The reliable Mu Zhe turned his master into the room, stroked his hair until midnight before leaving the house with satisfaction.

Mu Ei walked out slowly, worried that the eternal light in the courtyard was too bright and Gu Rong couldn't sleep well. He raised his hand and turned off a few lights before he walked to the side room.

Xiwu still lives in the side courtyard, and Mu Zhuo is happy. After all, the side courtyard of Fan Jiangju is much closer to his master than the side courtyard. No matter what happens, he can instantly come to Chen Gurong.

He turned off the lights while walking. When he arrived at the side room, there was already a smog behind him and as dark as ink.

Mu Zhe stopped and said lightly: "It's so late, is there anything wrong?"

On the jujube tree next to the side room, the jade suddenly appeared upside down, his hands were claw-shaped, and he said with a smile: "Are you scared?"

Mu Zhe glanced at him: "Childish."

Qingyu jumped down from the tree with a smile and said, "I thought you were going to stay in the Holy Lord's room today."

Mu Zui scolded him: "Don't talk nonsense - isn't the Chanwei Conference over? Why are you still here?"

"The demon clan hasn't left yet." Qingyu said, "I heard that the demon lord wanted to wait for the Holy Lord to wake up and ask him to remove the Xuemanzhuang's contract, so he would have to stay for a few more days."

Mu Eli didn't say anything, and pushed open the door and walked into the room. He bounced his fingers and a cluster of flames suddenly lit up on the table, illuminating the huge room.

Qingyu swayed in with his hands in his arms and said, "You think, these people are obviously coming for the artifact. Everyone knows the demon lord's wolf ambition, so how could he let him take over the artifact alone? Naturally, they all found reasons to stay."

Mu Zhe paused: "Do you know about the artifact?"

Qingyu smiled and said, "This is known to everyone in the three realms."

Mu Zhe lowered his eyes slightly, covering the chill in his eyes: "Yes."

Qingyu didn't treat herself as an outsider, and sat in a casual manner on the chair, swaying around with her legs raised, and suddenly she said casually as if she was chatting: "Mu Zhe, do you think I am the demon lord, how good?"

Mu Zhe suddenly looked up.

Qingyu's eyes were full of unconcealed smiles, and her bright lips curled up, as if she was just talking casually. When Mu Zhe saw him, he blinked his eyes slightly, feeling a sense of uncontrollable casualness.

Mu Zhe said quietly: "Do you know what nonsense you are talking about?"

"Is this nonsense?" Qingyu still smiled, "The place where the demon clan is located is Taozhou Daze. It was the place where my fox clan was thousands of years ago. It is natural for me to take it back."

Mu Ze said coldly: "Your cultivation is not as good as the demon lord, and the phoenix is ​​known as the immortal bird. You and him will use eggs to hit the stone."

In the blink of an eye, the fox's charming aura was so attractive: "So, I want you to help me."

Mu Zhe was unmoved: "Where did you get the confidence? I think I will help someone who has nothing to do with me?"

Qingyu supported her jaw and looked at Mu Zhe lazily. He was laughing at all times, as if he was sincere, but in Mu Zhe's opinion, the fox smiled more about calculating and tying tricks with needles on his tongue.

"Is it unrelated...?" Qingyu didn't feel hurt either. He raised his hand and dipped it in the cold tea in the cup, gently drew a circle on the sandalwood table, and said casually, "Mu Zhe, why do you think this micro conference will be held on Liren Peak?"

Mu Zhe's eyes flashed slightly: "Why?"

"Li Ren Peak once made an agreement with the demon clan that the Holy Lord must not go down the mountain within a hundred years."

Mu Zhe was stunned and frowned and said, "Because of the magical artifact?"

"It's not only because of the magical artifact," Qingyu said, "and because... the demon cultivator under the bone burial tomb of Liren Peak."

Mu Zhe's pupils shrank, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword tightly, and his joints were so hard that they turned slightly white.

That demon cultivator... was the culprit for the tragic death of Chen Fengxue in his previous life!

"That demon cultivator has done many evil deeds and has endangered the three realms for many years. According to legend, the Holy Lord has investigated him for fifty years before sealing him in the bone burial tomb and will never come out." Qingyu shrugged, "But the demon cultivator killed countless evils, and even thunder punishment failed to kill him. How could a mere barrier magic array be trapped?"

Mu Zhe's thoughts were turning quickly and he said coldly: "What do you mean is that the reason why the Bone Burial Tomb can suppress that demon cultivator is because my master is in Liren Peak?"

"Yes, your master even has his own sword in the Bone Burying Tomb." Qingyu nodded, "Once he left the Bone Burying Tomb for too long, the barrier will become looser. Later, the head of Liren Peak... Oh, your master, set up a world spirit monument, and relying on countless spirit stones to nourish your master, to allow your master to be free."

"Then what does this have to do with the century-old appointment of the demon clan?"

Qingyu glanced at him: "Why are you the same as Yu Xinghe? You don't have any brains."

Mu Ze drew his sword directly and said murderously: "You are the biggest insult to me."

Qingyu: "…"

Qingyu had no choice but to say, "Think about it, that demon cultivator has been pressed into the bone burial tomb for thirty years. Even if you are rich and wealthy, you can rival a country, and the spirit stones are not worth consuming like this."

