Fire and theft prevention

The moon-white giant deer has four magnificent horns like snow peaks, standing in the eye of the wind and hiding in the green osmanthus forest.

"Xingru." Mu Qingjia called out to the mountain god.

The giant deer slowly turned around and said, "The wind brought me a message—you have returned from the past."

"Some people don't want to part with me, so naturally they want to come back." Mu Qingjia said with a light smile.

"What's the matter?" Xing Ru asked.

Mu Qingjia got straight to the point and said, "Come to find Master's sword, my sword, and... I want to carve your face completely."

"I don't know where Mu Huan's real sword is." Yin Ru said, "But your sword has become an inseparable part of Lingao Sect."

Mu Huanzhen is the real name of Venerable Sword.

"What do you mean?" Mu Qingjia asked suspiciously.

"You can see it when you go to the main peak."

Mu Qingjia smiled wryly: "Even if I go to the main peak now, maybe I will be arrested if I haven't found Tianyi Sword."

"Knowing that you are incompetent, why are you still talking nonsense!" Yin Ru reprimanded, "Why don't you quickly use your wood with spirits to carve?"

According to what he meant, Xingru actually knew Yanshi and the art of possessing spirits.

Mu Qingjia was taken aback by his scolding, then while smiling, he took out a half-finished woodcarving from the jade ring, sat down cross-legged, and began to shape it.

"Suddenly I feel like you are my master." He said, "Especially when you scold the disciples."

Speaking of the sword venerable who has already ascended, the forest was silent for a moment.After Mu Qingjia completed the outline of the antlers, he discussed, "I have poor eyesight now, can I touch your antlers?"

In fact, even if he had normal eyesight, the two pairs of antlers could not be completed by observation alone.The pair of antlers were born too mysteriously, he also made this kind of request before, but was rejected by Xing Ruo Duan, which is also the reason why Xing Ru Zhi's horns were not completed for a long time.

Jingru's deer eyes narrowed dangerously.

"The junior just wants to have some means of self-protection, and it is a last resort." Mu Qingjia smiled kindly, "You don't want the junior to die in vain."

Xing Ru has been deceived by his harmless temperament so many times, but he still remains unwavering.

"It has nothing to do with me."

"Hey." Mu Qingjia could only sigh, "I wanted to try, which one of Kunlun's guard 'Lu Wu' is better than you, but now it seems that I have no chance to know..."

"Lu Wu?" Xuan Ru pricked up his ears, "Have you ever carved Lu Wu?"

"Yes." Mu Qingjia smiled.

In fact, even if he had Lu Wu, he was directly scrapped due to excessive wear and tear during the battle with Venerable Li Yan, so there is no way to compare with Xuan Ru.

To say this is just to take advantage of the restrictions that the beasts cannot leave the territory and cannot fight each other after they become immortals, and deliberately stimulate other curiosity.

Sure enough, the emotion that was like a thousand-year-old well without waves became a little excited, and the deer's ears couldn't stop shaking. After shaking for a moment, he said: "Quickly attach the spirit to Lu Wu, and call him out to fight with me!"

Mu Qingjia dug a hole: "At least we have to wait until the situation stabilizes before we can fight with you. Otherwise, wouldn't it be beautiful if there are flying insects disturbing you during the battle?"

Xingru shook the deer tail slowly, his expression didn't change much, but he was in a dilemma in his heart.In the end, he condescended, lowered his high head, and sent four gorgeous antlers to Mu Qingjia.

"Master Xie Xuanru fulfilled the junior's wish." Mu Qingjia said with a smile.

He thought in his heart, if there is a day when the situation subsides, he will go to Kunlun Mountain with his younger brother again, so that Lu Wu will come to relieve Xingru's loneliness.

He washed his hands first, then his face was clean, and he stroked every turn and depression of the antlers with concentration.

The horns of Xuanru seem to be carefully carved by the way of heaven, they are perfect, like the waves of the sea, and like the two rituals of Tai Chi, they are endless and have their own mysterious meaning.

After he memorized its figure, he flickered for a moment, but the pair of antlers completely changed, which made him raise his eyebrows in surprise.

"Give up." Xuan Ru said, "How can my body be understood by mortal bodies like you?"

"Please give this junior some more time." Mu Qingjia said respectfully.

He stared intently at the flow and trend of the horns with his spiritual eyes, this time he no longer paid attention to the shape, but explored its laws.

If the wind had a color, it would be like this horn.The five elements generate and restrain each other, and they circulate and blend together. When they flow, they become the wind, and when they stop, they become the body of the living being.

When it is moving, it is the spirit energy of the five elements that is always flowing freely and running, and it can fall to any position within its mind, and no entity can stop its speed.

Unknowingly, the sun rose high, and two full hours had passed.Mu Qingjia's forehead was soaked with white sweat, his complexion was slightly pale, and he was no longer as relaxed as before.

Xuan Ru said: "Don't rush for success, otherwise you will become a fool."

Mu Qingjia knew that he was doing it for her own good, but she had no time to pay attention to it, and was just immersed in endless mysteries.After a while, those lines and textures gradually peeled off and slowly built together to form a complete cycle.

He let out a deep breath, only to feel that his state of mind had improved again, but his cultivation level was still imprisoned.

"You actually have a sudden enlightenment." Xingru couldn't hide her approval in a calm tone, "Mu Huan really wasted your talent. I said a long time ago that you are not suitable for practicing swords and killing people, but for comprehending talismans."

"Absurd praise." Mu Qingjia was slightly exhausted, and made a joke, "Now the junior feels that he can immediately 'ascend' with the master, the kind of soul flying away."

Xing Ru ignored his joke, quietly lay back to the original place, and stared at him silently.

