Meng Xueqing closed her eyes tightly, but her body tightly covered Mo Zhi, just waiting to receive this powerful palm.

When they were fighting, she had already felt that her skills were much inferior to the man in front of her. However, when she saw Mo Zhi trapped in the enemy's hands, she was not distracted and sacrificed her life to save him. She wanted to block the iron palm with her body. Only then did Shen Muchuan come out. The palms were heavy and the palm winds were horizontal. In the eyes of outsiders, they looked very powerful. Meng Xueqing was in the middle of life and death, but she suddenly felt calm and thought lightly: "He sacrificed his life to save me before, and I will repay him with my life today. No regrets at all!”

But after a while, the wind gradually sounded gentle in her ears, and there was no hint of chill. She slowly opened her eyes, and saw Mo Zhi's eyes were slightly moist, staring at her with an indescribable emotion. Touched and tender, their eyes met at the moment. Meng Xueqing's face turned pink, which was so lovely. Then she remembered to turn around and saw Shen Muchuan leaning on the boulder, looking at her with a half-smile.

"You...who are you!"

Meng Xueqing stood up, still not forgetting to protect Mo Zhi, but after all, she was young and frail, and there was a bit of timidity in her words, but her eyes were firm and shimmering, and there was no hint of hesitation.

Shen Muchuan couldn't help laughing when he saw it, and said, "Boy Mo, you are really good at winning girls' hearts. You are much better than me at this point!"

When Meng Xueqing heard that his laughter was free and clear at this moment, which was definitely not the same as before, she knew that the man in front of her must have been deliberately teasing her. If she extrapolated this, the man in front of her might not be an opponent. She was not angry at the moment, but happy. Having the upper hand, she asked tentatively: "Your Excellency...are you a good person?"

"Good guy?"

Shen Muchuan was stunned by her question. He raised his head and said to himself: "This is the first time someone asked me this... Let's put it this way, are you a good person... No, But I am not your enemy either."

When Meng Xueqing heard this, she immediately frowned and said, "In that case, uncle, why do you want to seal Brother Mo's acupuncture points?"

Shen Muchuan then remembered that Mo Zhi was still paralyzed on the ground. He screamed, ran to his side, and untied Mo Zhi's acupoints with a finger.

Mo Zhi rolled his eyes at him, moved his shoulders, and said with a wry smile: "You almost stabbed me to death with one finger. Uncle Muchuan, you were very harsh."

Hearing this, a trace of curiosity seemed to flash in Meng Xueqing's eyes, and she looked Shen Muchuan up and down, and then asked in a low voice: "This uncle... Oh no, hero, could it be that he was the one back then?" 'White-robed madman' Shen Muchuan?"

While moving his sore shoulders, Mo Zhi said: "Yes, yes, it's him. How could anyone else have stopped me right away."

Shen Muchuan's face was full of color and he smiled without saying a word.

However, Meng Xueqing suddenly ran to her side and circled around Shen Muchuan several times, as if observing some strange object. She looked up and down. Shen Muchuan felt uncomfortable when he looked at her and said, "Little girl, what are you looking at? "

Meng Xueqing looked at it for a long time, holding her chin up as if she were mature and thinking carefully, then shook her head and said: "This is impossible, dad and senior brother have said that Master Shen is elegant in white, handsome and elegant, and he is a peerless and elegant young swordsman... ...Shouldn't look like an uncle..."

After hearing this, Mo Zhi couldn't help but laugh out loud. He glanced at Shen Muchuan's livid face for a moment, and for a moment he looked very gloating, as if he was saying, "I want you to tap my acupuncture points, and finally you will get retribution for your misfortune." Shen Muchuan's face was extremely ugly, and he said viciously: "When your father and your senior brother saw me last time, I was naturally a young man in white. But now we have not seen each other for more than ten years. I am older, what's the problem? Well, aren't your father and your senior brother old?"

Meng Xueqing thought for a moment, then nodded and said with a smile: "It's true, dad's beard has turned gray over the years, but Master Shen, you are much older than them."

A new round of laughter came from Mo Zhi's ears.

Shen Muchuan glanced at Mo Zhi helplessly and said, "What I said is indeed true. The girls around you are so reckless."

Mo Zhi laughed so hard that tears flowed down his face. At this moment, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said intermittently: "I laughed to death, Uncle Muchuan, how did you know about the inheritance of Sister Xueqing's sect?"

Shen Muchuan glanced at the ground and said: "This sword is the Hanye Valley sect's divine edge 'Snow-Flowing Sword'. The Hanye Valley sect's 'Drinking Ice-Flowing Snow Double Sword' is a sharp weapon that has not been passed down through the ages. The Ice Sword is reserved for men, but the Snow Sword is used by women. Only the daughter of Master Meng Yuanqiu has the qualification to practice this divine sword. Why is it so hard to guess?"

After that, he walked to the Fuxue Sword, stepped on it with one foot, and the long sword flew up. Shen Muchuan took it in his hand, turned around and respectfully handed the Fuxue Sword back to Meng Xueqing's hand.

Mo Zhi saw Shen Muchuan bowing and saluting, showing great respect for the Snow Sword. Recalling his wild and wanton appearance in the past, his attitude was very different now. He was about to ask a question when he heard a burst of loud shouting. It came from the air, like thunder rolling.

"Miss Qing, are you here!"

Meng Xueqing smiled slightly and said: "This is my sword elder. Mr. Shen, since it's been many years, please..."

Shen Muchuan shook his head and said: "When I was competing in martial arts, I was young and ignorant, chasing victory, and accidentally...injured Senior Brother Zong. Senior Jian Beiyuan would definitely not want to see me."

