In Canglang Pavilion.

The old man with white hair picked up the purple clay teapot, slowly poured three cups of tea, picked up one cup by himself, and placed the remaining two cups in the direction opposite the door.

He raised his glass and signaled to the door. At this moment, the door was pushed open, and Chu Mu and Ming Yuexin walked into the door together.

"Master, your spiritual sense seems to have made progress again. You can actually notice the arrival of Xiaoxian and me so early." Seeing this, Chu Mu raised his eyebrows lightly and said as he walked.

He prepared the tea cup early, obviously he didn't realize it until Chu Mu and the others arrived at Canglang Pavilion, but he had already known it when they were close to a certain range.

Now that Shen Lang, whose skills have been sealed, can only rely on spiritual sensing to achieve this.

Shen Lang took a sip of tea, looked up at Chu Mu, and said lightly: "For the past thirty years, you, the disciple, have regarded your master as a whetstone. Why don't you treat you as a whetstone? It's not just you who have made great progress over the past thirty years."

Thirty years ago, Chu Mu defeated Shen Lang, but did not kill him. Instead, he cured him later, closed his internal strength and locked him in this Canglang Pavilion.

In fact, the Canglang Pavilion is not far from the Yangxin Palace. If you use light skills directly, you can fly over the eaves and walls in just a few breaths.

If Shen Lang breaks through the blockade, the fluctuations in the aura caused by him when he breaks the blockade will be noticed by Chu Mu immediately, and then Chu Mu will come in the first place as long as he is in this imperial city.

If Chu Mu leaves the imperial city and has not returned to the Yangxin Palace for a long time, Shen Lang in Canglang Pavilion will also notice the opportunity to take advantage of it, and may forcibly break the seal and leave.

The daily life of this pair of masters and apprentices is like this not far away, guarding each other through more than ten walls, and putting each other under house arrest.

Chu Mu put Shen Lang under house arrest in Canglang Pavilion. Why didn’t Shen Lang prevent Chu Mu from leaving the imperial city?

Chu Mu spent this in this way in the past thirty years. He used Shen Lang as the whetstone and diligently improved his spiritual realm little by little when the martial arts realm could no longer make much breakthrough.

Even every once in a while, Chu Mu would come to discuss with Shen Lang with his unique secrets from various sects in the world, and could also untie the other party's ban on skills and discuss with him.

After thirty years, Chu Mu gradually leveled Shen Lang's realm and even surpassed it.

"It's been thirty years, and I can no longer see your realm clearly. Your strength can be called the best in the world. No one can compare with your power and wealth. You have reached a height that is difficult for the world to reach. Why are you still unable to satisfy?" Shen Lang lowered his eyes.

The more he gets along with this apprentice, the more he feels that the other party is unable to satisfy himself. Even though he has reached the top, he is still not satisfied and is still pursuing a certain goal in pursuit.

Such ambition is shocking and heartbreaking.

A powerful person is like a huge rock. When this huge rock is smashed into the lake, the wind and waves it causes are not comparable to ordinary small stones.

Now, if Chu Mu, who is a country, does something crazy because of his goal, it will definitely cause a stir in the world again.

"Isn't my pursuit very obvious?" Chu Mu and Ming Yuexin sat down together, and said while drinking tea.

Others may also think that Chu Mu's behavior is for power, but Shen Lang, who had been under house arrest with Chu Mu for 30 years, knew that Chu Mu's pursuit was only martial arts.

However, Shen Lang also knew clearly that the warriors had almost reached the end when they reached their current realm.

The thinness of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth makes warriors unable to absorb enough spiritual energy, realize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and transform the internal energy into true energy. It is also very difficult to break through the state of mind and cannot increase life span.

Many of the wise men of hundreds of schools and masters of Taoism and Buddhism in history have been able to surpass the two of them in their state of mind, but they turned into a handful of loess within a hundred years.

As if he could see Shen Lang's doubts, Chu Mu gently dripped a little tea and slashed on the table, "There is only one I want from beginning to end-"

"kill."

As the word was revealed, a red light suddenly appeared on the desktop, and the font formed by the water stain turned red like blood. Shen Lang felt a flower in front of his eyes, and a sword shadow flashed, turning into a blood dragon and coming towards him.

At this moment, his pupils almost contracted into needle holes. If his skills were not blocked, he would have been alarmed by this murderous intent and had he fought back with all his strength.

But in the next moment, the red light of the blood dragon dissipated, everything seemed to be an illusion, and even the water stains on the table did not appear red at all.

However, Shen Lang's still sharp old eyes saw a subtle mark on the desktop - the word "kill" mark.

"You haven't used your internal force?" Shen Lang said.

"You should feel it." Chu Mu replied.

The answer is of course no. Shen Lang actually knew, but he still couldn't help asking.

But after confirming the answer, Shen Lang suddenly fell into a long silence.

