Abusive text substitutes to cultivate ruthless way

Mu Zhi was taken aback for a moment: "In the future...?"

Dong Qiong said naturally: "Yeah, I will take good care of you." His eyes were sincere, like stars, clean and sincere, "I promised you - you will not forget everything, right?"

Mu Zhi tried hard to recall, and finally found a blurry picture in his mind.

The sycamore tree has dense branches and leaves.

A bird's nest was built on top of it, and two fluffy little birds were huddled together, one was golden red, the other was golden yellow, both palm-sized and fluffy.

The two little birds chirped and said they were tired, so they snuggled together and fell asleep.

Mu Zhi finally remembered.

Dong Qiong, like him, is a bird hatched by the demon king.

Two chicks grow out of their shells from the same nest, and grow together from baby birds waiting to be fed to full-fledged adults.

But one day later, Dong Qiong left Wutong Township and went to Dongmo to carry out blood power. It took a hundred years in a blink of an eye, and he just came back now.

No wonder Mu Zhi didn't remember it.

Dong Qiong leaned over, shaking the braids on the side of his face: "Have you remembered?" His eyes were shining, like a puppy waiting for praise, "I haven't even forgotten you, and I even helped you find it." The spiritual fruit that heals wounds."

A smile appeared on the corner of Mu Zhi's lips: "Thank you."

Dong Qiong frowned, with a little suspicion in his eyes, and asked, "Mu Zhi, why have you become so strange?"

Mu Zhi asked back, "What's so strange?"

Dong Qiong touched his chin, and following the movement, the gold ring on his wrist jingled: "I can't say it, it's just..." He gestured for a long time, but he didn't come up with a specific description, and finally he only choked out a sentence , "It's just weird! Did something happen?"

Mu Zhi lowered his eyelids and said nothing.

A hundred years have passed, and after so much experience, naturally many things have become different.

He didn't want to tell Dong Qiong about the past, so he had no choice but to respond with silence.

Fortunately, Dong Qiong didn't ask, and even helped to find an excuse: "It must be because you are sick, and when you recover, it will become the same as before." He pointed to the spiritual fruit in Mu Zhi's arms, " If it’s not enough, I’ll look for it again.”

Mu Zhi's lips moved, and he thanked again: "That's enough, thank you."

Dong Qiong put his arms around Mu Zhi's shoulders, and put his arms around Mu Zhi's shoulders, "Who is with you, me or you? You also mentioned the word 'thank you', don't forget, when you were young, you always followed my ass, saying To be with me forever."

Mu Zhi chuckled lightly, but didn't take it seriously.

Before Nirvana, Mu Zhi's appearance was invisible, from the outside, he was just the most ordinary little bird.He is born weak and grows slowly, he can't even compare to a bird whose shell has been hatched, and he can't even fly stably.

And Dong Qiong's body was flowing with the blood of the ancient Golden Crow, and his body was strong, so he naturally took care of Mu Zhi more.

And what "a lifetime" is all ignorant nonsense when I was a child.

Can't be true.

Dong Qiong said a few words, and said with concern: "Go and heal your injuries first."

Mu Zhi gave a "hmm" and walked into the sycamore forest with the spiritual fruit in his arms.

Where he couldn't see, Dong Qiong's eyes dimmed, and all the smiles on his face faded, as if he had changed into a vicious and paranoid look.

He whispered: "Eternal Bright Immortal...is that so?"

at the same time.

in secret.

Immortal Master Changming and Lu Shanyue disappeared under the cliff, while Li Siyuan was seriously injured with a broken arm and depressed. At this time, the disciples of Changming Peak were leaderless and did not know what to do.

Seeing that the sky was about to change, they were as anxious as ants on a hot pan.

"How good is that."

"I have sent voice transmissions to Elder Lu several times, but there is no response."

"Could something happen..."

Just when the disciples were about to go down to the bottom of the cliff to find out, the thick fog that lingered in front of them slowly parted, and a figure could be seen walking slowly from the cliff.

The person came with a straight figure and a stern face, as if a thin layer of frost had condensed in the pupils of the eyes, making people afraid to look directly at them.

After he walked in, he could see scarlet blood on his chest, as if he had been seriously injured.

The disciples were overjoyed at first, and then shocked.

"Immortal Venerable!"

"Xianzun, why are you injured?"

"Who did it?"

As soon as the disciples saw Gu Lingyun, they found the backbone, and they rushed forward one by one, showing concern.

Only Li Siyuan stayed where he was, with his head down, his expression difficult to discern.