The spirit stones under the Realm Spirit Monument are not just the thin layer seen on the surface, but the layers below almost spread to the bottom of the mountain, and they consume tens of thousands of spirit stones every day.

Once the spirit stone supplies are lost, the demon cultivator will escape from the bone burial tomb in a short time.

"Spiritual stone, to put it bluntly, it is spiritual power that can be formed." Qingyu said, "And in the Taozhou Daze, the most destined thing the demon clan lacks is the spiritual veins."

Mu Ze was stunned, then he seemed to figure something out: "So the demon lord used the Daze spiritual vein to make a deal with Nan Yangjun?"

"Yes, every ten years the demon clan will send a spiritual vein, and it will be aided by countless spirit stones to completely suppress the demon cultivator."

Mu Ze said again: "Where does that spirit stone come from?"

Qingyu began to glar at him again: "Ask me who I ask? You Liren Peak have always been so poor. I still want to know where those spirit stones came from? Do you have a spirit stone mine? It can last for so many years."

Mu Zhe: "Don't you know everything?"

Qingyu: "Who said I know everything?"

"How did you know these?"

"Do you care how I know?"

Mu Zhu: "..."

Why is this conversation so strange?

Qingyu probably really wanted to win him over, but finally confessed: "After I practiced the demonic image, I awakened the inheritance of the Nine-tailed Fox, and I have collected a lot of news after traveling around the world over the years."

Mu Ei frowned and didn't say anything.

Seeing that he still refused, Qingyu had to use his last killer move: "The demon master seems to have no intention of the magic weapon, but he has made many enemies in the Three Realms over the years. If others get it to deal with him, it will definitely be very difficult."

"So the demon lord has always been upholding the idea that 'Although I don't want it, others can't get it'. But now the Holy Lord is away from Ren Peak, and the people who know this in the Three Realms have already wanted to compete for the artifacts openly and secretly, and the demon lord doesn't want to make wedding clothes for others. If I'm not wrong, the demon lord will probably not send it to you again if the spiritual veins that will be once a decade next year."

Mu Zhe's eyes were deep.

Qingyu was not wrong. Put himself in his shoes and think about it. If he is the demon lord and Li Renfeng violated the agreement first, he would no longer have to try his best to prevent the artifact from being taken away by others. It would be better to cut off the spiritual power supply of the Realm Spirit Monument.

Since Chen Fengxue is so resentful to the demon cultivator who buried the bone tomb, he may also use his body to the bone tomb to suppress the demon cultivator for life.

It is better to put a magic weapon in a cage that no one can touch than to give him freedom to walk around.

"Is that good?" Qingyu was beating hard, "Is it OK? Can it be done?"

Mu Zhe was so annoyed by him that his thoughts were broken: "Shut up, let me think about it carefully."

Qingyu stopped talking immediately and held her chin and looked at Mu Zhe seriously.

After a while, the candlelight on the table gradually dimmed.

Suddenly, a flame suddenly burst into flames, reflecting half of the bright and half of the dark side faces of the two.

Then the fire leaped and completely extinguished.

In the dark darkness, Qingyu slowly opened the fox eyes that were lit up with a glimmer of light, with her vertical pupils and evil spirits.

"how?"

Mu Ze's voice was as jade as ice: "What benefits can you give me?"

Qingyu exhaled gently and said with a low smile: "Spiritual vein."

"That will allow your master to be free for a lifetime..."

"Daze Spirit Vein."

Mu Ze seemed to laugh, and in the darkness, he gently tapped the table, his tone was calm.

"make a deal."

***

Chen Gurong didn't even remember when he fell asleep. It was the second day when he woke up again.

As soon as he got up, there was a sound of footsteps outside.

The blind people have a serious sense of security and are extremely frightened. They can be scared even if they make a little noise. Mu Zhe, dressed in blue, walked up and gently buckled the door, then said, "Master, the head teacher said that you will go to Changying Mountain Convention Hall after you wake up."

Chen Gurong was whispering and whispering, while raising his hand to lift his hair. He paused and woke up a little.

"Convention Hall? Did you say anything?"

Mu Ze said: "The demon lord is there, it should be for you and Xue Manzhuang to resolve the marriage."

Chen Gurong almost forgot about this, so he had to nod his head vaguely: "Okay, I understand."

Mu Zhe came over and skillfully dressed and tied him. Chen Gu Rong took him to serve him in a daze. But at this time, he was no different from a real blind man. He could tie two of the three straps in a wrong way. And he would not lose face on Li Renfeng later on when he went to an important occasion, so he had to let Mu Zhe take care of him.

While tying Chen Gurong's waist seal, Mu Ze unfolded his bamboo-patterned waist seal, gently spread his hands and walked around Chen Gurong's waist. He almost hugged Chen Gurong in his arms, and put them very close.

Chen Gurong was extremely sleepy, surrounded by a warm breath, and his waist softened and instinctively laid his chin on Mu Zui's shoulders.

Mu Zhe's whole body was stiff.

Soon, Chen Gurong also came to his senses, pretended that nothing had happened, and said vaguely: "Don't forget to bring the chalcedony to me."

Mu Zui woke up from his dream, so he quickly tied his waist seal and put the chalcedony on his face. Then he held Chen Gurong's arm and led him to walk around Fan Jiangju.
To be continued...