The female partner is always on the way to carry the knife

Chapter 470 This hero is poisonous (42)

After the Yumen was destroyed, Chu Yao went all the way to Fuyan Mountain. He hardly stopped on the way. Chu Jingtian's words were still echoing in his mind, and the overwhelming anger drove him to keep moving forward.

Finally, two days later, he finally arrived at Fuyan Mountain.

But before he entered the mountain gate, he was stopped by someone who was the gatekeeper disciple of Fuyan Mountain, "My master has not asked about world affairs for many years, fellow Taoist, please come back."

Chu Yao learned how to be smart now, and directly took out the token that his father gave him and showed it in front of the disciple, "This is something from your master, do you recognize it?"

The disciple looked at the jade pendant in Chu Yao's hand for a while, and after confirming that it belonged to Mo Bai, he bowed his hands and said, "Please follow me, fellow Taoist."

There is a formation in Fuyan Mountain. If this disciple hadn't brought Chu Yao in, he might not be able to find his way after walking for ten days and ten nights.

Mo Bai's residence is on the top of Fuyan Mountain. The two of them flew with their swords for a while before they arrived. At the moment, Mo Bai was taking a lunch break. The disciple said, "Fellow Daoist, please wait for another half an hour until the master wakes up."

If it were the usual Chu Yao, he would definitely yell at the other party for not giving him face, but this time, he came to find someone to help, so his attitude would naturally be more humble: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, I will wait here for Mr. Mo Bai to get up .”

After an unknown amount of time, Chu Yao seemed a little drowsy while sitting on the stone bench.

A green shirt walked out of the room slowly.

The disciple quickly reminded Chu Yao, "Fellow Daoist, this is my master."

Chu Yao suddenly jumped up from the stone bench in a jerk, and bowed: "Chu Yao, the junior, is the son of Chu Jingtian from the Yumen, and he came to see Mr. Mo Bai this time for a blind date." He said, taking out his chest Handed the jade pendant to Mo Bai.

After a short pause, the owner in the green shirt said, "What's the matter?" The voice was clear and clear, with a bit of laziness from just waking up, unexpectedly very provocative.

Only now did Chu Yao dare to look up at him. In his impression, Mo Bai should be an older, middle-aged man, but the one in front of him looked about the same age as him, with a face as handsome as a sculpture Unparalleled, with exquisite and distinct facial features, the whole body is imposing, and the eyes under a pair of sword eyebrows reveal a cold and icy light that cannot be ignored.

He lost his composure, but quickly reacted, and said: "A few days ago, several juniors from the Lou family and Feng Nianchen who belonged to the Lingzong came to Yumen and killed several elders of Yumen without any explanation. I don't know What kind of evil technique did they practice, they actually broke the yin and yang array that my Yumen is most proud of, that Feng Nianchen also killed my father, Yumen was destroyed, and I was the only one left to survive, begging Mo Bai Mister avenges Yumen for me!"

While Chu Yao was speaking, he kept holding the jade pendant.Mo Bai didn't know, he meant to repay his favor.

Mo Bai squinted at him, "I see, you have come to Fuyan Mountain this time, and rest for a few days. I have not cared about the world for many years. I buried my magic weapon under Henghu in the early years, and I will fetch it. Then I will follow you... to take revenge."

"Thank you, Mr. Mo Bai." Chu Yao suppressed the joy in his heart, and thanked repeatedly: "Thank you, thank you."

The disciple took Chu Yao to rest, while Mo Bai flew to the Heng Lake on the hillside of Fuyan Mountain.

Although the sun is not as strong as at noon at this time, it is still scorching hot, reflecting the jagged lake surface, as if coated with a layer of golden gauze as thin as cicada's wings, beautiful.

The ink-white flute landed by the lake, raised his hand, and a bunch of green lights shot out from the palm of his hand, and flew into the lake. After a while, a fiery red flute flew from the bottom of the lake, attracting the light of Henghu Lake. It swayed, flew straight up, and then fell down like a waterfall and scattered.

The magic flute flew into Mo Bai's hands, with a look of nostalgia as if he had seen a friend for many years. He lightly stroked the body of the flute, and said softly: "This time, I let you out again. I promise you... just this time, we will completely Retreat."

(End of this chapter)