Chapter 5 The Mysterious Mu Jiuling

"Zhao Mu, don't think you can get rid of me with a flying sword. Master Niu will spare your life today. If I see you meeting Jiao Ran again, don't blame me for being ruthless."

Niu Tie took the flying sword and left with his brothers.

It's not right to be soft-hearted after taking someone.

Zhao Mu looked at Niu Tie who was leaving, and a fierce look flashed in his eyes.

I'll let you jump around for a few days.

"Zhao Mu, why are you so cowardly!"

Suddenly, a clear and angry voice came.

Zhao Mu looked back and saw a pretty girl wearing a green skirt and looking very cute. She clenched her fists tightly and trotted over.

Why is it her...

The girl's name is Mu Jiuling. She looks petite and cute, but her mind is not simple.

Zhao Mu doesn't know much about her, but when he first came to Shengyuan Demon Sect, he was spotted by this little girl.

She didn't practice the Nine Yin Mysterious Art and covet Zhao Mu's pure yang power.

She was just simply attracted by Zhao Mu's looks and wanted to become his Taoist partner and practice Taoism together.

However, Mu Jiuling looked very immature at that time, and Zhao Mu treated her as a child and ignored her.

Mu Jiuling did not give up, and insisted on harassing Zhao Mu for a while, sending him food, drinks and pills.

Speaking of which, Zhao Mu was able to break through the Qi Refining Realm so quickly at that time, thanks to her.

But later, Zhao Mu was taken over by Chu Jiaoran.

Maybe she knew something, Mu Jiuling never came to Zhao Mu again.

Zhao Mu did not expect to meet her today.

After not seeing her for more than half a year, she did grow a little taller, although not much, but she did lose some childishness.

But she looked like she was only sixteen or seventeen years old at most.

Looking at Mu Jiuling's angry expression, Zhao Mu couldn't help laughing and said, "I'm not angry, why are you so angry?"

He almost couldn't help but reach out and pinch Mu Jiuling's chubby little face.

But he restrained himself in time.

This girl is too young, so stay away from her, so as not to delay her.

"I am angry that you are cowardly and don't fight. That Niu Tie has bullied you, why don't you know how to resist! The sect prohibits disciples from fighting to the death, and he dare not kill you. Even if you can't beat him, you have to scold him!"

Good guy, this little girl is not tall, and her temper is really quite irritable.

"It's better to have less trouble than more. I am alone and have no help behind me. What can I use to fight with those powerful and well-connected disciples."

Zhao Mu deliberately put on a painful expression.

But what he said was also the truth. If there was no system, he would definitely die miserably if he fought with those powerful disciples.

"You... make me angry to death, come with me."

After that, Mu Jiuling grabbed Zhao Mu's hand without saying anything, took him into the air, and flew directly away from the market.

Flying technique?

Flying high without a flying sword, this is a skill that only Jindan cultivators have!

Zhao Mu was shocked.

He had always thought that Mu Jiuling was at most at the Qi training stage, after all, she was so young.

It seemed that he had made a mistake, this little one was not simple.

The whistling wind in his ears made Zhao Mu's eyes confused, and he had no time to think about it.

Fortunately, the speed was very fast, and they arrived at the destination in a short while.

Zhao Mu landed on the ground and opened his eyes, only to see that the two of them had come to a lonely mountain.

A bright moon was shining, reflecting the earth and the valley into a snow-white.

"That is..."

Zhao Mu suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He clearly saw that there were countless white skeletons piled up in the valley below.

Some were human skeletons.

Some were monster skeletons.

There were also some skeletons that were so huge that they were unimaginable. Even if they were about to be powdered into slag, they still exuded a terrifying aura that was daunting.

"This is the tomb of heroes of Shengyuan Demon Sect."

Mu Jiuling pointed at the bones scattered all over the ground and said: "It has been more than 8,000 years since the founding of Shengyuan Demon Sect. Although the sect is peaceful and healthy now, you know that the current peace was exchanged for the lives of countless predecessors in the three thousand years when the sect was first founded!"

Zhao Mu was shocked.

Although he was amazed, but...

"What does this have to do with me?"

Mu Jiuling stomped his feet fiercely with an angry expression.

"I want to tell you that we cultivators must not be weak and afraid of things. We must fight when encountering things. If we can fight, we will fight. If we can't fight, we will go back to retreat and practice hard. After improving our strength, we will fight again. If you bow your head once, there will be a second time, a third time, and countless times! It is better to return to the secular world as soon as possible and be an ignorant mortal."

The more serious Mu Jiuling's expression was when he spoke, the more Zhao Mu couldn't help laughing.

If this was what an elder in the sect said, Zhao Mu might still listen to it.

But these words, coupled with Mu Jiuling's cute little face, were very out of place.

"You're still laughing!"

Mu Jiuling noticed the smile in Zhao Mu's eyes, and immediately became furious, raised his fist and hit Zhao Mu.

"Stop it."

Zhao Mu grabbed Mu Jiuling's little hand and said seriously: "I understand what you mean, but I also want to tell you that life is only once, and it is absolutely stupid to attack the enemy before you have an absolute chance of winning."

"Also, don't use your experience to teach others how to do things. When you are in danger, you have magic weapons and relatives and friends to help you, but I am just a lonely person. When I am in danger, no one will stand up for me, and even if I die, no one will come to collect my body."

He frowned, pointing to the corpses scattered all over the valley, and continued: "You can see these corpses, which means that they can at least return to their roots after death, but there are more and more nameless people where you can't see them. Until the bones rot, no one cares about them, and no one will remember the traces of their existence. "

Mu Jiuling's eyes widened, her expression extremely shocked.

Zhao Mu's words were a question she had never thought about before.

Although I really want to refute it, it seems... what Zhao Mu said makes sense.

Each of the skeletons she could see had a name, and their life experiences could be found in the sect's library.

But in the 8,000-year history of the Holy Yuan Demon Sect, there are more than tens of millions of disciples who died in various battles and remained nameless?

Where are their bones buried now?

Perhaps, it is really my way of looking at the problem that is one-sided.

Mu Jiuling pursed her lips and looked up at Zhao Mu awkwardly.

"Do you think...I'm naive?"

Zhao Mu smiled and couldn't help but reach out and touch Mu Jiuling's head. Just when he was about to speak, he suddenly saw several sword lights flying rapidly in the distance.

In the blink of an eye, several monsters covered in black smoke surrounded the top of the mountain.

"Who dares to break into the Tomb of Heroes!"

"roll!"

Mu Jiuling suddenly became furious. With just a wave of her hand, a stream of light surged out from her palm, knocking the monsters off the top of the mountain and scattering in all directions.

"let's go."

Mu Jiuling grabbed Zhao Mu's hand again and led him away in the air.