Suzhou Mengchang

The forest is sparse and the grass is dense, the mountain stream is tinkling, and there is a forbidden area beside Wuya Mountain. The forest is always spring in four seasons. It is awe-inspiring from all walks of life by riding on the rain and dew. It has a radius of ten miles, and there are no people. After 3000 years of trance, it grew into a fairy tree, but there were no half spirits and half spirits around the fairy tree, and it was very withdrawn. After another 3000 years, the fairy tree turned into a human form, and looked like a child of seven or eight years old in the world. Yan Muyu lived alone in the forbidden area for 300 years.

One day, Mu Xilin suddenly ran into a girl, whose age was almost the same as Xianyu. The girl was born by the fox emperor of Wuya Mountain and the celestial god Shuo who violated the rules of heaven.

The girl has pale eyebrows and pink lips, inheriting the handsome appearance of the handsome man, which can vaguely show her graceful appearance in the future.Because of getting lost, he strayed into the forbidden world by mistake, and when he was in a hurry, he finally saw a child who was about his own age.

The girl looked at the other person, the man's character was free from the turbidity of a mortal, and his expression was not as evil as a monster. The girl herself was three points shy, three points frightened, and three points pitiful, and asked cautiously and tentatively: "Immortal? "

Xianyu has never spoken a word for six thousand and three hundred years, and Duai is alone, ignoring the girl and walking straight past her.

Only then did the girl chase after her closely, she saluted Xianyu with her fists clenched, and said respectfully, "I live near Wuya Mountain, and I got lost here. Can you tell me the way back?"

Xianyu looked at the girl, and pointed in the direction of Wu Ya.

"Thank you." The girl scratched her head and asked, "What's your name? I'll come to you to repay my kindness in the future."

"No name, no last name."

"Do you have relatives here? Do you have playmates?"

"No."

The girl's eyes lit up instantly, she smiled and showed two dimples, she took Xianyu's hand with both hands, and said anxiously: "If you go home with me, since you saved me, my parents will treat you very well." , you are here alone and helpless, it's really pitiful."

The girl looked at Xianyu with wide eyes: "How are you?"

Xianyu should not be denied.

"In this way, my father often said that a man must be talented, and you are wearing black clothes, why don't you call him Mo Yizhi?"

"Mo...Yi...zhi..." Xianyu looked at the girl.

While pulling Mo Yizhi towards the place where he nodded just now, the girl said: "Yizhi, I just forgot to mention that my name is Su Muli."

That Yixianyu's usual temperament would never be like this, but for some reason, he really followed Su Muli back to Wuya Mountain today.

300 years later, when Su Mu left the bed, Shuo Ren faced Mo Yizhi, turned his head to look at his daughter sleeping soundly on the bed, and suddenly knelt down to Mo Yizhi.

"For 300 years, you and Muli have been inseparable. Wu Ya treats you just like her. Now that the matter between me and the Fox Emperor is known by the Emperor of Heaven, can you promise me something?"

Mo Yi was wearing a black long gown, looking at Mu Li who was sleeping soundly on the couch, he no longer looked like the girl when he first met, he had already grown into a pretty girl, like a lotus like a lotus, Mu Li said with a smile in his mouth Yizhi, Mo Yi's eyes are gentle.

He stood by the couch with a youthful vigor and awe-inspiring demeanor, looked back at the big man and nodded.

In Tiangong, on the mortuary platform, the two corpses of Fox Emperor and Shuo Ren were lying down. Mo Yizhi was kneeling beside him, with several deep wounds on his waist, chest, and shoulders. go down.

A group of gods stood outside the funeral platform, and Shuo Ren's elder brother Feng and his daughter who had just adopted from the mortal world a few days ago stood at the front.

The two little gods behind Fengji's daughter couldn't bear to look at the child being whipped on the funeral platform, and said to each other.

"Shuo Ren violated the rules of heaven, and the fairy and demon have been together for nearly a thousand years. At this time, I feel sorry for her child."

