Qin Le hesitated for a moment, and told everyone what he overheard when he went back to pick up Jasper Jue that day.

"It turns out to be like this." Zhu Yicheng shouted: "I know how Luo Ziqi cares about other people's sufferings and does not hesitate to save people under the pressure of the valley owner. It turns out that this is all arranged by him a long time ago!"

When the words came out, everyone was shocked.

Huang Zelin frowned and said, "Although there is no direct evidence that the outbreak of the plague is related to Luo Ziqi, the occurrence of the plague does not rule out the possibility of man-made. If this is the case," he patted Luo Qingwen's arm, "You It's not safe to be in the valley."

"If he really did it, I will definitely find him and apologize in front of the whole city!" Luo Qingwen's eyes were full of anger.

"Luo Ziqi is in the limelight now, and he has become a savior in the hearts of the people in the city. It is too early to move him." Huang Zelin sighed: "Xiaowen might as well go to the desert with me, stay away for a while, and wait for Luo Ziqi to go to the desert with me. Ziqi relaxed his vigilance and came back to look for clues."

Su Yanjun nodded and said: "The plague in other places may also be thought to have caused it. If you can catch the person who put the plague, and follow the vine, things will be much easier. Xiaole, your brother can say, where in the north has it occurred. Plague? I'll contact Mo Yunshan's local disciples to help the Qin family."

"Many places," Qin Le replied, "there are cases in Fengping, Dachuan, and Huqi."

Su Yanjun pondered for a while and said, "These places are not far from the magic circle, and the disciples of Moyun Mountain should be able to mobilize them." After speaking, he looked at Mu Xiyuan: "Junior Brother Mu, we were originally going to inspect the five major circles. I've gone through two now. But there have been many accidents along the way, and it has already delayed a lot of time. Why don't I go to the north with Xiaole to help them get through the epidemic and inspect Xuanbing Ridge and Endless Grassland. You and Wanbo will go to Crescent Moon City."

Mu Xiyuan nodded: "Okay, I understand what to do with the inspection of the magic circle, senior brother, don't worry. I have something else to do..." He told everyone what he found last night.

Everyone discussed in detail, and finally decided that Su Yanjun and Qin Le immediately set off for the north, Mu Xiyuan and Gu Qingqiao went to the Witch Doctor Valley first, and then turned to the desert Crescent City, while Huang Zelin's grandson and Zhu Yicheng were on Luo Qingwen. After dealing with the Gu worms, go to Jinxiu Village in the desert.

Gathering for such a long time, during the life and death, the young people are a little reluctant to part. They had no choice but to have their own tasks, and after saying goodbye to each other, they still embarked on their own paths.

Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao stepped on the stone slab again, and as the ropeway slowly ascended, the whole picture of Baihua Valley was displayed in front of them again, and the magnificent scenery made people linger.

Seeing the nostalgia on Mu Xiyuan's face, Gu Qingqiao whispered in his ear, "It's okay, we will come here often in the future, okay?"

Mu Xiyun looked up at his face and smiled slowly: "Well, we agreed to go to a small village to retreat, don't be rude!"

The two smiled at each other and walked into the sun together.

Chapter 95 Ancient Town

Southwest, a mysterious place.

In the distance, snow-capped mountains rise into the sky, and the snow is like a goddess's scarf, shining under the blue sky; in front of you, the forest is dense, the shades of green cover the bottom of the eyes, and all kinds of rare and exotic grasses underfoot are full of vitality.

After leaving the Hundred Flowers City, the two plunged into the deep mountains and forests.

The southwest region is sparsely populated, and there are no big cities on the vast land, only small villages and towns scattered among them.

One afternoon, Mu Xiyuan and Gu Qingqiao came to an ancient town. The ancient town is under a snow mountain, and a large lake in the town reflects the blue sky and snow top. In the weather of July and August, the town has a cool breeze, which makes people feel good.

"Tomorrow we can go to the Witch Doctor's Valley," Gu Qingqiao put his hands behind his head and said with a smile, "Why don't you rest in the town tonight and leave tomorrow?"

Mu Xiyun nodded, and the two found an inn by the lake.

The inn has two three-story buildings, connected by a corridor, and a lush bougainvillea tree leans on it and hangs down a tree full of flowers.

In front of the door is a small yard, with some tables, chairs, and tea sets at random. A white cat lay lazily on a rattan chair to bask in the sun, and under the chair, an obedient yellow dog was sleeping soundly.

Everything is so peaceful and beautiful.

"It's finally just the two of us, do you like it?" Standing in front of the window, Gu Qingqiao hugged Mu Xiyuan from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder, and asked softly in his ear.

The hot and humid breath was lightly sprayed on the earlobe, Mu Xiyun blushed, and ducked to the side, only to be held by the shoulders of those strong hands.

Holding the person tightly in front of him, Gu Qingqiao looked at the little fairy in front of him ecstatically.

He stretched out his fingers and slowly traced the graceful outline of Mu Xiyun. Forehead, tip of nose, lips...

The fiery kiss fell, as if to swallow the person in front of him.

Reaching out to close the window, Gu Qingqiao picked him up and carefully placed it on the bed.

"Ayun..." He whispered vaguely, rubbing and rubbing against him in discomfort.

What responded to him was Mu Xiyun's active kiss.

The kiss was ardent and lingering, and a raging fire was ignited between the two.

Gu Qingqiao's eyes were full of bloodshots, he desperately restrained himself, raised his body slightly, and asked, "Is it okay?"

Having already felt his tension and heat, Mu Xiyuan closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and nodded slightly.

Gu Qingqiao couldn't bear it any longer, and waved down the bed tent.

The small jar of celadon fell from the quilt and spun around, bringing a fragrance to the room. The people in the tent forget the sorrows of the world and enjoy endless joy.

Outside the small courtyard of the inn, a man in black leaned against a tree, stared at the window, and refused to leave for a long time.

After more than an hour, Gu Qingqiao got up half-supported and looked at the person in front of him.

Sweat soaked Mu Xiyun's black hair, and there was still a blush on her jade-colored face. On her delicate collarbone, several crimson hickeys were clearly visible.

Gu Qingqiao leaned over and kissed his forehead, whispering: "Wait, I'll fetch water to bathe you."