He was already surprised that Yue Liangze would come to Muxujing, and he was even more surprised that Lingluo also came.
After the critical hit, the first thing he said to the man and the fox was: "It is not my idea to petition the Holy Sword Sect."
This is really unexpected.
The white fox paused in waving its claws.
I had thought before that with Mu Xujing's personality, it was impossible for him to take the initiative to petition the Holy Sword Sect. Now it seems to be true?
Yue Liangze raised his eyebrows slightly and asked again: "Did you kill that man?"
Mu Xujing was silent.
He turned his head away, his already pale face now looked bloodless, and his familiar gloomy brows even had a hint of hostility.
Judging from his appearance, Mu Xujing was not as desperate as Jiang Jun said.
But both the man and the fox smelled a strong smell of blood in the air.
Mu Xujing's silence didn't last long. He lowered his eyebrows and said, "Yes."
This answer was enough to make the newly arrived disciples of the Holy Sword Sect return home.
Yue Liangze said calmly, "Think it over first."
Mu Xujing said in a hoarse voice: "I am tired of being a cultivator."
In his nearly twenty years of life, he only lived as a cultivator for two years, but the feeling and experience there were much more complicated than anyone else's.
For the past decade or so, Mu Xujing, who was called an orphan, grew up in the mountains and lived freely. Even though some villagers occasionally treated him as a bandit and thief and beat and scolded him, there were still kind old people who were willing to protect him.
The young man never thought about becoming rich and powerful, nor did he desire to be a superior person, let alone save the people and eliminate evil and uphold justice.
He just lived a quiet and comfortable daily life.
The white fox jumped out of Yue Liangze's arms, climbed up the chain to Mu Xujing's shoulder, and bit his face with its claws.
Yue Liangze asked: "Why do you want to kill him?"
Mu Xujing said: "I killed him, you can do whatever you want with him."
Ling Luo: "You know the Immortal Chief Order, right?"
"I know." Mu Xujing curled his lips slightly, "I don't need this spiritual power either."
"It's not just as simple as losing her spiritual power." Yue Liangze said, "You've seen Zuo Bai's condition. Without her spiritual power, her body becomes weaker than an ordinary person. She can't even walk a few more steps without panting, so she can't protect herself."
"Being expelled from the Immortal Chief's order is a mark that cannot be washed away even in reincarnation."
The white fox poked Mu Xujing's face with its claws. "You said that you are capable of this. If you are really to be ripped of your bones and cut through your spiritual veins by the Immortal Chief Order, you will scream in pain. The Immortal Chief Order will not let you die, but Qishan will make your life worse than death. Do you think you can get away with it by admitting that you killed him?"
The paws were furry and fleshy, and the white fox was so small that it didn't hurt to slap someone, and it even felt comfortable.
Yue Liangze took the white fox back without saying a word.
He said: "Even if you really killed the person, you have to give me a reason."
Mu Xujing turned his head away, not looking at him, nor saying anything, obviously not wanting to give any reason.
Yue Liangze did not expect this to be the case. Mu Xujing looked fearless and did not care about life or death. It seemed that no one's advice would be of any use. This situation made him inexplicably irritated.
Mu Xujing didn't answer, and Yue Liangze had no choice but to leave in silence after a moment of stalemate.
As soon as I walked out of the prison door, I couldn't see Jiang Jun and Wu Xu.
When Yue Liangze reached the intersection, the white fox in his arms jumped out and chased a gray mouse. It disappeared in the blink of an eye. He had no time to stop it. He only noticed that the road had changed.
When we came here, Wu Xu had said that the Silk Road was ever-changing, and the terrain inside was riddled with holes. The tunnel was covered with white snow, and the footprints left by the white fox when it ran past disappeared in an instant.
If the mark didn't disappear too quickly, then the road must have changed.
The only people who can control the Thousand Silk Road are those from the Moon Palace, or those from the Red Snow Gate.
Yue Liangze walked out of the intersection. No matter what the people in the Moon Palace wanted to do, he had to go and get his little fox back.
Lingluo chased the gray mouse because she noticed it was eavesdropping, so she chased after it to see who it was.
It would be troublesome if someone told others that Mu Xujing was murdered.
The gray mouse ran very fast, and the white fox was not much slower, chasing it closely. The former was very familiar with the terrain and moved flexibly in various holes, but he still couldn't get rid of the white fox.
