When he returned to Wuhui Palace, Mo Ju sent more than a dozen people to guard Duanmu Huichun's room.

Duanmu Huichunyuan didn't want to mobilize such a group of people, but he couldn't bear to let down his good intentions, so he let them insert them around the doors and windows like flagpoles, reflecting rows of shadows.

I thought that after working hard for several months and finally returning to the familiar environment, he would be able to take off his burden and sleep beautifully, but after tossing and turning in the bed for two hours, watching the rows of shadows gradually blurred into the darkness due to the sky, Duanmu Huichun had to admit that even though the bed was full of familiar breath, he still had insomnia.

The long night is very quiet.

A clear moon hangs in the air, and the bright moon shines the faint starlight around them.

Duanmu Huichun stood on the corner of the corridor protruding from the cliff of Wuhui Palace.

The moon here is similar but not the moon at Jueying Peak.

The moon on Jueying Peak is big and bright, as if it is reachable. The moon on Jueying Peak is clear and empty, and there is always a distance that is beyond reach.

The familiar sound of footsteps came from behind, followed by the sound of flutes.

The night is cool, the moon is cool, and the sound of the flute is even more desolate.

The heavy and soothing music sounds are like hooks made of clouds and mist, gently arousing the deepest and darkest emotions hidden deep in one's heart.

Flashes of wind blow after wave, and then go away.

The music is sent to the wider and more distant world with the wind.

One song is over.

The wind has not stopped.

Feng Gudao said: "If I am in a bad mood, I will play this song."

Duanmu Huichun said, "It sounds very nice, I don't know what the song is?"

Feng Gudao said: "After I learned to play the flute at the age of thirteen, the song I wrote myself is unknown."

Duanmu Huichun turned his head and looked at him, smiled slightly and said, "If you have any intention, why not be nameless?"

Feng Gudao smiled and said, "No. If you are interested, all kinds of fame and fortune in the world are filled with dust."

Duanmu Huichun heard something strange in his laughter, so she didn't touch it.

Feng Gudao said: "Do you want to rebuild Qixia Villa?"

Duanmu Huichun was shocked and asked, "Why do you ask?"

Feng Gudao said: "You are not worried about the family business heirlooms?"

Duanmu Huichun was silent for a long time, and then said: "I have never forgotten it. But what if I rebuilt Qixia Villa? People who have rebuilt the villa but cannot return to the villa, and even more, they cannot return to the villa."

Feng Gudao said: "Maybe, after you rebuild the villa, people and time will be slowly recovered."

Duanmu Huichun turned around, looked at him calmly for a while, then frowned and said, "Ming Zun wants me to leave the Demon Sect?"

Feng Gudao said: "Of course not. I just don't want you to be depressed all day long. Besides, even if you rebuild Qixia Villa, you are still the elder of my Demon Cult."

Duanmu lowered his eyes after returning to spring, and sighed for a long time, "I have already built a villa in my heart."

Feng Gudao said: "Oh? In this way, it is not Qixia Villa that makes you frown?"

Duanmu Huichun and Feng Gudao have been together for a long time. Knowing that he was just to make a cliché, he turned aside and said: "Although the Holy Moon Sect has withdrawn from the Central Plains, the severe damage left before cannot be cured every day. The Demon Sect Sutra has caused great energy to be damaged. If you want to cultivate and nourish yourself for a while, I am afraid that Bai Dao will take advantage of the situation."

Feng Gudao said: "This is something we must be worried about. Unfortunately, the leader of Sect Ji, Yuan Aoce and the members of the Huihuang Sect went to the Turks together. Otherwise, if they were in charge, Bai Dao would not cause any storm."

Duanmu Huichun was just talking casually, but after hearing Feng Gudao's response, he was really worried, "Isn't Taoist Lingyun still in charge of Wudang?" He was shocked at first when Taoist Lingyun was the elder of the Demon Sect, but after thinking about it, he felt that Taoist Lingyun was incredible to take care of Ji Wudi in all kinds of care, thinking that he was a spy from the Lan Yan League. Now, it was for Yuan Aoce's sake. Moreover, after joining the Demon Sect, he had Wudang Palm ^56 Library, and Duanmu Huichun felt very grateful.

Feng Gudao said: "Dao Lingyun is old. In recent years, the younger disciples of Wudang have traveled around the world. I am afraid that in a few years, it will be time for the next wave to push the previous wave. Even in recent years, Taoist Lingyun has contacted less and less academic affairs."

Duanmu Huichun said: "Jiuhua School Fan Jijing also had some friendship with us."

Feng Gudao said: "Fan Jijing's ambition should not be underestimated, and his scheming is unfathomable. For friends and enemies, you must keep your hands."

Duanmu Huichun remembered Fan Jijing's everything back then, and then afterwards, he secretly broke out in his heart. "What about Qingcheng? Cheng Chengcheng and I are old friends. If there is any possibility, maybe he can support one or two."

Feng Gudao said: "Although Cheng Chengcheng is the chief disciple of Qingcheng, the Qingcheng Sect is not a one-man show. Cheng Chengcheng is not as brave as Fan Jijing, has no scheming as Ji Wudi, and has no martial arts skills as Lu Qingyi. Although he is good at dancing, he is never a leader."

Duanmu Huichun nodded and thought for a while, saying, "In this way, everyone in Baidao is not worth worrying about?" In his opinion, Fan Jijing, Cheng Chengcheng and others are already outstanding figures in Baidao martial arts world. Apart from them, no one in Baidao is worth worrying about.

Feng Gudao was slightly stunned, but Duanmu Huichun thought about it again. However, he was always eloquent and quickly said: "Ants can still shake trees. If Bai Dao and others work together to form a hemp rope, they have to be wary of it. Their selection of the leader of the martial arts world and the competition outside Kaifeng City was a lesson."

