Legend of Maple

Variety.Unexpectedly, have you slept for ten years?It seems that the damage caused by being touched by that Suohunyin is still very serious... It's just that I don't know what happened in the past ten years.It seems that I still have to ask the book spirit.

Thinking about it this way, Mo Feng began to greet the book soul in his consciousness, and he said, "Book soul, have I really slept for ten years? Do you know what happened in these ten years?"

A crisp child's voice sounded: "How do I know, I was sleeping when you were sleeping, I don't know. Besides, I have never had a sense of time."

Hearing that Mo Feng frowned, he said: "So, you can only exist in my primordial spirit and cannot come out, so you don't know night and day?"

After listening to Mo Feng's words, the soul of the book pouted in his consciousness, looking like he was about to cry, and said, "Do you think I don't want to come out? If you didn't force him to eat him, why would he stay in this boring place?" What? Stinky wood, you hate me the most. I hate you, hate you..." As he spoke, the book spirit started to cry.

Hearing the crying, Mo Feng was not as aggressive as before, Mo Feng said: "If I remove you from the primordial spirit, will it hurt you?"

When Shuhun heard this, he immediately stopped crying, and he yelled: "Stinky wood, are you going to kill me? You know that I can only survive in your soul. Once I can't be protected by your soul, I will It will be beaten back to its original shape and become a dead book again. I don’t want it, I don’t want it, I don’t want it. You can’t change your mind if you have a rotten wood. If you have a beautiful woman, you forget the dross that shares weal and woe. If you are like this, you want this, you want In this way, I will, I will, I will...!!" The book soul said "I will" for a long time, but did not say why...

Listening to his incoherent narration, Mo Feng couldn't help frowning, and said, "Don't bark."

The soul of the book is here, no longer speak.

"Can you tell what he is?" Mo Feng asked Qinglian.Because Mo Feng couldn't believe that Qing Lian was really a mortal without any spiritual power and true energy.If it's just a mortal, how can it survive in such a place? If it's just a mortal, how can it have such a pure and spiritual temperament, just like a fallen immortal?

The soul of the book said, "He is a human being, a mortal who is subject to birth, old age, sickness and death. But it's very strange. I can feel a vast and ancient atmosphere in him. It's a strange feeling."

"Boundless ancient atmosphere?..." Mo Feng whispered.

It seems that he is not as simple as he looks on the surface, Mo Feng secretly thought in his heart.

While Mo Feng was thinking, the smell of food wafted in.Immediately afterwards, Qinglian walked in with some steaming food.

Mo Feng looked up and saw that the meals were very simple, they were all mountain game and side dishes.He hadn't tasted the fireworks in the world for ten years, smelling the smell of rice, Mo Feng felt a sense of hunger.

Qinglian put the food on the table, then smiled and said, "Eat, I just made it. By the way, you don't need to wash up. I have already washed up for you this morning."

Mo Feng nodded, walked to the table, and sat on the chair.When he got up, he looked at the clothes on his body, and found that it was a light blue one, which was very clean.

After sleeping for 10 years, I don't know what it will look like, Mo Feng secretly thought in his heart.

The meal time was quiet, Mo Feng didn't speak, and Qinglian didn't speak either, the two of them remained silent all the time.

After eating, Qinglian tidied up and went out, Mo Feng also got up and went outside.

It was only when Mo Feng got outside that he realized that this place was in a deep valley, covered by a thick layer of mist, and he couldn't see the situation above.But the scene in the valley is very clear.

"It seems that this is the bottom of the cliff." Mo Feng murmured.

"Yes, this is the bottom of the valley. I don't know how high it is from the top. I tried to go out, but I couldn't get out." Qinglian's voice came from behind.

For this Qinglian, for some reason, Mo Feng couldn't put his guard down on him.

Perhaps, this is a relationship that has been silent for ten years?Mo Feng secretly thought.

"How long have you lived here." Mo Feng asked casually.

Qing Lian smiled slightly, and he came to Mo Feng's side, and replied softly: "I don't know, I only know that I have been living here alone since I woke up. You are the first person I saw One of the same kind. From the day you came, I started counting the time. So, I know you have been with me for ten years."

Don't have years?Are you alone?So, who are you?And who imprisoned you here?Mo Feng looked straight ahead and whispered in his heart.

Speaking of captivity, it was Mo Feng who discovered that the formation of the entire valley was by no means accidental, but a god-locking array arranged artificially.Even if it is the God-locking Formation and is trapped by the God-locking Formation, it shows that the identity of this man is by no means simple.However, why is it just sleepy, not obliterated?What is the root cause of this?Mo Feng really couldn't figure it out.