After Mu Qingjia meditated and consolidated his scattered aura, he began to carve a wooden statue of Xingru according to what he had just explored.

After it took shape, he was polishing it while listening to Xing Ru: "I hope you can forgive Mu Huanzhen."

Mu Qingjia paused in his hands, and said in surprise: "Where did you get the wind? Master treats me with great kindness, and if he forgives my unfilial piety, I should be on high incense, so what's the matter?" I forgive him'?"

"Even if you don't admit it, he won't admit it, but he has drowned your talent." Yin Ru said, "That's the truth."

"I still don't know what it is, so it's this." Mu Qingjia couldn't tell whether to laugh or cry, "Without Master, I would live forever as a mortal for five or sixty years in the small village of Qingqiu Mountain, and then die. It's far better to be happy now .”

In fact, Mu Qingjia cared more about Master Sword's attitude towards him than sword cultivator or talisman cultivator, or whether Master would display his talents.

When he was young, the only kindness he got from his master was probably when he first started.

A teacher for one day, and a father for life, the Sword Master at that time taught him to read characters, practice swords, and draw breath into his body, just like the promise he made when he accepted his disciples, "Qingjia can treat this deity as a father" .

However, when Venerable Sword came out after a certain retreat, he seemed to have changed into a different person—no, it should be said that he became an unkind sword.

Later, they threw him off the cliff of life and death, and watched him die at the bottom of the cliff with cold eyes.Whenever Mu Qingjia plucked up the courage to look at Master, all he could see was a cold scrutiny.

He thought countless times that the master saw that he was really not a talent, and regretted accepting such a waste student as himself, so he ignored his life and death.

Or maybe, that's a sign that after reaching the ultimate level of swordsmanship, he is about to ascend.

Mu Qingjia's expression couldn't help being sad, he patted his face with both hands, and when he was trying to get himself out of negative emotions, he heard Xuanru say: "Because he is practicing the ruthless sword."

Mu Qingjia suddenly raised her head: "Ruthless swordsmanship?"

Xuan Ru said: "You should know that a sword repairer needs to inject part of his own soul into the sword in order to practice the soul sword of life."

"I understand that." Mu Qingjia said, "I was taught this way when I was young."

"The four of you brothers and sisters all practice swords with the primordial spirit," Xuanru said, "and Mu Huanzhen, took the spirit of desire."

"Seal the God of Desire into the sword, so there is no desire or desire, too ruthless." Mu Qingjia said in a daze, "So that's how it is."

He laughed dryly twice, but the smile was uglier than crying: "No wonder. Master, he hasn't forgotten, but he won't... He can no longer treat me like a father."

"You have always regarded him as a father? Really..." Yin Ruben wanted to sneer, but suddenly said: "What's wrong with your eyes?"

Mu Qingjia stretched out his hand, and received two drops of water from his chin, and a few more drops, which merged into the palm of his hand.

He was also a little surprised, and said with a smile: "Am I so sad? It's also thanks to these blind eyes that weep."

"No, that's not tears." Xuanru said seriously, "That's blood."

Mu Qingjia was startled, then hurriedly scooped up a handful of water to wash off the blood on his face and hands, still jokingly said, "It's the first time I've seen crying blood."

The blood did not continue to flow out, and since the physical sensation had not yet returned, he himself did not feel any pain, and the aura was as usual.

"This is not the time to joke." Maybe it was because he was worried about saving Mu Qingjia's life before he could fight Lu Wu, but Xingru was obviously more nervous than him, "There is something wrong with your eyes, you should have it checked."

"Where do you have time to do these insignificant things..." Mu Qingjia said indifferently, "Perhaps I just used too much force in my enlightenment. Let's finish carving first and then talk about other things."

After all, he still focused on his subordinates.

Xing Rusui also stopped persuading her.

Time flows slowly in the mountains and forests. A man with a handsome appearance sits cross-legged, carving a deer in his hand. Ruo Ru has never left, forming a kind of companionship in silence.

A whole day passed, and when the sun was westward, all the wood carvings were completed.

Mu Qingjia slowly put down the statue in his hand, put it into the jade ring, and shook off the sawdust on his body.His expression was not very joyful, but a hint of melancholy.

He still opened his mouth and said: "Now, where is Master's immortal residence?"

Those who ascend to become immortals will also have their own boundaries, just like Yanru is trapped in Gaotu Mountain, and Lu Wu guards in Kunlun Mountains, and sacrifices the sacrifice of Qisheng to preserve his immortal soul.

Mu Qingjia finally plucked up the courage and wanted to see the master again, to tell the truth about his identity as Yanshi and the fact that his resurrection from the dead was against the way of heaven—no matter how the old man scolded him.

Xing Ruwen was a little stunned, silent for a while, and said: "He is no longer here."

"What?" Mu Qingjia was dumbfounded.

"Maybe you don't know." Xuanru said indifferently, "During the Tribulation of the Immortal Demon, he and the Demon Venerable died together, and the immortal soul has already disappeared."

The Demon Cultivator can have the confidence to invade the Kyushu land, largely because of the Demon Lord, the strongest barbarian blood in the Northwest, and the only monk who has cultivated into a demon in the past thousand years.

At the same level as the demon soul, only the immortal soul can resist it.

After only a few years of ascension, Sword Immortal Mu Huanzhen and his mount Xingru jointly defended against the enemy. When the Sword Immortal fell, Xingru was reborn and transformed into an immortal.

Mu Qingjia struggled to pull a smile: "Master, he has ambitions in the world and has great benevolence in his heart. This is considered... Seeking benevolence to obtain benevolence, this life is worthwhile."

"It's too ugly to smile." Xuan Ru said.

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his head vigilantly, stood up and looked towards the side peak.

"Someone is destroying the mountain protection circle." Yan Ru said coldly, "Moxiu."