Duanmu Huichun said: "Ming Zun is prepared for danger in peace, and he is indeed far-sighted."

Feng Gudao sighed and said, "I just said it casually. How can things in the world be as satisfactory as possible?"

Duanmu Huichun nodded and said yes.

"However," Feng Gudao changed his tone and said, "Because there are too many unsatisfactory things in the world, we should do our best to achieve our wishes."

Duanmu Huichun was stunned.

Feng Gudao whispered: "I was born in the past and I often regretted it. Even if I get reunion today, it will hurt him and I will regret it for life."

Feng Gudao said that he would stay for three days, but he would only stay for three days before he hurried down the mountain.

Before leaving, he quietly shouted Jia Xiang aside and gave some advice.

Jia Xiang said in confusion: "Why should I let someone go to the mountain alone? Does Mingzun know that someone is coming to the mountain to make trouble?"

Feng Gudao smiled indifferently and said, "I'm just guessing. If there is, you can let it go. If there is no, you should pretend that there is no such thing and you are not allowed to mention it in the future."

Jia Xiang has always followed Feng Gudao's orders. Although he was full of doubts, he still agreed.

After sending Feng Gudao down the mountain, he often patrols himself.

The so-called God rewards you for your attention day and night, but he really discovered something unusual.

He has always controlled his defenses, and he can recognize all the scholars who are secretly whistling on the open and secretly whistle, and call them Minglai. But that day, he caught a strange back. Even though he was wearing the same clothes, his aura could not be concealed.

Jia Xiang saw his pace and knew that he was a top master. Could this person be the one who went up the mountain alone as Ming Zun said? However, he did not know the person's identity and background, nor did he know the purpose of his trip. If he let him go rashly, if he was an assassin or a meticulous work, wouldn't he have to cause a big disaster?

He hesitated in his heart. Ming Zun and Dark Zun were not on the mountain, leaving only three elders. After thinking about it, he could only ask Duanmu Huichun to come over to discuss and discuss. After all, Ming Zun said that if there was no such thing, it would be considered as if there was no such thing, but now it is obvious that there is no such thing, so he naturally has to deal with it as if there is such a thing.

While sending people to invite Duanmu to rejuvenate, he seemed to take people casually to sit down by the secret whistle where the man was, chatting with those Minggang.

After a while, he calculated that Duanmu's recovery time was almost time to come, so he stood up leisurely and greeted the way he came.

Duanmu Huichun heard that there was something urgent that was 100,000, and thought Feng Gudao's previous guess was true, so he hurried down. He used his light skills all the way, which was one step ahead of Jia Xiang's expectation. Therefore, before Jia Xiang could get away from the dark whistle's sight, Duanmu Huichun rushed out and said, "What happened?"

Jia Xiang was about to pull him to speak, but a gust of wind blew across his back. He had a backhand, but was gently pushed away. Then he saw the strange back holding Duanmu Huichun tightly, and a satisfied muttering sound came out, "Kiss, I miss you so much."

"This..." Jia Xiang was confused.

When he returned to Wuhui Palace, Mo Ju sent more than a dozen people to guard Duanmu Huichun's room.

Duanmu Huichunyuan didn't want to mobilize such a group of people, but he couldn't bear to let down his good intentions, so he let them insert them around the doors and windows like flagpoles, reflecting rows of shadows.

I thought that after working hard for several months and finally returning to the familiar environment, he would be able to take off his burden and sleep beautifully, but after tossing and turning in the bed for two hours, watching the rows of shadows gradually blurred into the darkness due to the sky, Duanmu Huichun had to admit that even though the bed was full of familiar breath, he still had insomnia.

The long night is very quiet.

A clear moon hangs in the air, and the bright moon shines the faint starlight around them.

Duanmu Huichun stood on the corner of the corridor protruding from the cliff of Wuhui Palace.

The moon here is similar but not the moon at Jueying Peak.

The moon on Jueying Peak is big and bright, as if it is reachable. The moon on Jueying Peak is clear and empty, and there is always a distance that is beyond reach.

The familiar sound of footsteps came from behind, followed by the sound of flutes.

The night is cool, the moon is cool, and the sound of the flute is even more desolate.

The heavy and soothing music sounds are like hooks made of clouds and mist, gently arousing the deepest and darkest emotions hidden deep in one's heart.

Flashes of wind blow after wave, and then go away.

The music is sent to the wider and more distant world with the wind.

One song is over.

The wind has not stopped.

Feng Gudao said: "If I am in a bad mood, I will play this song."

Duanmu Huichun said, "It sounds very nice, I don't know what the song is?"

Feng Gudao said: "After I learned to play the flute at the age of thirteen, the song I wrote myself is unknown."

Duanmu Huichun turned his head and looked at him, smiled slightly and said, "If you have any intention, why not be nameless?"

Feng Gudao smiled and said, "No. If you are interested, all kinds of fame and fortune in the world are filled with dust."

Duanmu Huichun heard something strange in his laughter, so she didn't touch it.

Feng Gudao said: "Do you want to rebuild Qixia Villa?"

Duanmu Huichun was shocked and asked, "Why do you ask?"

Feng Gudao said: "You are not worried about the family business heirlooms?"

Duanmu Huichun was silent for a long time, and then said: "I have never forgotten it. But what if I rebuilt Qixia Villa? People who have rebuilt the villa but cannot return to the villa, and even more, they cannot return to the villa."

Feng Gudao said: "Maybe, after you rebuild the villa, people and time will be slowly recovered."

Duanmu Huichun turned around, looked at him calmly for a while, then frowned and said, "Ming Zun wants me to leave the Demon Sect?"
To be continued...