Fix your sister's fairy

Mo Yi and his party decided to stay where they were and no longer try to move, because no matter how they walked, they couldn't get out of this strange circle, leaving the straw mat shroud behind, once it disappeared from view, the next moment, the familiar straw mat shroud would inevitably appear over a sand dune in front of them, and the surrounding terrain environment was exactly the same, and every grain of sand had not changed.

During this period, Zhao Mad proposed to completely destroy this sandy land to try, but as soon as this proposal was proposed, Venerable Qingxuan vetoed, she shook her head slightly, her eyes indifferently stared at the straw mat shrouded in a hundred meters away, just said a word to rest on the spot, and then sat on the ground by herself, Gongsun Ruoji and Zhao Mad could not only pretend.

'Gone into someone else's grave. This is the statement given by the Venerable Qingxuan, although the words are unknown, but the word grave still makes people subconsciously awe and jealousy from the heart, each tomb must be buried with the dead, placed in the world of cultivating immortals or the Lingwu world of Gongsun Ruoji, it is not difficult to see the tomb with many organs and murderous machines.

At this moment, the "grave" that Mo Yi and others encountered was quite simple, four bottles of sand dunes, a depression, the sky was a coffin, the ground was a carrier, and the straw mat shrouded body everywhere revealed the word desolation, it is hard to imagine that this can be related to the "grave", here is not even a mass grave, at most it can only be regarded as a wilderness of exposed corpses.

But after all, this is not an ordinary desert, this is a land of endless white sand, the cemetery of nine sentient beings, since it is a cemetery, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a cemetery, even Venerable Qingxuan did not come up with a way to break the situation in the first place, and Mo Yi and the others would not be so arrogant that they thought they could break the situation with their own strength 553.

And now it seems that Venerable Qingxuan seems to have a plan in his heart, not very flustered, after saying that he rested on the spot, he actually had the leisure to take out a table of tea utensils to make tea, spread a layer of soft red blue satin on the sand, and sat barefoot in front of a low table to place the tea utensils in the ring one by one, so calm and relaxed, the temperature in the blue waves-like eyes was constant, and it was as beautiful as a moving painting all the time.

Gongsun Ruoji and Zhao Mad also rested in place, Mo Yi lit a bonfire, there was no wood and other fuel in the desolate white sand, but fortunately, there was still a large amount of demon beast leather and meat fat left after hunting in his receiving ring, and cutting some as fuel could even ensure that it would not be extinguished for a few days and nights.

The warm bonfire rose up, illuminating the white sand of a sand dune, the cemetery of the nine secluded beings has no day and night, but the sky is dark all the time, in a sense, this place can be called "eternal night", the bonfire illuminates a land. If it was before, Mo Yi would not have dared to light a bonfire, because the light of the fire would attract many terrifying and powerful anomalies, but now he didn't have to be afraid, because he was already trapped in a powerful anomaly, and if he could attract other anomalies to break the game, it would be very lucky.

The soft and comfortable leather was spread on the ground, Gongsun Ruoji sat on the ground in silence and dissolved the white bandages on her arms, cleaned up the bandages with a weight-bearing effect, and then carefully wrapped her hands, (ciea) and Zhao Mad closed his eyes and meditated and pretended to sleep, and the continuous sleeplessness was unbearable even if he was out of the Mortal Supreme Realm, and he had to rest quickly if he could rest for a while.

As for the Holy Maiden, she was sitting alone in a place where the bonfire could not be illuminated, staring at the dark sky with her knees crossed, no one knew what she was thinking, maybe she was thinking about how to escape, or she was thinking about how to get in touch with the forces of the Holy Mountain.

Mo Yi stood aside with the Demon Sealing Sword, squinting at the quiet straw mat shrouded in the sand dune a hundred meters away, the bright and warm bonfire could not illuminate there, and he could only vaguely see the pale feet leaking out of the corpse in the straw mat, and the skin was like delicate white jade, which really didn't look like a dead person could have.

"Blood Sword, you say, what would I do without the teacher?" he said softly.

The blood-colored sword silently pierced into the sand beside him, and the bloody sword chuckled and said, "Then you shouldn't ask me, what's the difference between asking me for help and asking your teacher for help?" "

Mo Yi was silent for a moment, thinking in his heart what if he encountered this straw mat shroud without Qing Xuan? Endlessly repeating the circle, or losing his mind and angrily swinging his sword at the unknown shroud?

