Chapter One Hundred and Thirty One

Early the next morning, Mu Jianli stood up. Regarding her skills, staying up for several nights is nothing at all. Even her injuries recovered by closing her eyes and resting. By the early hours of the morning, she had already recovered for the most part.

Subconsciously wanting to fetch water to wash, but seeing the door opened, Luo Qianxue smiled and brought her water, with a soft towel draped around the basin. Mu Jianli was a little uncomfortable, so he thanked him. While washing herself, she saw Luo Qianxue go out and brought breakfast.

Although it's not the clothes to stretch out your hand and open your mouth, it's almost...

This is a kind of people's kindness, and Mu Jianli is inconvenient to refuse, so he can only say: "Senior Sister Luo has broken Sha Jianli, I will do all these trivial matters myself."

Luo Qianxue smiled and said: "Girl Mu, you are welcome, I always need to be considerate to the guests of Xingyue Sect."

Without waiting for Mu Jianli's objection, she continued: "The girl will practice exercises later, right?"

Mu Jianli just nodded: "I want it."

Luo Qianxue took out a piece of incense, lit it, and said with a smile: "This is a peaceful fragrance, which helps to purify and settle down. If Girl Mu needs any auxiliary materials, I will get it."

It's really a home away from home, considerate and thoughtful. Whatever you want, everything is ready for you. Even if your heart is like a stone, you have to lead others' love. Mu Jianli helplessly said: "Don't bother Senior Sister, Jianli can meditate on her own."

Watching Luo Qianxue go out, Mu Jianli stood quietly in the middle of the room, looking at the bronze mirror on the side.

The person in the mirror is still beautiful, and the complexion is much better than yesterday, with the ruddy after rest. The bead necklace on the chest complements the fair skin, making it even more beautiful.

Mu Jianli, is this you? She couldn't help asking herself.

This kind of life, lazy satisfaction, some care, some flattery, some love, Mu Jianli, are you very happy, very greedy, and have some inner enjoyment?

what are you doing?

When do you need this kind of food?

When do you need this kind of saddle?

Why should I care if I am beautiful today?

Why should I care what they think of you?

Whether it's the rejection of fellow practitioners at this time, or Xue Mu's praise and care at this time... Are these really important?

Do you work hard to obtain these? No, it is not. In order to explore the true meaning of kendo, set foot on the pinnacle of life, and chase the strongest power!

Where did Weijian's practice since childhood, the ideal of combining the sword with the Dao to go? Spoiled in this laziness of rich clothing and jade food?

And he... Mu Jianli did not deny that she was disturbed by him. She knew that she might not be able to forget this man anymore, knowing that she might miss him in the future... But what about this? Is it for the first time to practice cultivation to find a man hurt?

Mu Jianli took a deep breath, his eyes gradually changed from confusion to firmness, suddenly his figure shook and disappeared into the mist in the morning.

After a while, he appeared in the spirit sword gate that had been challenged, and solemnly bowed his hand: "Jianli lost her bag, come to borrow two silvers, and pay it back soon."

There was a sneer in the face: "Oh, the head of Qianlong, ask Young Master Jian, do you also need to borrow the money of our little door?"

Mu Jianli replied calmly: "Then follow the rules of the rivers and lakes to challenge the rules and bet on silver compared to swords. How about flying light to make up?"

There was silence, and then ten taels of silver were lost.

After a while, Xue Mu stood in Mu Jianli's room, where there was no one in it.

The silk robe, including apron, embroidered shoes, and pearl hairpins, was neatly laid out on the bed. The necklace wearing the Jiaozhu was also there, and she didn't even take one of the things she gave her.

There was a letter left on the table, the handwriting was free and easy and sharp, and it also brought some sense of beauty. Xue Mu looked at the font and was silent for a long time before starting to read the content.

The content is short:

"Luxury and comfortable, kill people's hearts, hinder kendo, forgive the sword glass is no blessing, can no longer please the king's eyes. All kinds of things are returned, and if you are fate in the future, you will report to the general manager for kindness, and you will not hesitate to break your bones."

Xue Mu watched it several times, and said repeatedly, "This will is really admirable. When he was weakest even with injuries and poison, he thought he could take the opportunity to kill him, but he didn't even pass for a few hours, so he decisively reflected on himself. Departed categorically."

