On the hillside, the white-clothed sword cultivator was an extremely distinctive existence. He was meditating with his eyes closed, and he raised his eyes the moment he heard the sound of footsteps. His eyes were as cold as a dark pool.

For a moment, it seemed as if everything was nowhere to hide in his eyes.

Chu Shang paused, and then saw the man softening his eyes, nodding at him, his sleeves were like flowing clouds, and he stretched his way as he stood up, and walked slowly.

"Fellow Taoist?" Chu Shang smiled and said casually and lazy, "I haven't congratulated fellow Taoist for his great success."

Since we met in front of the Sword God’s tomb, Chu Shang’s tone has always been like this, a bit frivolous, lazy and intimate, like a friend who has been treating for many years, or a lover...

Mu Jiao, who was facing away from Chu Shang, pulled the corner of his mouth, and his voice was as calm as before: "Thank you."

Chu Shang bent his eyebrows and his lips raised a bit of indescribable innocence and purity. He found it very interesting to know his senior brother from another perspective. What made him even more at ease was that the stars that were unattainable in the past seemed to be able to hold them in his hands at any time, and he lost that sense of distance.

Is it because of the change of strength or because of the different attitudes of the senior brother...

No matter what, he now has enough strength to ensure that everything that happened in the past will not repeat itself. He narrowed his eyes and the evil spirit flashed through Chu Shang's narrow phoenix eyes as fast as an illusion.

Mu Jiao glanced at him, unable to tell what was his emotions, so he walked down the mountain: "Now I have a baby, I want to go..."

Stop the voice.

He saw Jian Ling.

Jian Ling, who looked anxious and worried, was still dressed in a gorgeous and ostentatious manner, but the details seemed a bit messy and careless than they did at first.

When Jian Ling saw him, his eyes lit up and immediately rushed up and stopped at two or three steps away. "Ni...he, Fellow Daoist Mu!"

"Brother Mu still remember me?"

This is when he knows his identity. Without asking, Mu Jiao nodded lightly: "Fellow Daoist Jian."

A trace of complexity flashed in Jian Ling's eyes. Although he had known the identities of the brothers for a long time, he did not expect that there was such an inside story inside. At the same time, he was even more sure of the speculation that Mu Jiao was Mu Yun's reincarnation.

Thinking back to the beginning, because Mu Yun was abandoned by his family, the old sect leader of Miaozhen Sect did not like the Mu family, so he adopted a strategy of turning a blind eye, and the truth about the Mu family's destruction was successfully concealed. Unexpectedly, after going around in circles, Mu Yun's reincarnation still fell in the Mu family.

Sighing in his heart that fate was impermanent, Jian Ling glanced at the man in blue beside Mu Jiao and said quietly: "Can Brother Mu borrow a step to speak?"

Chu Shang's eyes were slightly cold.

In the corner, Jian Ling whispered: "Although this may be a bit inappropriate... But Brother Mu, can you please go to Miaozhen Sect?"

"Fellow Daoist Ni failed to fight for the transformation of God. He has not had much time to do. What he is thinking about is to see you."

A sentence was like a thunderclap. Even though Mu Jiao was not indifferent to his emotions, he could not help but tremble his wings, and his eyes shot sharply at Jian Ling like a sword: "Impact the transformation of God?"

Jian Ling thought about it, and he asked this first, if he still had some friendship with Ni Yunchu? At that time, Senior Brother Mu Yun was always a cold-hearted person. Thinking of this, he suddenly felt that the distance was much closer and explained: "I was fine a few days ago. According to Master Zhao's estimate, fellow Daoist Ni could have successfully transformed into a god within a hundred years... Later, I don't know what happened, but when everyone arrived, he had failed to overcome the tribulation and was subjected to a strong backlash."

Speaking of this, Jian Ling was also confused. The current situation has not yet reached the point where Ni Yunchu is working as hard as he can. There are many seniors in front of him. Isn’t it good to practice honestly and be the trump card of the Taoist sect?

Is it going to be empty to plan a situation now? His eyebrows were filled with an uncontrollable discouragement, perhaps because of the subconscious trust, and there was not much concealment in front of Mu Jiao.

Then he was awakened by the chill.

Mu Yun in front of him... No, Mu Jiao, the cold air around him could almost freeze to death. In a trance, Jian Ling seemed to have seen the former senior brother of Miaozhen Sect again. Whenever he looked so calm, his powerful aura could make the most naughty disciples tremble.

Mu Jiao walked towards Chu Shang and looked at him lightly: "I will go to Miaozhen Sect with Fellow Daoist Jian, how about you waiting for me here?"

Chu Shang put his hands in his sleeves, as if he had not used secret techniques to eavesdrop on their conversation, and curled his lips with a smile: "I'm waiting for fellow Taoist to come back, how should fellow Taoist thank me?"

Mu Jiao thought about it, then suddenly stepped forward and kissed his forehead. The cool breath blew on his skin, the soft touch was dry, and it was as cool as snow, and it was about to part with it.

He looked at him as if he didn't realize what he had done: "Come back soon."

Chu Shang was still in a daze. When he came to his senses, he could only see the tall and straight back of white clothes. He touched his red earlobes, and repeated a sentence in his heart: Senior brother is enlightened?

Is this too foul?

He always easily reverses the order when he takes the initiative... Senior brother is really cunning.

The ends of his eyes were bent, and in a trance, he was the clear blue boy in the past.

Ni Yunchu began to attack the transformation of gods after coming out of the Miaozhen Sect’s library. He was accused of being a “new star” and enjoyed a unique right among the major sects.

There is of course an obligation that cannot be refused.

Over the years, Ni Yunchu has never refused the burden on his shoulders. On the contrary, he seems very proactive and is always particularly fierce in the face of demon cultivators. He has organized many encirclements and suppression of demon cultivators. He has a very high reputation among the younger generation and has countless female cultivators who are secretly worried.

Zhao Yue, the daughter of Chief Zhao, is one of them.

At this time, she looked at the man with tears in her eyes and looked cold in front of the window: "Senior Brother Ni, Master Changmen said, if you go to the secret realm, you may find a way! I, can I accompany you?"

"As long as you don't give up, you can find a way! They all said that Senior Brother Ni is the son of destiny, how could he die easily? There must be hope in the secret realm!"

Ni Yunchu sneered, he hugged his chest, glanced at Zhao Yue, and said with a rude tongue: "Son of Destiny? If you come to me for this title, you may have found the wrong person."

The meanness in his words was enough to make any girl blush. Zhao Yue widened her eyes and said unbelievably: "Senior Brother Ni, how can you think of me like this?" Gripping her teeth, she wiped her tears and ran out of the door.

Ni Yunchu just looked at him coldly, without any movement.

A sigh came from behind: "Fellow Daoist Ni, when will your temper be restrained?"

This way, it doesn't look like "time is too long". Jian Ling glanced at the man in white who was deceived by him next to him and touched his nose helplessly.

Ni Yunchu didn't look back: "When reincarnation is reincarnation."

He paused, as if he felt something was wrong, and he turned around and suddenly clamped his palms.

"Brother..." His voice was low, dull and dry.

Under Yaoshui cliff, the sound of water is clamoring.

The old sect leader looked at the figure in front of him and burst into tears: "I only ask you, is Mu Yun still there?"

The white-clothed sword cultivator half-kneeled down, his voice as snowy as ice and snow: "Disciple Mu Yun, pay homage to Master."

The author has something to say: the plot is still under control, I hope I can finish the code tomorrow :)

I'll think about the extras

Good night^-^

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