The Devil is My White Moonlight

Mu Xiyun stayed at Tianji Peak, and the disciples of Tianji Peak came to greet their new companions one after another.According to what Elder Mo said, he explained to everyone one by one.The disciples of Tianji Peak are used to seeing new disciples coming and going, so they are not surprised. Although this new junior brother looks a bit weak, but has soft brows and eyes, and a gentle attitude, he really likes it.

In the morning, Mu Xiyun took morning classes with others to study medical theory, and practiced sword alone in the afternoon.

Mu Xiyun is naturally familiar with the basic skills of Moyun Mountain. After practicing the sword for a few days, he has re-proficient in the shape of the sword. There has been a small success faintly.

One day when I was meditating under the plum tree in the back mountain, there seemed to be a strange movement in the sea of ​​consciousness, a small force was swimming in the meridians, slowly gathering the scattered spiritual power in the body, and gathering together small by small.Mu Xiyun carefully followed that force, guiding the collected spiritual power to the sea of ​​consciousness, slowly rotating and gathering.

The golden sky is slanting to the west, and the warm winter sun shines on the face through the shadow of the plum tree, just like that day...

With a thought in Mu Xiyun's mind, the spiritual energy in the sea of ​​consciousness suddenly accelerated, and the power to gather the true energy slammed into her heart.

In an instant, Mu Xiyun's spiritual consciousness soared into the air and floated out of her body.

He saw the misty mountains in the distance, surrounded by mist; the setting sun in the west radiated warm light, and shone on the plum trees one by one; Looking at the details of all the flowers, it seems that I only saw a plum blossom swaying in the wind.

This experience was only for a short moment, and Mu Xiyun's spiritual consciousness was pulled back into her body suddenly. It was like a strong wind was blowing all around, and the spiritual energy in the mountains surged towards her body like waves, rushing through the meridians, filling the sea of ​​consciousness, Spinning rapidly like a vortex, getting faster and faster, the spiritual energy is strongly squeezed in, as if to burst the sea of ​​consciousness.

A petal was dropped by the breeze, fluttering.

With a long howl, Mu Xiyun suddenly drew her sword in her hand, and stabbed at the petal with the sword. Before the sword reached, the petal flew forward as if blown by the breeze.The sword rises again, like a playful bird, chasing after the petal, but there is always a distance between them.In the end, Mu Xiyun swept across with his sword, and the sword energy gushed out. The plum tree moved in the wind, and a tree of flowers floated down, and the people under the tree fell head and body.

"Concentrate your mind, form the seal, and collect your spirit into the sea!" Mo Zhiqi had come to Mu Xiyun's side at some point, and shouted.

Mu Xiyun formed the Dharma seal with her hands, and once again sat down in the lotus under the plum tree, she had already settled down.

Mu Xiyun didn't open her eyes until the sky was completely dark and the stars were shining brightly.

"That's right, I didn't expect you to make a breakthrough so soon! In just half a month, you have already broken through the Qi training realm and directly established a foundation." Mo Zhiqi sighed: "As expected of being the chief of Moyun Mountain 50 years ago."

Mo Zhiqi grabbed his wrist and probed his pulse intently: "It's not bad, I can feel that your soul and body have merged a little more. It should feel more comfortable than before."

"Yes, thank you Elder for your guidance today."

"It's nothing, today is New Year's Eve, I just wanted to ask you to have a New Year's Eve dinner together, but I didn't expect to catch up with your breakthrough."

"New Year's Eve dinner?" Mu Xiyun felt embarrassed, "I'm really sorry for delaying your reunion with your disciples."

"What's the matter?" Mo Zhiqi laughed, "I'm more happy that you have made progress. Let's go, let's go to the cafeteria together. Today we all have to watch the year and go to the lively scene together."

"Okay." Mu Xiyun followed with a smile.

The dining hall was bustling with activity. Those whose families were not far from the foot of the mountain had gone home for the New Year. The disciples on Tianji Peak only sat at two tables. Mother cooks and stir-fries two side dishes that Mo Zhiqi likes, and serves them hot.

