Abusive text substitutes to cultivate ruthless way

The disciples surrounded him, armed with weapons, staring at Muzhi with suspicious or defensive expressions on their faces.

"What did you do down there?"

"Where is Elder Lu?"

"What happened to the other disciples now?"

A voice of questioning sounded.

Although there is no conclusion, but in their eyes, Mu Zhi has already been regarded as a murderer.

Mu Zhi stood on the edge of the cliff, his jaw raised slightly.

In the cold wind, the tail of his crow-blue hair swayed, showing that the outline of his side face was exquisite and indifferent, without a trace of waves.

The white sparrow hid behind and poked its head out to take a look.Facing a group of menacing disciples, he pulled the corner of La Muzhi's clothes with some fear, and said in a low voice: "Is there some misunderstanding?" He still retained a little naivety, "Just make it clear. ?”

The smile on Mu Zhi's lips became colder, and he said softly, "I don't want to say it."

In the past, like Baique, he always had some stupid and naive thoughts about these people.When faced with this situation, they will always just panic and defend, putting all their hopes on the trust and pity of others.

useless.

If prayers and tears are used, what do we need swords for?

After being hurt so many times, he would never have such stupid thoughts again.

So... If you want to doubt, then doubt it.

After getting no answer from Mu Zhi, the disciples clenched their weapons and approached step by step.It seemed that they wanted to capture Mu Zhi first, and then make plans.

Mu Zhi sensed their intentions and took a step forward, firmly blocking the white sparrow behind him.

The sun slanted down.

The feather coat on his body is hunting, and the feathers are shining brightly.

The sword is drawn, and it is on the verge of fire.

Just when the two sides were about to confront each other, a voice rang out and cut straight into it: "Stop!"

The disciples paused, turned their heads one after another, and looked towards the place where the sound came from.

With a long sword on his back, Li Siyuan walked out from behind the crowd with great strides, and ordered with a serious face, "You all step back first."

The disciples hesitated: "Brother Li!"

"Elder Xianzun and Elder Lu haven't come up yet, and the situation is still unclear, so we can't let him go so easily!"

"That's right, there are still bloodstains on this person's body, so the suspicion is very high..."

Mu Zhi raised his right hand slightly.

The blood on the nails dried and left a mottled trail, but a sticky feeling remained on the fingertips.

Whose blood is it?

Gu Lingyun's?He forgot.

Li Siyuan also took a look and paused.Facing the doubts from his disciples, he still insisted on his point of view, and said sharply, "Everyone back down!"

Among the disciples who came out this time, apart from Changming Xianzun and Lu Shanyue, Li Siyuan had the highest status.Therefore, even though the disciple was unwilling, he still put away his sword and retreated to the side.

After a while, only Li Siyuan, Mu Zhi and Bai Que were left on the edge of the cliff.

There was a sudden gust of wind.

The mist in the cliff rises up in strands, lingering around, making it hard to see clearly.

Li Siyuan stared at the figure not far away, hesitated to speak: "Mu Zhi."

Mu Zhi raised his head slowly.

Li Siyuan's throat was dry and he couldn't speak: "You... are you okay?"

Mu Zhi's eyelashes flickered, as if he was a little puzzled, wondering why Li Siyuan would ask such a question.

Li Siyuan took a step forward subconsciously: "Mu Zhi, I have never forgotten you for so many years." He paused, "What happened in the disciple hall..."

Mu Zhi let out a soft "ah".

Li Siyuan was silent for a moment, looked to one side, and continued: "I was still young back then, and I didn't know so much about human relationships. What happened back then... was my fault."

"Muzhi, I should believe you."

Mu Zhi's voice almost drifted into the wind: "It doesn't matter anymore."

Li Siyuan smiled covertly, and changed the subject: "Mu Zhi, did something happen under the cliff?"

Mu Zhi's eyes flashed.

Li Siyuan said quickly: "I don't doubt you, I believe in you! You will not harm Immortal Master Changming and Elder Lu."

Mu Zhi hooked the corners of his lips, and said meaningfully: "Really?"

Li Siyuan nodded.

In his memory, Mu Zhi was still that well-behaved and pitiful young man, even if he was misunderstood, he was only secretly wronged by himself.

No matter what, it will not hurt others.

In order to show his determination, Li Siyuan said seriously: "This time, no matter what, I will believe you this time."

Mu Zhi raised his eyes and looked over.

Finally someone believed him.

But...he didn't need other people's trust for a long time.

Mu Zhi seemed to sigh, but he didn't seem to: "What can you do if you trust me?"

Li Siyuan opened his mouth: "I...you..." He hesitated for a long time before saying, "Mu Zhi, can you forgive me?"

Back then in the disciple hall, in order to teach Mu Zhi a lesson, Li Siyuan personally gave him the pastries that had been infected with gu.

The Gu worm stole Mu Zhi's voice, making him unable to sing again.

It was not until a long time later that Li Siyuan realized that those speculations about Mu Zhi were all groundless, he did nothing, and he never targeted Lu Shanyue.

On the contrary, Lu Shanyue is not as beautiful as Jiyue looks like.

