Mu Ei suddenly felt a chill coming from his back, and he looked back in confusion.

Chen Fengxue said lightly: "What's wrong?"

Mu Zhe stood in a tomb, holding a small wooden sword in his hand. He felt a little sweat on his forehead and shook his head slightly: "It's okay, it's just a little cold."

Chen Fengxue sat cross-legged in the shade next to the huge rock. He was gently raising his hand, and a mixed black crow stood on his wrist, tilting his head to look at him.

Chen Fengxue bounced his fingers slightly, and the crow was frightened, spread his wings and flew into the sky, disappearing into the dark sky.

"Come here." He said.

Mu Ze was happy and put away the small wooden sword and threw himself into Chen Fengxue's arms happily.

Chen Fengxue opened the cloak on her shoulder and gently wrapped Mu Zhe who was sitting in his arms. Her eyes were staring at the grave in front of her, not knowing what she was thinking.

Mu Zhe looked up slightly and whispered, "Master, why do I need to learn sword moves? Senior Brother Sanshui said that if I don't enter the Tao, even if I learn sword moves, it will be useless."

Chen Fengxue said lightly: "Just learn it, you will use it in the future."

Mu Zhe trusted his master very much and nodded heavily after hearing this: "Well! Ah Zhe will study hard!"

Chen Fengxue lowered her eyes, her slender fingers gently stroked Mu Ze's soft hair, and there was a gentleness deep in her cold eyes that others could not notice.

Mu Zhe shook his feet and started his daily journey again, asking, "Master, when can we go out?"

Chen Fengxue's hand was stunned, and after a long time, he whispered: "Isn't it good to be here?"

Mu Zhe looked at him blankly: "There is nothing here, only a derelict tomb, where is the best place?"

Chen Fengxue said something Mu Zhe didn't understand: "We can't get out, and they can't get in."

"who are they?"

Chen Fengxue said: "The one who wants to kill you."

Mu Ei was startled and quickly turned around and threw himself into his master's arms.

He said aggrievedly: "Azhe is very obedient, why do anyone want to kill me?"

Chen Fengxue's soft fingertips rubbed the scarlet birthmark on Mu Zhe's face and said softly: "Yes, why did you kill you? Mingming..."

Mu Zhuo: "Master?"

Chen Fengxue Bingwei's eyes seemed to be brewing with violent storms, and he said coldly: "It was clearly the evil they committed."

Mu Zhe didn't understand why, so he reached out and grabbed his clothes and murmured: "Master, what are you talking about?"

Since then, Chen Fengxue has never said such things that made Mu Xi not understand after ten years of burying the bone tomb.

The sixteen-year-old Mu Zhe had grown up in shape. Even if he couldn't condense a trace of spiritual power, he had been practicing the sword moves given to him by Chen Fengxue for ten years.

Every time he practices swordsmanship, Chen Fengxue always stands not far away in white clothes, looking at him with dim eyes.

The fairy in white is a small world, incompatible with the dirty tombs around him. The eternal light on Li Ren Peak illuminates the deserted sword tomb that is dull all year round, sprinkling a thin layer of warm light all over him, as if it would dissipate between heaven and earth in the next moment.

After Mu Ze practiced the sword that he must practice every day, he turned around as usual, and looked at Chen Gurong with gentle eyes, trying to get praise from his master.

Chen Fengxue just looked at him without saying a word.

Mu Zhe put away his sword, ran over quickly, bent down his head slightly, and whispered: "Master, how is Ah Zhe practicing?"

He lowered his head and waited to praise him.

When Chen Fengxue saw his appearance, she suddenly laughed for some reason.

Mu Zhe looked up in shock.

This was the first time he saw his master smile.

Chen Fengxue raised his hand gently, stroked his head, and said, "You are practicing very well."

Mu Zhe was praised by him so much that his soul was about to fly away, and he wanted to play another sword move on the spot.

Chen Fengxue's hand gradually went down, slowly stroking Mu Zhe's hideous scarlet birthmark. After staying for a moment, he suddenly said, "A Zhe, do you want to go out?"

Mu Zhe tilted his head, rubbed his palm gently against Chen Fengxue's palm, and said in a coquettish way, "I'll listen to Master. Master asked me to go out and I'll go out."

During the past ten years of burying the bone tomb, Mu Zhe almost got used to such hard-working days. As long as Chen Fengxue is by his side, he doesn't care wherever he goes.

Chen Fengxue stroked his face and said, "Okay."

He leaned closer to Mu Zhui: "Open your mouth."

Mu Zhe instinctively obeyed his words. As soon as he spread the slit of his lips, he felt Chen Fengxue stuffing something into his mouth.

“Swallow.”

Mu Zhu didn't understand why, but he still swallowed that thing into his stomach.

"What is this?" Mu Zhe asked curiously after swallowing it.

