"Cowardly?" Zhao Lun recounted inexplicably, if a man said that he was timid, it would definitely make people feel tired, but the person who spoke was that Mo Lu......

Looking at Zhao Lun, some memories suddenly surged up from Mo Lu's mind. Zhao Lun, like him, has also lived in Yuyin Valley since he was a child, and the two were still literate and practiced together when they were young, when did the two become separated again?

"Yes, when I became a disciple of Shizun......"

Mo Lu has been extremely good since he was a child, whether it is his cultivation talent or his love for music, he is quite favored in the Yuyin Valley, but that is only limited to the elders. Among peers, differences are the most terrible thing, small differences will only produce competition and competitiveness, but when this difference expands to a certain extent, jealousy, inferiority and other poisons will spread.

Especially when the dazzling presence is always around you, it will give rise to some darkness that goes against you. It was precisely because of these that the intelligent Mo Lu gradually broke away from the crowd and became obsessed with the qin, as long as he couldn't see the darkness, everything would always remain beautiful. It's a pity that this beauty and this feeling are just covering up and stealing the bell after all.

Mo Lu, who blindly escaped the darkness, was soft in his heart, Yi Zhong and Xiangle Fu could see it, and even Feng Yun, an outsider who had known him for a short time, could see it.

Thinking of this, Mo Lu slowly leaned against the wall, and then said, "Yes, cowardly. I was really scared to see so many fellow disciples lying there below, I was afraid that there would be more brothers and sisters lying in front of me, I was so scared that I didn't want to go to war again, I was so scared that I heard that the army would return to Kun Domain like this, I was actually relieved in my heart. ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help laughing self-deprecatingly, "Speaking of which, I obviously don't know them well, and some of them have never even met each other, but ......"

After listening to Mo Lu's self-description, Zhao Lun was stunned for a moment before coming back to his senses, and then a slightly complicated smile appeared on his face: "Should I say Senior Brother Mo, you have changed or not." With that, Zhao Lun also leaned on Mo Lu's side.

"I'm afraid Senior Brother Mo has forgotten, when we were still in the Seedlings Academy, there was a prize for the first place in the academy examination was a spirit flute, and that was the first time everyone saw a spirit weapon, and many people practiced hard until late at night for most of the month. In the end, it was the senior brother who narrowly won the first place, and at that time, Senior Sister Mao was so angry that she cried out, which made the two deacons coax for a long time. ”

"Yes, there is such a thing." Thinking of the past years, Mo Lu couldn't help but smile a little more, at that time, everyone was still children, and although the practice was a little harder, it had to be said that it was still carefree.

However, Zhao Lun did change his words and said: "But senior brother, you haven't used that spirit flute once, and finally gave it to Senior Sister Mao as a gift on Senior Sister Mao's birthday." ”

"That's right." Listening, Mo Lu nodded, "After that, I found that I still prefer the piano so ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Lun interrupted: "That's Senior Brother deceiving people." ”

Looking at Mo Lu's somewhat surprised expression, Zhao Lun smiled a little proudly: "At that time, I secretly planted a twilight flower in the small forest in the north courtyard, and every morning when I went to water, I could hear my senior brother practicing the flute in it, and I think that the senior brother should have wanted that spirit flute very much." ”

"It turns out that the sunset flower was planted by my junior brother." Mo Lu couldn't help laughing, "Yes, that spirit flute is made of Lingxing jade throughout, at first glance I was thinking that I must be the first in this college exam, and the result is ......"

"Obviously, the senior brother was best at the flute at that time, but then he chose to embark on the piano path, and he often found excuses to lose to Senior Sister Mao and other senior brothers and sisters during the college exam, which made me think that the senior brother must like Senior Sister Mao, hahahaha."

Zhao Lun laughed, accidentally involved internal injuries, and immediately coughed, and Mo Lu hurriedly adjusted his luck when he saw this.

“…… It's okay, it's okay. Zhao Lun continued with a smile on his face, "Although others say that the piano idiot is arrogant and not vulgar, the senior brother I know has always been thinking about others. It's just that there is one thing that Senior Brother is afraid that he is wrong, whether it is me or those fellow disciples lying below, it is not because of Senior Brother that we came here to fight with the evil cultivators.

"We are also monks, not the twilight flowers raised by our senior brothers, we died for the righteous path, for the sake of Yuyin Valley, all the sacrifices will not be in vain. I can only say that I understand my brother's worries, but even if I may die on the battlefield in the future, I will still go, just like what Elder Ai said in his biography for the sages of the Black and White Underworld Sect a few years ago: 'Sacrificing one's life for the sake of righteousness, my generation's wish is also!' ’”

Hearing this, Mo Lu fell silent, and only after a while did he reply to Zhao Lun with a wry smile: "Compared with junior brother, being a brother is indeed short-sighted. Everyone is fighting for the righteousness and dying for the righteousness, but I always think about my own selfish feelings. It's really ridiculous to say, because he still said to Feng Yun in the letter, "I just want life and death", what about those who passed away.