Gu Lingyun ignored it and walked forward on his own, as if he didn't see these disciples standing in front of him.

The disciples looked at each other, seeing Gu Lingyun approaching, they had no choice but to push away one by one to make way.

Just when Gu Lingyun was about to leave the cliff, a courageous disciple stood up and asked cautiously, "Sir, where is Elder Lu?"

Hearing the words "Elder Lu", Gu Lingyun finally had some reaction, he stopped and looked over.

The disciple who asked the question was glanced at, and suddenly his whole body felt cold, and he couldn't even understand: "Xianzun..."

Gu Lingyun said hoarsely: "Dead."

The disciple looked in disbelief: "Dead, dead!? How is it possible!"

There was an uproar.

"Who did it?"

"It must be that demon clan! When he came out, he was still stained with blood."

"That demon clan is really hateful and hateful. He killed Elder Lu and even cut off an arm of Senior Brother Li. No wonder he was about to run away in such a hurry."

Listening to the voice, Gu Lingyun's eyes showed a little light.He looked around and finally settled on one point.

Li Siyuan's face was slumped, his right arm was empty, and he could no longer look energetic.

Gu Lingyun swept over lightly, and asked, "Man, where did you go?"

It was none other than Mu Zhi who asked.

The disciple froze for a moment, but still pointed out the direction.

Gu Lingyun didn't say anything else, just walked in that direction.

When passing by Li Siyuan, he raised his head in a daze: "That's not Mu Zhi, no!"

Gu Lingyun froze.

Li Siyuan's eyes were dim, and he looked crazy: "He is not Mu Zhi, he is here for revenge! Immortal, he wants to take revenge on us!" He pointed to his empty right shoulder, "Immortal, my arm It was cut off by him, and he will kill you!"

Gu Lingyun's face was indifferent and indifferent.

If Mu Zhi really wanted to kill him, then do it.

Whatever happened, he deserved it.

Gu Lingyun walked past Li Siyuan, and after a while, his figure disappeared from sight.

Only Li Siyuan was left crying and laughing, chanting over and over again.

"That's not Muzhi."

"no……"

Wutong Township is like spring all the year round, and there are so many branches of sycamore trees all over the mountains and plains, looking from a distance, it looks like a cloud of fire.

Mu Zhi's nest was built on the tallest sycamore tree, and he lay prone in it, with spiritual energy surging around him, turning into a translucent cocoon, wrapping him in it.

The aura in the spiritual fruit is abundant, which not only repairs the flaws in the soul, but also raises the realm of cultivation by a small level.

Mu Zhi worked hard to digest the spiritual energy, and fell into a deep sleep. Several days passed, but there was no sign of waking up.

He is dreaming.

The dream is mottled and bizarre.

Mu Zhi doesn't remember most of the content, except for the last scene.

That was a hundred years ago, when he insisted on leaving Wutong Township and followed Gu Lingyun to Changming Peak.

The demon king said meaningfully: "This is the path you chose, don't regret it."

At that time, Mu Zhi said that he would never regret it.

But in the dream, he gave a completely different answer.

He said: "I don't want to part with Wutong Township, so I'd better not leave."

So Mu Zhi didn't leave.

He stayed in Wutong Township, did not experience the ice, snow and wind and frost of Changming Peak, and was still that happy and carefree little bird.

This scene was so beautiful that when Mu Zhi opened his eyes, he was still immersed in his dream and did not want to wake up.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was in a trance for a while, and he didn't know where he was for a while.His lips moved, as if he wanted to call someone, but he couldn't remember a single word when he said it.

The sun slanted down and was shattered by the branches and leaves of the sycamore tree. When it fell on Mu Zhi's cheek, only fine golden light remained.

He stared blankly at the sycamore leaves in the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

At this moment, there was a sudden "bang" in my ear.Then the hand sank, as if something had fallen from above.

Before Mu Zhi could look at it, he heard another rustling sound from above.

A furry head popped out.

Dong Qiong's smile was bright, like a little sun, he stretched out his hand and said, "Mu Zhi!"

He jumped down from the top of the sycamore tree, and landed lightly beside Mu Zhi, his body was nimble and agile, and he didn't even cause any tremors.

"Mu Zhi, are you feeling better?" Dong Qiong picked up the fruit on the side and sent it over like a treasure offering, "This is the fruit I picked, it's so sweet, try it."

Kindness is difficult.

Mu Zhi twisted a fruit and stuffed it into his mouth.

Dong Qiong stared at him: "Is it sweet?"

Mu Zhi nodded: "Sweet."