After hearing this, Meng Xueqing was stunned and said, "No way. When my father and senior brother mentioned you, Master Shen, they both said that you have excellent swordsmanship and a free and easy manner. They never said anything else."

Shen Muchuan opened his mouth and was waiting to say more, but suddenly he felt a hand pat on his shoulder. When Meng Xueqing saw the visitor, she immediately said happily: "Elder brother, you are here!"

Shen Muchuan's heart was shocked, and when he looked back, he saw the person coming with a smile on his face and an awe-inspiring look. It was Zong Zhengqing, whom he hadn't seen for many years. Zong Zhengqing's color remained the same, and his robes stood upright, as if he was still the same as before. He was indifferent He smiled and said, "Senior Brother Shen, I haven't seen you for many years."

"Miss Qing, are you in the woods?"

Jian Beiyuan shouted loudly again.

In the thatched hut, Jian Beiyuan laughed boldly, grabbed the wine cup, drank it all, and said loudly: "Shen Muchuan, thanks to you being so carefree back then, why do you still think that we Hanye Valley are all here? A narrow-minded guy? There is a risk of injury in martial arts and gambling. I had a great time watching the battle between the two of you back then. As for Zhengqing's defeat in half a move later, it was not because of your deception but a sneak attack. It was because of the sword. Take a quick step, what do you have to apologize for?"

Zong Zhengqing also nodded and said: "Uncle Jian is absolutely right. Senior Brother Shen should not take the old things to heart. If I hold grudges because of a sword difference, it will really disgrace our Hanye Valley's reputation."

Shen Muchuan raised his wine cup and said, "Back then, my thoughts were wild, but fortunately you two are so generous. Muchuan Minggan."

After saying that, he raised his head and drank the whole drink.

Jian Beiyuan was so drunk that he had a face as red as a fruit. He crookedly walked to Shen Muchuan and said in a low voice: "Shen Muchuan, you only taught Mo Zhi the twelfth sword technique, right? You were obviously the first one back then. I defeated Zheng Qing with the Thirteen Moves Sword Technique, why don’t I teach him now? It’s such a pity to have such sharp sword moves.”

Shen Muchuan recalled the old days, full of regrets, and then said: "My thirteenth sword back then was a move created by me in an effort to win quickly and with boundless arrogance. When I used it, my mind was already confused. That's it. I accidentally stabbed Senior Brother Zong in the heart. After that, I had a deep discussion about the sword with Lord Meng Gu. After that, I decided that no matter how powerful this sword was, I would never use it again. Why did the Thirteenth Sword Technique come about? I haven't come to a conclusion yet, so I drank the thirteen swords, and now I can only teach the first twelve swords."

After that, he gently patted Mo Zhi on the shoulder and said: "Boy Mo, it's not that I don't want to teach you the last move, but that even I haven't figured out what this last sword means. , maybe you can find the answer for me one day."

Mo Zhi heard something strange in his words, so he asked tentatively: "Now that Uncle Muchuan is here, how about we travel around together and slowly search for the thirteenth sword technique?"

Shen Muchuan smiled and said nothing, but there was a hint of loneliness and desolation in his eyes.

The afternoon was warm, and a burst of warm orange light spread softly from the branches and leaves. In the last few rays of summer light, Shen Muchuan and Zong Zhengqing stood on the top of the mountain, looking side by side as they walked in the forest. Mo Zhi and Meng Xueqing.

Zong Zhengqing said: "You haven't finished speaking just now. If you have anything else to ask for, just say it."

Shen Muchuan scratched his head, with a look of helplessness on his face, and said: "You are still considerate, I really have something to ask you, or in other words, I have something to ask for from Hanye Valley."

"Oh?" Zong Zhengqing smiled slightly and said, "You have always disliked asking for help. With your current ability, you still ask for help from my sect. What a big deal it is?"

Shen Muchuan looked at Mo Zhi and said calmly: "Boy Mo has three mysteries, and his destiny is unknown. I can't explain it. There is only one legendary miracle in the world, or there is a solution."

Zong Zhengqing seemed to feel something, and said: "The auras in Shaoxia Mo's body are chaotic and mixed, like horns, and the yin and yang pulses are in conflict. This predicament requires extremely hot earth veins in a very cold place to have the possibility of cure, and this kind of In this strange land, only Liufang Cliff in Hanye Valley has such a place."

Shen Muchuan looked solemn, bowed deeply to Zong Zhengqing, and said: "I hope that Senior Brother Zong will take Mo Xiaozi to save Miss Xue Qing after he sacrificed his life, and take Mo Xiaozi to the north to save him."

Zong Zhengqing looked troubled and said: "Young Master Mo is a generous and righteous man, and now he is my benefactor of Hanye Valley, but Liufang Cliff is a forbidden area in our sect. No one but the owner of the valley can enter. Since the death of my master's wife, the body has also been buried there. In the meantime, I'm afraid I won't be able to agree to this matter alone, but don't worry, I will try my best to ask Master."

Shen Muchuan laughed and said, "With your words, I feel at ease and I can walk steadily."

Zong Zhengqing was slightly surprised when he heard this and said: "Where are you going? Young Master Mo is going north, why don't you go?"

Shen Muchuan shook his head and said, "I'm going to the northwest, and I'll leave Mr. Mo to Brother Zong. Don't treat my apprentice badly."

Zong Zhengqing frowned and said: "The devil is rampant in the northwest now, what are you going to investigate?"
Chapter completed!