Ten years of time, ten years of blankness, thinking of the person who returned three years later, thinking of the seductive man's love for him that seemed real and fake, Mo Feng only felt a faint melancholy pervade his heart.

Mo Feng, wake up, don't indulge in emotions and desires anymore.You still have a lot to do, your brother is still waiting for your reunion.You can't just lose yourself like this... What you have to do now is not to lament the spring and autumn, but to calm down and practice well in this isolated valley.On the day when you become a master, break through this space, and then pursue new mysteries, find the correct way to open the gate of time and space, and then travel through various planes to find your brother...

As for those people, let’s wait for the day when your cultivation base is great…

Meditate... Meditate... Meditate...

Mo Feng was thinking in his heart, and his heart slowly calmed down.

Qinglian stared at Mo Feng staring into the distance, wondering what he was thinking.However, something in his eyes is a very familiar love...

Ten years of getting along, ten years of companionship, more than 3000 days and nights, from being lonely alone to being accompanied by someone silently, all kinds of feelings in this are only known by Qinglian.

Maybe it's loneliness?Maybe it's loneliness?That's why you got interested?Qinglian doesn't know.He only knew that from the moment he picked up the man in front of him, his peaceful heart was disturbed by a feeling he had never experienced before.

Take care of him, talk to him every day, wipe his body, change his clothes, feed him spirit dew, hold him to sleep at night... even watch him grow up, and then lie on his strong chest Take a nap... All of this has already become a habit that Qinglian can't get rid of.

For ten years, this habit is like a poison that corrodes people's hearts. It has already corroded Qinglian's whole heart and soul...

But, who knows, just as Mo Feng woke up and was standing quietly in the deep valley, on the cliff, a man in a lavender shirt with white hair and enchanting was trying his best to fall down. cliff……

However, he tried many times, but each time he had to fly down from the cliff and return to the cliff because of lack of strength.After going back and forth several times, his body was already stained with blood, but he didn't realize it, and still relentlessly wanted to go down to the bottom of the cliff...

However, God was not moved by his persistence, what greeted him was failure after failure...

Flying back from the cliff for the last time, the white-haired man put his hands on his chest and took two steps back. With a 'poof' sound, a mouthful of scarlet blood spewed out from his mouth. He looked forward desperately...slowly...slowly Kneeling slowly on the ground...

A call out, dissolved in the cold wind...

Mo Feng...

Mo Dao lovesickness!One hundred years

Lovesickness is sweet, lovesickness is bitter, there is no way lovesickness means... Jun farewell...

Since Mo Feng woke up that day, after he figured out everything, he thanked Qing Lian, and then sank into the bottom of the cold pool where he fell, closed his eyes and cleared his mind, and began to practice hard.

As for Qinglian, from the moment Mo Feng sank into the bottom of the cold pool, he built a wooden house beside the cold pool, watched the cold pool day and night, and silently accompanied Mo Feng.

There is no time in the mountains, and there is no difference between day and night in practice. Time passes quietly like this, and 200 years have passed in a blink of an eye.

On this day, at noon, the sky was clear and the warm wind was blowing gently. After eating lunch as usual, Qing Lian picked up a book of refining medicine left by Mo Feng to watch.Just as his mind was immersed in the wonderful alchemy in the book, a strong fluctuation suddenly came from above the deep valley.

Qing Lian looked up, but found that the clear sky was gone, the breeze was restless, and the deep valley was covered with blood-red clouds.The blood-colored cloud was rushing and rolling like a flood and a beast, with a breath of destruction, it rushed straight down in an instant, and hit the mist above the deep valley.

Qinglian clearly saw that the frightening blood-colored clouds were blocked by a thin layer of white mist.Afterwards, the blood-colored cloud suddenly changed in the blink of an eye, with black lightning flickering in it, crackling non-stop! !Tumbling, converging, rolling again, compressing, and finally, converging into two bolts of red and black lightning about the thickness of a bucket.

The clouds continued to roll, and the lightning roared crazily. The sound resounded through the heaven and earth, shaking Qinglian dizzily, and 'Peng' fell to the ground with a bang.

However, just as Qinglian fell to the ground, the two black and red lightning bolts rushed down again and hit the clouds.However, this time the clouds and the terrifying lightning still did not penetrate the thin layer of white mist and were blocked by the white mist.

With one blow, two bolts of lightning.When the third time formed, the lightning had already become three bolts, thicker than a bucket, through the white mist, knowing that the lightning could not penetrate, Qing Lian was still shocked by the earth-shattering aura The blood is boiling, it is difficult to suppress