Report to Emperor Zun: Others cry when the empress rolls

"Yin'er, listen to Muyun, after a year, you may not be able to come back here."

Murong Yin was still struggling in her heart, when she suddenly heard this sentence in her mind, she looked at the man beside her in surprise.

"Can Elder Mu predict the future?"

Murongyin believed Yun Yi's words the most. If he said so, then it was really possible that she and Sister You would not be able to come back here after a year.

However, she was more interested in another matter, so she asked quietly through voice transmission.

Yun Yi nodded slowly, with the corners of his mouth raised.

Murong Yin: "!"

What the hell!

Fortune-telling!

Boss!
Murongyin's heart was pounding, obviously shocked by Muyun's ability.

"Although Mu Yun can predict the future, he can't say it, otherwise he will be condemned by the Dao of Heaven and his cultivation will be damaged." Yun Yi said again.

This, Murong Yin understands very well, after all, the future can be said casually, and the world will be in chaos.

"Then listen to Elder Mu, go to the Spirit Pagoda with Sister You, and Feng Lie." Murong Yin finally agreed.

Hearing this, the other friends finally breathed a sigh of relief, if Murong Yin still disagrees, they have no other way to persuade them.

"Since this is the case, Ling will submit the list of personnel to the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow. Three days later, the three of you can go to the Spirit Pagoda to participate in the competition." Seeing that they had decided on candidates for the competition, Lingxuan said.

"Then I'll trouble Shopkeeper Ling." Li Luoyou thanked politely.

After returning from the flower hall, Murong Yin yawned and was about to go to bed and sleep for a while.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

"Ayin, are you asleep?"

Along with the knock on the door, a somewhat tangled voice sounded from outside.

Murongyin paused for a moment, then shook her head helplessly, she knew that this kid would not be able to sit still.

After tidying up her clothes, Murongyin stepped forward to open the door, just in time to meet a tangled and dazed face.

"What do you want from me? Come in and tell me." Murong Yin asked pretending to be nonchalant.

The muscles on Feng Lie's face twitched, and he asked, "Is Elder Yun not here?"

Seeing how cowardly he was about to enter but not dare to enter, the corner of Murongyin's mouth twitched: "He has something to go out."

Feng Lie nodded imperceptibly, his brows were furrowed, apparently still in conflict.

Murong Yin rolled her eyes speechlessly, and wanted to close the door.

"Hey, Ayin, don't go!" Feng Lie quickly blocked the door that was about to close, and looked at the woman pleadingly: "Ayin, why don't we come out and talk."

"I didn't expect that the two most promising juniors of Penglai Island would appear here. It's strange, really strange."

In Qingfeng courtyard.

The scenery is picturesque, quiet and elegant.

The owner of the courtyard smiled lightly, looking at the two young men in front of him.

"The famous sword repairer on Penglai Island, the proud son of the Mo family, Senior Mo also appeared here? It should be nothing unusual for the two of us to appear here."

The young man among the two spoke indifferently, with neither humble nor overbearing expression, and there was no intentional flattery in his tone. On the contrary, the familiarity in the words made people surprised.

"Senior Mo must be clear about why Senior Mo left Penglai Island and what Penglai Island is like now, but why did you give my friend the key to enter and exit Penglai Island?"

Mu Qining looked coldly at the smiling Mo Linfeng, if it was an enemy, her whip would have already been summoned by now!

No good intentions!

snort!
Mo Linfeng: "."

Mo Linfeng didn't expect Mu Qining to take her friends so seriously, and shook his head with a wry smile, knowing the reason why these two came to him.

Mo Linfeng opened his mouth and said regretfully: "So you are looking for me for this. I thought you were looking for me to catch up with the past. I remember that you used to call me big brother."

The regret and loss in those words made Mu Qining and Sang You stunned for a moment.

After a while, Sang You opened his mouth and said, "From the moment you left Penglai Island alone without even telling us, we have nothing to reminisce about."

Mo Linfeng was stunned, for a long while, there was only a deep sigh, and the time when the three of them were on Penglai Island appeared in his mind.

Mo Linfeng still remembered that he left home that day and was about to go out to relax. When he was practicing, he met Sang You and Mu Qining who were only eight or nine years old.

At that time, Mo Linfeng was already 20 years old, and already enjoyed a high reputation in Penglai Island. Because of his sharp and decisive moves, killing people without blinking an eye, he was nicknamed the Sword Master of Shura.

But Mo Linfeng was still shocked.

The little child, covered in blood, was seriously injured but still stubbornly stared at the monster in front of him who was seriously injured but still had the power to fight back, and refused to take a step back.

The determination in his eyes was fierce and unwilling, in Mo Linfeng's view, it should not appear on such a young child at all.

At least, among people other than him, he really hasn't seen it.

Perhaps it was this look in his eyes that touched him, Mo Linfeng, who had always been aloof and indifferent, raised the sword in his hand and slid it upwards.

A tyrannical sword energy directly crossed the monster's vitals from bottom to top.

He remembered the way they turned their eyes when they were saved.

There is the joy of surviving after the catastrophe, the surprise of being rescued, the loss of not being able to get rid of the monster with his own hands, and an indescribable frustration of unwillingness, with complex and difficult eyes.

He asked, "Aren't you happy that you were rescued?"

"Happy, but the two of us can't even kill a monster, what's the difference between us and trash?" Sang You's immature voice sounded in this perilous jungle.

"In the family, it is said that we are useless, and the elders of the family are all trying their best to train our brothers and sisters, but we are not cared about at all." Xiao Mu Qining pursed her lips, her eyes flashed with grievance and fear: "We don't Convinced, I went out to practice by myself, but we can't even kill a monster, are we really useless?"

"No, you are not!"

Mo Linfeng remembered that at that time he deliberately emphasized his tone, telling them that they were not trash, as if to affirm them, and also to affirm his previous self.

"No?" Xiao Sangyou and Xiao Mu Qining looked at him blankly with eyes full of doubts.

Mo Linfeng felt a pain in his heart, put away the sword in his hand, walked up to the two of them, raised his hand, and gently patted their heads.

Slowly said in a light but powerful voice: "You are not trash, you are rare geniuses, those old people in the family who are not cultivated, have short-sightedness, and can't see your talent at all!"

"You are only eight or nine years old, and you have the courage to kill monsters alone. You are many times stronger than those so-called geniuses who only know how to stay in the greenhouse and be surrounded by everyone!"

"As long as you don't give up on yourself and practice hard, when you have the ability in the future, you can go to the outside world to have a look, take a walk, and you will find that instead of being trapped in these intrigues and struggles for power and profit, it is better to practice with your heart and break through Out of one's own world!"