Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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"Chichi-"

The very slight sound of breaking through the sky resounded in the quiet mountain forest.

The two of Ye Mo were like marble statues, cross-legged on the left, without showing any breath of life.Those who can go deep into the hinterland of the Guyuan Mountains are at least the monks in the middle and late stages of foundation establishment. They are decisive in killing and killing, and they are far more than ordinary monks. If possible, the two are absolutely unwilling to reveal their whereabouts.

In the nearby forest, there was the sound of the soles of shoes stepping on the fallen leaves. It was obvious that someone had lowered the flying sword.The footsteps were light and heavy, and the footsteps should be a man and a woman. [

The two walked around, and suddenly stopped, a gloomy and indifferent man's voice said: "Daoist friend, I have already found you, why hide, please show up and see!"

Ye Bai and the two of them sneered when they heard the words, and they remained motionless. To them, this kind of deceit was naturally a small trick. Moreover, from the other party's words, it was known that the other party had only sensed Mo Eryi's aura before. How could it be possible to be alone.

The man's voice echoed in the forest, startling a crowd of birds, but no human voice responded.

"Fellow Daoist, we don't have any malicious intentions. We just have a business deal. I want to ask you to help me out. After the matter is completed, I will definitely thank you and swear a blood oath to prove it."

Another female voice sounded, gentle and charming, eloquent.

With disdain in his eyes, Mo Er shook his head sighingly. Such a thing as a blood oath can be used to deceive a new qi refining monk, but an old world like him would never believe it.

After about half a stick of incense, the woman's voice sounded again and said: "Since Fellow Daoist insists on not showing up, my brother and sister will not force me. About twenty miles north of here, there is a gourd-shaped Valley, this valley is the place where senior monks buried their corpses. My brothers and sisters found several rare treasures in it. Unfortunately, this valley has long been occupied by a group of wood-drills. We are not rivals. If you are interested, you can contact me at Tomorrow morning, we will meet outside the valley, but the time has not come yet, so the brothers and sisters of Poor Dao have no choice but to find other monks to help, so we leave.”

After speaking, the sound of howling swords rang out, and the sound gradually faded away, and the mountain forest fell into an ancient silence again.

Ye Mo and Ye Mo looked at each other, closed their eyes and meditated, both made up their minds to practice until dawn before making any plans.

After one night, there was no unusual movement in the forest.

The morning sun shines through the mottled leaves, the morning mist in the mountains is thick, and the birds and beasts are singing together.

Ye Bai returned his breath to his dantian, and slowly opened his eyes, only to see that Mo Er was already standing at the entrance of the cave, facing the rising sun, frowning in thought.

"What do you think, senior brother?" Ye Bai walked up to him and asked.

Mo Er glanced at him jokingly and said, "Your brother's heart is moving?"

Ye Bai said with a smile: "Little brother is short of a treasure right now, if you can take this opportunity to get one or two, it would be good, but I don't know how true or false what those two people said."

Mo Er pondered and said: "The Guyuan mountain range is full of monsters and beasts, there are many forbidden places, and some places where corpses and treasures are left behind are not uncommon, but those kind of thanks, blood oaths, etc. are all nonsense, I'm sure , these two must have the idea of ​​driving away the tiger and devouring the wolf, and want to reap the benefits of the fisherman."

"Brother, do you mean to ignore it?"

"No, of course we will, but whoever will be the praying mantis and who will be the oriole is up to us. Those two guys probably don't know that we have two people, so they can take advantage of it."

The corners of Mo Er's mouth curled up slightly, and Lu Dou's big pupils condensed into a point, flashing a cunning look like a fox. [

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In a small valley to the north, twenty miles away from the two, a man and a woman were waiting quietly.

The man was in his 40s, wearing a brocade blue robe, with slender eyebrows, thin lips, and hooked nose. He exuded a gloomy and ruthless aura from all over his body, and his chin was raised slightly, as if no one was paying attention to him.

The man said coldly: "Will that guy come?"

The woman in yellow standing in front of him said lightly: "Wait a little longer, if no one helps us to divert those damned wooden drills away, we will definitely get those few things, unless the senior brother plans to rush back Get some scapegoats in the door."

