Ancestor of Magic

After completing the spirit continuation technique, Leng Ling woke up the next day, but her eyes were dull, like a person without a soul. When she saw something, she just stared blankly without blinking her eyes.

Even after seeing Mencius Yi, he was like the air, neither happy nor angry.

Seeing this, Meng Ziyi glared at the ghost doctor next to him angrily, and asked in a cold voice, "What's going on?"

The ghost doctor said cautiously: "Leader, this physical disease is easy to cure, but this heart disease... angers me for being incompetent."

After hearing this, Meng Ziyi waved his hand impatiently, signaling him to go down.

After the ghost doctor withdrew, Meng Ziyi stepped forward, blocked Leng Ling's sight, and said coldly, "Why, are you going to treat your savior like this?"

Leng Ling raised his head, stared at Meng Ziyi quietly, and opened his lips and teeth calmly, "I'm hungry."

Meng Ziyi didn't react right away, he thought that Leng Ling would be as hostile to him as before, but he didn't expect that she would.

Meng Ziyi was also a little overwhelmed for a moment, and his cold tone immediately softened a lot. He turned around, turned his back to Leng Ling and said, "What do you want to eat?"

"Furong Cake." Leng Ling said softly.

Mencius nodded, then nodded at Seto Yao, and Seto Yao immediately retreated knowingly.

Leng Ling got up, walked to the window, looked at the flying snow all over the sky, smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth and said: "I haven't seen it well this winter, I want to go out for a walk."

Meng Ziyi did not refuse Leng Ling's request, but nodded and agreed: "Okay, but I have to accompany you."

Meng Ziyi said in a cold voice, thinking that Leng Ling would be unwilling and would bargain with him, but who knew that Leng Ling nodded slightly and agreed.

After the two agreed, after a while, they went out together. When they took the first step out of the room, Leng Ling remembered Gong Yu's shy look in front of his door, and a sweet smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You like winter very much." Meng Ziyi said coldly.

"Hmm! I like it very much." Leng Ling nodded, said softly, slowly raised his head, and slowly closed his eyes, feeling the feeling of snow falling on his face.

The corners of the mouth were raised, showing a gentle smile, and said softly: "I like the cool feeling of snow falling on my cheeks, and the way they dance in the air, and looking around, the whole world is white and very clean. "

As Leng Ling spoke, he gradually opened his eyes, with a happy expression on his face, and secretly said in his heart: "I prefer those hands that can keep me warm in the cold winter, but unfortunately, I can't walk with him forever."

After hearing Leng Ling's description, Meng Ziyi gave her a blank stare, and pulled her away whether she wanted it or not.

Leng Ling didn't resist, and just followed him, and soon the two of them came to the back mountain of Zhutian. When standing on the edge of the cliff, looking down at the vast whiteness of the mountain, Leng Ling was so surprised that he sighed again and again. ,"What a beauty!"

"If you like, I can allow you to come here every day to have a look." Meng Ziyi said coldly, then ignored Leng Ling's reaction, turned around and left.

Leng Ling looked at his icy back, smiled slightly, then turned her head, stared at everything down the mountain, but said very worriedly in her heart: "Gong Yu, I will definitely find an antidote for you, wait for me, you Wait for me again."

Mo Zhihen and Mo Sang also traveled for almost a day, and finally arrived at Star Peak Valley.

"Valley of Star Peaks."

Mo Zhihen read the words on the stone gate, looked sideways at Mo Sang beside him, and asked doubtfully, "What are we doing here?"

Mo Sang sighed with a gloomy face, and led him inside without answering his question.

As soon as you enter the mountain gate, the steps are full of falling leaves, layer after layer of bedding on the ground, some of which have even rotted, and the cold wind is blowing, which adds a bit of coolness. It seems that no one has lived in it for a long time. .

Mo Zhihen followed behind Mo Sang, watching the surrounding movement vigilantly.

After passing a short flight of steps, one can see several dilapidated halls with the word Nagato written on the door.

"Nagato, the Nagato that my fathers once said about. I heard that even Tianxiao was once incomparable, but later, for some reason, he fell down." Mo Zhihen said in surprise and regret.

Mo Sang let out a long sigh, stared at the gate of the palace, and said meaningfully: "It's because the people in the long gate practiced techniques that people in the world cannot tolerate."

Mo Zhihen nodded, "Well... I've heard of this too, but I just feel it's a pity! It just happened to be on an evil path."

Hearing Mo Zhihen's exclamation, Mo Sang sneered and continued walking.

When he came to the door, Mo Sang touched the door frame with his hand, and murmured, "I'm back. It's been ten years, and I'm finally back."

Hearing Mo Sang's words, Mo Zhihen was very surprised, he turned out to be from Nagato.

Just when the two were silent, a long piano sound suddenly came from the hall, Mo Sang smiled slightly, and walked in.

As soon as he stepped into Nagato, Mo Zhihen realized that everything here is very simple, without any special features.

