Flowers of high mountains, don't fall from the altar! (Quick Travel)

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Meng Qilou landed next to his bed and pointed his sword: "What did you do to He Yi?"

    "Help him regulate his breath."

    "Can you..." Meng Qilou wanted to say what kind of breath you could regulate. Feeling rude, he interrupted in time and changed his words, "My apprentice, I will help him adjust it myself, no need for senior brother to bother."

    "Junior brother doesn't believe me." Mu Cheng sat up, dusted off his clothes and got out of bed. "What do you think I will do?"

    "I don't think so." Meng Qilou said coldly, "Everyone in the mountain sees what my senior brother says and does."

    Meng Qilou was living like a dandy in the world, and he couldn't say anything clearly. , but it can be regarded as clear.

    Mu Cheng chuckled lightly: "Oh, junior brother thinks I have designs on him." He walked around the person coming around and said, "I have no idea about him."

    Without waiting for the person in front of him to respond, he continued: "He is not you."

    "You... ..." Meng Qilou was startled and raised his sword, "What are you talking about?"

    Mu Cheng suppressed his sword: "It's a joke, junior brother, don't be angry."

    Meng Qilou's eyes were sharp, he turned his sword over and walked outside the door. Someone shouted: "Master, please don't hurt me, uncle, you really misunderstood." It was He Yi who came over.

    The aroused sword energy was quickly retracted, and Meng Qilou turned around: "What?"

    He Yi quickly spoke clearly.

    After hearing what he said, Meng Qilou's expression changed slightly and he looked at the person in front of him again.

    Mu Cheng was leaning against his sword and looking at him with a smile.

    He retracted his sword in embarrassment, took a step back, remained silent for a moment, and bowed: "I'm sorry."

    However, the evil spirit has been eliminated, why do you need to comb it out?

    Because Mu Cheng suppressed the power of the divine stone released by He Yi every day, Meng Qilou did not notice any difference in this power. At the moment, he still did not dare to believe him.

    "As promised before, He Yi will have to stay with me for a while. If junior brother is worried, why not move here as well?" Mu Cheng saw his doubts and said with a smile.

    Meng Qilou ignored it. He didn't move completely here, but from the next day, he meditated and practiced here.

    He was sitting under an ancient tree outside the palace, with the cliff in front of him and the awe-inspiring clouds. He was surrounded by congratulatory swordsmen, and every move was within his sight.

    Next to him, he was resting his head with his arms closed and his eyes closed.

    The white crane flew up from the clouds, the sea of clouds floated, and a few fallen flowers floated from the distance and landed on Meng Qilou's shoulders.

    The person with closed eyes slowly opened his eyes, picked up the fallen flowers, his eyes moved, and after a moment of trance, a figure of a person unconsciously appeared in front of his eyes.

    Why...do you think of him?

    He sighed softly, loosened his hand, and the petals flew up, rolled up leisurely, and landed on the lips of the person sleeping next to him.