The Ultimate Sword Master

"Nine orifices are exquisite."

"Incomparable intelligence."

Mu Qianhua smiled again, and the aloof and indifferent temperament on his body disappeared in an instant.

"But?"

"Smartness may not be useful sometimes."

"The more precise the planning, the greater the gap in strength that can be bridged. The end of planning is absolute power."

"The trend is mine."

She looked at Sister Leng, "How do you win?"

"There are many of us."

Leng Meizi smiled and said, "There is strength in numbers."

A conversation.

Mu Qianhua already understood what Leng Meizi was thinking, so he stopped talking, tightened the fox fur around his body, and was about to leave.

"correct."

Leng Meizi seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said: "Little sister, there is still something unclear. Please clarify the confusion."

"oh?"

Mu Qianhua paused, "Tell me about it?"

"What on earth is sister planning?"

A strange look flashed in Leng Meizi's eyes, "Would you rather let me go temporarily than let Uncle Gu go crazy?"

"My sister is so smart."

Mu Qianhua smiled half-heartedly, "Why don't you take a guess?"

Leng Meizi glanced at Gu Tian, ​​pondered for a moment, and said seriously: "It has something to do with the position of the Demon Lord, right?"

"What a coincidence."

Mu Qianhua did not answer, but asked: "Sister, I also have a question here. I would like to ask my sister to clarify it."

"What?"

"Your Majesty."

Mu Qianhua half-smiled, "Is he still alive? Is he with you?"

Leng Meizi smiled and said, "What do you think?"

Mu Qianhua glanced at the wing not far away and said meaningfully: "He is still alive, or maybe he is already here, right?"

Eyes facing each other.

Although they didn't specify it clearly, the two of them got the answer they wanted.

"younger sister."

Mu Qianhua smiled brightly and said, "You must come to the banquet tomorrow, otherwise we will lose a lot of fun."

"Sister, don't worry."

Leng Meizi smiled lightly, "I will definitely go, little sister, I love to join in the fun."

A genuine smile.

One answered seriously.

But from the outside, they look like the closest sisters in the world.

not far away.

Zhang Yuan was confused after hearing this.

From start to finish.

He felt like the two women were throwing out riddles one after another, but they didn't tell them the answers!

Play charades!

Can't understand!

He, who prides himself on being resourceful, had deep doubts about his own wisdom for the first time.

"Goodbye sister."

"Sister, walk slowly."

The fragrant wind drifted by, and Mu Qianhua's figure disappeared in an instant.

boom!

People just left.

The magic knife in Gu Tian's hand exploded with a bang, and a look of exhaustion flashed in his eyes.

"uncle!"

Leng Meizi asked with concern: "Are you okay?"

She knew it.

Mu Qianhua seemed to have ignored Gu Tian just now, but in fact, she had been secretly observing his reaction!

Even for a moment.

Gu Tian hesitated, or maybe his desire to protect her wasn't that strong. She would most likely have died in Mu Qianhua's hands!

It can be seen from this.

The pressure Gu Tian endured was actually much greater than hers!

"uncle."

She whispered: "Thank you very much."

"..."

Gu Tian was about to speak but stopped.

He wanted to say it.

If you want to thank me, just treat me as my daughter-in-law... I just thought the girl was thin-skinned and didn't say anything.

"what are you guys saying?"

After thinking for a while, he changed to another question that he was very concerned about.

Same as Zhang Yuan.

The two women had hidden secrets in their conversations and hidden knives in their smiles. He basically didn't understand a word he said and only saw them laughing.

"..."

The cold girl said nothing.

Deep in his eyes, a trace of worry flashed.

"uncle."

She whispered: "Don't worry, nothing will happen to you, and he... much less!"

Speaking of which.

She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly looked at the empty place and asked tentatively: "Old man? Are you there? Do you want to eat fish?"

Gu Tian: "???"

Zhang Yuan: "???"

…

Big dream world.

Mei Yun, who had a big shoe mark on his face, supported Da Meng, who was limping and grinning. As he walked, he complained: "Master, you have old arms and legs. Why are you so angry? You and Aunt Sun are both." What's so shameful about being in love?"

"Shut up!"

The old man glared at him fiercely.

"You think I'm happy to take care of it?"

Mei Yun rolled his eyes and said, "Let me tell you, aren't I thinking about your happiness? One day I will leave here and make a living. If you don't have someone to take care of you, how can I rest assured..."

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of loneliness and sadness.

He forgot.

This is a dream.

The old Taoist in front of him is fake. The master who picked him up and raised him has long been...

"Ah!"

The old Taoist groaned and squatted down while holding on to the wall, hugging the leg that had just been broken, sweating from the pain on his forehead.

Mei Yun bent down.

She carefully helped him put on the worn shoe, briefly treated the old Taoist's wounds, and then found a wooden stick and handed it to him to use as a crutch. He was extremely caring and said nothing.

"how?"

The old Taoist glanced at him and said, "Have you changed your temper? Became mute?"

"Master."

Mei Yun felt a little disappointed, and whispered: "I don't know when I will dream of you next time. It's so hard to meet you. I shouldn't have mad you..."

"Heh."

The old Taoist sneered, not appreciating it, "How many times have you mad at me? Who told you to use your ability recklessly? Aren't you afraid of being discovered? Aren't you afraid of cursing yourself to death?"

"That's what I said... huh?"

Mei Yun realized something was wrong instantly.

"Master."

He asked suspiciously: "How do you know these things? Isn't this a dream? Aren't you fake?"

"Dream?"

The old Taoist said faintly: "Who told you that this was a dream?"

"No?"

Mei Yun's face changed drastically.

Subconsciously, he touched his face. The shoe prints were still there, and it hurt so much. He looked at the old Taoist in front of him again. It couldn't be more real.

Suddenly.

He put down the old Taoist's broken leg and walked away.

"Where are you going?"

The old Taoist was confused.

Mei Yun did not answer, but went straight through a dense jungle and came to the back of the Taoist temple. A lonely grave came into view.

The grass on the grave was not high.

It was about one foot high, but it was green and growing vigorously.

Next to the grave.

The wooden tablet he carved with his own hands was also there.

Fortunately, fortunately!

The grave was still there!

Seeing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Come back again.

The Taoist's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

"You are just lying!"

Mei Yun was even more dissatisfied than him, "I thought you, Master, had resurrected..."

Taoist: "???"

"Do you really want me to die?"

"Master."

Mei Yun sighed, "If it is possible, I hope you will come back to life more than anyone else."

The Taoist's face looked a little better.

"Bring it here!"

"What?"

"..."

The Taoist did not explain, but searched Mei Yun's body, and finally found a withered yellow leaf from his clothes.

"Eh?"

"This is..."

Mei Yun suddenly remembered.

After he had a dream last time, he woke up with this leaf on his body. It had been so long that he had forgotten it completely.

"This time it's too big!"

The old Taoist ignored him and said unhappily: "I can't solve it, let that little rascal fend for himself!"

"And that little girl!"

"She's so cunning, you'll be exposed sooner or later when you're around her, this thing can't be hidden, I might as well take it back!"

Just saying.

He seemed to have heard something, his face turned black, and he said unhappily: "Eat, eat, eat your ass!"

Mei Yun: "???"