Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 68 Xu Mu is a little crazy
Murong Xumu is a meticulous person.
Even though the top-quality spiritual tea offered by Xiao Hegu, a sect that specialized in water-based magic, he did not take a sip.
He Qing, the head of Xiaohe Valley, a foundation-building cultivator wearing a blue Taoist robe, with an ancient face, white hair and a long beard, was sitting opposite Murong Xumu.
If it weren't for the slightly flattering smile on He Qing's face, he would indeed have an otherworldly aura.
The world of cultivation is a place where seniority is extremely important. In terms of age, He Qing is more than sixty years older than Murong Xumu. However, in terms of seniority, he still has to respectfully call this young man in front of him, who is not even as old as his apprentice, "Uncle Master".
As the junior brother of the leader of Guanghan Sect, one of the top thirty-three sects, Murong Xumu's seniority is truly astonishingly high.
"Master Xumu has become more stable." He Qing glanced at Murong Xumu's clothes calmly and couldn't help thinking.
As far as he knew, Murong Xumu was an extremely fastidious person. He would never sit on a chair that had been sat on by others. He even brought his own expensive cups and tableware. It was rumored that in front of others, Murong Xumu used a secret method to block his breathing and was unwilling to breathe in the air that had been breathed by others.
According to legend, he had a good personal relationship with Lu Zhouyue, a famous armor-making master in the cultivation world. For this reason, Lu Zhouyue specially made more than a dozen sets of unique robes for him.
Therefore, no matter when you see Murong Xumu, he always looks elegant, graceful and proud, just like the most refined artist on the top of the highest mountain in the cultivation world.
When did He Qing see Murong Xumu with a gloomy face and a faint cold murderous aura emanating from his body?
"Uncle Xumu is dressed more low-key, more calm, and seems to have a deeper cultivation. Is the Guanghan Sect Master interested in training him?"
Thinking of this, even though he did not receive any response to his greetings to Murong Xumu, the smile on He Qing's face deepened. Of course, he still retained the dignity of a foundation-building cultivator to a minimum extent.
Murong Xumu was in a very bad mood. He had been in a murderous state all the time recently and was a little insomniac.
He was afraid to fall asleep, afraid to close his eyes.
Because once he fell asleep, he would have the same nightmare, dreaming of himself spinning in shame.
Moreover, he had been practicing madly these days in order to forget the mushroom forest.
He swore to make Ji Ba become the person in his nightmare! No, he couldn't let him off so easily. He would tear off the last piece of cloth on Ji Ba's body, and then ruthlessly freeze him with ice crystals without a trace of impurities, and place him right in front of the largest auction house square in Dinglong City, letting the whole world point fingers at him, like a wretched and dirty specimen.
Only in this way could he make up for his tainted heart of Taoism, which was originally as pure and flawless as the first snow in severe winter.
Thinking of this, a few tiny bloodshot veins appeared , and then his true energy became extremely cold and oppressive.
"That...that silver demon!"
Murong Xumu didn't listen to He Qing at all. He clenched his fists suddenly, and his knuckles turned whiter.
There has never been a moment when I forgot Wang Chen's appearance in my mind.
Even if Wang Chen was burned to ashes, ground into powder, and then fed to the monster for excretion, he would still be able to recognize this unforgettable thing that cannot be described in words.
God knows how crazy he has been during this period. He not only mobilized the sect's forces to conduct a carpet search in Qinghu Bay.
Issue a wanted warrant.
He even did not spare the mass graves.
If he found a corpse, even one that had been swallowed by a monster, he would be able to piece the corpse together and freeze it to vent his anger a little.
However, the reality is cruel. This cunning, insidious and shameless silver devil seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.
He is the younger brother of the chief masters of the thirty-three sects, the face of the sect, responsible for most of the sect's external affairs, and a peerless genius who can chat and laugh with the masters of other sects.
There was actually no way to deal with a casual cultivator! How could he stick to his Dao heart?
Recently, his determination in cultivation has become increasingly restless, and he has been on the verge of going astray several times.