However, the road was full of bamboo, and the two walked along the small stone path in the bamboo forest, and came to a pavilion. At this time, they saw a man in white, stroking the strings with his back to them.

Mo Zhihen glanced at Mo Sang, and found that there was a different smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were all on the man.

Then Mo Sang took off the cloak on his body, stepped forward lightly, walked behind the man, then stopped, put the cloak on him lightly, but never disturbed him from the beginning to the end.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Sang took out the flute that had been pinned to his waist, and played it. The sound of the two people's piano and flute immediately blended together perfectly, and the music they played made people fall into it unconsciously.

Mo Zhihen instantly felt that his current situation was very embarrassing, and it was not right to leave, nor was it not to leave, it was completely redundant.

I don't know how long it took, the music stopped abruptly, Mo Zhihen dared to step forward at this time, looking at the two people with their backs to him, he could only lean on the pillar next to him, waiting for the two to talk about the old days.

However, even though he could understand how happy it was to reunite with old friends, he still complained to Mo Sang to a certain extent in his heart.

At this time, Mo Sang had already forgotten Mo Zhihen, squatted down, stared at the man with a smile and said, "It's been a long time since you saw me, and you don't seem very happy to see me!"

The man turned to look at him, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, Mo Sang immediately shuddered, turned around, leaned his back directly on the man, and said disgustedly: "Forget it, don't laugh, you smile more than me." It's ugly to cry!"

Mo Sang then sighed, and said suspiciously: "Hey! Let me tell you, what is the matter with me, an expert in this world!"

The man got up all of a sudden, causing Mo Sang, who was unprepared, to fall directly to the ground, groaned in pain, covered his waist, and said sadly: "Hey! When I said you got up, can you say something! "

Hearing Mo Sang's cry of pain, Mo Zhihen immediately turned around, wanting to go up to ask him if he was hurt, but when he saw the person who turned around, he said in surprise: "Mr. .”

Mu Fengchen nodded at Mo Zhihen. At this moment, Mo Sang sat up, looked up at the two of them, and asked doubtfully, "Why, you two know each other?"

"Yes, we are also in the same trouble!" Mo Zhihen explained.

Mo Sang nodded, and said with a cold snort, "No wonder! They are all pedantic people, and this corresponds to a sentence, those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black."

Mo Sang said, frowning, and sighed, "Hey! I'm really afraid that if I get along with people like you for a long time, I will become a layman too."

Mo Zhihen glanced at Mo Sang speechlessly, but Mu Fengchen showed a rare smile, stretched out his hand to Mo Sang, and said with a smile: "Mo Sang, I'm here to pick you up, take you away from the world of mortals Yu, become a layman, would you like to?"

Mo Sang stared at Mu Fengchen seriously, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and murmured: "If it's someone else, I wouldn't want it, but it's you, Mu Fengchen."

As Mo Sang said, he put his hand in Mu Fengchen's without hesitation, stood up from the ground, put his hands on his hips, and said with great ambition, "Of course I am willing."

Mu Fengchen looked at him with a slight smile, and wanted to take off the cloak on his body. Mo Sang hurriedly said: "Just put it on! Really, I'm so big, and it's freezing outside, I don't know Bring a cloak or something, you will be sick later, don’t think that you are a miracle doctor.”

As Mo Sang said, he turned around with a cold snort and walked away. While walking, he said, "Have a good rest! After a while, I'll let you have a taste of my craft."

Seeing this, Mo Zhihen saluted Mu Fengchen, and immediately followed.

When the two of them just turned around and out of Mu Fengchen's sight, Mo Sang immediately jumped up, hugged himself into a ball, and said tremblingly: "Ah! This weather, I'm so cold."

Mo Zhihen took off his own without a word, put it on his body, and said displeasedly: "Who made some people slap their faces swollen to pretend to be fat."

Mo Sang hurriedly wrapped himself tightly with the cloak Mo Zhihen gave him, and felt warmer in an instant. He breathed a long sigh of satisfaction, and said beside Mo Zhihen: "You saw it too, he His body is so thin, I have to take care of him no matter what!"

Mo Zhihen ignored his explanation at all, and kept walking forward, only to find that there was nothing when he came to the kitchen.

Mo Sang turned around, looked at Mo Zhihen and said with a sinister smile, "Zhihen, you are good at martial arts, you must want to stretch your shins these few days!"

As soon as Mo Sang opened his mouth, Mo Zhihen immediately knew that he had no good intentions, and immediately asked vigilantly: "What are you trying to plot against me?"

"Scheme." Mo Sang stepped forward at once, stared at Mo Zhihen with an aggrieved face, and said sadly: "Why are you so heartless when you say this! Don't you forget that I arrested you two days ago? Rabbits eat it, and they get sick! Don’t tell me, do you really have the heart to let me run around again?”

"That……"

"That, that, that, don't hurry up." Seeing Mo Zhihen pointing in Mu Fengchen's direction, Mo Sang immediately turned angry and fierce to Mo Zhihen.

Mo Zhihen also glanced at him speechlessly, picked up the sword, and turned to leave.