Abusive text substitutes to cultivate ruthless way

The branches rattled.

Mu Zhi turned his head and saw a stranger he had never seen before.

The man was tall and tall, wearing a moon-white robe and a hair crown, looking like a gentleman.

He walked up quickly, and during the walk, the right sleeve was empty, as if... without a right hand.

Mu Zhi's gaze narrowed slightly, and he felt that this person's face was strange, but there was a sense of familiarity for no reason.

The man raised his head and stared straight at Mu Zhi, so excited that he couldn't even speak.

Mu Zhi frowned slightly. When he swept across the man's severed arm, he seemed to feel something. Memory fragments flashed through his mind, and he asked tentatively, "Uncle Xianhe...?"

The man became more and more excited: "It's me, Mu Zhi, I thought I'd never see you again!"

Mu Zhi jumped down from the sycamore branch.

The crane wanted to reach out to pick it up, but his fingers only touched the leaves of the sycamore tree falling in the wind, and Mu Zhi had already stood firmly on the ground.

Seeing this scene, Xian He felt lost, and murmured: "You have grown up..."

Mu Zhi had one hand hanging by his side, the feather coat on his shoulders was a little disheveled by the wind, his eyes fell on the rocks in the distance, and after a while, he said: "After all, a hundred years have passed."

Xianhe was a little restrained: "Yes, a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye."

A hundred years in a hurry.

For monks, it is neither too long nor too short.

Some people practice in secluded cultivation, and it is over as soon as they close their eyes and open them, but for some people, no matter how many years pass, they will not be able to get out of this siege.

Xian He's expression became more and more complicated: "You..." He hesitated to speak, "Have you seen Changming Immortal?"

Mu Zhi was startled: "I've seen it."

Not only have I seen it, but I have experienced it.

But Mu Zhi didn't mention it to Xianhe, but gently led him over with a few words.

What has passed, there is no need to mention it again.

Seeing this, the crane didn't say anything more.He looked at the sycamore tree in front of him, and mentioned the past with nostalgia: "In the past, you always liked to sit on the sycamore tree and sing, and you often asked me to fly you out of Changming Peak for a walk..."

At that time, Mu Zhi was innocent, naive and cute, as long as he was given a little bit of sweetness, he would be happy for a long time.

Twittering all day, no worries, let alone worries.

But now Mu Zhi has become a stranger.

Xianhe glanced quietly.

Mu Zhi stood there calmly, the light and shadow passed through the leaves of the sycamore tree, turning into fine golden light and falling on his cheeks.His brows and eyebrows are still as delicate and delicate as before, but upon closer inspection, he reveals an indifference that repulses others thousands of miles away.

Xian He couldn't help becoming worried: "Mu Zhi, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Zhi woke up from the memories of the past, but couldn't hear what Xianhe asked: "...what?"

Xianhe's gaze was gentle, and he asked, "Why did you change so much, did something happen during the period?"

Mu Zhi subconsciously stretched out his hand to brush his cheek, and said to himself, "Has it changed a lot?"

Xianhe: "You were not like this before."

Mu Zhi's eyelashes flickered for a moment, covering up the strange expression: "After a hundred years, it will naturally change." He didn't want to mention this matter again, so he changed the topic, "Uncle Xianhe, you have gone through another What?"

Xianhe sighed softly: "After that incident, I fell into a deep sleep."

Both of them knew what "that one" thing was.

Xianhe skipped over lightly: "When I woke up again, Changming Immortal gave me a Transformation Pill, allowing me to transform into a shape and guard Changming Peak."

For monsters, transformation is an extremely difficult threshold. A monster that can transform into a human form is either possessed of blood power or talented.

The crane can't reach any of them, so it can only become the spirit beast of Xianmen.

Xianhe recounted what he had experienced without any complaints.

Mu Zhi listened carefully, and couldn't help interrupting: "Don't you hate it?"

Xianhe was puzzled: "Hate?"

Mu Zhi's gaze landed on the crane's empty right shoulder, and he pointed it out: "Your wings."

The crane is gentle and elegant, with a slight smile, he seems to swallow all the sufferings, without showing the slightest: "Every gain is bound to be a loss, I have this opportunity to take shape, how can I not be angry?"

Mu Zhi wanted to say something else: "Back then, I was the one who got you in trouble."

Xianhe said calmly: "How can I blame you?" He obviously has a low level of cultivation, but he seems to have seen through the world, "Everything is destined, it is better to let it go than to be depressed."

Mu Zhi lost his mind for a moment: "Uncle Xianhe... I can't let go."

He seems to have returned to a hundred years ago, no matter what happened, he would confide to the gentle Uncle Xianhe.

And Uncle Xianhe would gently hug him into his arms with his wings, listening quietly and earnestly.

The same is true now, as if nothing has changed.

Mu Zhi confided in his heart, and said softly: "But I still can't let go."

If he let go, he would not practice the way of ruthlessness.

It is precisely because he can't let go that he paralyzes himself with the ruthless way.

"I've changed a lot." Mu Zhi looked down at his fingers, "Even I feel strange."

"—I took revenge on them."

"Dug out Lu Shanyue's golden core, cut off Li Siyuan's arm, and killed..."

He choked up and couldn't continue speaking.

Xian He put his palm on Mu Zhi's shoulder, and patted it lightly, as if to comfort him.