Dong Qiong stuffed it all over to Mu Zhi: "I'll give it all to you!"

Holding a bunch of bright red fruits, Mu Zhi was at a loss.

When he was young, he and Dong Qiong had a really good relationship, but now that so many years have passed, the two sides have not seen each other for a hundred years, so it is inevitable that they are a little strange.

And Dong Qiong's enthusiasm made him feel a little out of place.

Dong Qiong noticed Mu Zhi's strangeness, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and approached cautiously: "Mu Zhi, what's the matter with you?"

Mu Zhi came back to his senses: "Huh?"

Dong Qiong felt aggrieved: "We used to grow up in the same nest, we sang and danced together, you are like this now...do you hate me?"

Dong Qiong's face changed as soon as he said it. He was happy just now, but now his eyes were red, and he was about to cry.

Mu Zhi panicked: "I don't hate you."

Dong Qiong: "Really?"

Mu Zhi: "Really."

Dong Qiong still didn't quite believe it, and said with a low expression: "You must hate me, otherwise, you would have taken me to sing and dance in the woods long ago." As he spoke, he looked at Mu Zhi with wet eyes.

Mu Zhi really had no choice: "Okay... I'll just go with you."

Dong Qiong changed his face in a second, put away his grievance all at once, and became happy again: "Then let's go!"

Dong Qiong was in a hurry, dragged Mu Zhi to run in the forest, became emotional, and even changed into his original shape to shuttle between the clouds.

His singing voice is loud and clear, passing through the clouds, expressing the emotions in his heart.

Mu Zhi was sitting on a tree by the river, his feet dangling in the air and shaking slightly, maybe Dong Qiong's singing was so melodious that it made his throat itch.

However, he has not sung for too long, and he has forgotten how to make a beautiful singing voice.

Dong Qiong fell from mid-air and squatted beside Mu Zhi, without saying anything, just looking at him with encouraging eyes.

Mu Zhi's mood calmed down, he closed his eyes, and slowly opened his lips, trying to sing from his throat.

The sound at first was broken and out of tune.

But as time goes by, it can gradually produce a crisp and pleasant rhythm.

The sound was melodious, drifting through the sycamore forest.

The birds perched in the forest heard the song, stuck their heads out one by one, flapped their wings and gathered beside Mu Zhi, dancing to the rhythm.

When Mu Zhi opened his eyes, what he saw was this scene.

The birds jumped for joy, and spread their colorful wings, forming a picture scroll in the sky.It seems that in front of this, all the troubles and sorrows can be forgotten.

Mu Zhi really relaxed, a smile appeared on his face.

Dong Qiong looked at it for a while, then slowly leaned over, and said nostalgicly: "It's so good, Mu Zhi, I think of the past..."

"In the past, we also sang and danced like this, happily."

Mu Zhi's body froze, but he still didn't push Dong Qiong away, and gave a low "hmm".

The figures of the two leaned on each other, and the shadows reflected on the ground overlapped together, and in the eyes of others, they seemed so intimate.

Gu Lingyun watched from a distance without even blinking.

He watched Mu Zhi sing with his own eyes, and watched Mu Zhi behave intimately with other people.Before he knew it, the fingers hanging by his side clenched tightly, with such force that he didn't even realize that he had punctured his palm.

A strange emotion welled up in Gu Lingyun's heart.

It was as if a group of ants were constantly gnawing, the pain was not obvious, but it was long and dense, making it impossible to ignore.

The demon king was standing beside Gu Lingyun, still saying sarcastic words: "Look, Xianzun—I said that Mu Zhi is doing well now, now, do you believe it?"

Gu Lingyun was masochistic and didn't look away.

However, Dong Qiong turned his head and met Gu Lingyun's gaze.He grinned provocatively at the corners of his lips, then lowered his head and leaned closer.

It looked like she was kissing Muzhi's cheek.

click-

There was a soft sound from the cliff where Gu Lingyun was, and a stone that was as tall as a person on it cracked and turned into powder, which ceased to exist.

The demon king felt a little pity: "Immortal Venerable, why are you so angry with the stone..."

among the woods.

Facing Dong Qiong who suddenly approached, Mu Zhi looked away: "What are you doing..."

Dong Qiong withdrew his hand very naturally: "There was an annoying person looking at you just now, I don't want him to look at you."

Mu Zhi: "Who is it?"

While speaking, he turned his head, wanting to see the person Dongqiong was talking about.

Across the vast sycamore forest, what fell into his eyes was only the empty cliff.

But if you look carefully, there are cracks on the cliff, which are crumbling, as if...someone has vented their emotions on it.