Chapter 21

When Mo Jun opened his eyes after meditation, it was already dusk.

"Dong Dong"

"Come in." Mo Jun got up and said.

"Squeak..."

The door was gently pushed open, and the butterfly dance came in in a green dress.

"Is the acupuncture point all right?" She asked gently, with a kind of softness.

Mo Jun smiled and said, "Okay, it took me a day and a night."

"It's your own fool." The butterfly dance scolded.

Mo Jun smiled. But he said in his heart: It seems that someone has done the same thing I did to my sister. The memory of butterfly dance has been modified. I don't know who would rather lose their life expectancy for her.

The butterfly dance sighed, looking like this man is hopeless.

The two sat down.

But seeing the helpless appearance of the butterfly dance, Mo Jun's heart jumped a lot more.

"I'm going back to Emei. Do you want to go on the road together?" The butterfly dance suddenly said.

Mo Jun blurted out, "Are you going back so soon?"

A red cloud flew on the butterfly dance's face and said, "Well, this time I went out for the repair of the Qingmang sword. I haven't met the requirements of the casual entry school."

Mo Jun thought for a while and said, "You are pregnant. This time the Overlord Villa has suffered a loss. I don't think those leaders will be pursued, but it is inevitable that his subordinates will be rampant. I will go on the road with you."

The butterfly dance gave a gentle "um".

Mo Jun sent a message to Mumu and Linghua, who were offline, and then checked out with Butterfly Dance and set off for Emei. During this period, Linghua resigned back from the letter, saying that she would immediately close the gate to understand the evil swordsmanship and would not contact him in the near future. Mo Jun replied to cheer up and ended the message.

The two fell in love with each other, and as they walked, they talked more. Mo Jun was not humorous, but the two had a sense of confidants. Mo Jun's several clumsy jokes made the butterfly dance laugh. And several judgments of the butterfly dance also made Mo Jun admire him, and he deeply thought that this woman was a hero among women and was not inferior to his eyebrows.

The more they talked, the more speculative they became, and even missed the post station several times. Time slowly passed in the chat, and Mount Emei finally arrived in several twists and turns.

Guo Xiang met Yang Guo for the first time at the age of 16. From then on, he thought about it and searched for it. Until he was 40 years old, he realized that he founded one of the six sects today - the Emei School.

Guo Xiang has an apprentice, known as Feng Ling Shitai, to commemorate Feng Lingdu's first encounter with Yang Guo, but he became a monk but suffered for the common people. The encounters in the world are really mysterious. It is bitter or sweet, and whether it is the cause or the result. Who can say it clearly? Who can see through it?

Later, Feng Lingshi passed on the position of the head of the extermination master. Although Emei has only gone through three generations, it is comparable to Shaolin and Wudang, which is indeed a powerful sect.

Emei school martial arts, many yin and soft routines. After all, it is a women's school, and the method of masculinity is mostly not applicable. However, Guo Xiang is the grandson of the East Evil Yellow Pharmacist, known as the Little East Evil, and the Emei School martial arts has a three-point evil spirit.

Guo Xiang was the beloved daughter of the hero Guo Jing and Huang Rong couple, and the master had to recite the Jiuyang Zhenjing on his deathbed. After that, he wandered in the world and had countless opportunities. The Emei School of martial arts was refuted, and it was even rumored that the Jiuyin Zhenjing, the general outline of martial arts in the world was also in it. The Emei School is also a school with a lot of discussion in the player world, if it were not only female disciples. , the popularity of the Emei faction is estimated to surpass that of the Huashan faction.

"Have you learned the Emei Jiuyanggong?" Mo Jun suddenly asked.

At this time, the two were slowly walking from the post station at the foot of Mount Emei to Mount Emei.

Butter dance shook his head. When they met, they were a little familiar with it and said, "After learning Emei Jiuyanggong, I can go down the mountain at will. In addition to being able to accept the head to teach in person, there are also many restrictions. The biggest thing is that you can't go down the mountain at will unless you learn a unique learning."

"Oh, Jianghu Fengyun has done a good job in this regard." Mo Jun was suspected of talking to himself.

"In this aspect, what aspect?"

"Recontrains and balances."

" checks and balances?"

"Well, the chief undoubtedly has advantages than many people. The unique learning is in front of us, and there are some sect authority, and you can even read the classics of the sect. If you have a high understanding, you can even directly master the unique learning of one or more sects. Such a great advantage always requires some restrictions to check and balance." Mo Jundao.

Butterfly Dance nodded and said, "Yes, but it's boring for no one to be free. Sometimes when I watch my sisters go in and out, I'm like a caged bird."

Mo Jun smiled and said, "When you are bored, you can give me pigeons."

Bie Dance looked back at Mo Jun, who smiled at her, nodded and said, "Hmm!"

"Ouch!" The butterfly dance suddenly disappeared into Mo Jun's sight, accompanied by an exclamation.

Mo Jun's forehead shed a drop of sweat, dare to love this girl's natural attributes...

Mo Jun stopped and saw the butterfly dance face down and pounced on the ground...

Shaking his head helplessly, Mo Jun gently lifted the butterfly dance up, "Why did you fall again?"

"I accidentally made you laugh." Butterfly dance rubbed her broken elbow and said with a smile.

"Hmm..." Mo Jun suddenly couldn't help laughing and looked at the butterfly dance's face and smiled.

The butterfly dance saw Mo Jun smiling like this for the first time. Mo Jun smiled. There was a kind of handsomeness. This person's elegance was born with. Even such a smile could not hide the comforting elegance on his body. Butterfly Dance looked at him and forgot to ask him why he was laughing.

