Abusive text substitutes to cultivate ruthless way

Gu Lingyun looked at Mu Zhi who was close at hand.

do not be sad.

Everything is his fault.

Since you have chosen the path of ruthlessness, then walk on it well.

Gu Lingyun's voice gradually softened, almost to nothing, as if he had lost even the strength to speak.Over time, his pupils dilated and the light was hazy.

In fact, Gu Lingyun never thought that he would die, but unexpectedly, this kind of death didn't feel uncomfortable.

There is no pain, nor is it cold, just like being in an ocean, the sea water is gentle and lingering, gently swarming up.

A sense of sleepiness welled up.

Gu Lingyun's eyelids sank, and his consciousness was plunged into darkness.

very quiet.

It was so quiet that there was no sound.

Just when Gu Lingyun thought he was about to sleep forever in this eternal darkness, a ray of light suddenly burst out in front of him.

The light dispelled the darkness, and Gu Lingyun was still a little uncomfortable. It took a while before he got used to the sudden day.

The light and shadow intertwine, the white light fades away, and what appears in front of you is a continuous sycamore tree.The sycamore branches and leaves are luxuriant, burning like fire burning clouds.

In Gu Lingyun's impression, there is only one place with such a sycamore tree.

—— Wutong Township.

At this moment, the memories of the past flashed before Gu Lingyun's eyes like a revolving lantern.

The sycamore tree in Wutong Township.

The wind and snow on Changming Peak.

……

Of course, the most profound thing was Mu Zhi lying in front of the window, smiling at him, with joy in his eyes, and crisply shouted: "Xianzun."

Gu Lingyun seemed to have a feeling, and slowly turned his head to look, and met a pair of dark and bright eyes without any surprise.

The sycamore tree branch swayed, and the boy's eyes were wide open. He looked like a frightened bird, and his hair almost exploded.

He seemed a little flustered and wanted to find a place to hide, but he couldn't stand still and fell directly from the branch.

wow-

The leaves of sycamore trees are flying all over the sky.

Without even thinking about it, Gu Lingyun directly took the young man into his arms.

The boy's eyes were tightly closed with a look of fear on his face. After a while, he reacted belatedly and opened his eyes hesitantly.

After seeing Gu Lingyun, his face was full of surprise and joy, his eyes twinkled like a starry morning.

"You look good..." The boy's voice was clear and sweet. He seemed to have never known the word shy, and he said whatever came to mind, expressing his emotions unabashedly.

He said, "I like you."

Gu Lingyun's Adam's apple rolled up and down, each word contained deep emotions: "I like you too."

The young man smiled all over his face, and hugged Gu Lingyun: "You are so kind, I want to be with you forever."

Gu Lingyun was a little lost.

This picture is so vivid and real that people gradually forget everything, indulge in it, and never want to wake up.

"it is good."

He said.

in reality.

Mu Zhi looked down, Gu Lingyun's eyes were closed, his frowning brows were relaxed, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he had a good dream.

A gust of cold wind blew out of nowhere, bringing a little bit of chill.

Mu Zhi's eyebrows lit up, and when he looked up, bits of frost and snow fell one after another.It fell on the desert, and a thin layer of snow accumulated.

It snowed in the desert.

It's just that this snow came suddenly and went away quietly.

But in a blink of an eye, the ice and snow melted.

Mu Zhi's arms were empty, and Gu Lingyun had long since disappeared, as if... was taken away by this snowstorm.

He looked down at his hands, and for some reason, his heart felt empty.

The wind and sand dissipated.

Mu Zhi walked in the desert with one foot deep and the other shallow. He could obviously fly in the air using formulas, but he only walked with his legs.

He didn't feel tired, and he didn't know how long he had been walking.

From day to dusk.

From dusk to dawn.

Mu Zhifang didn't stop until the first rays of sunlight pierced the sky.he

Looking at the far east, the sunlight was a bit dazzling, causing crystal tears to appear from the corners of his eyes.

"I didn't cry." Mu Zhi blinked his eyelashes, and quickly suppressed the water, he said stubbornly, "I won't cry."

What's there to cry about?

It was Gu Lingyun who died.

And he cultivated the path of ruthlessness.

If you are ruthless, you must be ruthless and desireless.

How could it be possible to cry for such a little thing.

Mu Zhi rubbed the corners of his eyes vigorously, trying to look cold and heartless, but there was still a sparkle in his eyes, and he couldn't hide it no matter what.

Dong Qiong is dead.

Gu Lingyun also died.

These two people had their own ideas, arranged everything, and imposed what they thought was good on Mu Zhi, but never asked him how he felt.

Mu Zhi doesn't want such a "good".

Such "goodness" was too heavy for him to accept, let alone forget.

Mu Zhi faced the sunlight and walked forward with heavy steps, as if chasing the sunlight.

But with limited manpower, how can we catch up with a light?

Mu Zhi slowed down his pace, the scenery in front of him was no longer the same yellow sand, but a little bit of greenery appeared at the border of the desert, and the tumbleweeds blew past him one by one, making a rustling sound.

The sky suddenly appeared, separating the morning light and twilight.

suddenly see the light.

A gleam of light fell on Mu Zhi's cheeks, bringing a little warmth. Looking at such a scene, he seemed to be able to forget all his troubles.

A gust of wind blew, shaking his long crow-colored hair, and he opened his arms, as if he was going to ride the wind.

