, but just like Lan Yiyou, the more she understands, the more she understands that in the eyes of mortals, immortal cultivators are just ordinary people.

Collusion, calculation, jealousy and resentment, the malice that breeds in the shadows are countless.

After another night of waiting, Jiang Xundao did not appear, and Mu Chang closed his eyes.As the breeze blew past, a wisp of blue hair on the forehead was slowly blown off, the corners of the lips were raised, and the self-deprecating smile was looming.

A green leaf floated down from a big tree surrounded by two people behind him.

Mu Shang's tightly closed eyes slowly opened. She knew that someone was there, but she was too tired to speak, so she continued to wait as if she didn't know.

A turquoise figure fell lightly from the tree. The barefoot woman's face was sickly pale, her facial features were exquisite and charming, pure and enchanting perfectly blended together, alluring like a banshee.

The woman lightly moved her lotus steps, walked barefoot on the grass, and approached Mu Shang silently. She then stretched out her arms to wrap around Mu Shang's waist, and complained softly: "As usual, Senior Sister can't see the people behind."

The person behind put her body on Mu Chang's back, and the faint body temperature permeated the cool clothes, Mu Chang frowned and broke away from her hand, and took a step forward, with a cold voice: "I knew you were there. "

Qingling stared at Mu Chang's back with a faint gaze, and the corners of her lips curled up and then pressed against her, her white fingertips gently brushed over Mu Chang's shoulders provocatively: "I saw Junior Sister Zhou came back, but Seeing no trace of Senior Sister, I guessed that Senior Sister is here."

Mu Chang turned around and grabbed her restless hand, his dark eyes were cold in the darkness: "I just want to be alone for a while."

"Wait for her?" Qingling smiled, then lowered her eyes, and sighed: "Senior sister, don't you understand? I am the only one who can stay by your side forever. Why is senior sister unwilling to look behind you?" Woolen cloth?"

As in the past, facing Qingling, Mu Chang's tone was cold and unfeeling: "You and I are only from the same family, and we have no other affection."

A dark light flashed in Qingling's eyes, and she said unwillingly: "You can treat all other seniors and seniors in the sect with tenderness, so why are you so indifferent to me?"

Mu Chang glanced at her, and reminded mercilessly: "You should know the reason."

"Then what about Jiang Xundao?" Qingling took a quick breath, then stared at Mu Shang stubbornly, with tears in her clear eyes: "Did she do more for you than I did? You, how can I treat you like this? You have only known each other for a long time, and you can't forget her in your heart, and you still wait for her every day. "

Mu Shang was tired of answering Qing Ling's accusation, she turned her back to Qing Ling, and sighed softly: "Go back."

She was still unwilling to explain to herself that Qingling was a little disappointed, but she had been disappointed too many times and had already become numb. She smiled and suppressed her sadness, raised a smiling face, and said softly, "If you want to wait in the future, I will accompany you wait."

The back of Mu Chang turned and left paused, and then said coldly: "No need."

Qingling quickly followed her, and smiled self-deprecatingly: "If I want to come, you can't stop me."

The two returned to Qingyun Palace one after the other. Since the formation of the mountain guards was destroyed, the number of disciples responsible for patrolling the mountain and the mountain has doubled. They kept changing defenses day and night and guarded under the mountain gate.

The disciples who were in charge of the patrol saluted respectfully when they saw Mu Chang appearing: "Senior Sister Mu, you are back."

"Yeah." Mu Chang nodded and walked straight forward.

Qingling followed her all the time, in her eyes, there was no one else but Mu Chang.

The disciple was afraid of her weird temper, and didn't bother to get involved with her, so he smiled at her as a greeting.

After the two walked away, the disciples lowered their voices and started discussing.

"Do you feel that since the last incident, Senior Sister Mu seems to have changed a lot. In the past, she didn't treat us ordinary disciples as coldly as she does now."

"I heard that the sect leader once suspected that Senior Sister Mu had something to do with the demon girl. In order to clear up her grievances, Senior Sister Mu personally killed the demon girl on the battlefield."

"The demon girl you mentioned, could it be some kind of princess?"

"It's her. For this matter, the emperor almost cut off contact with me, Qingyun Palace."

"I also heard that that demon girl took special care of Senior Sister Mu and even saved Senior Sister Mu. I didn't expect that Senior Sister Mu would be ruthless enough to kill someone who was kind to me for her own future."

"What nonsense are you talking about? That witch is a member of the Demon Sect. How can killing someone who kills the Demon Sect be regarded as revenge."

Mu Chang had gone far away, but the words of those disciples still blew into her ears with the wind.

After a pause, Mu Chang's expression changed instantly, and the image of Sheng Anran dying under her sword with a smile flashed in his mind.

Qing Ling at the side sensed her abnormality, hurriedly stepped forward and asked cautiously: "Senior Sister, are you alright?"

Mu Chang narrowed his eyes: "It's nothing."

After speaking, he quickened his pace and rushed back to Zizhu Peak.

The cold courtyard in the past seemed to be even colder today. Mu Chang walked into the house, and with a wave of his hand, a candle was lit inside the house.

She put down the long sword, and only then began to heal herself. Although the wounds on her body were healing on their own, they still needed to be carefully recuperated.In two days, I'm afraid she will be ordered to go down the mountain again.

In the dead and silent room, Mu Chang sat cross-legged, she closed her eyes tightly, the candle on the table flickered on and off, and Mu Chang's thin face became thinner and thinner.

She frowned slightly, because she was affected by inner demons during the healing process, and her Dao heart was unstable.

Sheng Anran's face repeatedly appeared in front of her eyes, looking at her silently, even if she didn't say a word, it seemed to be accusing her of being ruthless.

Mu Shang frowned more and more tightly, a layer of cold sweat broke out on her forehead, Sheng Anran's face dimmed in her mind, she looked straight at Mu Chang, and asked with a sneer: "Shang'er, did you kill me? Because I am a member of the Devil's Cult, or to reassure your master and let your head continue to trust you."

A trace of blood oozes from the pale thin lips, dyeing the lips bright red. Mu Shang suddenly opened his eyes, and a fishy sweetness welled up in his throat.

She suppressed the surge of energy and blood, her face was as pale as white paper, she closed her eyes and silently recited the heart-cleaning mantra, slowly driving away the demons in her heart.

This kind of night has been repeated many times, and it will continue to repeat in the future.

Qingling outside the door waited silently until she felt that the aura in the room had calmed down, then she breathed a sigh of relief and walked away slowly.

Maybe Mu Chang will only remember Sheng Anran who was killed by her, and Jiang Xundao who was far away in the sky, maybe she will never look back at the person who has been silently following her and chasing her.

But it doesn't matter, only she will always be by Sister Mu's side, no one else can be as lucky and miserable as her.

Just being by her side is enough.

Qingling walked out of the courtyard, looked at the rising sun, a smile appeared on her pale face, she turned around to look at the silent courtyard, and then left step by step.

Maybe she should go to her mother and suggest that Mu Chang go down the mountain to perform tasks in the future, and take her with her.

Only in this way can she feel at ease.