Mozun and his Master Shizun

Amidst the sound of swords singing like a dragon's chant, a white light swept across the sky and split the originally dark and dense sky.Not only Yan Xiao, but even the water flowing under the bamboo raft seemed to be frightened by the astonishing momentum, and even the flow slowed down a bit.

"Remember me now?"

Qingyue's voice was mixed with a little anger from the master.Hearing this sound, Yan Xiao couldn't even hold the oars steady, and after a few shakes, he quickly raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

Through the huge bamboo hat on his head, a figure in white floated down in front of him.

"Master!" Yan Xiao immediately stood up, stretched out his hand to grab Xu Shumo's hand overjoyed.

Xu Shumo was angry, and when he saw that he was reaching out to act like a baby again, he raised his head and flicked his sleeves not to be caught by him.But Yan Xiao would not care about this person, Xu Shumo shook his hand, he continued to reach out; :

"Stop it!"

Yan Xiao just sat back resentfully.

During all their tossing just now, none of them could escape the fate of being swallowed by the waves and skeletons. At this moment, the small bamboo raft has sailed smoothly into the sea, and the surrounding scene has also changed immediately.

Yan Xiao picked up the oars to disperse the phantom of bones and skeletons that surged up, looked at Xu Shumo who was sitting on the boat as motionless as a mountain, and asked, "Why is Master here?"

"I want to ask why you are here first." Xu Shumo's voice sounded quite calm.

Yan Xiao had thought up his speech a long time ago, and now he rushed towards Xu Shumo, his voice full of grievances: "Master, this disciple almost won't see you!"

Xu Shumo raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were full of doubts.

"Master, this disciple really didn't wander around." The expression on Yan Xiao's face couldn't be more sincere. "At first, this disciple just thought that Master was not there, and someone would always be staring at the gap on the barrier. I didn't expect that this disciple would As soon as I walked over, I..."

Yan Xiao lowered his head and began to sniff.

"That's it?" Xu Shumo really fell for it.

"A strange wind blew up, as if there was a demon clan inside." Yan Xiao said slowly, "The disciple accidentally caught eye with him, and was dragged in by him, and was swept away by the strong wind. , it’s over here.”

"Really?" Xu Shumo's eyes moved slightly, and his face softened, "What does that demon look like?"

"That man even looks weird... he wears a golden brocade headband on his forehead, but his eyes are green." Yan Xiao opened his mouth and described it in an extremely detailed and true manner.Looking at Xu Shumo's increasingly trusting eyes, he also silently apologized to his little brother in his heart.

I'm sorry, Mo Jiu, I really can't do anything about it, please carry this pot for me.

"That's it." Seeing that Xu Shumo was no longer angry, Yan Xiao rubbed against Xu Shumo and pretended to be obedient.Xu Shumo originally planned to teach him a good lesson, but when he saw him like this, he just sighed lightly, and reached out to touch Yan Xiao's head.

No educational effect is obtained.

"How did Master come here?"

"I came here by myself." Xu Shumo spoke as simple and direct as ever, "Then I was swept by the wind and saw you."

I saw that you were crying and calling for Master.

Although he didn't say the second half of the sentence, Yan Xiao's face immediately turned red, and he immediately looked around and tried to forcefully change the subject.

"Master, we are all trapped here now, what should we do?"

Under the gaze of Yan Xiao's watery eyes, Xu Shumo looked around and said in a deep voice:

"do not know."

Yan Xiao almost went crazy.

Although the black heart system swears that this place, Bo Juju, was definitely written in "Bi Luo Huang Quan Fu", but Yan Xiao couldn't remember it after thinking about it.

And since they were swallowed by this skeleton, the surrounding scene has become more and more eerie.

I don't know when, the water under the bamboo raft has turned into a rich blue color, like solidified high-quality emeralds. If the scene around him is not still changing slowly, it is almost impossible to see that the water is still flowing.The mist rises from the river surface, sometimes gathers and sometimes disperses.With the help of the occasional lights from unknown sources in the fog, I can barely see a huge door in the front, but I can't see it clearly even if I look closely.

If such a scene is just weird, then the ghost of white bones gradually gathered around the master and apprentice is very frightening and terrifying.It's just that these skeleton ghosts also seemed to have some scruples. Although they obviously wanted to harm the two of them, they didn't dare to approach the bamboo raft.

They are like this, but the young girl Yan who is extremely timid but wants to behave well in front of the master suffers.

Some people, who seem brave and fearless, go down with a paddle to break up a piece of bone, but they are actually too scared to open their eyes.

"How can it be a head if it goes on like this?"

Although his cultivation had recovered at this time, Yan Xiao didn't feel tired, but the endless wave after wave was extremely annoying. What's more, he was afraid that Xu Shumo was by his side, so he didn't dare to use his full strength. more uncomfortable.

"Turn around and look up." Xu Shumo sat on the spot, motionless as a mountain.

When Yan Xiao raised his head, he realized that the huge doorpost, which seemed out of reach just now, was already on top of his head.Amidst the faint clouds and mist, the black jade pillars rise from the water and go straight to the sky, which makes people feel weird.

