I am above the long river of time, overlooking the eternity!

Chapter 7 The morning dew is slightly cool, and I feel discouraged. That man comes walking in the rain!

Fulong Mountain, the sky is dark and bright.

Wu Stele Forest.

This place is on the top of Fulong Mountain, on the edge of a cliff. The mountain is so high and steep that there is only one way to enter.

If you don't hold the Fulong Palm Order or the Mu Clan Card, put it into the grooved mechanism of the pair of moss giant doors in front of the Forest of Martial Steles, and step in in other ways without authorization, the mechanism left here will be triggered, and you will be killed with every ten steps. , there are dangers everywhere, even a master may fall victim to it.

On the side of the solitary cliff, the mountain wind is fierce.

Dozens of majestic stone tablets inscribed with unique skills stand tall. Hundreds of them are rare to see. Weapons that can withstand strength are inserted beside the tablets. When you hit your face, you will feel a sense of vicissitudes accumulated over the years.

And in the deepest part.

A magic sword exuding a little red light, flowing like a liquid on the entire sword body, is floating out of thin air, which is truly magical.

Mu Yuanjun was sitting on the stone platform, looking at the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword' that was very close at hand, feeling a little confused.

She was wearing a light green skirt with blue embroidered dragons on her sleeves. She was petite but had a bulging chest. Her hair was hanging and disheveled. Her expression and appearance were full of defeat, as if she had no interest in anything.

He raised his fingertips and touched the hilt of the sword.

When Mu Yuanjun looked at the small circle of ripples, feeling the slight trace of 'Shangdong Sword Qi' that was so weak that it could be ignored, and the unresponsive magic sword, he finally confirmed one thing————

That is,
Like his father and mother, he was unable to peep into any 'mysteries' about this sword.

even
Compared to her father, 'Jade Flute Sword' Wang Duan.

Mu Yuanjun's ability to absorb the sword energy and use it to 'convince' it was poor.

Judging from this speed, even if she stayed up day and night, without more than ten years of hard work, she would not be able to develop any skills at all, let alone become a 'saint in martial arts'.

The messy temple hair was still damp at this time.

It rained heavily last night and thunder continued, so she sat here all night.

The wet sleeves were completely dry after a few hours after the rain stopped.

But the mother's cold face and tone were like a nightmare, constantly echoing in Mu Yuanjun's ears:

"After tonight, you don't have to be so persistent anymore."

She closed her eyes in pain, her eyelashes trembling slightly:

"why."

The delicate palms were clenched into fists and hit hard against the side of the body.

Wait until you open your eyes again.

In front of Mu Yuanjun, a lady with purple cloud sleeves, tall eyebrows and beautiful appearance appeared silently, looking at her quietly.

"Mother, why can't I do it, but my junior brother can do it?"

There was confusion in her eyes.

"When your father was still alive, he secretly tried it in order to study the mystery of this sword."

"Wang Dongxuan is the one who can best draw the 'Shangdong Sword Qi' among them. He is uniquely blessed."

"If it were him, if he wanted to reach the point of being convinced, he would be at least three times faster than you. Even your father can't do it."

"That's why I spent all my time last night and did a test."

"At first, I didn't use huge profits as an inducement, but I was able to get his promise, which shows his character. In addition, an accident made his character more tenacious. In time, he will become a great person, and even surpass your father. It is not impossible."

Mu Yuqing spoke calmly.

When she saw the frustrated and injured look of the girl in green in front of her, the pain in her eyes flashed away, and then turned even more cold:
"If you take him as your husband and give him the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword', and the couple hide their names and escape from Fulong Mountain, after a few years, he will become a stronger martial artist than your father. Saint, when the time comes, whether it's about reviving the grand occasion of slaying the dragon or avenging your father's death, it will no longer be an empty talk."

The palm protruding from the purple sleeves was about to fall on Mu Yuanjun's head along with the words, but before it came into contact, he was gently pushed away:
"But.!"

