Floating clouds

Chapter 18 Night Attack

Lin Xinglu practiced his sword in the snow, his sword was fierce and colder than the snow.

Mu Zheng sat next to them and watched them practice swords. Not even a single piece of snow flew on him, but he had already become a scene in the snow, a mist of light.

He beckoned Lin Xinglu to come over, and said, "Your sword energy is uncertain, but what happened?"

Lin Xinglu's eyes were also cold, and he said in disgust, "No, I just don't like snow."

Snow looked holy, but it made people cold, and buried all the ugliness and sinister in the holiness. He seemed to be able to see blood everywhere through the white snow.

Mu Zheng said: "No matter what happens, Xue is always innocent. How can your sword heart change because of snow."

Lin Xinglu said: "Yes, Master."

He obediently agreed, and when he practiced the sword again, the sword energy was not so sharp.

If the sword energy is too fierce and sharp, it cannot last long. If you startle with a sword, it will never be exhausted.

After practicing the sword, Lin Sheng brought Zhiyue's desserts, and Zhiyue went to the Qingshan School, and the craftsmanship has improved by leaps and bounds. It can be seen that it is not unreasonable for Heshan to be so fat.

"Brother, is it the Chinese New Year?" Lin Mingqi asked after eating a piece of plum cake.

There is no time in the mountains, and Lin Xinglu realized that a year had passed. Thinking of the New Year, his heart was as cold as ice, and he couldn't eat anything.

Snowflakes fell on the bluestone slabs, and the moonlight condensed the road into pieces of suet jade. He stepped on it, leaving a string of lonely and lonely footprints.

"Master, are we celebrating the New Year?" Lin Xinglu asked.

"New Year?" Mu Zheng's voice was a little lazy, as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Just welcome the new year."

"What is there to welcome in the new year?" Mu Zheng seemed a little confused and sleepy, his voice was like a half-asleep cat.

Lin Xinglu was silent.

Only then did he remember that cultivators have a long lifespan, and mortals are like mayflies in their eyes.

But it is precisely because mayflies have short lives that they cherish every moment of time. They will lament the lost time and look forward to the new future.

The Laba porridge at home has already been drunk at this time, and red lanterns are hung from the garden to the porch. Everyone is very busy, busy making new clothes, pasting Spring Festival couplets, preparing New Year gifts, and buying fireworks.

And celebrate his birthday, he is born on New Year's Eve.

He is the heart and soul of Lin Xiangfu, and the presents for his birthday are sent in like water, and he has never seen any of them. Mrs. Lin will cook for him, make him a bowl of longevity noodles, and watch him finish eating.

Now he has embarked on another road, no one celebrates his birthday here, and no one knows his birthday.

Lin Xiangfu and him were completely ended in blood.

Tears rolled from his eyes.

Mu Zheng's clothes were cold, he looked down at Lin Xinglu's silent tears, reached out to wipe them off, and said, "There's no need to cry, you like to celebrate the New Year, I'll let Lin Sheng arrange it."

"Yeah." Lin Xinglu choked up in a muffled voice, and stopped talking and crying.

The wind outside the window was cold, Mu Zheng's hand stopped suddenly, and he whispered: "You are asleep, I will go out and have a look."

Before he finished speaking, the other person had already floated away like a gust of wind. Lin Xinglu was stunned when he heard an exclamation.

It was Lin Mingqi's voice!

Lin Xinglu turned over and sat up, took off a piece of clothing, and ran towards Hanguang Courtyard.

He ran and fell all the way, he was out of breath, his heart was in a mess, he couldn't figure out what danger would be in Fuyunxu, even Mu Zheng was dispatched.

Fortunately, we will soon arrive at Hanguang Courtyard.

The gate of Hanguang Courtyard was open, and the moonlight came in, without the light of the snow. A dim yellow light was lit at the gate of the courtyard, with a hazy and gloomy look. A black figure stood in the courtyard, with a slender figure, A pair of eyes stared at Lin Mingqi and Chonghui who were shivering together like a poisonous snake.

'Thousand-faced Demon' Tong sad!

Lin Xinglu's whole heart was suspended, and he relaxed again.