This woman was tall and slender, wearing a skirt, with a beautiful appearance, her eyes were half closed, she seemed to be intoxicated in the bathing of the rising sun, adding a bit of fairy air, but it was a pity that her tone was cold and vicious like an understatement, which made people shudder.

The man stood behind her, with his arms around her, his expression on his face. When he heard the words "for the dead ghost", he suddenly stared at the woman with a sinister look on his face.

The woman seemed to have eyes behind her back, and said quietly: "Xie Muhe, if you look at me like that again, I don't mind cutting off your head immediately and throwing it into the valley to feed the wooden mandrill."

The woman's voice was still cold and indifferent, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

The man named Xie Muhe snorted coldly, did not answer him, and turned his head to look away, as if he was very afraid of this woman.

The sun gradually rose, the mist cleared, and the gourd-shaped valley, like a monster with its bloody mouth open, appeared more than ten feet away from the two of them. There was a faint sound of gnawing and chewing in the valley, calling The roots of human teeth are sore and soft.

"coming!"

The woman suddenly said softly, and her face became much gentler and more obedient.

Xie Muhe's eyes shot out a sharp light like a poisonous snake, and he looked towards the sky. A sword light flew from the south. After landing, a tall and fat man appeared. After the man landed, he took a few steps back and looked around a few times. No abnormality was found, so he raised his chest and said: "I met the two fellow Taoists, I was so neglectful last night."

The voice was a little trembling, showing the image of a timid and cautious monk who coveted and peeped at treasures.

Xie Muhe snorted to show his dissatisfaction.

The woman, however, nodded her head in a considerate manner, and said with a smile: "Where is it? It's my brother and sister who are too abrupt. My younger sister, Hou Yao, has met Daoist friend. This is my senior brother Xie Muhe. I don't know how you feel. call?"

The fat man smiled cautiously: "The poor Taoist Mo Er, a casual cultivator, met two fellow Taoists, I don't know if what the two fellow Taoists said last night still counts?"

Hou Yao said: "Naturally it counts. The two of us are very grateful for being able to come. How about this? Fellow Daoist observes the situation of the Gourd Valley first before making a decision. Although my two senior brothers and sisters covet the treasures in the valley, but I won’t force fellow daoists to help each other. If you don’t want to, you can leave. There is only one request. Before the two of us get the treasure, I hope fellow daoists don’t spread the news, otherwise don’t blame us for being cruel.”

Hou Yao's words are reasonable and reasonable.

Mo Er smiled slightly, naturally he wouldn't believe her in his heart, but his mouth was moved: "It's easy to say, fellow Taoist is so considerate, and the poor Taoist is very grateful. As long as things can be done, the poor Taoist will never get half off."

Hou Yao nodded in satisfaction, and walked towards the gourd valley with Xie Muhe first, Mo stroked the storage bag with both hands, and followed cautiously, this appearance made Hou Yao even more satisfied, thinking: I am not afraid that you will not take the bait, but I am afraid that you will not come. [

Gourd Valley is divided into two parts by a narrow pass, narrow in the front and wide in the back, forming a shape similar to a gourd.

In the valley, there are towering trees and overgrown bushes, and the remains of wild beasts are everywhere. Some of them have been mostly buried in the soil, and there are many bones. I don’t know how many years have passed.

The three of them restrained their breath and walked to the pass. Hou Yao stopped and motioned to Mo Er: "Please look, fellow Taoist, there is the place where the senior monk's body sank. The spiritual energy that emanates is half true."

Mo Er followed her finger to look, and the scene in the back valley was completely different from the former one. There were only a dozen or so wood-drills with a height of two feet, a face like a ghost, and hair covering their whole bodies. The corpses were buried, mosquitoes and flies buzzed, and the stench could be smelled tens of feet away.

Among the bones, there are some human clothes and bones scattered, and several storage bags are scattered here and there. A powerful aura comes from the depths of the bones. One of the swords, which is half buried in the soil, emits a little bit of light, even magic. Make people look straight.

The wooden mandrill doesn't know how to move qi, and fights purely with innate instinct, so he can't use the treasures of human monks, so he can only throw them away everywhere.

Mo Er's heart was full of joy, this trip was worth it!

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