He lowered his eyes slightly, he was not used to the feeling of always having a feeling of dependence behind him when he was in danger, because too often despair and danger could only be faced by himself, and no one else would save him.

There was a crackling sound in the bonfire, the bones of the beasts were cracked by the scorching flames, and there were several strings of delicious demon beast flesh and blood near the bonfire, and the flames glanced at the golden roasted meat on the skin, and the action of swallowing saliva was small but frequent.

"Come and sit down for a while. "

Just when Mo Yi was in a daze, a light voice sounded behind him, he turned around in response and saw Venerable Qingxuan sitting on the silk, she raised her jade arm with her back to herself and kept playing with those tea utensils, the sound of water flowing was clear and pleasant, and the white green smoke and the fragrance of tea slowly diffused.

For a moment, Mo Yi felt that he was back in the Lost Forest, back in the bamboo house, he chuckled silently, stroked the hilt of the Blood Sword, and then inserted the Demon Sealing Sword in the white sand in the same place and walked over, sitting on the opposite side of the Qingxuan Venerable's low table, his hands on his laps as in the past, it was the well-behaved student.

The faint light of the bonfire not far away shone on the side face of Venerable Qingxuan who was making tea at the low table, and the green of the bamboo leaf in the center of his eyebrows and the three-petaled red leaf between Mo Yi's forehead formed a sharp contrast, both of them were so beautiful and moving, but the meaning of the representation was completely different.

Venerable Qingxuan pushed the teacup full of new tea in front of Mo Yi, Mo Yi bowed slightly and picked up the teacup but didn't rush to taste it, just gently rubbed the surface of the teacup, looking at the graceful and magnificent patterns on it, and his face was reflected in the white smoke and tea fragrance.

"The teacher's tea-making skills have improved again. After a long time, Mo Yi said softly.

"Familiar hands. Venerable Qingxuan took a sip of the teacup in both hands, holding the teacup and looking into the distance.

"Did Luo Xue still drink tea at your place during the time I was away?" Mo Yi asked.

Venerable Qingxuan bowed his head and said: "Yes, but not too often, Jiao Huang has a lot of homework, and she needs to go out or retreat for a long time with the Tiangu Sect Master, she is very hard." "

"It's okay, she should have spent more time to see you. Mo Yi smiled and said: "The teacher's tea is very delicious, drink it once less, who knows when the next time we can meet again, it may be a month, a year, or forever." "

"Don't say frustrating words, people who cultivate immortals can't give up against the sky, if you want to drink tea, then you can drink it at any time, even if it is at the end of the world, you can return from the broken void space, what about a fragrant tea. Venerable Qingxuan said lightly.

"That's very good, so how about going back to Tiangumen to find a teacher when the students want to drink tea in the future?" Mo Yi smiled: "I just hope that I won't be kicked out by the sect master." "

"You don't have to. Venerable Qingxuan said, "You don't have to go back to the Heavenly Lonely Gate. "

"What?" Mo Yi was a little stunned and didn't react.

Venerable Qingxuan looked sideways at the white sand in the distance for a long time, then turned his head to look at Mo Yiqi, who was a little stunned, and said: "Since you want to drink tea, then follow me, I am not trapped in the Heavenly Lonely Gate, you can go and take a look when you get out of the world of Lost Forest, if you want to drink tea, then I will make tea for you, so what?"

The tea in the teacup rippled slightly, the corners of Mo Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and then he regained his calm, he looked at Venerable Qingxuan and said with a smile: "Wow, I am flattered, of course I am willing to drink tea if the teacher is willing to make tea, drink tea for three meals a day, eat tea when you are hungry, and the whole body will be full of tea fragrance in about a few years." "

Venerable Qingxuan looked at Mo Yi and smiled lightly: "Won't you get tired of drinking?"

Mo Yi raised the teacup and saluted the sky, and he didn't know who he was respecting, Venerable Qingxuan watched him drink all the tea in it and then put down the teacup: "I can't get tired of drinking, the teacher's tea is not tired of drinking." "

"That's fine. Venerable Qingxuan nodded.

After a long silence, the fragrance of tea overflowed, and the bonfire came out of Gongsun Ruoji and Zhao Mad eating the flesh and blood of the roasted demon beast, both of them looked over here, and saw that the teachers and students sitting opposite each other on the satin did not mean to disturb, they ate their own in silence, although the barbecue was fragrant and delicious, but if there was no trace of the fragrance of tea, they felt that the most delicious thing in the world was only in the tea cup on the low table, in the hands of the woman who was as light as bamboo leaves.

Nothing was said all night. _

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