For this reason, Li Siyuan has been brooding over this matter, feeling guilty and even hindering his mood.

Seeing Mu Zhi again now, if he is forgiven, he can easily solve this flaw in his mood.

As long as a simple apology is enough, why not do it.

Li Siyuan looked at Mu Zhi expectantly.

Mu Zhi's gaze focused, as if he had seen through Li Siyuan's thoughts: "Forgive?"

Li Siyuan hurriedly said: "Yes, you and I were young and ignorant back then, and we did something wrong, and now I know it's wrong. Mu Zhi, please forgive me."

Mu Zhi nodded lightly: "Okay."

Li Siyuan's wish came true, and he couldn't help being overjoyed.

Sure enough, Mu Zhi was still the same as before, innocent and kind, and... a bit stupid.

But it's enough to get forgiveness, and he doesn't have to feel guilty about it anymore.

In fact, it's nothing, it's not that it just stole the singing, and it's not that I can't talk anymore, so I don't have to worry about it...

Just when Li Siyuan's expression relaxed, he heard a cool voice coming from his ear: "For me, singing is a very important thing."

Li Siyuan came back to his senses, with obvious disdain on his face, but he still agreed: "Yes, I know..."

The smile on Mu Zhi's face cooled down: "So, you know."

Li Siyuan didn't notice it at all, and was still persuading: "Mu Zhi, it's been so long, even if you can't sing, you should get used to it. You don't have to always dwell on the past, you should look forward."

Mu Zhi was thoughtful: "You are right."

In all fairness, what Li Siyuan said made sense—if he wasn't the one who lost his voice and could no longer sing, then he would feel the same way.

It was precisely because Li Siyuan had never lost anything important that he was able to speak sarcastic remarks so rationally and clearly.

Li Siyuan said happily: "It's great that you can feel that way..."

Before the words finished, Mu Zhi said coolly, "Then I'll take away an important thing from you as well."

Li Siyuan's voice stopped abruptly, as if he couldn't understand what Mu Zhi said, he asked hesitantly, "Mu Zhi, what are you talking about?"

Mu Zhi ignored it, but said to himself: "What is the most important thing to you?" His eyes flicked, "Voice? You don't need to sing, it shouldn't be; eyes? You can sing without eyes. Seeing things with external force..."

Mu Zhi's eyes fell, and his tone became brisk: "You are a sword cultivator. To you, the most important thing is the sword, right?"

Li Siyuan swallowed, but still had a glimmer of hope: "Mu Zhi, you're joking, right?"

Mu Zhi answered absent-mindedly: "Yes."

Li Siyuan breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good..."

It's just that Li Siyuan's breath was too early, Mu Zhi's face changed suddenly, and he said coldly: "Then take your right hand holding the sword."

Before Li Siyuan had time to react, a golden light flashed in front of his eyes, and then there was a "boom" in his ear, and something fell to the ground.

Looking down, there was a complete arm lying among the rubble, fingers still grasping at random in the air.

Li Siyuan stiffened his neck, turned his head slowly, and saw that the right shoulder was empty, leaving only a bloody section.

"what--"

A piercing scream sounded.

Mu Zhi turned his face in distaste.

Li Siyuan looked pained, clutched his shoulders, and knelt on the ground.

Mu Zhi showed pity: "It hurts, right?"

Li Siyuan was unable to answer this question at this time.

But Mu Zhi didn't need to get a response, he lowered his head and said high above: "However, it hurts for a while now, and it will be fine after a while. Wait a decade or a hundred, and you will get used to it without your right hand."

He reassured, "You don't have to always dwell on the past, you should look forward."

Now it was Li Siyuan who was deprived of important things, he could no longer maintain a calm state of mind, resentment, remorse and pain intertwined together, forming a distorted and terrifying face.

"Why did you do this to me, why?!"

Mu Zhi said quite innocently: "I just repaid what you did to me back then." He asked knowingly, "Why, did you finally feel the pain?"

Li Siyuan was panting heavily and couldn't even utter a word.

He is a sword cultivator, and now he has lost his right hand holding the sword. Even if he is reborn from a broken limb in the future, his cultivation will still be damaged, and he will no longer be as handy as before.

Why do this to him?

Is it because he made Mu Zhi unable to sing?But... that's just not being able to sing, it's no big deal!

Mu Zhi lowered his hands, and the feather coat on his body shook slightly, like ripples in water.He walked past Li Siyuan, suddenly thought of something, turned around and said, "I didn't do anything bad before, but you all didn't believe me; but now you finally trust me once, but I don't want to be a good person anymore. ’ His smile was wacky, ‘I really did something bad.’

Li Siyuan met Mu Zhi's smile, shaking like chaff, and his voice trembled: "You are not Mu Zhi, you are not Mu Zhi!"

Mu Zhi tilted his head, vaguely still seeing the innocence of the past: "No, I'm Mu Zhi, don't you recognize me?"

"No, you're not, you're not—" Li Siyuan repeated back and forth, unwilling to accept everything in front of him.

