The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

As the night fog filled the mountain path, the young master who was walking on the steps disappeared.

The Hehuan Sect disciples gathered at the foot of the mountain path couldn't track him with their eyes, and after guarding under the steps for a while, they finally dispersed.

Entering the mist, although you can't see two steps away, you don't have to worry about falling on the steps and damaging your image. Instead, Chu Yiyang is more relaxed than before.

No matter how long the steps are, there will always be a time to walk them to the end. For him, it takes a total of [-] steps to walk from the bottom of the steps to the end.

Following the faint sound of a golden bell in the night fog, a snow-white foot stepped out of the thick fog.

Chu Yiyang came out of the fog, his body still seemed to be covered with wet fog.

Standing on the last step, looking at the cold and deserted palace in front of him, and at the four words inscribed on the dusty and cobwebbed plaque, he narrowed his eyes:

"Chang'e should regret stealing the elixir, Bihai Qingtian is heartbroken every night..."

Chang'e, who stole the elixir, looked back at the mortal world from the moon palace, regretting her mistakes countless times, but looking at the "blue sea and blue sky" at the highest place among the palaces of Hehuanzong, Chu Yiyang somewhat understood the two things. similarities between them.

Withdrawing his gaze, he walked forward, walked through the path that no one had cleaned up for many years, and walked into the deserted palace overgrown with weeds and frozen everywhere, and saw a huge bright moon standing on the highest position of the peaks, as if Put this cold palace in the middle of the month.

For a moment, he stopped in the empty and lonely deserted garden.

Earlier, when Chu Yiyang stopped at the end of the steps, he read a poem.

Now that he stops here, the system subconsciously thinks that he has to recite poems again, but as a result, the man in plain white clothes and bare feet standing in the garden looks at the extraordinarily huge bright moon here for a moment, but then sneezes .

"..."

"a little cold."

Chu Yiyang raised his hand and rubbed the goose bumps on his arms.

The Hehuanzong's formation is indeed amazing, and now he is completely a mortal without spiritual power.

Fortunately, when he was in the cave before, he didn't have much cultivation. He had been around Beitang Hanye for a long time, so he was more resistant to such a temperature, otherwise he might not be able to stop a sneeze.

The system urged: "Find a room quickly."

Chu Yiyang glanced around and walked in a random direction. The golden bell on his left foot became the only sound in the cold air.

He asked, "Are you sure there are no servants here, and no one else?"

Now that he has no cultivation, no spiritual consciousness, he can't even check the surrounding situation, but the system's answer is to directly show him the floor plan of "blue sea and blue sky".

Seeing that there is indeed only one red dot representing himself in this deserted palace, Chu Yiyang walked a little more relaxed.

After climbing the [-] steps, all his spiritual power was eliminated, leaving only a mortal body. Although the raging power in his body was invalid, the wounds on his body were not healed either.

When someone is watching, he needs to straighten his back. Now that no one is watching, he can relax.

The bright moon shines on the withered grass leaves in the garden, where the white figure walks, his footprints are left on the bricks and stones, and there is a faint ringing of bells behind him.

He bypassed the empty halls with old and broken doors and broken windows, and finally found an empty side hall in the corner with intact doors and windows that could withstand the cold wind from the mountain.

Chu Yiyang stopped, pushed the door and walked in.

The moonlight shone in, illuminating the dust on the ground that had been swept up by the air current.

The person standing outside the door looked at the furnishings inside, and saw that although the screen and the gauze curtain were broken, the tables, chairs and beds were still in good condition.

"good."

Chu Yiyang put down his hands and walked in, the wound on his waist started to ache again because of this movement.

He didn't even frown.

The little uncle blocked most of the attacks for him, but the whip still landed on his side waist, all the way up obliquely, and spread to the left shoulder blade. There was no bleeding because the flesh and blood on the edge of the wound had been burned. burnt.

Pushing away the sundries piled up on the bed, Chu Yiyang was choked by the raised dust and coughed, so he had to raise his hand to block in front of him.

Covered by these things, the dust on the bed is not too much, and it can be cleaned by sweeping it, but the problem is that the bedding placed on it is already broken, and it will be broken when you reach out for it.

He straightened up, looked at the wooden bed that was still solid after so many years, and thought of the injury on his side and waist, it was really inappropriate to just lie down like this.

Then, the door that had just been closed in the side hall opened again.

Seeing that he was not staying in the empty palace sheltered from the wind, and was about to go out, the system couldn't help asking, "Where are you going?"

"I'm a wounded person, so I can't just sleep on a hard bed, can I?"

Chu Yiyang replied.

When he passed by other empty palaces just now, he saw some thatch piled up on the ground in one palace, which was obviously used by a senior who was locked in before to keep out the cold.

No storage bags, no bedding, no clothes, that thatch will do.

Relying on his memory, he went back to the place he saw with a glimpse just now, Chu Yiyang pushed open the dilapidated door and walked in, looking at the thatched bed piled up on the ground for one person to lie on: "I found it."

He squatted down, pushed aside the dusty thatch on the top, and exposed the clean part underneath, picked up a bundle with open arms, and walked towards the side hall he had chosen.

A lot of thatch fell from his arms and fell on the path he walked. The grass stems on the pure black stone bricks seemed to be filled with spiritual light.

All kinds of doors, windows, bedding, and decorations in "Bi Hai Qing Tian" have been dilapidated due to the passage of time, but there is no such thatch, because this is not ordinary thatch, but a kind of futon commonly used in the cultivation world for monks to lay on it. The Ningxin Grass that has been settled down can not only clear the mind, but also has the effect of warming and nourishing, which can not rot for hundreds of years.

