Abusive text substitutes to cultivate ruthless way

How complex and changeable the language of the human race is, a single word can have tens of hundreds of meanings, which makes people dizzy. With Mu Zhi's small head, he is still not proficient in most of the words.

Therefore, he doesn't know how long this "re-talk" will be.

Is it one day, two days, or one month, two months?

Mu Zhi tilted his head and thought for a while, but he didn't come up with an answer, so he didn't hide it, and asked openly: "Xianzun, how long is it 'to talk'?"

Gu Lingyun's footsteps paused, his side face was shrouded in dim light, dim and unclear, as if he was thinking about how to answer this question.

Mu Zhi followed lightly, still asking with full expectation: "Is it tomorrow?"

Gu Lingyun's voice was calm, as if he was talking about other people's affairs, without any movement: "The contract ceremony is a very important matter, and it cannot be completed in a day or two."

Mu Zhi half understood: "Oh...will it take a long time?"

Gu Lingyun did not deny this statement: "Yes."

It takes a long time to form a Taoist couple.

Mu Zhi blinked his eyes. In his perception, every time the sun rises and sets, it is a day, and the process of the moon from full to waning is a month. As for a long time...

He thought of the longest time in his mind: "A long time—does it take so long for spring to come?"

The spring of Changming Peak is short and far away.

There are still four months left before the arrival of spring.

Gu Lingyun didn't want to explain too much, just said: "Almost."

Mu Zhi knew the meaning of "almost", so he naively thought that as soon as spring came, he could form a Taoist couple with the person he liked.

As soon as he imagined such a picture, his steps became brisk, and his cheeks were flushed under the reflection of the stove, and he said in an ethereal and expectant tone: "That, that is really great."

Mu Zhi was immersed in her own fantasy, and did not notice the indifference and perfunctory of the man beside her.

"So, I really like spring." Mu Zhi sat on the lawn, chatting with his new friend Xianhe.

Mu Zhi seems to have endless words, but fortunately, his voice is clear and sweet, even if he keeps talking, it won't make people feel bored.

He talked a lot, and he could confide everything to Xianhe.

Changming Peak is so desolate, there is not even a plane tree, if it is in Wutong Township, the newlyweds would build their nests on the plane tree.

I really want to spend more time with Xianzun, but Xianzun seems to be very busy.

Also, I hope the injury of Xianzun's younger brother will heal soon, so that he can sing unscrupulously.

……

However, it is spring that is mentioned the most.

In Mu Zhi's view, spring is a beautiful season.

All things are reborn, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant.

And, the most important thing is - Mu Zhi's tone is excited: "When spring comes, I can become a Taoist couple with Xianzun!"

After a series of words, Mu Zhi came back to his senses, and bit the corner of his lips in embarrassment: "Uncle Xianhe, am I talking too much?"

The crane stretches its graceful neck, and the transverse bone in its throat has not yet been refined, so it cannot speak human words.Its black bean-like eyes were filled with the wisdom and tolerance of an elder, and it looked at Mu Zhi lovingly.

Mu Zhi's voice became softer, his fingers were entangled, and he said in a low voice: "But... I don't even have anyone to talk to on Changming Peak."

For Yaozu, Mu Zhi has just grown up, innocent and ignorant, pure ignorance.

For Gu Lingyun, he traveled thousands of miles away from his hometown to this strange place, where there are no sycamore trees and no friends.

Changming Peak is deserted and lonely, with gusts of wind and snow.

Immortal Venerable Changming has a great reputation, and few people dare to set foot here.And Gu Lingyun is very busy, he is busy helping his junior brother to heal his injuries, and he is busy managing the affairs of the sect... These days, Mu Zhi has only been accompanied by a cleaning boy.

Xiao Tong and Mu Zhi didn't get along well or badly, but Mu Zhi always felt that Xiao Tong looked at him with some indescribable emotions.

If he knew a little more about the language of the human race, he would know that it was contempt and disdain.

Seeing Mu Zhi's lonely expression, the crane stretched out its snow-white wings, and patted Mu Zhi's shoulder lightly, as if to comfort him.

Mu Zhi came back to his senses, and brushed off all these unhappy things: "Uncle Xianhe, you must come on the day of the bond formation ceremony!"

Xianhe nodded reservedly.

After sweeping away the gloom, Mu Zhi became happy again. He put his arms around Xianhe's neck: "Uncle Xianhe, take me out for a stroll."

Mu Zhi's cultivation base is low, and he is very reluctant to even ride the clouds and fog. For him, Changming Peak is like a cold birdcage, trapping him in it and making it difficult to move.

But fortunately, Uncle Xianhe took him out.

The crane did not refuse Mu Zhi's request, spread its wings, and took off into the sky with a light shake.

Accompanied by a clear cry, a beautiful and elegant white shadow surrounded the clouds.

The height is not cold.

Mu Zhi shivered against the cold wind, he lowered his head and looked down, the mountains and rivers below were covered with a thick layer of snow.In high places, everything becomes so small.

Birds are born to belong to the sky, Mu Zhi didn't feel afraid, only full of joy.

He stretched out his hand, and a light cloud flowed through his fingers. His heart was full of emotion, and he wanted to find a way to vent it.

Mu Zhi wanted to sing again.

But as soon as he uttered a short syllable, he thought of what Gu Lingyun said.

No singing.

Junior brother Lu's injury has not healed, so he needs to rest.

Mu Zhi carefully hid his happiness, looked left and right, and said like a bell: "Such a high place, others shouldn't be able to hear it, right?"

The crane let out a low cry.

Mu Zhi chuckled secretly: "Uncle Xianhe also thinks it's right?"

So he opened his arms to welcome the cold wind and warm sun, and sang gracefully under the vast sky.

