Chapter 35 Mu Jianli

Chapter 35: Mu Jianli

The two walked out slowly side by side, left the bamboo forest of Baihuayuan, and stepped on the avenue of the capital again.

The surrounding area is still bustling, with the yelling of hawkers, and there are still people beating not far away.

In fact, it's only been three days since I've been in this world, and nothing has changed, yet why does it feel like it's been a long time?

Yue Xiaochan smiled sweetly: "Xue Mu..."

It wasn't "Uncle" anymore, Xue Mu was stunned for a moment: "Huh?"

Yue Xiaochan didn't take it seriously, and asked casually: "Do you think that time is very strange. Sometimes it flies by, and you don't know what you were doing in those years if you want to recall it. But sometimes there are so many things in every moment. I was thinking about a lot of things, and I wanted to talk about it, but I couldn’t explain it clearly.”

Seemingly thinking of going together, Xue Mu sighed, "Yes. I always feel that these three days are a long time."

Yue Xiaochan said casually, "How long do you think it takes to remember someone?"

Xue Mu thought for a while, then replied in a low voice, "Maybe it only takes one look."

Yue Xiaochan continued to ask: "Then how long does it take to forget someone?"

Xue Mu remained silent.

"That's why this time is so weird." Yue Xiaochan turned her head and glanced at him, her smile remained the same: "It's like remembering it with just one glance, but forgetting it takes a lifetime."

Xue Mu's heart suddenly trembled, thousands of words were choked in his throat, but he couldn't utter half a syllable.

Yue Xiaochan said as if nothing had happened: "Don't be so silent, you always want to keep a distance from Xiaochan, after all, you are also an uncle or nephew, right?"

Xue Mu could only say: "The meaning of these words is meaningful, and I don't know how to respond at the moment."

"Uncle is not such a dull and silent person." Yue Xiaochan suddenly used "Uncle" again, and said with a smile: "This kind of idiot is not liked, just like that...you see."

Xue Mu followed her fingers and turned to look.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl in white, with a long sword on her back, was thin and tall, and walked slowly into the city gate step by step. The white clothes are only made of coarse cloth, they are washed white and there are patches, and the straw sandals on the feet have holes. They look very shabby and look like a typical ascetic, but no one dares to show any discrimination against her, but respectfully Hold your breath.

Because her whole body is like a sharp sword drawn out of its sheath, her phoenix eyes are sharp and awe-inspiring, and her firm steps are accompanied by a sword intent that soars into the sky, and she is so dense that it cuts the faces of passers-by with pain. In front of that fierce sword intent, all the shabby and simple things seemed so insignificant, even the most gorgeous decorations were incomparable.

Xue Mu can really understand at this moment, why Xue Qingqiu's peerless cultivation base also said that she can't protect his comprehensiveness.

This kind of overwhelming sword intent has penetrated into the bone marrow, which is the result of being suppressed by the formation to 50% of the power. He had no doubt that just one look from this girl outside could make him riddled with wounds, and even gods couldn't protect her.

Yue Xiaochan clicked her tongue: "She actually came to the capital too... Did Wanli Baijian just pass by, or did she come to find trouble with the uniform incident..."

Xue Mu looked cautious: "Who is she?"

"Mu Jianli, the head of the Ten Great Qianlong Masters of the Righteous Dao, the most outstanding disciple of the Sword Asking Sect and even the entire Zhengdao generation, the genius who is most likely to use the sword to unite the Dao."

"So she is Mu Jianli." Xue Mu remembered Qianqian's dress the day before yesterday, and it was exactly the same as this one, but this kind of sword intent, let alone Qianqian, was hard for anyone to imitate.

Seeing Xue Mu's serious look, Yue Xiaochan grinned: "Don't be so nervous, Mu Jianli hasn't mastered the way of swordsmanship, and if he really masters it, he will return to his basics, and he won't be like a swordsman."

Xue Mu couldn't help asking: "Can you beat her?"

Yue Xiaochan raised her head and thought for a while: "Two days ago, I definitely couldn't beat him, but now I can't say for sure."