Zhuo Qingqing also sighed: "Naturally born with a sword heart, it is really not the same as the popular."

"She is also the persistence of the sword in her heart that surpasses everything, at least more than the pursuit of foreign objects, and also more than the interest in emotion." Xue Mu put away the letter paper and smiled: "It also shows that your son failed to pick up girls."

Zhuo Qingqing laughed and said: "The meat on the side of the mouth ran away, can the son laugh without mind?"

"I said, the intention of the experiment is the main..." Xue Mu sighed softly: "At least she let me know that the glitz of the world may not be able to kill everyone's will. There are still truly firm inquirers in the world."

Zhuo Qingqing looked at Xue Mu's expression and smiled: "The expression of pity, the son, is not like an experiment."

Xue Mu didn't shy away from saying: "If she is easily caught up in the glitz, forgetting her original intentions, then I won't regret it. If she did so, Fang felt missed."

Zhuo Qingqing understands the feeling of missing good things, and smiles a little gleefully: "When she cultivates deeper and stronger, the son is afraid that there will be no chance."

"That's not necessarily." Xue Muyou said: "I always feel that the way to ask Sword Sect is absolutely problematic. Seven emotions and six desires are human nature. Usually, we focus on one thing and have not tried other things. Naturally, we can ignore it. Once you have experienced **** into your body, experienced before and after the moon, and experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships, I don't believe that she can be ignored forever, and people are not really reborn with a sword."

Zhuo Qingqing refused: "But Lin Wuya came out."

"Well, that's also true. The super sect always has some ways. It's even harder for me to guess at this point." Xue Mu smiled and said, "I think Mu Jianli should be 80% of the time. I'm going to invite the teacher. I'm really curious, what mystery Lin Wuya will teach his apprentice."

In fact, if Mu Jianli hadn't left, Xue Mu wouldn't be able to stay in Lingguang County for long. Now that she had left, Xue Mu didn't bother and went back to Lingzhou as a group.

In fact, he still needs to do a lot of things, sultry sisters return sultry sisters, and they didn't really treat them as an important matter. To him, Mu Jianli was just an experiment of his heart, and it was a small episode of adjustment.

Although... Regret is indeed a pity, I hope there will be opportunities for intersection in the future.

The team returning to Lingzhou was also forced to force the wind and the sun. His injury was not as serious as Mu Jianli's, but after recuperating that day, his complexion was not as good as Mu Jianli's, and he was still pale and haggard. God knows what he has become like tossing on the awkward woman in the earth kiln, I am afraid that he will lose his vitality.

Xue Mu didn't have the consciousness of deceiving people at all. On the contrary, the more he looked at him, the more he felt Coke. The regret of Mu Jianli after running away was greatly diluted. There is no harm if there is no comparison. If you are a pity, what should Feng Lieyang be?

"Lie Yang, I heard that your knives are all broken?"

In Feng Lieyang's heart, Xue Mu could be regarded as his own person who helped him detoxify. Although this is not a kindness, I am not embarrassed to ask him for the black dragon. After all, if there is no Xue Mu, the black dragon might be taken away by six doors, or another storm may arise. It may not be his.

Of course, this is also because Xue Mu is the chief director of the Xingyue Sect, and the situation is better than others. If he changed a few people, he might be evil to the courage, but he is not a good person.

When Xue Mu asked, he answered honestly: "Well... Feng lacks a good knife. He didn't have a special feeling before. He thought that his true energy was strong enough to break everything. Now I know that true energy cannot replace everything. Otherwise, What benefit do we exercise?"

Xue Mu smiled and said: "As far as I know, Zheng Haoran from the Forge Sword Valley is about to arrive in Lingzhou, I will ask him to order a good knife for you. You are welcome, we are our own, and this black dragon also has you. Now that I have taken the Black Jiao, I should make up for it."

Feng Lieyang didn't expect Xue Mu to be quite a man. Hei Jiao's depression disappeared a lot. He said with joy, "Thank you, Director Xue."

"Work hard, the future of Yanyang Sect is up to you..." Xue Mu kindly patted him on the shoulder, and kindly helped him to support the belt: "Dai Zheng, it's crooked..."