Mu Zhi: "Uncle Xianhe, have I become very bad?"

Xian He didn't even hesitate: "No." His tone was sure, "It's not your fault, Mu Zhi."

Mu Zhi's lips moved: "Really?"

Xian He nodded: "Really." His warm eyes gave Mu Zhi a burst of strength, "If I had the ability, I would choose to take revenge."

Mu Zhi never mentioned his thoughts to others.

His heart is too soft.

Even if it is to take revenge on those who have hurt him, he will hesitate.

Xian He repeated again: "It's not your fault." He paused, "But..."

The conversation turned.

Mu Zhi couldn't help but raise his heart.

Xianhe said softly: "Don't hate Xianzun too much - let alone because of me."

Xianhe didn't know anything about other things, and thought everything was caused by him.In this way, it is unavoidable to feel guilty.

Mu Zhi was taken aback for a moment: "Why?"

Xianhe: "Xianzun's character is like this. Those things back then were all done in accordance with the rules and regulations, and he was not partial."

"After the matter is over, the Immortal Venerable also compensated me, which is not a big mistake, and you don't have to worry about it."

"Also, the immortals have also..."

Xianhe has guarded Changming Peak for a hundred years, and is the only one who has witnessed Gu Lingyun's torment day and night.He watched helplessly as the desolate and aloof immortal became obsessed day by day, and couldn't let go of it.

Xianhe said, "He regretted it."

During these hundred years, Gu Lingyun has been locked in a prison, and he refuses to get out.

He has nightmares every night and cannot forget Mu Zhi, and often sits under the plane tree in a daze for countless days and nights.

He picked up the dilapidated bird's nest, built it with his own hands, and decorated it with precious stones, waiting for the day when Mu Zhi could come back.

Mu Zhi listened quietly until Xian He finished speaking.

In fact, after such a long time, no matter how clear the love and hate are, they have faded and are no longer clear.

He said, "It's too late, Xianzun... is dead."

Xian He was stunned, and before he had time to ask, he heard Mu Zhi say, "I killed it."

The Changming Peak was cold and windy, and the wind and snow were falling, and a sword energy could be seen vaguely surrounding the surroundings, as if the Changming Immortal had never left.

Xianhe's eyes were complicated, and he couldn't say a word.

After Mu Zhi finished speaking, he breathed a sigh of relief as if he had lifted a heavy burden.He said, "I am no longer the Muzhi I used to be."

A silence.

Mu Zhi bid farewell to the crane, and walked alone on the top of Changming Peak, the snow fell in his hair, as if his head had turned white with frost.

He stood up against the sky, looked down, and had a panoramic view of everything.

Changming Peak was still deserted, standing there quietly, no matter how many people came and went, it didn't change at all.

Mu Zhi came to Changming Peak because of Gu Lingyun's "inheritance", but he didn't take anything except a sycamore tree.

Looking at the Changming Peak covered in frost and snow at this moment, he had a thought, and a cluster of golden-red phoenix flames wrapped around his fingertips.

Now that Changming Immortal Venerable is not around, Changming Peak will naturally be taken over by the Immortal Sect, and will be distributed to the next Immortal Venerable in the future.

In this way, the last trace of Immortal Venerable Changming will be erased, and no one in the world will remember the existence of such a person.

Thinking of such a picture, Mu Zhi's heart ached.

With a light wave of his right hand, the flame turned into a stream of light, surrounding the top of Changming Peak, like a phoenix fluttering its wings.

Indistinctly, a cry sounded, followed by a shock of sword energy.

Unexpectedly, the sword energy left on the Changming Peak did not repel the Phoenix Fire, and the two were intertwined and harmonious.

Mu Zhi stared at it for a moment, then finally turned and left.

After running around, Muzhi returned to Wutong Township.After returning, the first thing he did was to plant the sycamore tree.

Logically speaking, Wutong Township is warm and humid, which is suitable for the growth of plane trees, but the strange thing is that this plane tree is getting haggard day by day, as if it doesn't adapt to the water and soil here.

Mu Zhi looked at the withered and yellow leaves, thoughtfully.

The sycamore tree can't speak, but it is telling the yearning for Changming Peak.

The climate of Changming Peak is extremely cold, and not a single blade of grass grows, but with careful care, the sycamore trees grow so luxuriantly.

Mu Zhi stroked the rough tree trunk, and suddenly thought of Gu Lingyun again.

Before he died, Gu Lingyun once said, forget about him.

He also said, cultivate the way of ruthlessness well.

The more Ke Muzhi wanted to forget, the more he couldn't forget.

Mu Zhi was finally able to admit that he couldn't forget Gu Lingyun.

He's just so soft-hearted, so useless.Even if you practice the ruthless way, you can't forget all this.

Mu Zhi closed his eyes.

If there hadn't been what happened to Dong Mo, perhaps over time, he would always be able to cultivate the ruthless way, to have no desires or desires, and to let go of everything in the past.

But Gu Lingyun refused to let him go, and chased him all the way to Dongmo.

If Gu Lingyun only wanted to break his ruthless way, that would be fine, but Gu Lingyun used his own life to help him ruthlessly.

It was so profound and heavy, how could Mu Zhi forget it?

Mu Zhi pressed his fingers hard, his knuckles turned white, and whispered to himself: "It's a good move to retreat..."