Yutian Sword Sect.

At midnight, an oil lamp was still burning in the house of a certain inner disciple.

On the simple earthen bed, Cong was tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

He originally wanted to meditate overnight and try to break through to the next level of cultivation.

But for some reason, ever since he experienced that incident in Yinhui Forest two days ago, the shadow of "her" often appeared in his mind.

His pitiable appearance, frail and boneless body, icy skin that feels great to the touch, and his long, smooth light green hair that is unforgettable.

He often imagined how great it would be if everything went well that day, if that man with terrifying cultivation had not appeared, if it was his turn after Brother Qiao succeeded.

But why does God’s will always fail to fulfill man’s wishes?

The cultivation is not going well, the mission is not going well, and even the perfect opportunity right in front of me is taken away by others.

He was unwilling to do so.

Boom——

Cong Xin slammed her fisted hands onto the hard edge of the kang, and Cong Xin sat up suddenly.

Perhaps hearing this sound, there was a soft rustling sound coming from the next door, followed by the sound of deliberately gentle footsteps.

A figure appeared at his door.

"What's wrong, Junior Brother Cong?"

The cold wind was blowing in the autumn night. Zhou Feng's upper body was wrapped in a thick quilt. He looked at his junior brother with an unusually ferocious expression, frowned and asked, "Are you still thinking about that?"

"Yeah." Cong Xin nodded.

"Senior Brother Zhou." He bared his teeth and gasped in a low voice, "Do you hate it?"

"hatred?"

Seeing him like this, Zhou Feng said "Hey", walked into the door, sat on the edge of the kang, and patted his junior brother on the shoulder.

"Cong Xin, senior brother is not a saint. You said, the delicacies that are on your lips are not eaten yet, and almost all of my family wealth is ruined. How can you not hate it?"

He sighed: "Your senior brother and I have the spiritual heat gun, but in the past seven years since I started, I spent more than half of my time working hard on missions in exchange for it."

Cong Xin naturally knew. He was quite close to Senior Brother Zhou on weekdays. Ever since he entered the family, this lusty and unattractive Senior Brother had always taken good care of him, so he was willing to share his inner thoughts with him.

"We are different from Senior Brother Qiao. Qiao Nai is from a noble family. He has both status and background in Yutian Sword Sect. Without much effort, he can enjoy what most disciples can only get by working hard and spending their youth.

Even if some opportunities are missed, as long as the person is still there, there is no loss." Zhou Feng swallowed and continued:

"And you and I are both from poor families, with no resources and no outstanding talents. We were defeated at the starting line from the beginning. We can only rely on external forces to find our own opportunities."

"But people always have to be satisfied, right? Let's think about it better. Compared to senior brother, my spiritual weapon was destroyed. If the three of us were killed on the spot by that guy who couldn't see the depth that day, would you still have a chance to worry and get angry now?

?”

"Can……"

"Have you ever heard a sentence? There are times in your life that you must have, but there are no times in your life. Don't force it. Junior Brother Cong, don't get carried away."

"……well."

Cong knew the truth, and he also knew that with his current strength, if he encountered an evil cultivator who killed people without blinking an eye, he would probably end up with a bad outcome, but the appearance of that girl seemed to have buried a secret in his heart.

If there is no way to remove this seed, there may be many obstacles in the way of spiritual practice in the future.

Looking at his junior brother's still extremely depressed face, Zhou Feng rolled his eyes and realized that things were not simple.

The two were silent for a moment, and he suddenly asked uncertainly: "Junior brother, could it be that you..."

"What about a good witch?"

"..."

…

A few days passed by in a flash, and soon it was the eve of the beginning of winter.

The air is getting colder, and the road leading to the foot of Lingyue Mountain should have been very sparse, but now there are many travelers hurriedly on their way.

This place is located due north of the Great Qin State. A broad main trade road runs from north to south, passing through several small towns, and leads directly from the Qin State Fortress to the Wangshu Mountains.

It is not difficult to see that most of the passers-by are here for the upcoming Moon Moon Festival.

In addition to the monks who were preparing to sign up for the trial, there were also many accompanying family members who came to see him off.

As the name of a wealthy family, Lingyue is indeed not just a casual talk.

Mu Qing and Lu Lingqiu were walking on the road one behind the other. He held her little hand, like a rich man taking his sister out for fun.

The two of them have extraordinary looks. Even if they walk as low-key as possible, they still occasionally attract the attention of passers-by. The rate of turning heads is not low.

After several days of running in, Mu Qing had a preliminary understanding of his thoughts and preferences, and was able to calmly act obedient and obedient in front of outsiders. After all, the Heavenly Level Kung Fu was so good.

In her impression, Lu Lingqiu is an extremely handsome and mysterious person, whose cultivation is unknown but absolutely unfathomable, who can take out super treasures casually, who likes weird clothes, who has many requirements but is not particularly excessive.

Although he is fierce at times, he is actually very gentle at heart.

These days in the Yugou Inn, every day during the day, he would lean against the window and read some ancient scrolls, studying something intently. But at night, he would look at the night sky in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about.

She once asked curiously: "What are you looking at?"

He did not answer, but asked quietly: "Have you seen the moon?"

"Of course I have."

"What does the moon look like?"

"Bright, round, something that shines like a plate."

"But why," he pointed to the sky, looked into her eyes, and said every word, "there is nothing in the sky?"

This question made her mind freeze at that time, and what followed was an indescribable feeling of dizziness. It was a deep, long-lasting suffocating feeling, as if part of the memory had been abruptly removed.

, which made her dare not recall it anymore.

Lu Lingqiu did not ask further questions, but seeing her painful look, he seemed to have confirmed his inner suspicion. He just gently rubbed her head and told her to stop thinking about it.

This matter made Mu Qing very concerned.

Although the young man in front of her seemed to have no weaknesses, she could vaguely feel that in a sense, he was confused and lonely.

She wanted to solve the problem he was struggling with.

Therefore, after Lu Lingqiu released the seal on her spiritual power, she began to try to use her demon-level divine consciousness to focus on recalling the past.

However, every time she touched the memory of "Moon", she would have an unbearable headache. After experiencing this behavior several times, she found that each time the pain was deeper than before, and even the last time, she fainted directly.

past.

When she woke up again, she was lying in his arms.

The ceiling of the room seemed to be spinning, and the vision was blurred.

You can feel the pure and flawless wood spirit power he slowly injected into your body, and the reassuring voice:

"You have worked very hard, Mu Qing."

"I……"

"Don't think about it anymore. This is an order."

The girl wanted to say something more, but Lu Lingqiu said firmly:

"I will solve this mystery."
Chapter completed!