"Miss Lanruo!"

When the boat was about to shore, a smile appeared on Mu Feiqing's face, showing a look of surprise. He shook his right hand and the long sword was unsheathed and flew across the river. Then he slashed on the sword like a snow-like geese, and his figure floated by, passing by ten feet of river water, and landed on the shore.

I saw Lan Ruo playing the piano under a green tree, elegant and extraordinary, with a light and aura, leisurely expression, beautiful eyes, smiling, and endless tenderness.

When he slowly raised his head, his eyes were like a pool of clear water. As he looked around, he had a kind of elegant and elegant temperament. He put on the long qin and whispered: "How did you know it's me?"

When the sword returned and was sheathed, Mu Feiqing slowly said, "There are not many people who know that I am going to die and dare to come and see me off. Even fewer people can use the piano to please me. There are both, only Miss Lanruo!"

A blush appeared on Lan Ruo's face. He stood up and walked over, pointed at Mu Feiqing's forehead with a gentle finger, and said, "Young Master is talking nonsense. You are unparalleled in the world. Why are you going to die? Lan Ruo is here to witness your unprecedented battle!"

Mu Feiqing smiled slightly and said, "Yes, yes, yes, Miss Lan Ruo is right, it's me that I'm wrong. However, this is because I can't help myself when I see the girl!"

Lan Ruo chuckled and said, "I haven't seen you for a while, but the young master has learned some slick and verbal words from somewhere!"

Mu Feiqing was about to argue, but suddenly remembered the old man who was on the boat. He turned around and was about to let the old man return the same way. However, as soon as he turned around, his whole body was tense and a cold sweat came out from his forehead.

The boat was still there, with a bamboo pole more than meter in the middle, but the old man was not seen.

"Miss Lanruo, have you seen an old man just now?" Mu Feiqing asked.

Lan Ruo asked in confusion: "Young Master is joking. Since you got off the boat, Lan Ruo saw you. You are the only one. There is no old man. Isn't you so confused? You've seen that stone as a human!"

Mu Feiqing raised his eyebrows and looked in the direction Lan Ruo pointed. A gray stone was standing by the river. At first glance, it looked a bit like a hunched old man.

Mu Feiqing walked over slowly. The old man's stone had a cold look in his eyes. He pulled out his long sword and was about to cut a sword. However, when he was drawing the sword, the sad eyes of falling dragons appeared in his mind when he had just dreamed of a yellow beam.

"Hmph," Mu Feiqing snorted coldly and said, "I'm so brave, I dare to build a bridge for me!"

At this moment, the turbulent river water on the shore suddenly seemed to be ebbing. The river water that was originally slapped suddenly lost its sound. In the blink of an eye, the water level actually dropped by more than three feet!

This scene shocked Lan Ruo and said in surprise: "Young Master, what's going on?"

Mu Feiqing looked back at the vast Yangtze River, then looked at the canyon that seemed to be a bottomless abyss, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that there is a real dragon that wants to be born, and it's almost lucky, but I've found the wrong partner!"

Lan Ruo heard it sceptical and asked in confusion: "What are the young master talking about?"

Mu Feiqing shook his head and muttered: "Zhan Linyuan, Zhan Linyuan, forget it, do your best!"

"By the way, Miss Lanruo, I'll see you too, so go back!"

Lan Ruo held the Qin and bowed, saying, "Young Master, I know that I am not strong enough. If I follow you to Xianyun Mountain, it will be a burden to you. I am waiting here just to accompany you for a while. When I arrive at the Xianyun Mountain realm, I will leave and will not disturb you. Let me go with you for a while. I am already very satisfied, young master..."

Mu Feiqing shook his head and said, "Miss Lanruo, I know what you mean, but you must leave now, I can't go to Xianyue Mountain!"

"Ah?" Lan Ruo said in surprise: "Young Master, are you not going?"

"No," Mu Feiqing explained: "Do you know what this place is called?"

"I don't know." Lan Ruo said.

"This place is called Zanglinyuan!" Mu Feiqing said: "I should have a disaster here!"

Lan Ruo suddenly felt a bad feeling in his heart and said anxiously: "Young master, can we not go?"

"I……"

At this moment, a loud voice suddenly came from the river: "Young Master Mu, can you satisfy the Feng Shui here?"

The water is very turbulent, with high mountains on both sides facing each other, with cliffs towering, and the narrowest part of the water surface is only about three meters. This section of the waterway is unique. There is a canyon inside the canyon, but in such a turbulent place, an old man in brocade clothes stepped on a bamboo pole on the river surface, and the old man carried a long sword, as if he was among the gods.

"Young Master..." Lan Ruo was a little anxious.

Mu Feiqing sighed and said, "It's too late to send you off!"

After saying that, Mu Feiqing took a step forward slightly and landed on the small boat. The boat rushed out quickly like an arrow leaving the string.

Lan Ruo stood on the shore, anxious but powerless.

She is now under the command of King Ling, so she knows very well what kind of enemy Mu Feiqing is facing this time.

These are the four supreme people in the world.

The battle in the Wasteland was so dangerous that she went to help without fear. This time, it was not her fear, but she felt deeply powerless. When facing the young master's enemy, she was confident that she still had the power to fight, but this time, she knew that she could not help at all. If she forced her to follow her, she would just drag her back.

This time, she felt deeply powerless.

This is caused by the weakness of strength. Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind.

If I were the ultimate power of the world, it would be great.

Then can I help the young master?

When this thought arose, the long qin in her arms quietly emerged from a wisp of black air, which slowly floated up unknowingly, eroding her sea of ​​consciousness.

At that moment,

Another thought came to Lan Ruo's mind.

If I can become the highest point in the world, I will have a lifespan of two or three hundred years. Then wouldn’t I be with the young master forever?... If I can become a saint... that would be great...

This crazy idea came to an abrupt end,

Lan Ruo was frightened by himself.

He shook his head wildly and sighed: "How can I have the opportunity to be the best in the world? So how can I be worthy of the young master... All I can do is pray for the young master invincible battle!"

Lan Ruo looked at the river quietly, and did not notice that the black sensation in her arms was quietly retreating, as if nothing had existed.

…………

On the surface of the river, Mu Qinghuo walked quickly through the river with a bamboo pole and said loudly: "Mr. Mu probably didn't know that this place is called Zanglinyuan, which is the burial place that God has set a distance for you. You Qilin is buried!"

Mu Feiqing took a sip of tea, stood up slowly, and said, "I want to bury my Qilin body, but I'm afraid I'm not qualified enough!"
Chapter completed!