"After all, the child is innocent, but he has to be whipped 49 times before being beaten down to the Heavenly Palace. How can he survive?"

"Alas." One of the little angels shielded his daughter's eyes from the wind with his hand while speaking, only to find that she was in tears.

On the mortuary platform, Mo Yizhi received 49 lashes, thinking of what Shuo Ren said to him when he knelt in front of him: If you are willing to admit that you are the child born to me and the Fox King, and receive full lashes, Mu Li can escape. After a catastrophe, would you like to?

Shuo Ren's words echoed repeatedly in Mo Yi's mind, for Mu Li, are you willing?

Shuo Ren had already begged his elder brother to adopt Mu Li to cover his eyes and ears. At this time, it was Su Muli who was covering his eyes by the little god, but Mu Li was caught by the wind and cast a magic spell, so he couldn't move or speak.

The Emperor of Heaven ordered that the Fox Emperor and Shuo Ren be executed, and their children were whipped seven times and 49 times for soul refinement and then fell to the Nine Heavens.

At this time, on the Minglian stage, Mo Yizhi was almost dying, and his ink-colored clothes were dyed vermilion.Although he didn't say a word when he was whipped, everyone knew that the soul-refining whip of disillusionment was piercing to the bone and the heart, and the fact that he could survive 49 whips and still have a trace of breath was because he had been nourished by heaven and earth for thousands of years.

Mo Yi's aura is like gossamer, his mind is in a trance, the pain is so extreme that he seems to feel nothing.He thought silently, Li'er, live well in the future, I can't help you anymore.

Su Muli was standing outside the coffin platform, and he could hear the soul-refining whip hitting Mo Yi's body, tears streaming down his face, and his breathing disordered.

The impermanence of the world can often teach a person to be desperate or strong in an instant.

The connection between the heavenly palace and the mortal world was opened, and Mo Yizhi was about to fall, and Feng suddenly broke into the fairy barrier and entered the funeral platform. Even life couldn't stop it.

The official historian of heaven wrote down on this day that the two immortal gods died in Tiangong, and Mo Yizhi, the son of Wuya Fox Emperor, fell to the ninth heaven and fell into the ghost realm forever.And Su Muli, the adopted daughter of Immortal Fengjiu, fainted from grief over Fengjiu's death.

Zixun searched in Mu Xilin for two days, but he still couldn't find Mo Yizhi.The Fox Emperor once told him that most of the corpses of those who fell into the Nine Heavens would return to the place where they were born. He asked his son to find Mo Yizhi and return the only one in Wuya Mountain with a 5-year-old white nettle as a primer. The elixir was taken by him, and after that, Wu Yashan recognized Mo Yizhi as the emperor.

Mo Yizhi should have appeared at Muxi Bridge in the past few days, Zixun looked around but couldn't see him, slightly annoyed, his slender fingers played with his lips, his brows were slightly frowned, and he looked more like a fox.

It must have been tripped by something, it was getting late, Zixun looked at what was at his feet, it was still the corpse from a day ago.Zi Xunxing walked a few steps, suddenly realized something, and immediately ran back to the corpse and squatted down to check. The clothes of the corpse were black mixed with blood and dust, and many insects and ants with many legs had penetrated several places where the skin was torn and bruised.

Maybe it was Mo Yizhi, and after searching for two days in a radius of ten miles, there was only this corpse, Zixun thought, based on the calculation of the time, it must be Mo Yizhi!How confused.

Zixun looked at the corpse and didn't know what to do. He thought that Mo Yizhi would still be half-breathed no matter how bad he was, but at this moment he was actually a dead person, but Zixun didn't know that the corpse was still half-breathing more than a day ago.

"Forget it." Zixun chased away the insects and ants, picked up Mo Yizhi, and walked back to Wuya Mountain.

The author has something to say:

So Mo Yizhi is not talkative by nature.Also, it is natural to be good-looking.