Mu Zhi didn't want to be entangled any longer, and with a wave of his hand, the fog cleared in front of him, and a spacious road appeared.

Walking up to face, beams of sunlight fell on the body, like a layer of golden light flowing.

He left everything in the past far behind, without looking back.

Mu Zhi walked out for a long time, and didn't stop until he left the secret realm.He looked ahead and asked, "Bai Que, do you think I'm bad?"

This question is a bit complicated for Bai Que. After thinking for a while with his head down, he answered honestly: "Zhizhi, I don't understand."

He gestured, "At first I thought those people were good people. They brought me to you and gave me beautiful stones. But why did they suddenly become so fierce?"

"Also, at first I thought Zhizhi was a little scary, but after hearing what you said, I felt that they deserved it."

Bai Que's eyebrows were wrinkled, looking like a steamed stuffed bun: "It's too complicated, I don't understand."

Mu Zhi lightly touched the top of Bai Que's head: "You don't need to understand."

The white bird looked up: "Why?"

Mu Zhi: "You just need to know not to be bullied by others, and that's fine."

Bai Que seemed to understand but half understood: "But why do you ask others to bully me?"

Mu Zhi flexed his fingers and flicked the white sparrow's head.

The white bird ate a pain, and covered its head: "Zhizhi!"

Mu Zhi asked, "Does it hurt?"

Bai Que burst into tears: "It hurts."

Mu Zhi: "As long as you feel pain, you are being bullied."

Bai Que draws inferences: "Zhizhi, you bully me!"

Mu Zhi glanced at him: "Who made you stupid?"

Baique wanted to refute, but couldn't find any reason to refute, so he could only swallow tears in aggrieved manner.

After walking for a while, the white sparrow asked abruptly: "That branch, can you still sing now?"

Mu Zhi was taken aback.

Baique said cautiously: "That person said, your voice is broken..."

Mu Zhi: "It's ready."

Bai Que was really happy: "That's really great."

Mu Zhi also smiled.

After Nirvana, all the damage was gone, and the stolen voice was restored, but...he didn't want to sing anymore.

The body has recovered, but the state of mind can never return to the past.

He was no longer the carefree little bird who sang at the slightest pleasure.

After all, something is different.

Mu Zhi let out a sigh of relief: "Okay, let's go."

The white sparrow asked, "Where are you going?"

Mu Zhi: "Go back to Wutong Township."

Mu Zhi and Bai Que returned to Wutong Township.

As soon as I went back, I saw the long-awaited demon king.

The demon king stood under the sycamore tree and asked, "Mu Zhi, go out for a trip, how did you get it?"

Mu Zhi touched the tip of his nose and said, "I'm not very lucky, I didn't find anything."

It cannot be said that nothing was gained.

At least, take advantage of this opportunity to settle some previous grievances.

But there is no need to let the demon king know about these, so as not to worry him.

Mu Zhi walked over with two or three sentences: "When I went to the secret realm, the elixir had already been taken by others, so I don't know if there is any other way to repair the soul."

Mu Zhi originally thought that the demon king would be worried, but he didn't expect to hear the demon king laughing loudly as soon as he finished speaking.

He was puzzled: "The demon king?"

The demon king clasped his hands together: "You don't need to look for it, the elixir is here." He stretched out his hand and flicked it, a demonic aura gushed out, and an elegant wooden box appeared in his hand.

click-

The wooden box was turned over, and the rich spiritual energy rushed towards the face. When the spiritual energy dissipated, one could see a crystal clear fruit lying in it, and the breath was exactly the same as the elixir in the secret realm.

Mu Zhi: "This is...?"

Demon King: "This is the elixir that was taken first."

Mu Zhi was even more puzzled.

Since it was already taken away by others, why did it appear in the hands of the Demon King?

The demon king came slowly: "This elixir, someone came to give you a special trip."

Mu Zhi lived in Wutong Township since he was a child, and he only came into contact with some birds. Later, when he went to Changming Peak, he didn't know anyone.

For a moment, he couldn't think of who would send it.

The demon king didn't say who it was, but just stuffed the wooden box into Mu Zhi's arms: "You will know who it is later."

Mu Zhi wanted to ask more questions, but suddenly he heard a loud bird cry. He turned his head and saw a golden figure falling from mid-air, splitting the sky in two like an arrow feather.

The golden light, like a meteor, fell heavily on the ground and turned into a figure.

"Mu Zhi!"

The man smiled, showing his white and neat teeth.His skin is wheat-colored, the hair on the side of the ear is braided into a strand, and a golden-red feather hangs below it, shaking it as he walks.

In addition to these, his neck, wrists, and ankles are dotted with gold rings, which are dazzling.

Mu Zhi couldn't recognize it for a while: "You..."

"I'm Dong Qiong!" The man came up to him blah, "Have you forgotten me? I haven't forgotten you!"

Dong Qiong was very familiar with himself, and said carelessly: "Mu Zhi, why have you lost so much weight? I heard that you were injured, so I went to get the elixir for you, and it won't hurt anymore." The speed of her speech was so fast that Mu Zhi didn't have a chance to speak, "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely raise you up for nothing in the future!"

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