Holding a soft and delicate body, mu Qingxiao had a myriad of thoughts. He came to Qingyun for six years and gained a lot. His cultivation improved several steps, gave birth to the field, and understood the magic power of the unity of man and sword.
It can be said that today is different from the past. After the plane ends, there are mysterious shops waiting for him. It is really difficult to estimate the harvest brought to him by a plane.
The most important thing is the beauty in your arms. No one can replace anything.
"Hum..."
Lu Xueqi snorted in her sleep, holding mu Qingxiao like an octopus. Her small head arched on his chest. She didn''t wake up. She galloped all night, which still consumed a lot of physical strength.
In Mu Qingxiao''s arms, she took off the cold in the past and slept very peacefully like the little girl who found her home.
Half an hour later, her sleepy eyes were hazy. Lu Xueqi woke up, rubbed her eyes and forgot her current situation. All her delicate bodies were exposed to the air, which made mu Qingxiao''s lower abdomen burst into a evil fire again.
"Xueqi, the morning is good for cultivation. Let''s hurry up."
As soon as the words fell, in Lu Xueqi''s exclamation, mu Qingxiao turned over and pressed up, which was another tumultuous rain.
At about nine o''clock in the morning, they walked out of the guest room at the same time. Mu Qingxiao looked refreshed, and Lu Xueqi''s face remained the charm after entertainment.
When he came to the restaurant, the servant had prepared breakfast and told him that there were many guests who settled here last night, but he didn''t see Zhang Xiaofan and others who came here with him.
Mu Qingxiao ate breakfast and said, "in that case, Xueqi, I have to go back to Qingyun with you after I finish my work. How about it?"
Lu Xueqi was already his wife. Her beautiful eyes were full of tenderness and said, "listen to you."
"OK."
Since there is no news from Zhang Xiaofan and his team, mu Qingxiao doesn''t intend to stay any longer. Then he asks the store owner to take a message. If Zhang Xiaofan and his team come here, they don''t need to worry.
To deal with trivial matters, mu Qingxiao takes Lu Xueqi directly and turns into a sword light to shoot at Huqi mountain.
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The next morning, a sword light fell within the range of Huqi mountain.
To the north of Qingyun, there is a continuous green mountain. This mountain is the place where the demon fox family has multiplied for generations. Its name is Huqi.
But I don''t know how many years ago, the people of the ghost King sect came here to build large-scale civil engineering, and took this fox Qi Mountain as the location of the general altar of the ghost King sect, and the ten thousand people of the leader of the ghost King sect also continued to study and try the four spirit blood array here.
With the increasing power of the four spirits blood array, the evil foxes living in Huqi mountain gradually became uneasy. The ensuing earthquake caused heavy casualties for the evil fox people and the disciples of the ghost King sect. Today, the general altar of the ghost King sect in Huqi mountain was rebuilt by Qinglong and Youji on the previous site.
"Is this the fox Qi Mountain where the ghost King sect is located?"
Looking at the scenery of green mountains, green waters, birds and flowers around, Lu Xueqi really can''t believe that this is the general altar of ghost King sect.
"According to the marks on the map, if we don''t deviate, this must be huqishan. Besides, look..."
Lu Xueqi looked in the direction mu Qingxiao pointed out. It was just the top of Huqi mountain. He could see the tall buildings. Although it was not as grand as Qingyun gate Yuqing hall, it was also a big palace.
Along the steps on the mountain road, mu Qingxiao led Lu Xueqi to the mountainside. At this time, a low cry sounded: "who are you, and how dare you break into the ghost King clan!"
At the entrance halfway up the mountain, two young men in black with swords came out from behind the tree pole. When they saw Lu Xueqi''s first glance, a glimmer of greed flashed in her eyes, but after a careful look at them, they quickly put away their greedy eyes.
They are not fools. They know that some people can be provoked and others can''t. The handsome men and women in front of them know that they are not ordinary people. They are just ordinary disciples of the ghost King sect. If they want to live long, they have to be smart.
Mu Qingxiao naturally looked at each look in his eyes and whispered, "please inform the rosefinch Saint envoy, and say that my old friend is here."
Two young men in black looked at each other and nodded slightly. One of them said seriously, "wait a moment here, and I''ll report it to the holy envoy."
A moment later, a purple shot from the top of the mountain, followed by a woman dressed in black and covered with gauze. When she saw mu Qingxiao''s face, her eyes contracted violently.
"How did you come to the ghost King sect?" Youji was a little confused. She stepped forward and said respectfully, "I don''t know if you came here, Youji is far away."
Hearing the speech, mu Qingxiao took a smoke from the corner of his mouth and said, "I''m not so old. You don''t have to call me an elder. You can call me mu Qingxiao or master mu."
"Well, I don''t know why Mr. Mu is coming to the ghost King clan?"
Youji stared at mu Qingxiao and Xiumei picked it. After all, the breath on the young man was too dangerous. Even the ghost king didn''t have such a terrible breath.
Mu Qingxiao didn''t know that his temperament brought tons of pressure to Youji. His tone was flat and said, "I''m the ghost king. I don''t know if I can lead the way?"
The tone was plain, but there was no doubt. Youji knew that mu Qingxiao had to see the ghost king today. She sighed: "master mu, please follow me."
When mu Qingxiao and Lu Xueqi disappeared, the two young men in black felt a sense of survival. At the same time, they were shocked. Who was the young man just now, and let the Suzaku Saint make such a low voice.
On the top of Huqi mountain, in the pavilion of the ghost king, mu Qingxiao and Lu Xueqi sat at a wooden table, tasting fragrant tea.
Soon, Youji hurried over with several figures.
The leader was dressed in black, a middle-aged scholar with fine eyebrows and square face. Although his appearance was not handsome, he was quite gentle, bright eyed, and elegant with a momentum of not being angry and self threatening.
On the left side of the middle-aged scholar is a white faced scholar with a green robe and a feather crown. He is gentle and elegant. A green dragon is embroidered on the cuff of the green robe.
On the right is a green shadow. At this time, a pair of bright eyes are staring at mu Qingxiao and Lu Xueqi.
There is no doubt that the foremost middle-aged scholar is the leader of the ghost King sect, and the gentle white faced scholar on the left is the Qinglong holy envoy, one of the four holy envoys. Youji and Baguio have seen it several times.
"Ha ha, Mr. Mu''s coming to the ghost King sect really brightens my humble house!"
Ten thousand people led the three and walked up with a smile on their faces. They didn''t even see each other, but they were like old friends for many years.
After Youji came back from kongsang mountain, she reported her journey one by one to the ghost king, especially mu Qingxiao, a dangerous figure, who emphasized it several times.
The ghost king didn''t believe it at first, but the moment he saw mu Qingxiao, he immediately believed it. What was sitting in front of him was not a person, but a terrible sword!
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