Chen Fengxue said lightly: "What can make you live."

After he finished speaking, his figure was slightly dim. Mu Ei hurriedly went to catch him, but he reached out and threw himself into nothing.

Mu Zhe said in horror: "Master!"

Chen Fengxue's eyebrows and eyes were like picturesque, and his hairband floated slightly with the wind from somewhere. He said, "The barrier of the bone burial tomb will be broken every ten years. In five days, Su Xiyan will come to repair the barrier. I will come to take you out."

Mu Zi was confused: "Five days?"

Chen Fengxue's eyes were rarely soft, he stared at Mu Zhe and said softly: "Wait for me."

After saying that, his body suddenly disappeared.

Mu Zhe's pupils shrank, and he suddenly opened his hands and rushed over, but he didn't catch anything at all, and he staggered to the ground.

At the same time, the things in his belly seemed to be lit, and began to slowly burn along his limbs and bones. After a while, Mu Ze was so painful that he was covered in sweat and could not even make a sound of moaning.

The pain continued, Mu Zhe almost rolled on the ground in pain, and as soon as he moved, he felt like he was being hugged tightly by someone.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the handsome face of his master was in his eyes.

Mu Zhui Nainai said: "Master."

Chen Gurong glared at him and said, "You dare to distract yourself in the thunder tribulation. Are you looking for death?"

Mu Zui couldn't tell what year it was. When he saw Chen Gurong as if he had been running around for many years and finally found his home, he flashed in his eyes. He suddenly stepped forward and threw Chen Gurong to the ground, buried in his neck and choked and said, "Master, you said you wanted me to wait for you."

Chen Gurong: "????"

The sky thunder continued, but the boy who experienced the thunder tribulation was crazy.

Chen Gu Rong didn't even slap Mu Zhe in the head and said angrily: "What's crazy?! Take the thunder disaster!"

Mu Zhe's spiritual consciousness was still immersed in the memory that came from somewhere. As the thunder tribulation struck one by one, the memory became faster and faster and faster.

Mu Ze seemed to be looking at some script, watching "he" struggle and roll in the dark and dull bone burial tomb for three days. The bone-thrusting pain also turned from an unbearable roar to a heavy hum.

At the end, his consciousness was awakened by a sound of glass breaking.

When he slowly raised his head, the sky that had been covered with darkness for ten years seemed to have a crack, and the light poured into the bone-burning tomb that had been light all year round, stinging Mu Zhu's eyes.

Mu Ei was shining with tears falling down, and he struggled to stand up with the wooden sword.

Someone slowly walked from the light.

At that moment, Mu Zhe instinctively thought that it was Chen Fengxue who came to pick him up.

But before he could have time to be happy, Yu Xinghe's harmless face appeared in front of him.

"Senior Brother, give me what Master gave you."

Mu Zhe didn't know anything, and he didn't understand what was in Yu Xinghe's mouth.

"What?"

"The younger brother is still pretending to be stupid." Yu Xinghe laughed, his eyes curled, as if he was still the young man who was holding the corner of his clothes and asked him with tears in his eyes. "Ten years ago, the master did not hesitate to cut off half of the Yuandan, and asked Senior Brother Sanshui to send him to the bone burial tomb, so he naturally gave that thing to you."

Mu Zhe: "What?"

"Senior Brother Sanshui trespassed into the bone burial tomb and was seriously injured by the demon cultivator, and even lost his life." Yu Xinghedao, "Senior Brother shouldn't know nothing, right?"

Mu Ze was stunned and then took a few steps back, and said in surprise: "Senior Brother Sanshui... is he dead?"

Yu Xinghe was too lazy to greet him, so he drew his sword and said coldly: "Tell me the magical artifact, I will see that my brothers will give you a way out."

Mu Edward's head was in a mess. He kept retreating with pain in his head, but Yu Xinghe seemed to be chasing him like crazy.

The sword was filled with light, and someone seemed to be saying something in his ears. Mu Zhe didn't hear it clearly, but Yu Xinghe could hear it clearly.

"You are all dead, and the magical artifacts brought by Chen Fengxue can save you even if they have a trace of spiritual power." A low voice was full of bewitching, and said softly, "But he handed over the artifacts to Mu Zui, but he just wanted to practice Taoism and live forever."

"Tsk tsk, it's really unfair. You are obviously his disciples, just like Mu Zhe."

Yu Xinghe's hand holding the sword tightened suddenly, and a blood-red flashed gradually in his amber pupils.

"It's so ironic. Your life in Manchu is not as good as a waste."

"What are you waiting for? Kill him."

"You dare to even break into the forbidden area. Are you afraid of adding another one to harm your fellow disciples?"

"Kill him and take the artifact over, and I can easily take you out of the Li Ren Peak. The power of the artifact will definitely turn your life wheel around."
To be continued...