Scattered black hair covered half of his brown pupils. Mu Yuanjun was like a bird in a cage, yearning for the so-called 'freedom'.

Her eyes were a little blurry, she raised her head slightly, looked at her mother who was leaning down to inform her mother in a condescending manner, and opened her mouth:

"."

Mu Yuqing's eyebrows slightly raised, and she frowned slightly: "Huh?" Hearing this soft 'hmm', Mu Yuanjun suddenly felt like a cooked duck, his face turned red, and the words were stuck in his throat. He groaned and swallowed the words in his heart again.

"I know."

Mu Yuanjun was excited, lowered his head, and said in a low voice:

"I, I will serve my junior brother well."

Half of her body slipped from the stone platform and was soaked in the rain all night, making her face pale and embarrassed.

want to resist.

But her mother's prestige in her heart was so strong that she didn't dare.

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Looking at her daughter who was as fragile as a little rabbit in front of her, although she was stubborn but could break at the touch of a touch, the woman in the purple skirt closed her eyes slightly, with a hint of disappointment.

to be frank.

She would rather watch Mu Yuanjun's decisive attitude, resist directly, and even draw his sword and stand up, with the thought of being destroyed together, without fear of anything.

In that case, Mu Yuqing would be so happy that she would even take back the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword' that was originally intended to be given to Luo Jing, and use it for her daughter's use, even if it turns against her.

but.
How could she do this with this look?

In Mu Yuqing's eyes, to put it more cruelly, Mu Yuanjun, in addition to his face, figure, and the bargaining chip he gave, was able to win Luo Jing's interest and tie him to the sunken ship in Fulong Mountain.

she,
I'm afraid that being a slave, a maid, and serving him as his master, with his submissive and submissive temperament, may not please him.

Just like this, you still dream about wielding a magical sword, killing people in the snowy mountains, avenging your father, running rampant in the world, and becoming the swordsman of that world?
'If you can stand alone, no matter how poor your qualifications are, what can you do? '

'As time goes by, every drop of water passes through a stone. With this precious weapon, you will always gain momentum! '

'When the time comes when you have both your character and your martial arts skills, coupled with your good looks and skills, it will not be difficult to recruit nobles from aristocratic families and martial arts masters to bow under your pomegranate skirt, and protect the prosperity of Longshan's lineage, and it won't be just a mere Wang Dongxuan! '

'available now'

'If that boy Wang Dongxuan doesn't like you, he can only choose Ji Wumu, but not to mention his age, this boy is too scheming, and he comes from an outsider's family, so he is far worse than Wang Dongxuan. Alas. '

Mu Yuqing hated that iron could not become steel.

Tick, tick.

It rained heavily last night, and the stone tablet recording martial arts is still not completely dry.

The rain fell drop by drop, dotted with small puddles.

'Boom! ! '

The two huge stone gates covered with moss slowly trembled and separated, exposing the centuries-old vicissitudes of the Martial Stele Forest and the accumulation of martial arts to the eyes of the visitor.

'Click, click. '

The footsteps were rhythmic, steady and powerful, stepping in the small puddles, getting closer and closer to the mother and daughter in purple and blue in front of the cliff.

The cold wind blows from the cliff.

The red light flowing from the blade of the sword that drives the 'Shangdong Fulong Sword' is even brighter and brighter than before.

Kneeling on the cold, water-filled ground, Mu Yuanjun tilted her head slightly in embarrassment. The wind blew up her scattered black hair, revealing a beautiful face that looked exactly like Mu Yuqing's.

She watched the 'Shangdong Sword Qi' suddenly become more intense, her brown eyes slowly widened, she covered her mouth with both hands, and was speechless in surprise.

"how is this possible."

She couldn't understand.

At the same time, there was also a warm voice that reached my ears, like a spring breeze. It was slow and slow, slowly echoing on the cliff, and the sound was:
"Wang Dongxuan,"

"Come and make the promise."

Follow the sound line.

I saw the person coming was dressed in plain white clothes.
Still better...three points of frost and snow.

(End of this chapter)