Although the cliff of Wuxi is high, not everyone can get up. It seems that there are many inconveniences in daily life, there is a mountain spring, and the water flows clear and overflows from the edge of the spring and flows out of the cave, forming a stream winding down the cliff of Wuxi.

In addition, there is no sadness and cliff, and it is difficult to reach people, but everything is available.

After Ming Yulong washed and finished his clothes, Yan Luo had already gotten up and was practicing outside.

Ming Yulong didn't bother him, but walked around and observed the situation around him.

Although it is a cliff, in addition to the cave named Wuai Cliff by Mo Yanhua, there is also a large area of ​​woods, wild flowers and mountain fruit forests.

There is no scenery, but you can watch it when you are bored for fun.

After finding clean stones, Ming Yulong sat down, gently supported his chin and outlined some of the terrain he knew in his mind.

The sun shines gently, and the mountains are high and far away.

When Ming Yulong was looking away, a figure floating in the backlight appeared in his eyes.

The purple clothes fluttered, raising in the wind, outlining the tall figure of the visitor. The visitor was flew in black and white, and his handsome face looked faint. Without the smile before, he was clear and unrestrained, like a banished immortal in the sky.

Not everyone can look good in such a purple dress.

Of course, the man in purple clothes in front of Ming Yulong was much better looking than the other men.

But Ming Yulong looked at him, but his slender eyebrows couldn't help frowning.

"Master, you're wearing this..."

"How? Isn't it very good?" The person who came was Mo Yanhua, who changed into black clothes that he used to wear. Such purple clothes further highlighted his fair and evil face.

Is it really narcissistic, is it so tempting to make people praise him?

Ming Yulong looked at him lightly, shook his head and denied him with mercy: "It's not good-looking at all, but black clothes are the best for your temperament. Purple is really ugly."

"Is this purple one really not good-looking?" Mo Yanhua asked calmly.

"All those who wear purple clothes are not good-looking." Ming Yulong also answered without hesitation, "You should change back to black clothes. If you have always been purple clothes, don't appear in front of me. It's too abused by my eyes."

Seeing Ming Yulong's apricot eyes uncovered, wasn't the baby's apprentice really lost his memory?

And because of his hatred for Rong Yi, he hated everything similar to Rong Yi?

"I am worried that you are hungry, so I come to deliver breakfast to you personally. Go back and have breakfast. After the meal, I will exercise and adjust your breathing."

Mo Yanhua looked at Ming Yulong and took her back.

I don’t know if it was too much hurt by Rong Yi. Logically speaking, he had already scattered a net at the foot of Luoxia Mountain that day. Apart from the sword injury, Ming Yulong would not have suffered too much injuries, but she was in a coma for five or six days, and even the breath in her body was running around. Fortunately, her martial arts was taught by herself, and it took a lot of effort to calm her internal strength.

So after returning to Wu Ai Cliff, Ming Yulong was having breakfast while complaining to Mo Yanhua: "It's really ugly to wear this outfit."
Chapter completed!