After a while, he woke up as if he was in a dream and murmured: "This sword shouldn't exist."

He had already seen Chu Mu's expectations from the word "kill", and saw the flower that was about to bloom, a flower that brewed destruction and death.

The Death Sword is like a flower. Although the thirteen swords in front are powerful, they are just the roots of flowers. Although the thirteen swords in front are evolved from the essence of the thirteen swords in front, they are only branches and leaves. Only the fifteenth sword is a flower that integrates the essence of Chu Mu's life's sword art and fully exerts the power of the immortal sword intent.

Roots and branches and leaves are important, but flowers that cannot bloom are not considered flowers at all.

Only when the fifteenth sword comes out can Chu Mu expect the immortal sword spirit that he is trapped and formed, and it will be in the most perfect posture.

"Uncle Wang is almost eighty, he has no time or mood to wait any longer, and he can't help it."

Chu Mu said: "This time, he will gather all his strength to fight me to the death, but these are just futile. I naturally have a way to stop the idle people and let the qualified swordsman come to me and help me make this flower bloom."

"Why do you want to tell me, a prisoner?" Shen Lang asked.

"Tell you how to defeat me," Chu Mu smiled, "I want you to help me make this happen, because only this method can defeat me."

The fifteenth sword completely integrates the intent of the immortal sword, and there are signs of sword skills and spirituality. This sword is very controllable. Once used, it is very likely that it is not human-controlled swordsmanship, but sword skills control people.

Chu Mu now gives Shen Lang a choice, let him choose to help Chu Mu to help Chu Mu understand this sword, and then let Chu Mu be defeated by his swordsmanship.

"Think about it carefully, I think you will eventually choose this path, Master."

Chu Mu stood up and greeted Mingyuexin, who was a little confused, ready to leave, "Please wait and see how his apprentice crushed Uncle Wang's last hope."

After saying this, the two of them left directly, leaving Shen Lang sitting in a daze on the chair, staring at the moment of excavation.

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It was also the same night, Lu Xiaofeng walked towards the Yiqingyuan with six glittering ribbons.

When he received the ribbon today, he had an unknown premonition. When he left the palace, this premonition really came true.

Those people in the world outside the palace knew the meaning of the ribbons for some reason and came to Lu Xiaofeng one by one to see the qualifications to watch the battle.

However, Lu Xiaofeng is not a false reputation. He is born a troublesome spirit and encounters trouble wherever he goes, but he still lives well and lives to this day.

The reason for this is that he can not only cause trouble, but also handle trouble. Whether those who come to ask for ribbons use soft or hard, these six ribbons are still covered with Lu Xiaofeng.

Now, Lu Xiaofeng plans to find her old friend, Ouyang Qing, the courtesan of Yiqingyuan, and is preparing to sleep with her tonight.

However, just as he was about to arrive at Yiqingyuan, a black mule suddenly ran out of the alley next to the road, tickling to the center of the road, blocking Lu Xiaofeng.

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help looking into the alley, and saw a short and thin figure with a big head waved to him in the alley under the night.

"Uncle Turtle Grandson?" Lu Xiaofeng said in a strange way.

In Lu Xiaofeng's memory, the number one with such a figure is Mr. Guisun.

Mr. Guisun is a quirky drunkard, timid and afraid of trouble, and is called "Mr. Guisunzi". This is a person who has no ability, but he is the only spokesperson for the two well-informed old men, Dazhi Datong, so this cowardly Mr. Guisun is a guest of honor for many great people.

Lu Xiaofeng, who had friends all over the world, naturally had contact with Mr. Guisun. When he saw Mr. Guisun greeting him, he walked directly into the alley to meet him.

"Such a heavy smell of wine," Lu Xiaofeng covered her nose with a little discomfort, "How much wine did you drink?"

"The world is big in drunkenness, and the sun and the moon are long in the pot... hiccup," Mr. Guisun burped and murmured, "If I don't drink so much wine, I dare not come to you."

"What does it mean?" Lu Xiaofeng asked.

Mr. Guisun came over with a strong smell of wine and whispered in Lu Xiaofeng's ear: "Leaving the capital, no one in the capital can believe it, including your old lover, including......"

At this moment, a shadow flashed in the depths of the dark alley. Lu Xiaofeng, who was listening to Mr. Guisun's words, raised her hand without thinking, and used her unique skill "Lingxi Yi Finger" and a slight sound seemed to be heard in the darkness.

He clamped it.

Lingxi made contributions with one finger, and Lu Xiaofeng clamped a slender flying knife.

However, he only clamped the tail of the flying knife. One quarter of the flying knife penetrated into the back of Mr. Guisun's head. The attached knife aura rushed into Mr. Guisun's head and crushed his brain.

Mr. Turtle Sun, who was talking, raised his eyes and blood and white liquid flowed out of his nose, and slowly fell forward on Lu Xiaofeng.
Chapter completed!