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At the end of the year, Mo Ran, who was living in seclusion in the mountains, received a letter from his uncle and learned of the chaos in Shu and his return to the world of mortals.

Chu Wanning is in seclusion for the fourth year.

Mo Ran and Xue Meng fought side by side, and the two young masters at the top of life and death led everyone to sweep away the evil spirits in the lower cultivation world and pacify the evil bandits. In the end, the peak showdown was provoked in the hometown of Caidie Town. Xue Ziming killed more than a thousand evil spirits and expelled hundreds of ghosts. Mo Weiyu repaired the cracks in the sky and sealed the evil spirits with his own power.

After this battle, the city defenses in Shangxiujie were removed, and the people of Lowerxiujie were allowed to enter the pass.

Xue Meng Mo Ran is famous. The former's prestige as a phoenix chick is unmatched. The latter's enchantment skills are very similar to Chu Wanning's when repairing the cracks in the sky, so he is called "Master Mo" by the world.

The white clouds are like a dog, and the years are wasted in the blink of an eye.

Since the battle of Lingshan, although Xue Meng has gained a good reputation, he is not as complacent and complacent as he was when he was young. As long as there is nothing to do, he will practice diligently in the bamboo forest, practicing Sanjiu in winter and Sanfu in summer, even if he occasionally Even if you are sick, you will never stop.

He remembered his master's words, even if he didn't have the divine weapon in hand, the favored man of heaven would still be the favored man of heaven, but he would have to put in more blood and sweat. He would no longer be naturally gifted, but hard work would eventually make up for his weakness.

Sometimes after performing a set of sword skills, he would fall down from the end of the bamboo forest lightly and elegantly. In the sunlight filtering through the leaves of the forest, he would turn his head. Occasionally, he would feel a drowsiness in front of his eyes, as if he saw the man sitting on the rock, playing music. A small figure holding leaves.

This reminded him of that day, when Chu Wanning, who had become smaller, watched him practice his sword in the forest. The melodious music told him when to be urgent and when to be slow.

Xue Meng tilted his head and recalled carefully, the music seemed to be in his ears.

So he closed his eyes and calmed down. When he opened them again, he saw a piece of dead bamboo floating down. Suddenly, the light of the knife flashed under his eyes, the dragon roared, the shadow of the knife relaxed and relaxed, and when he started to move, it was as urgent as a thunder. Click, the closing position is like snow falling from the sky.

When Long Cheng withdrew, he stood up straight. The dead leaves had been cut into thousands of strands and fell silently to the edge of his boots.

When he lowered his head, he still seemed to be a young man with an immature face and an impatient young man.

When he raised his eyes again, his eyebrows were straight and his eyes were clear but steady, like a rushing stream finally rushing into the lake and sea, becoming peaceful and broad.

Five years.

Xue Meng held the knife, wiped the frost blade with a piece of white cloth, and was about to put the knife back into its sheath. Suddenly, he heard a rush of footsteps in the distance, and a disciple rushed over, shouting: "Young Master! Young Master!"

"What's wrong?" Xue Meng frowned, "He's in a panic and has no manners at all. What's the matter?"

"Red Lotus Water Pavilion——" The man ran out of breath, his face was red, and he gasped, "Master Huaisui, Huaisui is gone! Elder Yu, Yuheng - wake up, wake up!!"

With a "clang", Longcheng, a soldier of hundreds of battles, was accidentally dropped to the ground by his master.

Xue Meng's handsome and fair face suddenly turned pale, and then immediately turned red. His lips opened and closed, and in the end he didn't even remember to pick up his own weapon, and rushed to the top of life and death like flying. On the way to the south peak, I almost tripped over a rock and stumbled.

"Master!! Master!!!"

Xue Ziming, who had just lectured others about their lack of manners, lost even the slightest bit of his own manners in the blink of an eye.

I ran outside the Honglian Water Pavilion and before I entered the main hall door, I saw Xue Zhengyong striding out of it. Seeing his son going in like a desperate man, Xue Zhengyong hugged him with a smile on his face.

Xue Meng was so anxious: "Dad!"

"Okay, okay, I know you want to see Yu Heng." Xue Zhengyong said with a smile, "But he just recovered and lacked energy. He said a few words to me and then fell asleep. You are always embarrassed to disturb your master's rest. "

Xue Meng was stunned: "That's true, but..." But the five years have been too difficult to endure. He has a lot to say to the master, and wants to rush over and tell the master now that he has taken Lingshan. The first place winner in the competition wanted to tell Master that he had suppressed the evil spirits, and that he...

"Be sensible."

"..." The word "sensible" is like the seven inches of a snake. If you pinch it, Xue Meng will obey. He almost let out a long sigh. Although he stopped, he stretched his neck forward, as if this way he could pass by his burly father and see the person lying on the couch through the ajar door.

Xue Meng pursed his lips, somewhat unwillingly: "I'll just go in and take a look at Master, I won't say anything."

"How can I not know you? You yell when you are happy." Xue Zhengyong glared at him, "When you came back from the Lingshan Conference after winning the competition, you acted coldly in front of outsiders. You yelled for four or five days when you got home. You always talk to everyone about how you kicked Nangong Si off the demon wolf's back, and now even Aunt Li of Meng Potang can recite your exact words. Who believes you if you say you don't say anything?"

"……OK."

Xue Meng was wilted.

"That's what my father taught me."

"That's when your father's words were missed."

Xue Meng curled his lips, but couldn't help but wonder: "Dad, how is Master?"

"It's good. Master Huaigui even removed the remaining poison left by the torpor willow."

"Ah, does that mean that Master will never become Junior Brother again?"

"Haha, not anymore."

Xue Meng scratched his head, feeling vaguely regretful when he thought that he would never see Xia Si Ni again.

"So, everything else is okay? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

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