The two secret books of water-attributed spells are "Water Flowing Technique" and "Water Flowing Technique", but there is no advanced spell "Water Whirlpool" that Mo Wentian most wants. I heard that Haoran Sect has seven water-attributed spells, and seven inner disciples carry a copy each.

Mo Wentian has killed three inner disciples, and with Shi Wanquan's obtained there, a total of four water-attribute secret books. But he felt very sorry. He didn't know who the secret book of "Water Whirlpool" is in his hands. Lei Wanshan is a fire-attribute spiritual root, and the water-attribute martial arts are useless to him. Therefore, Mo Wentian collected these two secret books and prepared to find some time to practice the three intermediate spells "Water Explosion Technique", "Water Water Water" and "Water Flow Technique" to increase his practical combat ability.

"Senior Brother, what is this map for?" Lei Wanshan held the dilapidated map in his hand, frowned deeply, studied it for a long time, but couldn't tell what was going on.

"Yeah! I'll take a look!" Mo Wentian took it over and was about to check it carefully, but he heard a "ding" sound. The task prompt sounded. He was very happy and quickly communicated with the stone tablet. Sure enough, a task was refreshed on the stone tablet.

Sect copy mission: Explore the ice cave and obtain the cave spiritual objects.

It was actually a sect copy mission. Mo Wentian was ecstatic. The sect resources were scarce, and the number of spirit stones consumed in special construction of the sect was amazing. He kept doing tasks, but he could only barely maintain it. The current situation made him have no resources to stay in seclusion for a long time, and no extra resources to improve the strength of the sect disciples. Exploring some treasure lands is quite dangerous, but the gains are even more amazing.

Mo Wentian held a broken map and instilled spiritual energy into it. The lines appeared blurredly, including mountains, rivers, rivers, and several lines outlined the appearance of a small town. After careful identification, he found that this was Menghe Town. There was a mountain range to the west of Menghe Town, and there was a place at the foot of the mountain, with four small characters "Ice Grottoes".

It turned out that this was a map leading to the Ice Grottoes. Mo Wentian silently put it away. He took ten lower-grade spirit stones from the spoils and packed them in a storage bag. The rest was generously left to Lei Wanshan.

Lei Wanshan was overjoyed. He had not even had a storage bag until now. This time he followed the senior brother of the sect to make a fortune and hurriedly put it away.

At this time, the dawn began to appear, the waning moon gradually faded away, and the sky was gray before it was bright, and the Confucius Mansion was already in chaos. Everyone knew that there was a fighting technique in the back garden. They were afraid that the fish in the pond would cause harm, so they rolled up the fine and soft ones and fled out.

Mo Wentian and the others were mixed in the crowd and returned to Menghe Inn. Ye Hanting had not closed his eyes all night and kept walking around the lobby. He was obviously extremely irritable. When he saw the two of them coming back, he hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

Lei Wanshan couldn't help but say, "Hanting, why are you not sleeping yet? Where is the little sister?"

"My little sister is asleep upstairs! The disciple really can't sleep, so I'm waiting for the head and uncle here."

Ye Hanting answered respectfully, leading the two elders to the second floor private room, closed the door, carried a pot of hot water, poured tea into the teacup, and respectfully stepped forward.

"Kong Jinsong has been killed by himself." Mo Wentian did not go to have tea, but was silent for a while before speaking.

Ye Hanting seemed to have expected this result and did not speak. After waiting for a while, he said with anticipation: "Sect Master, can you see Yue'er?"

Mo Wentian said silently. He didn't know how to say it, and the room suddenly became quiet. Even Lei Wanshan sat aside without saying a word. A rooster crowed outside the window.

With a 'bang', the teacup on his hand fell to the ground, and it fell into pieces. Ye Hanting seemed to have a bad premonition.

Mo Wentian sighed, opened the storage bag, and poured it on the bed. A delicate body fell out and fell straight on the bed, emitting a cold breath.

"It's Yue'er, what's wrong with Yue'er? Wake up, wake up!" Ye Hanting didn't believe his eyes at all. He picked up Kong Yue'er's body, shook his hands hard, and growled at the top of his lungs, as if she was really asleep...

"She died at the hands of Yue Jianghe, a disciple of the inner sect of Haoran Sect, but this evil man has been killed by me."

Mo Wentian's words were like a bolt from the blue. The cruel facts made him suddenly wake up. The expression of regret and pain continued to change on his face, and finally turned into deep mourning. He hugged Kong Yue'er tightly with his hands, his body trembling constantly, and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Yue'er! Yue'er! You and I met by chance in Yongzhou. From now on, the piano and zither are in harmony. How happy is the world! How could you leave me like this? How could you leave me like this!"

He said more and more sadly, his long black hair was scattered on his face, tears could not stop falling from the corners of his eyes, and fell on Kong Yue'er's face, indescribably miserable.

