Bai Wuming, Lishui, and Gan Tianqing, the three of them entered Pingchuan City this afternoon. Mo Wuxian and Amu's actions, they naturally knew.

At night, the three of them rested separately, and Bai Wuming meditated.

True Immortal Triple Realm! For such an immortal, meditation in silence was originally extremely easy. However, this night, Bai Wuming always felt a little strange and restless.

In the middle of the blood moon, the Valley of No Hate has arrived, and with the power of Breaking the Xuantian Pavilion, then Mo Wuhate will be able to regain his own Valley of No Hatred.

"Perhaps, the matter of the Valley of No Hate has aroused his thoughts about the White Romans of the War Continent. I don't know when I can kill back to the Continent of War and kill the Black Luo clan. Bai Wuming thought so.

Frowning, Bai Wuming took a deep breath, and then pinched the seal with his hand, urging the Bai Luo clan's An Mystic Method. Gradually, Bai Wusheng calmed down the anxiety and confusion in his mind. The head no longer hurts, the breathing is normal, and the breath is stable.

At this time, the ordinary-looking woman in Dongcheng was retracting her gaze towards Xicheng.

"No life, no hatred!" the woman smiled stiffly and whispered to herself, "Everyone, you have to take back what belongs to you, but what belongs to me?"

"Amu?" The woman looked up at the small shop where Amu and Mo Wuxian lived, and the look in her eyes was slightly complicated.

In life, often, love and hate are between black and white, in a moment.

"I want my dignity back!" said the woman, though she herself doubted the reason. Then, the woman said nothing. I looked at the drunken demon in the distance, which was brightly lit.

As soon as she turned around, she slowly disappeared into the night in a remote corner of Pingchuan City. Like a geist.

............

The next day, early in the morning. On this day, there was still a good weather.

Originally, Mo Wuxian had asked the two monks of Little Asan to meet at a tavern not far away. But unexpectedly, as soon as he and Amu went out, they met the two monks from Xiaoyashan.

"Oh, what a coincidence!" everyone felt very coincidental. The two monks of Xiaoyashan, when they saw Mo Wuxian Amu, their eyes showed expectation.

"The invitation is here!" Mo Wuxian smiled. Then he pulled out a glittering invitation from his bosom. On the invitation, they are all blessed with the spell prohibition of the Valley of No Hatred, which is equivalent to the certificate of entering the valley.

If everyone could come and go as they pleased. The Valley of No Hate is not called the Valley of No Hatred.

This invitation was enough for two monks to enter the valley. Otherwise, just entering the Valley of No Hate will require a lot of trouble. I can't get it. Directly exterminated.

"Thank you, Wu Daoyou!" the two monks were naturally very grateful.

"In the lower brother, he was born in a small family, and there is no way to repay him. We can't afford to invite a restaurant like Drunken Moluo, so it's better to invite two Taoist friends to drink two glasses of water and wine in yesterday's tavern. Talk about the heart. I don't know what the two fellow Daoists think?" said the dwarf senior brother of Xiao Yashan with a little apology.

"The hustle and bustle of the restaurant. Only the tavern has the mood and artistic conception!We also have this intention, and on the day of the birthday ceremony, we also want to travel with two people and multiple travel companions!" Mo Wuxian said with a smile.

"Good!" everyone hit it off, and the four of them walked towards the tavern.

The taste of wine often does not depend on the wine, but on the place and the person.

The wine in that tavern was extremely shoddy for people like Mo Wuxian and Amu who had drunk the best immortal wine. However, in this tavern, they really drank beautifully.

The two monks of Xiaoyashan, the short senior brother is named Chen Fanghu and the senior brother Gao is named Li Que. Although their realm is not high, it may be because they are from a small family and are quite simple.

Immortal monks, it's rare to see such a state of mind. Especially in the Shura realm, the weak eat the strong, devouring the wind, and the monks of the small sect with such a temperament are rare.

Mo Wuxian asked the two of them about it, only to know that they didn't advance by devouring, but by relying on tens of thousands of years of penance, to have today's Soul Scattering Realm. Before the soul was dispersed, they would never dare to go out of Xiaoya Mountain.

This kind of penance made Mo Wuxi, who was well versed in the way of monks in the Shura realm, very surprised, and gave birth to a trace of respect.

Ask the two of them again, why do you want to ask the Valley of No Hate for help.

It turned out that at the foot of Xiaoya Mountain, there was once a spiritual spring, which did not dry up for ten thousand years, and the disciples of Xiaoya Mountain in the past generations relied on this spiritual spring to nourish their cultivation.

However, thirty years ago, for some reason, the spiritual spring suddenly changed color and became a poisonous spring. Whoever drinks the water of the spring, no one will be fine, and the monk will perish.

Xiaoya Mountain has always wanted to restore the spiritual spring, so that the mountain gate can be maintained.

However, in the past 30 years, various methods have been found, but to no avail. The little fairy gate can't afford to consume, if it can't restore the spiritual spring, Xiaoyashan is estimated to close the mountain gate.

It really couldn't, and the two monks thought of trying their luck in the Valley of Hatredlessness. Because, I heard that the Valley of Hatred has a detoxification pill that can cure all poisons, or it can save that spiritual spring.

It's just that this kind of small sect matter, no hatred Gu is willing to take care of it, they don't have the slightest certainty.

Mo Wuxian listened to their affairs and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Because, there is indeed this kind of detoxification pill in the Valley of No Hatred, and it is indeed very powerful, it can really detoxify ten thousand poisons, and it is called "White Immortal Pill".

