Ni Yunjiao thought the person he was looking for was Chu Shang.

After all, there are only three of them on the mountain now, and only Chu Shang is unknown.

He remembered the man's joyful and angry temperament. Even if he tried his best to hide it in front of him, he would occasionally show arrogance between his eyebrows. Will such a person like the gifts his brother brought?

Ni Yunjiao didn't answer, not just because of this, but also because... the boy in front of him was very suspicious.

"Are you a demon cultivator?" The sentence structure of the question was, Ni Yunjiao said it lightly, but his tone was affirmative. This young man might have a concealed magic weapon, but he still felt a faint demonic energy.

The boy's face turned pale: "I, I..."

After stuttering for a while, he did not deny it. Instead, he defended incoherently: "I have never killed anyone...I, I am not a bad person..."

As the boy said that, he looked up at him, with almost humble expectations in his eyes, as if Ni Yunjiao's belief was a very important thing for him.

Ni Yunjiao didn't know if he believed it, so he said indifferently: "I want to go down the mountain to buy medicine for my son. If fellow Taoists want to go up the mountain, you might as well wait here."

This was agreed and took him up.

The boy smiled gratefully and said hurriedly: "Former... what medicine should fellow Taoist buy? I can recognize most of the medicinal materials, and I can also help you distinguish one or two. By the way, my name is Mu Hao. If fellow Taoist doesn't dislike it, just call me my name."

After a long list of words, he seemed to have completely escaped from the shadow of being chased and seemed a little cheerful. However, blinked, the man with a cold face had already stepped away, and his white clothes were swirling in the air with the wind.

Mu Hao trotted without hesitation and followed. His pretty little face secretly showed a little admiration and curiosity, and was quickly hidden under a simple mask.

When Mu Hao followed Ni Yunjiao up the mountain, Chu Shang was leaning under the tree in a daze. The ground was covered with white space, and only the sword marks left by Ni Yunjiao when practicing swordsmanship, but he could see it.

Until the sound of footsteps woke him up. He turned his head and saw the little tail behind Ni Yunjiao without showing an unexpected look. Today, Chu Shang was wearing a blue wide-sleeved robe, with a clear and elegant color, and could not hide the lazy and romantic feeling that appeared in his bones. At this time, he bent his lips as if he was smiling, making it difficult to tell whether he knew Mu Hao or not.

Ni Yunjiao didn't care. He just nodded slightly and greeted him, then went directly to the cave where Ni Yunchu was recovering from illness.

When his figure disappeared, Mu Hao took away the innocence on his face, and his expressionless face was a bit cold that was inconsistent with his age. He half-kneeled down, hesitated for a moment, and called out vaguely: "...Sir."

Chu Shangman waved his hand carelessly: "No need to be polite."

Mu Hao stood up, he lowered his head, with an unknown expression: "I didn't expect that sir is here too."

"I'm here to help you, isn't that good?"

Mu Hao immediately knelt down again: "The villain is frightened."

"Then let's get out." Squinted, and for some reason, Chu Shang suddenly became displeased with his eyes and his tone became bad.

But Mu Hao seemed to be used to it, and even retreated and left with some relief.

So a few days later, when Ni Yunchu recovered and walked out of the cave, he saw this scene: the young man with a jeerful expression asked a question in a low voice, gestured in his hand. In front of him, the man in white answered concisely and reached out to correct his posture again.

This kind of patience was only achieved by my brother when he taught him.

Ni Yunchu walked forward, glanced Mu Hao coldly and came to the conclusion that he didn't have to take it seriously. The qualifications of single spirit roots, age at eleven or twelve, are considered good to practice until the middle stage of foundation building, but his foundation is too weak. Compared with Ni Yunjiao, who has the same cultivation level, it is even more fragile to the rivers and seas.

"Brother." Facing Ni Yunjiao, he smiled with a little coquettish smell, "After resting for so many days, my sword is crisp. Can you accompany me for a few moves?"

Ni Yunjiao nodded and said lightly: "If you can't handle a hundred moves, you will be punished to practice the basic sword style a hundred times a day."

Ni Yunchu's face suddenly turned bitter, and her beautiful face wrinkled, which made the man in white look a little softer that was not easy to detect.

Mu Hao looked at everything in front of him silently. The harmonious scene of brothers and brothers respect seemed to be a rampant and ridiculous irony.

He remembered Ni Yunchu's eyes just now. It was casual and arrogant, as if he was looking at the dust on his feet. With just one glance, he knew that Ni Yunchu didn't recognize him.

Yes, his age is not as good as before, not to mention that Young Master Ni in the past is ten times more proud than he is now. How could he remember a young man who was trampled on his feet humbly?

No one knew that his hearing was better than that of ordinary people. That day, at the most desperate moment, he clearly heard a voice asking, "Poor! Chu'er, do you want to take him back?" Without any thought, he instinctively knew that the person he was going to take back in the old man's words.

There was no language to describe his ecstasy at that time. He was anxiously waiting for the verdict of "Chu'er", begging and praying in his heart with the best words he could think of. Then, he heard the tender, cold, and unhesitant voice answering:

"If he dares to resist, he will save him; if he dares not, he will be just a useless person."

Abandoned man.

The boy moved his body. Just such a slight struggle also exhausted all his strength, and even received heavier strength and humiliation on his body.

