June.

It rained heavily in Danzhou, the plains and fields were wide, the mist and rain were hazy, and a river blocked Zhongzhou.

Storm, thunder and lightning.

In front of the thatched hut, Mo Wanyun watched the sword in the wind, listening to the rain.

Gu Yusheng was standing in the rain, waving the sword in his hand, and the sword energy flowed across the river.

Mo Wanyun looked at Gu Yusheng in a daze, but she didn't stop her. She just slowly boiled a pot of tea and waited silently.

Resting on the bookcase on the shelf of the hut, there was a sword box full of cracks lying across it.

Baoping poked his little head out of the bookcase, poked Mo Wanyun's arm gently with his hand, and said in a weak voice: "Miss Mo, please give some advice to my young master, it's been how many days."

Mo Wanyun shook his head gently.

"Your young master will be fine soon."

Baoping flattened his mouth.

"You don't know how to love me either."

Mo Wanyun smiled softly and did not defend himself.

After a while.

Gu Yusheng returned from sword practice in the storm.

Clothes soaked.

Mo Wanyun poured another bowl of hot tea and handed it to Gu Yusheng's hand.

Gu Yusheng held the hot tea and took a sip. His eyes fell on Mo Wanyun and saw that the hem of her skirt was soaked by the splashing rain. The hand holding the tea was slightly cold. Gu Yusheng put down the tea cup and raised his hand.

Using pure spiritual power, he drove away the rain from both of them, and their eyes became bright again.

"Wanyun, I won't practice sword practice in the rain from now on."

Gu Yusheng took Mo Wanyun's wrist and walked into the hut.

"When the rain stops, we will go to Jingting Mountain."

Mo Wanyun nodded, and a moving smile appeared on his face.

"Yu Sheng, don't wait for the rain to stop, let's set out now."

"It's raining outside..."

"It's better this way, isn't it?"

Mo Wanyun moved his hand and held an umbrella in his palm.

Gu Yusheng carried the bookcase, took the umbrella, and held it on Mo Wanyun's head.

On the ancient road shrouded in mist and rain.

The two of them walked with umbrellas under their umbrellas, and the rain pattered loudly.

Baoping held her hands on the side of the bookcase and watched the rainwater become a thread hanging from the umbrella. She secretly stretched out her hand to test the feeling of the rain. She hurriedly pulled her hand back and looked at the old cow who was following the rain behind her. She flattened

He opened his mouth, crossed his arms, and said angrily: "Huh, I don't understand."

The White Jade Sword Spirit Xiao Xue is a bit aloof and taciturn, but she still likes to be with Baoping. She leaned close to Baoping's ear and whispered: "They once got caught in the snow together. Maybe there is something wrong with their heads. What's so weird about being caught in the rain?"

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Baoping's eyes widened.

He hurriedly shrank into the book box and rummaged through the vast space of the book box for one book after another, with a nervous look on his face.

Xiao Xue looked on with cold eyes: "Stop looking for it. The antidote for the disease of the young master and young lady can only be found in the world of mortals, not in books."

Baoping heard the words.

With a loud cry, a peach blossom tear fell on the picture of carrying a sword.

next moment.

A burst of spiritual light appeared on the back of the sword, sucking Baoping and Xiao Xue into it.

A boy and a girl walking in the rain will naturally not care about two swords making a fuss in a bookcase.

The mist, rain and scenery along the way.

The two of them held an umbrella and looked at the mountains and rivers, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers.

When the rain stops.

Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun have arrived at the foot of Jingting Mountain.

The end of the deep sea of ​​clouds and fog.

Jingting Mountain is like two people watching each other and loving each other. They turn into stone mountains and watch each other.

From summer to autumn.

The sunset sheds colorful light from the sea of ​​clouds.

Gu Yusheng and Mo Wanyun stood in front of the road leading to the mountain, looking at each other.

"This is Jingting Mountain."

Mo Wanyun lifted her green hair from her temples and pointed to the mountainside in the distance, where the green mountains were towering and filled with clouds and mist.

"The mountain gate of the Holy Court is right there."

Gu Yusheng nodded.

It turns out that not only Qingping Mountain is very high, but Jingting Mountain is also very high.

At this moment.

Above the sea of ​​clouds, there were nearly a hundred figures coming in spirit boats.

When the spirit boat approached the foot of the mountain.

Dozens of figures flew down from the spirit boat, and their powerful aura shook away the mist in the sea of ​​clouds.

these people.

Most of them are disciples of the Holy Academy who are around the seventh realm. Most of the book boys behind these disciples are in the fifth or sixth realm.

The momentum is huge.

In formation and formation.

not only that.

The edicts, academic officials, chiefs of the Holy Academy and above the eighth realm, as well as the directors of the two palaces, two pavilions, and four palaces, etc., also came one after another.

The Grand Master Wei Zhong came on tiptoe. He first took a look at Mo Wanyun, and then his eyes fell on Gu Yusheng. When he saw the book box Gu Yusheng was carrying, his eyes became extremely deep.

"Young man from Qingpingzhou, is your name Gu Yusheng?"

Gu Yusheng raised his head.

The scene before him was the largest battle he had ever seen in his life. The power and mystery of the Holy Court had only existed in legends.

Now, Gu Yusheng finally experienced with his own hands that the cultivation of these people was indeed advanced, and the sense of oppression created from top to bottom was very strong.

But when Gu Yusheng saw such a battle, he longed for it and felt that the holy courtyard and the Jingting Mountain in front of him were somewhat sacred. In his opinion, they were not as tall as the legend said.

He didn't like to be stared at condescendingly by others. The contemptuous look and the eyes that looked down on all living beings around him made him feel that the Holy Court was nothing more than that.

He didn't care how high the mountain was or how sacred the holy courtyard was, but he did care about Miss Mo beside him.

"yes."

Gu Yusheng replied.

"Does Mo Daru put anything somewhere for you?"

"yes."

Gu Yusheng still answered simply.

"give it to me."

Wei Zhong stretched out his hand.

He didn't even want to take a step forward.

Gu Yusheng said calmly: "Can Senior Mo be in the Holy Courtyard?"

"Why, you don't trust me? I am the Grand Priest of the Holy Academy, and Wei Zhong is my name. You should have heard of it."

Wei Zhong narrowed his eyes.

Gu Yusheng cupped his hands and said: "I'm sorry, Qingping Prefecture is a small place, and many people's names cannot be spread to Qingping Prefecture. I am entrusted by others and want to be loyal to others. I still hope to meet Senior Mo in person."

A smile appeared on Wei Zhong's face.

Mo Wanyun stood beside Gu Yusheng and said, "Excuse me, Great Master, has my grandfather returned from the City of Ten Thousand Demons?"
To be continued...