The immortal spring in Xiaoya Mountain is estimated to be enough to turn back into an immortal spring as long as one white elixir.

However, the white elixir is extremely precious, and it can be regarded as a treasure of the Valley of No Hatred. And the reason why it is called "White Immortal Elixir" is because it is the secret of the Bai family, the second largest family in the Valley of No Hatred.

Bai family, Bai Xiandan!How can Mo Wuxian not sneer?

Because, now the Bai family's first master of alchemy, in addition to the retreat of a heavenly immortal double, should be his biological mother Xuanxian ninefold white wood ring.

Originally, Mo Wuxian had three white elixirs on his body. However, the two thousand years of exile were all used up for various reasons, otherwise they could have been given directly to these two Little Asan monks.

"Two fellow Daoists, you will definitely get that antidote pill!" Mo Wuxian raised his glass to toast. At the same time, Mo Wuxian had decided to help them get the elixir.

"Borrowing Brother Wu's auspicious words, I also hope that the lord of the valley will be kind-hearted. Chen Fanghu and Li Que raised their glasses at the same time.

"Smack-"

Four people collide glasses. Amu, who has not spoken much, sneered in his heart. It is estimated that Mo Wuhate will take Mo Zhenshan's heart. Dig it out and take a look.

The four of them were quite in love and drank happily.

For a whole day, Mo Wuxian and Amu, without doing anything, drank here. At the same time, four people agreed. A few days later, my peers went to the Valley of No Hatred to celebrate their birthdays and see what they saw.

In fact. The reason why I have to walk with the monks of Little Asan. Mo Wuxian and Amu are to better hide people's eyes and ears. It is estimated that no one would have thought that the young valley lord of the Hatless Valley would return for revenge, but he would be mixed with the scattered soul monks of Xiaoya Mountain.

this day. Although Mo Wuxian and Amu didn't do anything. But his departure, Bai Wuming and others will naturally deal with related matters.

The two monks of Xiaoyashan were in a very good mood, and they felt that their trip to the Valley of No Hatred this time would definitely be smooth, because they had met a nobleman.

The relative realm of the two people is not high, and the wine in this small shop is really strong. Two people, for comfort. I didn't use my soul power to control the wine, so I was naturally dizzy.

At dusk. Everyone returned to the shop together and rested.

Half a black sun hung again in the sky. Hirakawa Castle, almost the same night as last night. Drunken Rogone, singing every night.

In the middle of the night.

In Xiaoyashan, two monks were resting in the room, and the slightest smell of wine was not gone. At this moment, a strange black smoke suddenly appeared in the house, lingering.

The black smoke grew thicker, but the two monks did not wake up.

In a moment, in the black smoke, a figure gradually appeared, and it turned out to be the ordinary-looking woman who wandered outside the small shop last night.

However, the ordinary woman smiled stiffly and looked at the two Soul Scattering Monks who were wearing them, and her eyes flashed with an evil light. Then, Heihua flashed, and the woman instantly changed into another look.

At this moment, if Amu, Lishui, and Bai Wuming saw it, they would be dumbfounded.

Wearing a black dress, wearing a black veil, raising your hands and feet, there is no place that is not charming, and there is no place that does not make people feel excited.

Although she is wearing a black dress, the black gauze is faint, which reflects her snow-like skin. The neck, chest, arms, beautiful legs, all the exposed skin exudes endless brilliance.

The eyes are wonderful, the spring waves are rippling, and the charm is everywhere. Such a natural stunner, appearing in the room late at night, makes people endlessly reverie and infinite hope.

That's Drunken Moro, Black Veil Girl!

"Huh?"

"Ahh

At this moment, the black smoke swirled around the two monks of Xiaoya Mountain. Chen Fanghu and Li Que woke up suddenly, and the alcohol was completely gone.

"Who?" the two brothers suddenly bounced to their feet, and the power of dispersing souls dispersed. However, under the strange black smoke, the power of dispersing souls was ineffective at all.

"Two Dao brothers, please!" The black gauze girl bent down slightly, full of blessings, Yingge Yan language, crispy and soft, and it was devastating. The scenery on the chest is dazzling.

"Huh?" Brother Xiao Yashan, who seemed to see the woman in the room at this time, immediately woke up with the spirit of wine.

Three watches in the middle of the night, so stunnery current!

How can anyone resist the allure of the black gauze girl? The catastrophe realm and the true immortals are difficult to resist in front of the black gauze girl, let alone scatter the soul.

When have the two dick-like little Yashan monks ever seen such a scene? The two brothers instinctively felt their blood surging up, and their mouths and tongues were dry.

The house was full of black smoke, her head was already slightly heavy, and the intoxicating body fragrance of the black gauze girl was even more confusing and overwhelmed.

That kind of posture, that kind of tone, almost makes it difficult to hold yourself.

"You...... Who are you?" Senior Brother Chen Fanghu's voice trembled, and he could only force his composure.

"Two Dao brothers, don't be frightened, the little sister is just a mortal weak woman, the night is lonely, find two Taoist friends to discuss some things!"

"What the hell are you going to do?" Senior Brother Gao, Chen Que, although his tone was stiff, a pair of eyes never left the body of the black gauze girl, and one hand actually grabbed the sheet tightly.

If Amu saw this scene, he would definitely laugh "haha".

"No, she's going to—"

No one dared to think about it, but it did. The two brothers, with red faces and red ears.

The monk of Little Ashan, after a struggle, finally thought so. Didn't you have such dreams before? (To be continued......)