"The boat stopped." Yan Xiao tried to stretch out his hand to paddle, but the bamboo raft seemed to be blocked by an invisible wall, and he could no longer move forward half a point.

"Well, it doesn't matter."

An elegant and soft voice came from behind Yan Xiao. Yan Xiao raised the big hat on top of his head, and when he turned around, he saw Xu Shumo slowly standing up from the end of the bamboo raft and walking towards him.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, the light and shadow flowed like illusions, and Xu Shumo's white clothes gradually became ethereal.

Yan Xiao panicked for no reason.

"Master..."

A chuckle came from behind the thick fog, but what answered him was a pale golden sword light.The sword light is peaceful and upright, but it also implies the power to embrace all things, like sea water, which is unstoppable.

As soon as Yan Xiao dodged away, he didn't even have time to rush to the moment of confusion, the sound of Jian Guang's approach made him feel cold all over.

What the man said was: "Mu Juanshu, long time no see."

"You..." Yan Xiao suddenly trembled all over for no reason, but when his mind was blank, he could still clearly hear his teeth trembling, "Who are you..."

The man walked towards him slowly through the thick fog.

His face was very similar to Xu Shumo's, but his overall temperament was very different.Xu Shumo was as cold as the edge of a sword, but the person in front of him looked as gentle as the warm sun in April, which made people feel fond of him.

Yan Xiao hesitated for a moment at first, but when he saw the sword emitting a faint golden light in the man's hand, he immediately knew it.

The number one magic soldier in "The Ode to the Blue Fall and the Yellow Spring", all things belong to one sword.

Qu Ning, the number one master in the cultivation world who fell thousands of years ago.

Losing is not losing, let alone the person Mu Juanshu is most hostile to.Yan Xiao also calmed down now, stretched out his hand to summon Yi Shui's tragic song, smiled at the visitor, and said calmly and indifferently: "Qu Ning, you are not dead yet?"

"We said back then that life and death go together." Qu Ning didn't seem to care about Yi Shui's tragic song in Yan Xiao's hands, but took another step forward, "You are still alive, how can I rest assured?" die."

oh grass...

Yan Xiao still maintained a cold and dignified look on his face, but his heart was about to collapse.

Why does a conversation that should be a lifelong enemy sound so basic?Bo Juju, tell me, is what you wrote really a certain kind of manly article?Why is there such a strange dialogue between the big villain BOSS and the decent boss, and what happened between these two people back then?

And the most important thing is, isn't Qu Ning dead, and it's the kind of cultivation base that has been scattered and no bones remain, it's completely cold.

What is this thing in front of me.

After Yan Xiao silently recited "Qu Ning is dead, these are illusions of the secret realm" three times in his heart, the red light of Yi Shui's tragic sword rose sharply, and he threw it towards Qu Ning.

Qu Ning shook his head.

"Why haven't we seen each other for so long? It's just that you haven't improved at all, and even regressed a lot?"

With a flash of golden light, the crisp sound of two swords clashing cleared away the dense fog around them, shaking the originally calm river into monstrous waves.The small bamboo raft in the center of the huge wave swayed from side to side and barely supported, so they didn't directly throw the two people in the center of the storm into the water.

As soon as the two exchanged a move, Yan Xiao knew that the person in front of him was indeed Qu Ning.

Since he entered this world, although he suffered losses, it was basically because he was too deadly, and he did not lose to anyone in the battle of real swords and guns.Especially after returning to the Demon Realm and recovering Mu Juanshu's strength, it is even more terrifying.

But Qu Ning, who appeared out of nowhere in front of him, was able to firmly hold him down.

The more Yan Xiao fought, the more frightened he became. Facing Qu Ning, who was still moving freely and gracefully, the fear in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

"Can you be distracted at this time, Mu Juanshu!"

Seeing that the golden light was approaching, Yan Xiao quickly turned his head away and narrowly escaped. Even so, Qu Ning's sword cut a hole on his left side, and even a few strands of hair on his temples were cut off and fell down. on the water below.

Qu Ning's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword in his hand was unavoidably slower.

Yan Xiao saw this opportunity, jumped a few steps back, placed Yi Shui's tragic song between the two, and shouted in a low voice: "Wait a minute!"

"What?" With a flick of Qu Ning's sleeve, Wanxiang Guiyi also stopped firmly in the air.

"I have something to ask you." Yan Xiao looked straight into his eyes and said, "Where did you come from? Where is Xu Shumo?"

Qu Ning couldn't help but laugh.

"I thought you were going to ask me something." Qu Ning looked Yan Xiao up and down, "It's been a long time since I saw you, Mu Juanshu, you've changed a lot."

"Everyone is subject to change." Yan Xiao bit the bullet and began to pretend to be profound.

"Became stupid." Qu Ning smiled, with a look of nostalgia on his face, but the look was only fleeting, and then with a flick of his wrist, the golden light of the Wanxiang Guiyi sword soared, and the sharp point of the sword pointed towards Yan Akatsuki's throat was stabbed sharply.