Countless times! He personally searched countless times, even if it meant letting the mediocre fans below him wash their eyes and feast their eyes. He searched countless times, just to one day find the figure engraved in his soul, as if entangled with endless years.
Countless times! He had imagined that moment countless times, and every time he thought of that scene, he couldn't help but feel his heart beating.
He thought as calmly as ice and snow, and finally identified several key search locations.
However, he did not expect that this silver demon not only did not appear in the nearby cities where there was debauchery, but also did not linger in places where female disciples frequently appeared.
This shameless casual cultivator, a casual cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, actually didn't even have the ambition of an ordinary casual cultivator. He didn't have the slightest desire to cultivate to the sixth level of Qi Condensation and become a high-level casual cultivator.
What is the difference between a casual cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Condensation and a cockroach? Murong Xumu didn't know.
But as a casual cultivator, can you have even a little bit of ambition?
As a silver demon, can you please have a little professional ethics!
Murong Xumu looked up at the sky, as if the voice and smile of the silver demon could be heard in the sky.
At the same time, he was very worried, and what he feared most was that Wang Chen would die outside.
The cold air was gathering, and He Qing smiled even more brightly, but her heart was very confused.
He felt that Murong Xumu was not in a good state and seemed to want to fight with him.
Even if a fight really came to a head, he, as the head of the sect, would not be inferior to Murong Xumu, who had only been practicing for a short time.
But the key is, does he dare to fight back?
"I haven't offended him, have I?" He Qinggan swallowed a sip of the spiritual tea.
"Reporting to the master, a golden light suddenly rose from a thousand miles southwest, as if an opportunity had appeared. Elder Chen of Baoguang Hall judged that a lost inheritance had been revealed." A pretty female disciple from Xiaohe Valley stood in front of the door and reported respectfully in a gentle and pleasant voice.
Although she bowed her head slightly and performed the salute as a disciple, her eyes were secretly looking at Murong Xumu, whose profile was as sharp as a knife, as straight as a lonely and proud pine tree, and whose temperament was compelling.
My heart beat violently twice.
"Mr. Murong is so handsome." She screamed wildly in her heart.
At the same time, she took two deep breaths of air calmly, as if she wanted to smell Murong Xumu's scent.
He Qing was a little stunned.
The most powerful sect within a thousand miles was his small valley. The reason for his astonishment was not because a hidden inheritance had appeared within the sphere of his influence.
It is not uncommon for hidden heritage to appear in the world.
But because of the news of this insignificant inheritance coming out ...
"Uncle Xumu's murderous aura seems to have dissipated."
"Go down." He Qing waved the female disciple away, then squinted his eyes and watched the female disciple staring at Murong Xumu fiercely, and actually retreated all the way, retreating at a snail's pace like some sects with strict etiquette and rules.
"Here it comes again." Murong Xumu snorted in his heart with some disdain.
Living under the shadow of the Silver Demon, he did nothing but practice and search madly.
It was as if God closed a window for him and opened another one.
In the past six months, he participated in several explorations of ancient immortal ruins. While others struggled to survive, he obtained several ancient treasures without any effort.
Although he didn't get anything rare, this divine power that attracted opportunities still made Murong Xumu very comforted.
After all, God did not abandon him.
Needless to say, the emergence of this so-called hidden inheritance must have been prepared for him.
Most of the inheritances in the secluded world are incomplete, and are definitely not as good as the inheritances of the upper sects. Moreover, there is no systematic method of cultivation. Even if you obtain it, it is of little use. It is just a kind of chicken ribs that is better than nothing for the cultivators who cannot cultivate the inheritance.
However, places where inheritance is hidden often contain relics of ancient immortals. For ancient treasures, even a relocation order is priceless.
Murong Xumu stood up.
"only……"
"As for Lu Zhouyue's clothes, I can't tell him that they are all lost."
I was thinking calmly, but I heard an arrogant voice coming from a distance.
"Murong Xumu, come out."
