Before Lin Qianshuang could carefully chew on the specific meaning of Mu Weiyin's words, Mu Weiyin let go of her hand, still with the cold and arrogant expression of an ice beauty, and the emotional fluctuations just now were like hallucinations.
Everyone who cultivates the ruthless way has already cut off their love and love, so how can they show the emotional fluctuations that have just been so fiery.
Lin Qianshuang was sure, she was looking at it wrongly.
Mu Weiyin said: "This city lord once promised to take you to Tianshu Sword Tomb to choose a suitable magic weapon. Now that you are the Tianshu landlord of this city lord, this city lord will accompany you on this trip."
The cultivation level of the cultivation world is like a food chain in the animal world. The lower-level practitioners and the upper-level practitioners seem to be a few steps apart, but there is often a huge gap in strength. The instinct of momentum and coercion will give the lower-level practitioners A very strong sense of aggression.
Therefore, Mu Weiyin's sudden approach made Lin Qianshuang a nervous feeling that he had nowhere to put it.
Lin Qianshuang also faintly felt that this was completely different from the mean request made by Mu Weiyin during spiritual practice and the feeling that she was forced to protect her in the Penglai Xianmen underground tomb. Under the attack of strong coercion, she could feel it. To each other's intimacy and care.
It's possible, not just exploited.
The city owner clearly understands the conditions for removing the Tianshu mirror. If this sentence is said in reverse, it seems to be confessing to her.
"Everyone knows that what I cultivate, Mu Weiyin, is the ruthless way, and I don't like being close to others. You are the only person who can follow the city master besides Lan Le." This is not to say that, except for Xiao Lan Le, host, are you her favorite person
There is also this sentence "If you want Tianshu Mirror, it's better to get it yourself." Think about it in a different way, host, which means that you don't need to find ways to find someone else to match, what she wants is to fall in love with you, the host.]
The system sounded abruptly in the air, and suddenly spoke, with a demonic ambiguous laughter, [Host, this time the mission is a matter of course, you can see that the target person has said that he likes you, Xiao Lanle hates Mu Weiyin quite a bit, isn't it? How can Mu Weiyin be really emotional when the two are in love with each other?]
Lin Qianshuang hugged Hanchanqin tightly, looked at the system where she didn't know where she was, and clasped her fingers on the body of the piano and said, "My heart is very small, and I can only hold one person. Now I can't take a wrong step, I will If you hate yourself, you will hate my decision even more.”
Crap, host, these people are the dharma images of your wife's primordial spirit after the split, why do you have to hesitate? The most important thing is to complete the task quickly. The boss here is urging him, and half of his salary is frozen in the account in a hurry for the New Year.
Really the emperor is not in a hurry and the eunuch is in a hurry.
The donkey-eared man sitting on the desk held up the glasses that fell on the tip of his nose, blocked the boss's monitoring for ten seconds in the background operating system, and a ray of light flashed through the lens.
It's time for the next trick to deceive the host.
At the other end, the system was silent for a while, and Didi sounded a warning.
"Host, Han Chanqin will automatically disintegrate and disappear within ten days. Once Xuan Luowan's soul dissipates, the mission of the target to save the raider Xuan Luoqing will fail. Host, you will be brain-dead in reality and completely wiped out in this world. Please take care, host!"
Lin Qianshuang was stunned. She remembered that when Xuan Luoqin handed her the Han Chan Qin, she didn't say a time limit, but only warned her to stay away from the demon realm. Xuan Luowan was Xuan Luoqing's younger sister. Coexisting under the sub-hull, how can the other party be in a dangerous situation.
With a little thought in her eyes, she took the Hanchan Qin back into the storage jade slip. What the system said was that the Hanchan Qin was going to be disintegrated, but she was in a repairman who didn't play cards according to common sense. If the Qin was broken, you could find a new one The magic weapon that can hold the soul.
Lin Qianshuang looked thoughtfully at Mu Weiyin who was walking in front. With the city master like a cultivator, there was no need to worry about changing the magic weapon for Xuanluo late.
system:"%*#*?."
Its original intention is to make the host have a sense of alertness and promote the feelings between the host and the city owner. How can the logical thinking of the host be divergent, but instead seek distance.
Lin Qianshuang watched the system go silent, then disappeared with a drop, and pursed her lower lip. When she first arrived here, the system was like a mentor in a novice village, but gradually she became familiar with the world and how the system assigned tasks. The rules, instead, she began to doubt the intention of the system. From the beginning, she was induced to do some tasks to gain goodwill. When she noticed that something was wrong, she was already trapped in it and could not escape.
She pinched her chin with her fingers and thought calmly for a while, but she still chose to believe the system's words, so as not to be led by the nose.
The sword mound in Tianshu City was originally one of Mu Weiyin's magic weapons. The real body of the sword ruins is the soul lamp, and the wick is deep-sea shark oil, which can burn for thousands of years. Buried deep in the ashes of the lamp, the silver light of shark scales was faintly smeared.
Mu Weiyin walked in front with a lamp and said, "All the instruments here have spirits, and some of them are irritable. If you choose the instrument and the instrument doesn't respond, don't touch it again."
Lin Qianshuang clearly looked at the looming magic weapons in the Jian Ruins. She had seen many spiritual magic tools, and the Zixiao Sword was the violent god-level magic weapon she had ever seen. The reverse sword master conducts a subjective attack.
