When Shen Yuanjing returned to the room, Quanzhen Sect saw that the smoke from the cooking stove where the ancient tomb was still rising, so he didn't ask again.

He entered the ancient tomb every night and meditated on the Hanyu bed to practice martial arts. Li Mochou was both afraid and curious, and did not tell his master. On the third day, he asked timidly in the dark: "Are you a human or a ghost?"

Shen Yuanjing didn't say a word. The little girl only treated him as a ghost in the tomb. She felt relieved and became afraid. She talked a lot every day and talked a lot. She was nothing more than her fear and admiration for her master, her love and jealousy for her junior sister, her yearning for the outside world, and her confusion about life.

He was a ruthless person, so he had no time to care about the long love between children. He didn't say a word for half a month, and practiced his skills wholeheartedly, and wanted to break through the bottleneck of the four levels of Mingyu Technique first.

Until that night, she was still mumbling, and a subtle sound of footsteps approached from afar, and the cold voice of the leader of the Lin Sect came: "Mochou, what are you muttering here every day?"

Li Mochou was a little nervous and quickly replied, "It's nothing, I'm going to sleep now." She didn't know if the ghost on the bed was still there, so she had to lie down and didn't dare to move, like a stone.

The footsteps came to the front, and the leader of Sect reached out and touched her head, saying, "You have worked hard in the past two years, just wait until Long'er is bigger, it's good." She shrank her legs and did not dare to speak.

The Sect Master Lin only said that she had become a child, so he got up and was about to leave. Suddenly, a man's voice came: "Sect Master Lin, stay!"

Li Mochou's hair stood up and he thought to himself, "The ghost is speaking!" The Master Lin was shocked and pulled her up, retreated to the door of the house, protected her behind him, and then pulled out the fire and shook it brightly.

With the glimmer of light, I saw a young man in black clothes sitting cross-legged on Han Yu's bed, looking at this side, with bright light in his eyes and bright spirit, which made the dim interior shine brightly.

She felt a stern in her heart and said to herself: "This person must have a very deep internal skills. It's Shen Yuanjing, the stinky Taoist priests of Quanzhen Sect, said? I also said that he had given up on the offense, but he had been hiding here all the time. So Mo Chou talked to him every day."

Li Mochou couldn't help but stretched out his head, covered his eyes with his hands, and looked at Shen Yuanjing through his fingers, afraid that it was an evil ghost with green face and fangs. However, when he saw it, he turned out to be a handsome handsome man. He couldn't help but widen his eyes and felt a little nervous.

The leader of the sect simply lit a candle, secretly guarded, and said with a serious expression: "You are Shen Yuanjing, Huashan? Why are you stealing into the tomb of the Living Dead?" She was very surprised. How could this person recognize the complicated route in the tomb? He turned his head slightly and glanced at the disciples beside him.

Shen Yuanjing didn't stand up and said, "It was to explore the effect of the cold jade bed, but it was extraordinary and made people linger. I thought of coming quietly, leaving quietly, and not disturbing the sect leader, but a few days ago, I got a piece of news from the little girl Mochou, which was of great importance. If I didn't say it out, I would act directly, which seemed wrong."

Li Mochou said to himself: "What's the good thing about this broken bed that is worth lingering?" Suddenly, he remembered something and his face turned red.

Although the Master Lin was dissatisfied with Quanzhen Qizi, he also knew that the martial arts of these people were highly praised by them. He felt that he had to send out seven people to intercept them, so he was very cautious, so he did not take action at the first time and replied: "What is the news?"

Shen Yuanjing said: "I heard that three years ago, the sect leader took away a baby girl from Chongyang Palace, right?"

The head of the Sect Lin felt a little sad. He didn't know whether the person in front of him was an enemy or a friend, but he couldn't hide it. He could only nod and said, "But it's the case. Could it be that it has something to do with you?" Li Mochou forgot about the others for a moment and listened with his ears.

He had already thought of a word and said coldly: "She is over two years old this year. She is thin, fair in skin, and has a good-looking face, especially her eyes, which makes people unforgettable at first sight. She is also cold and does not like to laugh, right?"

The Lord Lin's face changed drastically, and he thought to himself: "How did he know so much?" Looking back at the disciple, Li Mochou shook his head quickly and whispered: "I haven't told him this."

Shen Yuanjing heard it clearly and smiled in his heart, "It seems that he was frightened." These words were all reversed from his previous life's impression. Needless to say, how can it be dark if you don't see the sun all day long? How can you get fat if you only drink honey every day? I saw that these three adults always have no playmates and are a little more withdrawn. It is normal.

As for the special eyes, it is even more interesting. Any child will be curious about the outside world. His eyes are always looking around and spinning around, and he looks naturally more special than adults.

He said to himself, "So similar, it seems that he is the daughter of Senior Sister Yao Yue." Sect Master Lin was stunned and asked, "Who is Yao Yue?"

He did not answer and said, "This little girl's parents are my enemies. My internal injuries were given by the couple, and I asked the sect leader to hand her over to me for disposal."

When the leader of the Sect, he heard him say "Senior Sister" in front of him, he was half-believing and half-doubted, and now he has become an "enemy" again. His face changed and he said, "My disciple, Mr. Shen, has never seen me before, so he must have admitted his mistake. In any case, you have always been wrong in breaking into the tomb of the Living Dead late at night. Please leave." After all, he was afraid of the other party's martial arts and did not dare to take action first.

Shen Yuanjing was so scared that he naturally wanted to strike while the iron was hot and he was reluctant to leave. Then he said, "The master of the sect thinks I admit my mistake? Then please carry the little girl over to see it. If not, Shen apologizes and turns to leave. If so, let me take it away, how about it?"

The head of the Lin Sect thought to himself, "I heard that this man was ruthless and Ruolong'er fell into his hands, and I don't know if he could survive." Naturally, he refused to agree and said, "It's just your family's words, without proof, how can you believe it? Besides, she is a disciple of my Living Dead Tomb, how can you take it away at will?"

Shen Yuanjing said: "Yes, but why do I need to prove it to you? She was the daughter of Yaoyue and Yan Nantian first, and then a disciple of your Tomb Sect. I want to take her away, but you can't stop her."

The leader of Sect Lin was stunned and thought to himself: "When did we become the 'Ancient Tomb Sect'?" Then he became angry and said coldly: "You are going to snatch it? You have to learn the tricks."

As he said that, Li Mochou pushed away, he winked and signaled her to leave first, then set off and focused on her mind. However, Li Mochou was so anxious that he felt cold sweat coming out. He was unwilling to leave and was about to speak, but he only heard a chuckle.

Shen Yuanjing pressed Han Yu's bed with one hand and flew over. It seemed light, but it was anxious and fast. The leader of the Sect, Lin, could no longer care about Li Mochou, used the net of heaven and earth with both hands, which was extremely dense to protect the two.

In the blink of an eye, he attacked in front of him, and wiped his right hand casually, breaking the dozen moves that the opponent had made in a short period of time, bent his middle finger, clasped his thumb and bounced it, and a strong wind shot towards Li Mochou.

The Lord Lin's face changed drastically and he wanted to save each other. It was too late, and he couldn't help but feel his heart and courage. He heard a sound of "Ouch", and Li Mochou covered his forehead and his eyes were full of tears.

She hurriedly pulled Li Mochou's hand and looked carefully. Except for a light red mark the size of a fingernail on her forehead, there was nothing unusual. Then she breathed a sigh of relief. When she turned around, she saw that the other party had returned to its original position, as if she had never moved.
Chapter completed!