Seeing Mu Xiyun's introverted spirit and slightly brightened face, the disciples with higher cultivation bases in the peak knew that he must have made a breakthrough tonight, so they also came over with a smile to congratulate.Mu Xiyun thanked them one by one.The dining hall was full of laughter and laughter, just like Tianliang Peak back then.

After a while, the banquet was over, and there was no need to observe the rules of the house tonight. The disciples were carrying wine and tea, chatting here and there to watch the new year. Some people even lit a big bonfire on the martial arts platform by the mountain.

The crowd was talking and laughing, and some people were scurrying around in the crowd. It was rare to be so lively on the mountain.

Mo Zhiqi took out a jug of wine and two wine glasses from the elder's room, and handed one to Mu Xiyun.

"It's cold outside, come and have a drink with me. I heard that you used to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk."

"Oh, don't tell me the elder, it was all messing around when I was young." Mu Xiyun said modestly.

In the Tianliang Peak back then, the elder Li Yao was a drunkard and ranger, and his disciples had been under the influence of it for a long time, so they could drink better than the disciples of other peaks.Every year on New Year's Eve, it is the main battlefield for the disciples of Tianliang Peak.Every year, people are drunk by them and become paralyzed under the table, suffering from hangover and amnesia.

But that so-called thousand-cup non-drunk was at the foot of the mountain. Mu Xiyun was dragged into the battle group by her seniors, and without saying a word, she did the best "Spring Breeze Drunk" in the five altars, and became famous in one battle.

The two sat on the stone chairs outside the dining hall, holding wine glasses in their hands, looking at the laughing Tianji Peak disciples in the distance, chatting without saying a word.

"You were brought up the mountain by Li Yao, right?"

"Well, my family was poor when I was young. My elder brother has already started to learn art and can subsidize the family. My parents have a younger brother who needs to be taken care of." Mu Xiyun's voice was soft, with a hint of self-mockery: "I'm just a ten-and-a-half-year-old boy. Big boy, it’s the most annoying time. The family can’t get rid of the pot, so I’m thinking about finding someone to take me to the big city, looking for a job as a servant apprentice or something like that.”

I remember that back then, he was so afraid that he trembled and refused to leave, and was knocked to the ground by a slap from his teeth.

"Master just passed by at that time. Seeing this situation, he gave the man Yazi some money and took me away. In the next six months, I followed him to many places. I didn't go up the mountain until I was 11 years old."

"For me," Mu Xiyun said with a smile, "Moyun Mountain is my home."

The night wind blew, and the laughter and few words of the Tianji Peak disciples wafted in.

"Master, Master," Ge Liang, the youngest disciple of Tianji Peak, suddenly ran over, followed by three or five people, "Senior Brother Gu just told me about the battle in Moyuan 50 years ago. Rescue him? Can't even master master?"

Mo Zhiqi rubbed his nose in embarrassment, took a secret look at Mu Xiyun, and replied to his apprentice: "There is no way to do it, the spiritual power of a cultivator is full of spiritual power, which can be used for fighting, and it has also become the support of life. The process of dissipating spiritual power will cause great damage to the body, just like a house that is suddenly shattered from the inside, without its beams and pillars, how can it not collapse?"

Ge Liang nodded disappointedly. "That traitor in Southwest Witch Doctor Valley is really abominable!!! If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't have lost two heroes in the mountains!" The little face was flushed with anger, "What happened to that devil?"

"Go, go, don't disturb the master, the brother still doesn't believe what he said!" Gu Weijie, the storyteller, led the little brother to a distance, and the voice came: "Of course it is to take the magic crystal, destroy the devil's body, and burn it to death!" Ashes, souls scattered, no trace left!"

Mu Xiyun paused with the hand holding the wine glass.

Is that so?

In the dead of night these past few days, he repeatedly searched for the last memory.I only remember that in the end, the blood-red eyes returned to their true colors, and the voice of shouting was sincere and eager. He should have got rid of the sudden evil energy and returned to his original appearance.But, but, what would happen to him like that?

People are so unwilling to face reality.Without definite news, he could imagine that that person might be locked up now and where the town is.