The light in his eyes finally disappeared with the sound of wheels passing away, and a trace of blood oozed out from the sneer on his lips. Don’t he want to resist? He is born weak and lacks nutrition, so he can’t even lift an axe! If his body is better, if he has spiritual roots... Then even if he fights for this life, he will tear the family to pieces!

Later, as if he heard the begging in his heart, he suddenly realized that he actually had spiritual roots and successfully embarked on the road of cultivation - the price was to become a puppet of the demon cultivator to try medicine.

If he hadn't met the master accidentally and knew the truth... then he might have been really satisfied.

The cold light in his eyes turned into a malice that was so thick that it could not be dissipated. With his head down, Mu Hao left silently.

On the days when the wind and clouds were quiet, Ni Yunjiao once again went to challenge Chu Shang. His swordsmanship was improving at an amazing speed, and finally got the pass to the Sword God Tomb on that day.

Faced with Ni Yunchu's childish loss, Chu Shang unexpectedly comforted him: "Those who enter the Sword God's Tomb can often come out in one month, and you will meet at that time."

His smile-smile expression made Ni Yunjiao look at him more. Chu Shang looked at him calmly, his eyes slightly hooked, which was particularly confusing. In a trance, Ni Yunjiao seemed to see a nearly crazy paranoia in his eyes, flashing away, so fast that it made people suspect it was an illusion.

On the 14th day after Ni Yunjiao entered the Sword God’s Tomb, Ni Yunchu discovered something wrong.

Mu Hao has demonic energy on his body.

"Are you a demon cultivator?" Ni Yunchu raised his eyebrows and looked cold, "What's your purpose for you here?" The sword scattered on the boy's neck. Just a little force could make him die.

Mu Hao bit his lip timidly: "Brother Jiao knows...he, he has never blamed me! If you do this, Brother Jiao will be angry..."

Ni Yunchu sneered, with a little condescending mockery in contempt: "That's my brother. Even if I kill you now, he will not doubt me!"

After pausing, seeing Mu Hao not saying a word, he simply put away his sword, stood aside with his chest in his arms and said, "Do you know there is a martial art that can view other people's memories?"

Ni Yunchu's leisurely voice made Mu Hao's face pale. The little boy stuttered: "I, I'll tell you..."

In Mu Hao's intermittent narration, Ni Yunchu clarified the cause: a young man from the Taoist sect accidentally became a demon and became one of the thousands of disciples of a great figure in the Demon Realm. By chance, he learned that the great figure was planning to give the Daoist sect a fatal blow - destroying the Nine-Dao Jade Pearl, an immortal weapon that restrained the Demon Lord. In panic, he escaped from the Demon Realm and wanted to stop this from happening.

Ni Yunchu questioned: "Since you are a demon cultivator, don't you hope that your demon Lord will have no checks and balances again?"

Mu Hao shook his head: "Although I am a demon, my relatives are still in the Central Land... If the Demon Lord has no checks and balances, the Central Land will definitely suffer from the disaster in the future. I, I don't want to see such a scene."

Ni Yunchu thought something.

Seeing this, Mu Hao said, "I heard that the Jiuxiao Jade Pearl is in the Ni family's treasure house... Mr. Ni, you must protect it."

"Although I know the location of the treasure house, I don't know how to open it." Ni Yunchu said honestly, looking a little distressed.

Mu Hao was a little flattered by his confession: "I, I know...I heard them talk about..."

Ni Yunchu smiled and nodded: "In this way, everything will be ready, only the east wind is needed."

Seeing Mu Hao showing expectation, he couldn't wait to say, "Then let's take it out now?" Ni Yunchu's mouth bent, she took out a pill of elixir from her sleeve and put it in front of the boy.

In his surprised eyes, Ni Yunchu's eyes flashed with a sharp edge: "The demons of Taoism are incompatible. If a fellow Taoist believes in me, take this Wanhan Pill. After the end, I will give you the antidote."

The methods of refining the Wanhan Pill are different in every family, and the antidotes are also different. If the antidote is not obtained in time, although it will not die, its cultivation will be dissipated day by day, which is also an extremely cruel blow to the monks.

However, what Ni Yunchu didn't know was that Mu Hao did not plan to survive this time. After a few years of testing the medicine, his body looked normal, but in fact he had no hope of the golden elixir and his life span was greatly reduced.

He only seeks revenge in this trip.

After pretending to hesitate for a while, Mu Hao looked resolute and swallowed the pill under Ni Yunchu's gaze.

"Mr. Ni... It's not time to go, let's go now?"

Ni Yunchu thought: It will take about seven days to go to the Bixiao Mountains where the treasure house is located. If it is fast, it will take half a month to go back and forth, and it will just happen that the elder brother will come out of seclusion, which will not make the elder brother worried. At that time, he can also take out the medicinal materials from the treasure house to nourish his elder brother's body.

Thinking of this, he agreed, "It's good."

It was getting dark, but it had no effect on the monks. Ni Yunchu, who left with his sword overnight, did not know that on the morning of the third day after they left, the man in white walked out of the tomb.

Chu Shang smiled and greeted him, and the first sentence he got was: "Where is Yun Chu?"

The author has something to say: Ni Yunchu vs Mu Hao, this game is counted as the human heart.

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