"Heh, if you want Senior Brother to say, Senior Brother Mo, you just think too much. Patronizing and worrying about others, this was only one step ahead of these people by the Rakshasa Ghost and the Thunder Sword, otherwise with the ability of the senior brother, how could he lag behind them! ”

Feeling Zhao Lun's trust, the bitterness on Mo Lu's face suddenly decreased a little, and he chuckled before he said: "Yes, the world is the world of the world, and Mo Lu is still too busy to take care of himself." ”

After that, Mo Lu turned around and patted Zhao Lun on the shoulder twice: "Thank you, junior brother, I have figured out a lot of things for my brother this time, and I am honored to be able to fight side by side with my junior brother." ”

"It's the same with junior brother." Although he didn't know what Mo Lu had endured, seeing that Mo Lu's expression was already clear at the moment, Zhao Lun couldn't help but be happy.

……

Feng Yunfei was in mid-air, this was already the territory of Longyan Kingdom, but he didn't go to the former Baishan Pass, so many years have passed, not to mention how many people are left in the defenders of the year, even if the defense has been changed, I don't know how many rounds have been changed, where can I find the old people.

So he went directly to the capital of Long Yan Kingdom, he didn't know anything else, but he could remember the identity of Emperor Zhao Quan's relatives clearly, as long as he could find Zhao Quan's whereabouts, things would naturally be much easier.

Feng Yun stood in the clouds with the void, and below him was the most prosperous capital of the Longyan Kingdom. Just as Zhao Quan described at the beginning, in the early spring of March, the peach blossoms outside the city are splendid, the past tourists are like dragons, talented and beautiful women, Huafa Laosuo, food stalls and wine sellers, some chant poems against each other, some flow the water, a group of free and easy.

"There should be joy in the world, how can I hear that the mountain immortals are vibrant." For a while, Feng Yun felt a lot of emotion in his heart, yesterday they were still fighting to the death for Kunyu, but here they are still singing and dancing, maybe this is also the separation of immortals, "It's a pity that I am not destined to belong here......"

He had already set foot on his way, he had not chosen to come here, and he would not stop here now.

The vast divine consciousness sprinkled, and not a single insect or pig in the capital could escape Feng Yun's eyes, and then he saw his expression happy, and the light under his feet suddenly disappeared in place.

In a courtyard, Zhao Quan, the bearded prince of Zhenguo, is now in the study to check the records of the war in the frontier in recent years, although he has long stopped leading troops to fight, but he has never let go of his concern for the border stopper, just because he buried too many of his siblings there.

The general returned to his hometown, and his soul was buried outside. This could not be more appropriate for him.

"Knock, knock, knock." The door was suddenly slammed, Zhao Quan frowned slightly, he had already ordered the mansion not to come to the study to disturb him if there was no important matter in the past few days.

"What?" Zhao Quan asked in a deep voice, but there was silence when he answered. Seeing this, Zhao Quan's face suddenly sank, and the instinct he had cultivated in the army made him carefully move his hand to the sword on the desk behind him.

"Is it an assassin?" Faced with the abnormal situation, Zhao Quan couldn't help but think. Now that he is in a high position of power, it is inevitable that he will block the path of some people, and it is natural to invite some trouble, but the one who dares to send an assassin is either a madman or a real sure that he can kill him, and the other party can come to the door of his study without a sound, obviously the latter.

"Who is it?" Zhao Quan couldn't help but ask again, his voice was two points higher than Fang Cai, and it was two points more majestic.

"The deceased."

The sudden answer made Zhao Quan stunned, and his voice was very unfamiliar, and he was afraid that the "old man" would not be believed.

So Zhao Quan cautiously approached the door with a sword, although he was nearly half a hundred years old, but his martial arts did not fall, and he was even more sophisticated than when he led troops at the border pass.

"Where is the old man?" Zhao Quan pretended to ask again.

......As soon as the voice outside the door came out, a sharp sword suddenly came out of the crack in the door, and the other party was secretive, Zhao Quan naturally did not ask for any answer, but to confirm the position of the other party, so as to control the enemy with one sword!

Immediately afterward, the entire door was shattered by a huge force, and sawdust mixed with a cold light shot out of the hole. However, the man outside the door did not panic in the slightest, but took a step back unhurriedly, and then stretched out two fingers, and clamped the sword when the tip of the sword was only a few inches from his chest.

At the same time, Zhao Quan hadn't even seen the appearance of the person outside the door clearly, and he felt that the sword in his hand was like a stab on the iron mountain, and it was difficult to enter. Shocked, Zhao Quan wanted to withdraw the sword and attack again, but as soon as the man's wrist moved, the sword suddenly broke away from his hand, and instead swept his entire arm away!

"I'm dying!"

In just a moment, Zhao Quan felt the gap between the two, if the other party wanted to take his life, it was like child's play, no wonder this person dared to stand in front of his door so blatantly, and even took the initiative to inform him.

Just when Zhao Quan had already given up struggling and was about to be killed, the other party actually stood in place and had no intention of continuing to move.

"There are assassins! Protect your grandfather quickly! The guards in the house heard the sound of the courtyard and hurriedly rushed in, they couldn't imagine that the entire courtyard had been guarded by them, and even flies could not fly in, why there would be a big living person. But at this moment, there is no point in dwelling on these, seeing that the sword in hand is three steps away from the national prince, all the relatives and guards are already anxious.

However, just when a group of guards were about to rush forward to protect Guogong with their bodies, they heard Guogong himself suddenly shout: "Slow! ”