The gray mouse felt that it might not be able to get rid of the opponent by speed, so when it got into a hole, it suddenly stopped, turned around, opened its mouth and spit out fire. However, the white fox was wrapped in blue spiritual power and was not afraid at all. It rushed through the fire barrier and bit the back of the gray mouse's neck quickly and accurately.
The gray mouse struggled and squeaked. The white fox bit it and looked back. There was no place behind it. The man who was supposed to follow it was nowhere to be seen.
Lingluo had just followed the gray mouse through so many holes that she had lost track of which way to go back.
Looking around, it was all snow, without a trace of anything.
The gray mouse struggled desperately. Lingluo trapped its consciousness in the Painted Skin Spirit, and it couldn't retreat. Unless the Painted Skin Spirit dissipated, the white fox would not bite it to death. Its consciousness was trapped and it couldn't free itself, so it felt depressed and was at the mercy of others.
Lingluo walked back and tried to find Yue Liangze.
The Thousand Silk Road in the Moon Palace is still very difficult to deal with. There are many spells with strong lethality, which can be very troublesome if triggered accidentally.
After struggling in vain, the gray mouse spoke: "Which side are you from?"
The voice sounds familiar.
Lingluo lowered her head and stretched out her claws to press it into the snow, staring at it closely with her ice-blue fox eyes.
The gray mouse gnashed its teeth at it, its dark eyes full of anger, and said in a deep male voice with a hint of annoyance: "You'd better take your fox claws away, otherwise you'll never leave this Thousand Silk Road!"
The tone of the words "Thousand Silk Road" reminded Lingluo, wasn't this Wu Xu who led the way before!
He was caught eavesdropping and couldn't struggle, so he became angry and embarrassed.
Lingluo recognized the identity of the Painted Skin Ghost and scratched it with her claws again, pinning the gray mouse down so that it could not move.
Weren’t you very arrogant before?
The white fox pressed the gray mouse into the snow and teased it. The gray mouse tried to run away but was hooked back by its claws, and its body was covered with blood.
Wu Xu angrily said, "Jiang Miao didn't dare to come herself, so you sent a bunch of rubbish!?"
The white fox increased its strength, smearing the cold snow on its face. After listening to the gray mouse's humming, it slowly said, "I heard that the Moon Palace's spells are the best in the world, but you, a disciple of the Moon Palace, have only learned how to turn into a mouse to be eaten by others?"
Wu Xu was slightly stunned by the sweet female voice. He became even more annoyed when he realized that it was a woman who had captured him and trapped his consciousness in the Painted Skin Spirit.
"If you want to compete in spells, take your claws away!"
After guessing that this person was Wu Xu, the white fox looked disgusted and didn't even want to bite him.
It pondered for a moment, then used its claws to carefully draw the seal, trapping the gray mouse inside and preventing it from getting out.
The white fox walked away gracefully.
Wu Xu: "Come back here! Unlock this formation!"
The gray rat was furious and helpless in the formation.
When did Jiang Miao get such a powerful helper!
Not only can it trap his consciousness in the Painted Skin Spirit, but it can also use the Painted Skin Spirit's guise to cast such a powerful and solid formation!
This woman had better pray that he doesn't find her!
Capturing Wu Xu and bringing him back would not be of much use, so Ling Luo turned to look for Yue Liangze.
Inside the Moon Palace Listening Tower.
Bai Zang was harassed by Qishan and Yuegong's people. Both sides insisted on their own opinions and had hot tempers. The quarrel had not stopped since he sat down.
He seemed to be good-tempered and sat listening all night. When the two sides started fighting, he tried to stop them from fighting and asked, "Why hasn't my junior brother come yet?"
The Moon Palace people replied: "Danshui Zhenjun went to Hongxuemen to see the young palace master first."
Bai Zang sighed, "What about your palace master?"
Mu Jingyi, who was sitting next to him, said in a deep voice: "I have asked someone to invite him, and he is on his way."
Bai Zang glanced at the Lord of the Mu family. He was very calm and his eyes were intimidating without him getting angry. In his opinion, this Lord Mu was the same type of person as Feng Yunhong and Mu Hengtian.
He is good at planning and has deep scheming, and is also ruthless enough.
Compared to Mu Jingyi's calmness, the young man opposite, Cui Huowu, whose eyes were red and full of anger, was obviously not as good as him. All his emotions were written on his face. He smashed the cup and kicked the table and shouted: "You Beiting Yuegong are determined to protect that bitch illegitimate child!"