Mu Zhi took a step forward and jumped off the sand dune.

A moment later, a loud cry pierced the sky.

I saw the golden-red feathers swaying slightly, and the streamer of falling light was fragmented. After drawing a semicircle in mid-air, the wings spread, and finally caught up with the sunlight.

This is... Phoenix.

Mu Zhi originally wanted to go back to Wutong Township.

But after leaving Dongmo, he unknowingly set foot on the direction of Changming Peak.

After more than half a month, Mu Zhi came to Changming Peak again.

Changming Peak is cold and lonely, covered with snow and ice, even if a hundred years have passed, there is no change.

A golden red light flashed.

Mu Zhi stepped out of the flames, his long crow-blue hair raised, and he lightly stepped on the top of Changming Peak.

Frost and snow fell down and accumulated on his shoulders.

The scenery in front of me is so strange and familiar.

He didn't stay in Changming Peak for a long time, but every rock and every decoration here is what he remembered.

Mu Zhi originally thought that he would never set foot on Changming Peak again, but things were unpredictable, and when he came to Changming Peak again, it turned out to be like this.

Near nostalgia timid.

He thought of the word and hesitated to approach it.

After a long time, he tentatively took a step and walked towards the place where he used to live.

Changming Peak has not been inhabited for a long time, a thick layer of snow has accumulated on the eaves, and long icicles fall, reflecting the cold light.Just looking at it from a distance gave a chill.

Mu Zhi didn't walk over immediately, but raised his right hand, throwing out a wave of evil spirit.

There is a formation on Changming Peak to prevent outsiders from approaching.If someone from Xiaoxiao's generation harbors evil intentions, the sword energy in the formation is enough to strangle anyone who comes on the spot.

Mu Zhi was about to break through the formation and then go in, but he didn't expect the evil spirit to enter it, the formation didn't even resist at all, instead it blended together like water dripping into the sea.

creak-

The door opened automatically, as if inviting Mu Zhi to enter.

Mu Zhi realized something, his eyelashes trembled slightly, withdrew his demonic aura, lifted a corner of Yuyi, and walked in.

A faint fragrance of frost and snow blows towards the face.

Mu Zhi glanced lightly, and the furnishings of the room remained the same as before, without any change.

There is a soft quilt on the small bed by the window, which is covered by him when he usually takes a nap; on the table, there are some pine cone balls, which he picked up and played with in his spare time...

With a thought in Mu Zhi's mind, he opened the curtain in front of him and stepped into the room.

The same is true of the interior.

So many things, it seems that this hundred years does not exist, and he has only left for a short time, and will come back soon.

Mu Zhi brushed the curtain with his hand, and sat on the couch.Pushing open the window and looking out, you can see the jagged rocks and the clear and vast sky. Even the temperature brought by the cold wind blowing across the cheeks is the same as it was a hundred years ago.

On Changming Peak, the meaning of time seems to be lost.

One day, two days, one year, 100 years...it's all the same here.

Changming Peak seemed to be frozen in ice and snow, staying at this moment forever.

With mixed feelings in Mu Zhi's heart, he sighed softly.

He didn't stay here for too long, and before leaving, he closed the door on purpose.

There was a "creak".

The door of the room was closed, and the time of this class was also tightly locked inside.

Mu Zhi turned around and walked straight away without looking back.After passing through rocks, frost and snow, he finally saw a different color.

On the top of Changming Peak, there is also a sycamore tree planted.

In fact, Changming Peak's wind, frost and coldness are not suitable for the growth of sycamore trees. It was Muzhi who transplanted it back then, and used demon power to promote its growth.

After a hundred years, that bit of demon power should be used up.

Ke Muzhi approached the past, but saw that the sycamore tree was flourishing and growing vigorously. The canopy covered half of the sky, and it was more lush than a hundred years old.

Obviously, during these hundred years, someone has painstakingly cultivated the sycamore tree.

Who that person is, the answer is obvious.

Mu Zhi stood under the sycamore tree, reaching out to stroke the rough and uneven trunk.

The sycamore tree can't speak, and shakes its branches at this time, expressing joy.

The leaves of the sycamore tree fell gently, and one of them landed on Mu Zhi's shoulder.He turned his head and caught a glimpse of a flickering light out of the corner of his eye.

There is even a bird's nest on the branch of the plane tree.

Mu Zhi raised his hand, and the golden-red light flowed, supporting him to land on the branch.

The appearance of the bird's nest is not very delicate, the branches are intertwined and dotted with gemstones of various colors, but it is thoughtful.

Mu Zhi stretched out his hand, and his fingertips landed on the edge of the bird's nest.

He recognized at a glance that this bird's nest was made by himself back then.

It's just that something happened before it was finished, causing the bird's nest to be destroyed.

Unexpectedly, Gu Lingyun picked up the bird's nest, re-weaved it, and put bright gems on it.

Mu Zhi pursed the corners of her lips, and looked away.

what's the point?

When he was concerned, Gu Lingyun threw away the shoes.

When Gu Lingyun repented, he didn't care anymore.

Mu Zhi's fingers clenched tightly, and then slowly loosened.

Forget it.

It doesn't make sense to say this now.

Mu Zhi was about to destroy the bird's nest when he suddenly heard a sound in his ear.

"Muzhi..." The voice was cautious, as if confirming, "Is it you?"