The lingering sound is curling, mellow and melodious.

The singing was swaying, and at the same time, the crane fluttered away, gradually leaving the cold mountains and rivers, and came to a valley.

The place is covered with green shade and lush vegetation. Birds are attracted here, passing through the forest, dancing around the branches.

Mu Zhi's eyes widened: "Uncle Xianhe, what is this place?"

The crane leads the way.

Mu Zhi followed, walked through the woods, and after walking a certain distance, he saw a small seedling.

"It's a sycamore tree!" Mu Zhi's eyes widened.

Wutong was born in the south.

However, Changming Peak is located in the northern region, so it is not suitable for the growth of vegetation at all.

So this sycamore sapling looks thin and small, even the leaves are withered and yellow. It has just grown to Muzhi's calf, and it seems that it will fall when the wind blows.

Mu Zhi walked over quickly, touched the branches of the sycamore tree, and sighed: "It's so pitiful."

The sycamore tree stood there quietly.

Mu Zhi stuck it up, and seemed to be able to understand the inner voice of the sycamore tree through the rough bark. He said softly: "I will take you to Changming Peak, okay? I will take good care of you, when spring comes , you can grow taller and bigger."

"At that time, I will build a beautiful nest on your body, and invite the immortal to live with you."

The plane tree trembled again.

Knowing that he agreed, Mu Zhi pursed his lips and smiled, and stretched out Bai Shengsheng's finger.

A mass of golden-red aura surged at the fingertips, enveloping the small sycamore sapling and pulling it out of the soil.

Seeing Mu Zhi's behavior, Xianhe had some doubts in his eyes.

Mu Zhi exhausted his spiritual power, his face was a little pale, but he was full of energy: "I want to plant this on Changming Peak."

Crane tilted his head.

Will Immortal Master Changming agree?

Mu Zhi also tilted his head: "Of course I will agree." He was triumphant, "Because the immortal likes me."

Xianhe expressed his thoughts with his eyes: Really?

Mu Zhi said it very seriously: "Of course it's true, otherwise, why would Xianzun form a Taoist couple with me?"

The crane flapped its wings and said nothing more.

The crane flew back with Mu Zhi all the way. It was afraid of Changming Peak's lingering sword intent, so it didn't dare to approach, so it stopped at the periphery.

Mu Zhi carefully hugged the young sapling, jumped off the crane's back, and said politely, "Goodbye, Uncle Xianhe!"

The crane also waved its wings to bid farewell to this lovely little bird.

Mu Zhi walked back alone, but he didn't look lonely, but bounced around, leaving one small footprint after another on the snow.

Changming Peak is deserted and lonely, covered with ice and snow.

Mu Zhi wanted to find a place suitable for planting sycamore saplings. As he walked, he deviated from the original path and walked towards the back mountain unknowingly.

He didn't notice it at all and continued walking.

There are many mountains and rocks on both sides of the path. Walking in, the air-conditioning around gradually dissipates, replaced by yushuqionghua, gurgling water, and rising fairy air, just like a fairyland.

Mu Zhiha breathed a sigh of relief, feeling his whole body warmed up, and couldn't help sighing: "It turns out that Changming Peak also has such a warm place."

There should be a formation here, and it took an unknown amount of spirit stones to maintain such a scene of four seasons like spring and gentle breeze in the ice and snow.

Mu Zhi likes this place.

The flowers and trees here grow luxuriantly, and the sun is also warm.

But he looked down at himself, he was in a mess, holding a small plane tree sapling in his arms, the cuffs and the corners of his clothes were stained with mud.It is out of tune with the beautiful scenery in front of me, like an untimely intruder.

Mu Zhi moved his toes, for fear that the dirt on his body would stain the path paved with white jade.

It's better to get out of here quickly.

Just when he was about to turn around and return the same way, he suddenly heard a sound coming from the front.

"...Brother, you blame me. If it wasn't for me, why would you be so aggrieved." The voice was gentle and weak, with a deep sense of self-blame.

Mu Zhi's footsteps stopped.

This is Changming Peak.

The only one who can be called senior brother is... Gu Lingyun.In this way, the person who spoke should be Lu Shanyue.

Mu Zhi had never met Lu Shanyue before, but when he heard that the sweeping boy had mentioned him, he couldn't help being curious, and walked over involuntarily.

The mountains and rocks in front of him dissipated, and it suddenly became clear.

Ponds are in full bloom, and koi are wandering.Going along the waves, you can see a beautiful hexagonal pavilion in it.

Mu Zhi saw Gu Lingyun at a glance, he stood upright like a sharp sword.

Sitting next to him should be his junior brother Lu Shanyue.

Lu Shanyue's body was frail, and she was a veritable sick beauty. He just sat there, his black hair drooping like a waterfall, and his every move was delicate and fragile like glass, which made people want to be cared for unconsciously.

Mu Zhi stared blankly, thinking: He is really good-looking.

Lu Shanyue and Gu Lingyun were talking about something.

Lu Shanyue's body was weak, and he had to pause for a few sentences, probably when he got excited, he covered the corner of his mouth and coughed: "Brother, I have dragged you down all these years."

Gu Lingyun's figure was shrouded in the shade of the tree, and his expression could not be seen clearly, but his voice could be heard softening: "You and my brother, there is no need to be like this."

"But..." Lu Shanyue said anxiously, "If senior brother didn't want to save me, he wouldn't have to become a Taoist partner with a demon clan that he doesn't like. Now that the rumors are raging in the outside world, I really feel guilty."

"It's just a drop of phoenix blood...the ceremony of making the bond has not yet been held, even if you go back on your word, there is still time to make up for the little bird demon's fate with some spirit stones in the future."

Before Gu Lingyun could respond, there was a "clang" sound from the corner.