Although this artifact has high qualifications, it is also arrogant and arrogant. Even an open and hanging character like Liang Jingxuan cannot fully control it. How can ordinary people repair it? Maybe one day, it will go crazy.
She looked around at the dense group of silver flickering swords. She was a sword cultivator who was good at melee combat, and she naturally used a handy spirit sword. She was relatively silent.
A spirit tool that can resonate, no matter what the rank is, it is the best that suits you. Anyway, things like spirit tools can be advanced with accessories in the later stage. In addition to the gluttony that worries her recently, she has no other villain bosses to worry about. of.
Walking in the ruins where the candle dust was flying, Lin Qianshuang's eyes turned blue, a ray of magic light swirls into the pupil, and the spiritual consciousness turned into a thread of purple mist that diffused from the whole body, turning into two birds circling in the sword ruins. The sky seemed to spread its wings and call.
Suddenly there was a humming sound in a corner where the broken swords were densely covered, and the flying bird hovering high in the sky turned into a purple mist and swirled down and shrank back to Daolin Qianshuang's palm.
found it.
Lin Qianshuang was overjoyed and walked quickly towards the quiet place in the sword ruins. The magic tools in this sword tomb were all searched by Mu Weiyin when he was wandering around. A recognition of the Lord is really rare.
The spikes of the long sword swayed from the air, and the blade covered with ashes was wiped clean by a white hand, revealing the original dark blue material and luster, and two strange characters seemed to be engraved on the hilt, which were not very clear.
Mu Weiyin sat on the broken sword slanted on the wall of the lamp, watching Lin Qianshuang pull out the Qianyu sword, a smile appeared in his blurred and deep eyes.
The Thousand Rain Sword, which was cast for her, finally found its rightful master after a hundred years.
Lin Qianshuang and Mu Qianyu were probably misunderstandings caused by the heavy rain.
Mu Weiyin's eyes looked at Lin Qianshuang slightly. The sense of the marriage bond of life and death connected each other's senses. She could feel her happiness. The long-lost and unfamiliar emotions impacted her numb heart, and she couldn't help but bend. Bend the corners of the mouth.
- "Mu Weiyin, the difficulty in ascending is not a problem of your cultivation of the ruthless way."
"Why is that?"
- "You are missing the love calamity you missed a hundred years ago. Find the person who hit you, and you will unlock the last layer of the ruthless Dao."
The conversation with Tiandao fifty years ago was still in Mu Weiyin's heart. He thought that the person who hit him was Xiao Lanle, but fortunately, she didn't miss it again and found her.
Mu Weiyin sat on a high place, and meditated with a tall posture and said: "This sword is called Qianyu, a water-type spirit sword, which is in line with you. The sword spirit is a gentle and considerate water spirit in the Lingxi of Kunlun Mountains, and it does not need to be tamed."
Lin Qianshuang pinched and tossed the spirit sword and said sincerely to Mu Weiyin, "Thank you for the gift from the city lord, my subordinates like it very much."
Mu Weiyin watched Lin Qianshuang try the sword in a leisurely manner. The sharp swordsmanship and overlapping steps made her heroic and valiant, and it slowly overlapped with somewhere in her memory, making her a little lost.
An approaching strong aura in the sword mound quickly caught Mu Weiyin's attention, she disappeared from the broken sword and appeared beside Lin Qianshuang, reflexively grabbed her arm, and said, "Someone In the vicinity, be careful out of the sword grave."
Lin Qianshuang looked up at the image projected by Mu Weiyin waving his sleeves in the mid-air sky mirror. The head of Lingxiao Sword Sect, Chen Sanxuan and Xiao Lanle, were standing together. The doors were almost all closed. In front of them, smoke billowed from the blazing Buddhist Temple Locking Demon Pagoda. At the top of the tower, there was a young man in a cape and black standing on it. Jiaolong wandered up from the tower and rubbed his head affectionately.
The black-clothed youth threw the Zixiao Sword down arrogantly, and slammed it in front of the crowd of Zongmen. The dark purple sword slashed the ground, and the rocks flew, forcibly forcing the crowd back several steps.
"She's dead, and I don't have anything to worry about."
Liang Jingxuan looked down, untied his cloak, revealed his face, pointed to somewhere viciously, and said, "City Lord Tianshu, I know you are peeping on a small video, we have to do a good calculation of our accounts, and give it to me!"
Seeing that there was no movement around him, Liang Jingxuan became angry, the Jiaolong Pagoda tightened, and the Demon Locking Pagoda broke and twisted into rubble, falling down.
He jumped to the ground and pulled out the Zixiao Sword, kicked the unsightly scabbard aside, his toes seemed to be hurt by the kick, and he fell and almost fell to the ground.
Liang Jingxuan hated the pink scabbard that was rolling aside, turned to the group of snickering sect disciples, rolled his eyes, and said, "What are you laughing at! Believe it or not, I have destroyed the rest of the demon lock towers!"
Among the people in the sect, Xiao Lanle was the head of Penglai Immortal Sect, Liang Jingxuan was once a disciple of Penglai Immortal Sect and her senior brother, she should stand up the most.
Xiao Lanle resolutely walked out of the crowd, watching Liang Jingxuan cursing on and off, with a look of contempt across his eyes, and said indifferently: "Liang Jingxuan, you almost destroyed the Penglai Immortal Gate, and the release of demons caused the world to be in dire straits. , and now what do you want to do to harm the world!"