Fifty years is not a short time, but it is not enough to consume the life of a monk. Maybe we will have a chance to see him in the future, maybe I can ask my master to rescue him.

Or maybe he died back then, re-entered reincarnation, entrusted himself to a good man's house, and lived his life in peace and happiness.

Or maybe... maybe...

Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, it seems that as long as there is such a thought, that person will still be in this world, and there is still a chance to redeem everything.

All thoughts were wiped out in that sentence.

"The soul is gone, and there is no trace!"

His body was as cold as frost, and he trembled unconsciously, but his head was a little dizzy, and everything around him was blurred and unreal.Mu Xiyun put down her wine glass, and heard herself say to Mo Zhiqi in a trance: "The disciple is too strong to drink, elder, please sit down, I will go back first." Before Mo Zhiqi could respond, he got up and walked away.

Mo Zhiqi looked at his thin and thin back and sighed.I don't know exactly what happened back then, and I am afraid that only the person involved will know what kind of grievances and grievances there are.

Mu Xiyun was in a daze, and when she came back to her senses, she was already under the plum tree where she practiced in the afternoon.

It is said that part of my body came from this plum tree, but no one knew that 50 years ago, a part of my life was also related to this plum tree.

In a daze, Mu Xiyun seemed to see that boy again, facing the setting sun, leaning against the plum tree, smiling at him.

Outside Fumo Town.

A kitten with black round spots on a yellow background looked at the sparrows on the tree. Its round jade-like brown eyes lasted for a moment, and its pupils became two thin lines due to the sunlight. Its little furry paws lay on the window of the carriage. On the fence, the tail flicked back and forth, leisurely.

In the carriage, a young man in black was lying on the bed, staring at the roof of the carriage.

This man has a handsome face with deep brows and eyes, with a little feature of the Western Regions.Under the sunlight, the golden light around the eyes flashed away.

A voice came from outside the car: "Cousin, come down for dinner."

The young man in black slowly got up, reached out and picked up the kitten from the window, and got out of the car lazily.

Standing on the ground, when the sun shines, I feel dizzy for a while.

"Hey, be careful!" Sister-in-law Chen, who was cooking, rushed to help her up. The child was handsome, but his body was too thin, and his pale face made his eyes like black jade. It was really pitiful.

"Master Zhang, where are you going?" Sister-in-law Chen asked the older young man with the food.

"Oh, just call me Zhang Jinjin. My cousin and I are going to Nanping."

"Nanping!" Chen, the leader of the caravan, sighed, "It's a thousand miles away!"

"Oh, there's no way!" Zhang Jinjin sighed, and then said softly: "My cousin's family was hit by a disaster, his parents died in the landslide, he was weak, and he didn't have much money to make a living. My father felt sorry for my sister's early death, Just let me take him, deal with some business along the way, and go back to Nanping together."

Uncle Zhao filled half a bowl of rice, and the vegetable store piled it up, and handed it to Zhang Jinjin: "Eat quickly, be careful if you eat cold, you will have a stomachache. Follow our car to Yiyun Town, and if you go by yourself, it will not be far away." Already!"

"Okay, thank you uncle."

Yiyun Town... The young man in black hugged the kitten and returned to the car, leaning against the wall of the car in a daze.

The horse neighed, the carriage shook slightly, and the caravan set off again.

Zhang Jinjin got into the carriage and sat on the soft bed beside the Nuan Road, when the young man in black asked lazily, "What story did you make up to deceive people? I was so moved that my aunt gave you double servings of food." , I’m exhausted from eating.”

"Oh, you are just like that," Zhang Jinjin sighed, "you will complain about treating you well. If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have dug you out of Fumo Mountain."

"Regret?" The young man squinted at him, "It's too late to bury me now."

"Forget it, it took me so much precious medicinal materials and spells to turn you from a pile of ashes into a human. Is it easy for me? I, Gu! Qing! Bridge!"

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The author has something to say:

small theater:

Gu Qingqiao: Alas, it's not easy, I who live in memory finally made my debut.Why so slow?

Author: I'm afraid you'll steal Ah Yun's role!How about I add some more for you?

Gu Qingqiao: Forget it, forget it, my Ah Yun is more important!