Mo Jun smiled and suddenly saw the stupid appearance of the butterfly dance. He couldn't help slowly reaching out and gently wiping away the dust on her face.

"Stupid girl, it's all stained with dust." Mo Jun said with a smile while wiping.

"Oh...hmm...thank you." At first, the butterfly dance was a little unresponsive, and then said in an astringent voice.

"Okay!" Mo Jun took his hand away, turned around and continued on his way.

"Hmm." Butterfly dance quietly lowered her head and smiled gently at the corners of her mouth. At this time, Mo Jun had urged her to go on the road.

The two walked on the road to Emei one after the other.

"What a beautiful girl, you're welcome!" After a short time, Mo Jun suddenly felt the strong wind behind him. When his mind turned, two cold forces hit the big vertebrae and the two acupuncture points of Lingtai. Now it is too late to avoid it. At present, Mo Jun raised his inner strength and took this strength with Jiuyang Zhenqi.

Mo Jun snorted and endured the pain of cold and poison entering the body. He turned back and moved. He was already in front of the butterfly dance.

"Who are you?" Mo Jundao.

The man smiled and said, "You have been in the palm of my mysterious god. The cold poison has entered the body, and your life will not be long!"

Mo Jun was shocked: What! The palm of the underworld! He quickly ran the true qi, and strangely, there was no discomfort in his body. Mo Jun was puzzled for a moment, and then relieved: what I learned was Jiuyang magic power, the internal power of pure to Yang, and the cold poison could not enter the body at all.

In fact, Mo Jun's current internal strength is not enough to deal with the Xuanming Palm, but the Xuanming Palm must be used by two people to exert its real power. Now only the deer stick in Xuanming's two elders, the power has been inferior. In addition, this palm has been released from the air, and the strength has been eliminated in the air. A lot of scattered, so that Mo Jun can be safe and sound.

"The palm of the underworld? Which one of the two elders of Xuanming are you? Mo Jun made a plan and secretly transported his internal force to turn his face green and pretend to be poisoned.

"The deer stick." The man said and slapped again.

Mo Jun secretly said that he was not good. He no longer pretended to be injured and fought back with one palm, intending to shake this blow.

Unexpectedly, the deer stick guest sneered slightly and turned his right palm around Mo Jun's single palm and hit Mo Jun's chest.

Mo Jun's eyes and hands are fast, his left palm is turned up, and his palm is outward, protecting the dove's tail hole in his chest.

How do you know that the deer stick's palm is refined, and his skills are even more profound? The most terrible thing is that his mind is so deep. His right hand turned his palm into a point and even points at Mo Jun's right wrist.

This really makes Mo Jun stunned. If the right hand Quchi acupuncture point is spotted, although it will not be hurt by the cold, the right hand will not be used in a short time. With the strength of the deer stick, Mo Jun, who has no right hand, can't compete with it at all. This move is extremely sinister, which is more sinister than hitting Mo Jun's dove tail hole, and it works faster and loss. Smaller.

However, Mo Jun was a master of Taijiquan and was well versed in the way to borrow power. At this time, he also let go. He saw his right palm with his wrist as the borrowing point, and his right palm rotated a small circle. He drew a Taiji map. His right arm deflected slightly and even avoided the finger of the deer stick like an electric point. And he took the opportunity to hold the right hand of the deer stick and gently pushed it along with the deer stick.

The deer stick suddenly felt a pulling force pulling him to Mo Jun's side and shouted in his heart: this boy was born with immortality. But I couldn't help falling over there.

But at least he is also a generation of masters. How can he make Mo Jun wish? Between the lightning and fire, the deer sticker leaned out with his left hand and hit Mo Jun with one palm along the force.

Mo Jun broke out in a cold sweat and felt the abnormal movement of the deer stick guest for a moment. Now he let go of the deer stick guest's right wrist and pushed out his palms like electricity.

The deer stick guest was shocked. This is obviously a jade-burning move. The deer stick guest naturally won't fight with him. The left palm and right hand quickly withdrew and protected the chest.

Mo Jun smiled, and the deer staff was deceived secretly.

Sure enough, Mo Jun drew a Taiji circle with both hands, secretly applied stickiness, pulled the deer's hands, and then rotated around.

The deer stick guest was tilted by Mo Jun's extreme softness and fell to the right. Fortunately, he was so powerful that he fell a thousand pounds and firmly fixed it on the ground.

This is exactly what Mo Jun wanted. Mo Jun turned the back of his hand and hit it out with inertia. At the same time, with ten hundredth of internal force, it hit the chest of the deer stick.

The deer stick guest stared roundly and was hit by Mo Jun. He sprayed blood on the spot, but after all, he was a master of a generation. He actually took advantage of Mo Jun's blow to escape back, and several ups and downs disappeared from Mo Jun's sight.

A drop of sweat flowed from Mo Jun's face, and then a mouthful of blood spewed out. Although he defeated the Luzhang guest this time, he spent a lot of effort and energy, and the last blow forcibly adjusted the true qi, and suffered a lot of internal injury.

Mo Jun exhaled. Although there were only a few short moves, this was actually the longest and most difficult battle Mo Jun had experienced.

The battle ended suddenly, and the butterfly dance had not yet reacted. Seeing Mo Jun spitting blood, he lost his voice and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Mo Jun shook his head and just wanted to say something, but he felt in a trance. His eyes darkened and he fainted.

Butterfly dance was shocked and hurriedly held his figure.

"Mo Jun! Mo Jun!"

The butterfly dance shouted anxiously, but Mo Jun closed his eyes in his arms. Unconsciously, her nose was slightly sore and tears came out of her eyes.

"Don't scare me!"