The door was pushed open with a creak. Dong Xiaomei walked in quietly, stood behind Ye Hanting, and for a long time, suddenly said: "Brother Ye, don't cry. After learning the immortal method, I will definitely save my sister, so that you can stay together all the time."

Ye Hanting ignored it and just hugged Kong Yue'er's body and cried bitterly.

Mo Wentian went over and grabbed the little sister's hand, winked at Lei Wanshan, and the three of them quietly left the door.

At this time, many tenants had gathered in the corridor. They were obviously awakened by Ye Hanting's miserable cry. A bearded swordsman spitted out a mouthful of spit and said roughly: "It's so bad that someone cried and howled early in the morning, which disturbed my dream."

Mo Wentian glared at his eyes, and a "winding technique" passed. The big man's legs were shattered and fell to the ground. He screamed heart-wrenchingly in pain.

Someone in the crowd cried out in a lost voice, "Spells, magic of immortals." As soon as he finished speaking, the tenants scattered like ghosts, and retreated completely.

Mo Wen Angel used a "sound insulation technique" to isolate the sounds of the entire private room so that no one would come up to disturb him again.

"Senior Brother, what should I do?" Lei Wanshan looked at the room and frowned.

"Oh! Let Han Ting vent! He is chivalrous, but he falls in love with the evil woman. In order to exorcise evil spirits and keep the righteous, he will give up his feelings. The grief is very understandable." Mo Wentian sighed and took Dong Xiaomei's hand and said, "Little sister, let's go for breakfast."

Dong Xiaomei had a look of ignorance on her little face, and she said innocently: "Brother Ye doesn't believe in Xiaomei. Xiaomei will definitely learn the magic method well and save her sister."

Mo Wentian felt ache in his heart, grabbed her soft little hand, and walked downstairs with heavy steps.

After a whole day, Ye Hanting just hugged Kong Yue'er's body and kept crying. The food Lei Wanshan ordered the waiter to prepare did not move at all. The waiter knew that there was a fairy living in the room. Although there was a female corpse lying on the bed, how could he dare to have any objection? He had to serve him carefully in panic.

In the evening, the guests staying in the hotel were having meals in the lobby, talking loudly, and it was extremely noisy. Suddenly, with a creaking sound, the door of the second floor of the private room was pushed open. Ye Hanting hugged Kong Yue'er's body and stumbled downstairs. The lobby suddenly became silent, and the sound of a chopstick falling was clearly heard. Everyone looked at him. Ye Hanting seemed to have lost consciousness, ignored it, just holding Kong Yue'er's body, stumbled out of the gate, and walked towards the ancestral temple.

Lei Wanshan saw it from behind and couldn't help but frown and said, "Senior Brother, should we follow us and take a look?"

Mo Wentian shook his head and sighed, "No, my senior brother believes he will handle it well. Although Han Ting is young, with his reputation as chivalrous in the world, I wonder how many tragic things in the world have been watched coldly in the secular world? Why do you feel uneasy when you fall on your head? "

Crack, a lightning flashed across the sky, and the sky suddenly lit up. In the empty ancestral temple, there was a pile of earth tombs. Ye Hanting stood in a daze, feeling extremely sad and regretful. He drew out his long sword and slashed it down with one sword, cracks of the rocks and soil flying.

He tried his best and waved another sword. Suddenly, a loud noise was loud, and the soil collapsed. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't say anything. A flash of lightning flashed, clearly reflecting Kong Yue'er's face. Her mouth was slightly opened, as if she was still calling "Ye Lang" before her death.

He waved his sword wildly, and the drizzle in the wind drizzled on his face, flowing along the tears. He dug a pit of earth, thinking that Yue'er was alone under the ground, so I went down to talk to her, together for generations, and dug a pit next to her, two pits were lined up together, starting from beginning to end, holding Kong Yue'er in his left hand, saying that he would not let go for a moment, his right hand shattered the tiger's mouth, and blood flowed down the tip of the sword, diluted by the rain and penetrated into the soil.

The thunder became louder and strong winds. Seeing the heavy rain instantly, Ye Hanting endured the unforgettable sadness and carefully placed Kong Yue'er in the soil pit. He grabbed the soil with his two big hands and slowly sprinkled it on him, but he never sprinkled the soil on her face, and his eyes stared at Kong Yue'er for a moment. As long as a few handfuls of soil were gone, he would never see Yue'er again in this life.

Jiaorai was shocked, and lightning flashed. Suddenly, Ye Hanting suddenly stood up, and didn't even look at it. He pushed the mud around her with his hands, pushing the mud on her face. The heavy rain finally poured down, and the dirt next to him was instantly filled with mud and water.

Ye Hanting cut off a square wood, held a sword and engraved it on it: "The Tomb of Mrs. Ye, Kong."

After erecting a wooden sign in front of the grave, he waved his hand and threw the sword away, and said to the sky: "Yue'er, do you know that Hanting will never have any joy in the rest of his life."

Turn around and strode away, slowly disappearing into the pouring rain.
Chapter completed!