"Well?"

"From the moment someone became an uncle from Xue Mu, Xiaochan returned to her spirit and transformed into Yun, successfully broke through the barriers, and became the youngest master of Yun in the history of the world." Yue Xiaochan said leisurely: "Mu Jianli is not too young Fang Shiqi, no matter how talented she is, her cultivation is only a small realm higher than mine. With such a small difference in cultivation, I am not afraid of her. Even if I can’t defeat her, I can still leave her with unforgettable memories.”

Xue Mu opened his mouth halfway, looked sideways at Yue Xiaochan, and was really shocked. In the history of the world... What kind of concept is this shit?

This kind of peerless genius, no wonder Xue Qingqiu was so nervous at that time, if Xiaochan's martial arts hopes were really broken, it would be said that there would be no redemption for a hundred deaths, and it would be easy to be chopped into flesh.

Thinking of Xiaochan's advanced process, he was the catalyst, and he witnessed the whole process, he really didn't know what emotion he was feeling.

"Speaking of this matter, Uncle has done a lot of credit, how is it? How is it?" Yue Xiaochan was also asking this question, smiling sweetly with dimples.

Xue Mu choked out a sentence for a long time: "Is the thigh missing a pendant? You will call six six six."

"?" Yue Xiaochan couldn't understand this stalk, but she also knew that he was covering up his thoughts in a joke, and didn't force it, so she laughed: "Master is the real thigh, you can hold it well."

While talking, the two brushed past Mu Jianli.

Mu Jianli suddenly stood still, and said in a low voice: "This younger sister has five aggregates transformed into a soul, and there is no one in the world. Seeing the imaginary moon, stars hidden, and dark night, could it be the Young Sect Master of Xingyue Zongyue? "

"Huh?" Yue Xiaochan didn't turn her head back: "Sister Mu, go slowly. There is a weapons store ten feet in front of you, and there are many swords in it. Hurry up and worship, and you may realize the unique skill. The little girl still has important things to do, and I will wait for you later." Find my sister for tea."

While talking, he dragged Xue Mu out of the city, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Mu Jianli stood there for a while, frowned slightly, and said to herself in a low voice: "It's strange... I thought that the sword's heart was opened by itself, but it moved suddenly. It was happy to see a strong enemy, but after careful identification, it was actually aimed at her. The man next to him... that person obviously has no cultivation... why is that?"

Standing still for a moment, as if he couldn't figure it out, he shook his head and moved on.

Over there, Yue Xiaochan dragged Xue Mu out of the city, didn't land until she was out of the range of the formation, turned her head to look at Xue Mu and smiled: "Your practice should be put on the agenda, it's really too weak."

Xue Mu said "Mmm": "I'll start practicing when I get back, otherwise I really don't think I'll live for a few more days. If she stabs me with a sword just now, you probably won't be able to protect me."

Yue Xiaochan smiled and said, "You think I'm talking about safety? No, no."

"what is that?"

"Master's physical cultivation has reached the extreme of ordinary people, and there is no weakness in his body. To you, Master is like a stone girl. You can't even break her body, and your long-cherished wish is hard to fulfill."

"..." Knowing that their Xingyue Sect regards these issues as normal academics, they talk casually, but Xue Mu from modern times was embarrassed by the words, and said inappropriately: "I don't have any long-cherished wishes..."

"No?" Yue Xiaochan glanced at him charmingly: "Then what is the story between Qinger and Xiaomu?"

"Cough...it's actually nothing."

Yue Xiaochan didn't get serious with him, turned her head to look at the road ahead, and said leisurely: "I also want a story, the one where I am the heroine, and it also needs to be very voluptuous."

Xue Mu twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's not suitable for children."

"Really?" Yue Xiaochan smiled again, that smile was extremely coquettish, with an indescribable irony: "Then what is your hand holding at this moment?"

Xue Mu's heart skipped a beat, only then did he realize that since she was dragging her out of the city, he had been holding her little hand from beginning to end, never letting go for a moment.