Chu Yiyang walked a few times before bringing back enough Ning Xincao, covering all the beds in the side hall.

He stretched out his hand to press the bed covered with Ning Xincao, and was satisfied with the softness, so he clapped his hands and said, "It's done."

Futons made of Ningxin grass are common, but it is not common to use so much to make a bed.

I don't know which important person from the previous generation of Hehuan Sect made a mistake, and he got rich by staying there.

It's just that even if the grass spread on the bed is some kind of rare natural treasure, it doesn't prevent it from still looking like a pile of thatch.

Seeing that he had closed the door, made the bed, and planned to lie down on it, the system quickly asked, "Are you going to sleep directly?"

"Yeah." Chu Yiyang found a position not to press the wound and lay down on the bed, facing inward, "I was grounded as soon as I came back, and now I don't have any spiritual power, so why don't you sleep? You can only sleep when you are full." Spirit."

The problem of where to sleep is solved, but I don't know if someone will come to deliver food while staying here.

If not, I will have to solve the problem of eating when I get up tomorrow.

He closed his eyes and leaned on one of his arms, the eyelashes like butterfly wings covered his eyes, and his face showed a calmness that he didn't intend to think about anything.

I originally said that I would have a good meal after leaving the cave, but now I am afraid that I will repeat the previous life. I just don’t know if there is a pool in the palace without even a ghost, and can I find edible fruits by the pool? .

Probably sensing his helplessness from these few words, the system didn't make any more sound.

Without any disturbance, Chu Yiyang fell asleep soon after lying on the pile of Ning Xin grass.

After an unknown amount of time, the bright moon shifted, and the moonlight shone in through the open window and shone on his face.

Chu Yiyang opened his eyes and noticed someone behind him, so he turned around vigilantly, and then saw the figure sitting by the bed.

The golden-red dress on her body fell to the ground like flowing sunlight, and Chu Yiyang's face was printed in her shallow eyes.

The moonlight shone on her face, making her look even less like a person in this world.

Seeing him waking up, the person sitting by the bed withdrew the soft jade hand that was caressing on top of his head, which seemed to be made of moonlight, and said softly, "Are you awake?"

Chu Yiyang supported himself to sit up, looked at the person who appeared in the "blue sea and blue sky" in the middle of the night, and called "mother".

The person who came was Ying Canghai, the patriarch of the Hehuan Sect.

When he was in Hehuanzong, Chu Yiyang didn't have a chance to meet her.

This is the first time he has had face-to-face contact with his current mother after transmigrating in.

The progress bar of the plot belonging to the Acacia Sect flickered in Chu Yiyang's field of vision, and the progress was fixed at 5%. Ying Canghai raised his right hand again, pressed his soft palm to his face, and his eyes flashed with distress.

Chu Yiyang lost her parents when she was very young.

Although he could remember things at that time, his impression of his mother had long been diluted by time.

He looked at the peerless beauty in front of him, and wondered if his younger brother Aye unconsciously bet on her with his yearning for his mother and the only vague impression he had when shaping the character of Ying Canghai.

Their mother is not as beautiful as the Suzerain of the Acacia Sect in front of her, but she completely fits Chu Yiyang's fantasy of the existence of "mother".

Seeing my child sleeping in this empty side hall, because he lost his spiritual power and turned into an ordinary person, so he huddled in fear of the cold in his sleep, and when he found himself coming, he looked at himself with such eyes again, should Cang Hai is really heartbroken.

Feeling the warmth of her palm away from the side of his face, Chu Yiyang subconsciously wanted to follow at first, but after he reacted, he stopped as if waking up from a dream, and heard the person in front of him say to him: "You beat your master!" A whip, mother is here to give you medicine, turn around."

"Yes."

Chu Yiyang turned around, with his back to her.

Ying Canghai had wound medicine in his hand, and watched his son unbutton his jacket in front of him, letting the clothes slide off his shoulders, exposing his fleshy and well-proportioned back.

The side hall was so quiet that a needle could be heard, she looked at the wound on his waist that extended below the shoulder blades, the elder sister's frightening whip, even if the aftermath spread to him, it left marks like divine punishment.

She couldn't bear to look more, so she said softly: "Mother will give you medicine, bear with it."

After speaking, he took the wound medicine, and his fingertips landed on the young man's back, and when the wound was touched, he shook.

But with his back to her, Ying Canghai couldn't see if there was a look of resentment on his face, but he could only hear him calling to herself in a low voice: "Mother."

Ying Canghai paused: "What's wrong?"

From the little baby who was wrapped in swaddling clothes and could be picked up with one arm, to the handsome young man he is today, he was depressed, and finally asked: "Is Master disappointed in me?"

As Chu Yiyang said, he suddenly remembered the old wounds on Beitang Hanye's body, wondering if there were wounds left on him by his biological mother at certain moments of overwhelming disappointment.

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The author has something to say:

8.9

Good guy, failed to check in before 12 o'clock

I saw several comments asking whether irrigation should be added or not, so how about adding [-] to [-]?

【It's definitely not going to be poured, I'm not afraid at all. 】

感谢在2021-08-2905:47:11~2021-08-3001:01:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 帔噫 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: yun., Lu 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：二九60瓶；果语54瓶；不挂金身、姜糖50瓶；Oswin30瓶；子不语18瓶；帔噫10瓶；天黑不开灯9瓶；沉舟侧畔千帆过8瓶；相易6瓶；闾五、41532483、~、爱i5瓶；yun.3瓶；

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!