He finally came, and everyone knew he would come, but if he didn't come, everyone would be worried for a day, but now that he came, everyone felt relieved.

"Where is the thing I want?" Tong Bei's voice was still like a broken gong, as he spoke, his twisted neck made a 'click' sound.

Mu Zheng smiled and said, "Why do you come to my house to find your things, you should go to the Devil's Den to find them."

Tong Bei licked his lips, his tongue was bright red, like a poisonous snake's tongue, disgusting and frightening: "Only here is head Mu."

After he finished speaking, his whole body suddenly trembled. Lin Xinglu felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy. He rushed to Lin Mingqi and Chonghui with a vigorous stride, protecting them behind him.

But he just forced out four silver needles from the black robe on his body, as thin as a hair, and fell to the ground with a cold light.

It's the four needles on the puppet.

Tong Bei was unprepared, he didn't expect that Chong would suddenly appear at Lin Mingqi's door, and a child holding a sleeping wooden toy in his hands would have such a cleverness, it was these four needles that paralyzed him for a short time, making Chong Hui pulled Lin Mingqi and escaped.

He was careless, but it doesn't matter, every mistake will make him stronger, and from now on, he will never be careless again.

Lin Mingqi hid behind Lin Xinglu, with red marks on her neck, she said with red eyes: "Brother, he wants to kill me."

Lin Xinglu suddenly became an unsheathed sword. He stood quietly in front of them, as if saying that if he wanted to kill her, he had to kill me first.

Both Lin Mingqi and Chonghui felt relieved.

Mu Zheng smiled gently under the dim light, but the words he said were very irritating: "No matter what it is, when it comes to Fuyunxu, it's mine. If you want it, you have to be able to take it away."

Tong Bei knew it would be useless to talk too much, the iron chains on his body slammed, slipped out of his hanging sleeves, and rose into the air, a huge and ugly head opened its bloody mouth, and let out a long "ah" .

This sound became a mixed voice of men, women and children again, and countless resentful ghosts shouted out from his mouth, which made people frightened.

Even though it was not the first time he saw this ghost head, Lin Xinglu still felt terrified. He would rather never see this terrifying thing.

Tong Bei dragged the ghost head and headed towards Mu Zheng.

Mu Zheng didn't move, the ghost head came to him, and he yelled suddenly, Lin Mingqi and Chonghui exclaimed, Lin Xinglu raised his heart.

The ghost backed away, but Mu Zheng was still standing there.

There was a little doubt in Tong Bei's vicious little eyes, but it soon changed, and the wriggling ghost under the black robe also came out together, converging into a soaring resentment, and heading towards Mu Zheng.

Mu Zheng still didn't dodge, the resentment howled and howled passed through him, the next moment, the huge ghost head came in front of him again, opened its mouth wide open, revealing sharp fangs, it could bite Mu Zheng in one bite smash.

The grievances turned into thousands of grievances didn't move him a bit, nor did it erode his mind. He seemed to be a person without heart and emotion. gown.

The moment the ghost head fell, he moved. He moved the index finger of his left hand. The slender finger tapped lightly, and a golden light entered the ghost head.

The iron chain 'crashed' flew into Tong Bei's sleeve, he took three steps back and exclaimed: "Impossible! Your cultivation level cannot be improved to this level."

Mu Zheng clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Things in the world are like this, the more you think it's impossible, the more likely it will happen."

Tong sadly said: "He can't lie to me, you must be weird!"

Mu Zheng didn't ask who it was, he said: "Everyone can lie to you, it's because you trust others too much."

Tong Bei said: "Aren't you going to kill me?"

His skills are not as good as others, so there is no reason not to kill a demon cultivator who everyone gets and punishes.

But Mu Zheng didn't move, he said: "If you don't leave, I will change my mind."

Before he finished speaking, Tong Bei had already fled, leaving only the gloomy devilish energy in the yard.

"Master, why did you let him go?" Lin Xinglu asked angrily.

What answered him was Mu Zheng's long series of coughs. Mu Zheng covered his mouth, coughing so hard that a few drops of dark red blood dripped from between his fingers, staining Baixue red.

"Master!"