Mu Jingyi glanced at him without any emotion.
The Great Elder of the Moon Palace said angrily: "He is the Young Palace Master of my Moon Palace, how can I allow you to humiliate him like this!"
The elders of Qishan also said angrily: "Isn't it the young master of your Moon Palace who made such a big mistake, yet still wanted to get away with it! The Immortal Chief of the Holy Sword Sect is here today, and he must give us an explanation!"
"The wound on Sect Leader Cui's body doesn't match my Moon Palace swordsmanship, and the Young Palace Master doesn't know this swordsmanship either, so how can we be sure that he did it!"
"You're just making excuses!"
The two sides started again.
Bai Zang looked at the two quarreling parties and said, "Everyone, please be quiet. Since each of you insists on your own opinion and does not believe the other, I would like to ask Master Fan of Dongdao Tianji to use the Three Secrecy Questioning to determine the truth."
When these words were spoken, the people in the Moon Palace were stunned, while the faces of the people in Qishan changed.
Cui Huowu had lost his mind because of his father's death. He stepped forward angrily and said, "What do you mean? Don't you know that Qishan and Dongdao Tianji have a bad relationship, especially the third leader Yun Shouxi——"
"Young Master!" Elder Qishan hurriedly pulled back Cui Huowu, who was walking towards Bai Zang as if to kick his chair.
"People may become enemies with each other, but Sanjian will not." Bai Zang did not seem angry, and continued to smile and said, "But if Master Qishan disagrees, it doesn't matter, we can just change to something else."
Mu Jingyi said, "We have a clear conscience, and we can clear his name by keeping silent."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, and the disciple beside him took the moon jar.
Mu Jingyi informed the head of Dongdao Tianji about this matter.
Cui Huowu said angrily: "You two families must have colluded to protect that bitch! I, Qishan, will not let this go!"
Yuegong heard the sound of the Qishan Young Master smashing things and cursing in the building, and it seemed that no one could persuade him.
The maid who was sent by Mu Jingyi to call the palace master hurried to Qiheju. After entering the courtyard, the ground was filled with hot and humid fog. The stone lamps on both sides of the path were lit. When they walked to the end, a disciple stopped the maid's way.
The maid said, "By order of Lord Mu, please ask the Palace Master to go to the listening tower to discuss the matter."
The female disciple bowed her head and said, "The Palace Master is bathing, please wait outside for a while."
There is a hot spring deep in the courtyard, with beautiful landscaping of mountains, rocks, flowers and trees, and mist everywhere, making it look like a fairyland.
The full moon hangs high in the sky, but its light seems unable to penetrate the fog.
The woman emerged from the hot spring, her long black hair gently spread out in the water, and drops of water slid down her cheeks and neck, drop by drop.
Jiang Miao raised her hand and rubbed her eyes gently. The female disciple who was waiting beside her came forward with clothes and helped her put them on.
Her long hair was wet and dripping with water. The female disciples quietly helped her change clothes and then left.
Jiang Miao was holding a long handkerchief in her hand to wipe her hair, but a strong black wind blew past and blew away the moisture on her hair.
"They invited Sanjing from Dongdao Tianji."
Next to the flowers, trees and stone lamps, a dark shadow is looming in the mist.
In the Moon Palace, Jiang Miao was not wearing a veil, and her plain face was still charming. She raised her right hand, revealing her white wrist from her sleeve, tempting the black shadow to come forward and bite it to suck blood.
Jiang Miao looked silent but also a bit obedient.
The shadow said, "If you want to save him, I can take him away."
"He can't go anywhere now." Jiang Miao looked ahead and said softly, "If he leaves now, Qishan will not let him go and will chase him to the ends of the earth. What's the point of living in hiding all your life under an assumed name?"
The shadow whispered jokingly, "You really considerate of this cheap son."
"It's good that the Mu family locked him up in the Hongxue Gate. The Thousand Silk Road is difficult to travel, and Qishan can't find him even if they want to." Jiang Miao withdrew his hand, and his sleeves slid down to cover it. The wound on his wrist healed quickly, leaving no trace.
The shadow was blurred in the mist, and he said: "Those old guys in the Jiang family can't understand what you want to do."
Jiang Miao smoothed her long hair, put on soft-soled shoes, and walked out leisurely: "It's okay if you don't understand, but if you block my way, I will kill you all."
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