Thousand-faced Demon Venerable online

"Beichen, you don't have to be so guarded against me. I just came here to congratulate you." Murong Qingran looked very haggard, and even Mo Beichen couldn't believe it when he looked at the blackness outside the peach blossom eyes, "You are all alone , there are not many relatives and friends—”

"Murong Qingran, even if I don't have any relatives, I won't miss you." Mo Beichen didn't soften his heart because of the other party's weakness.

"Beichen, I really let go. This time, I came here to meet Master and say goodbye to you." Murong Qing saw that Mo Beichen was about to leave, and reached out and grabbed Mo Beichen's sleeve.

"Fellow Taoist Murong, please respect yourself." Hao Qiushi stood on one side and stretched out his hand to stop Murong Qingran's movements.

The raised hand was finally retracted resentfully.

"Farewell? Where are you going?" Mo Beichen frowned and turned around.

"Go to a far away place, and I won't come back." Murong Qingran's eyes were full of desolation, "You don't have to be so guarded against me, if you don't believe me, you can swear to heaven."

Murong Qingran has a very deceptive face, but when he is overshadowed, your heart can't help trembling with him.

"Okay, then you swear to heaven." Mo Beichen's expression didn't change a bit.

"I, Murong Qingran, swear to the Dao of Heaven that the Dao Companion Ceremony is over, and I will never want to see Mo Beichen again in this life. If I break this oath, I will never have a chance to be immortal." Murong Qingran put her hand on her chest without any hesitation. After finishing the words, a faint aura enveloped him.

This day the oath is really fulfilled.

There was a trace of surprise in Mo Beichen's eyes. He looked at the other party with an expression that did not seem to be fake, and he became a little suspicious for a while.

"Beichen, I've done a lot of wrong things, I'm sorry." Murong Qing smiled wryly, "And after losing you, I still think I can get you back. This is my most ridiculous mistake."

"I haven't seen you in 25 years, I really think about it a lot. I gave up, and now I just want you to be well."

Murong Qing lowered his head. He didn't look like a proud and arrogant child of the Nine Layers of Immortals, but rather a disheartened scholar who cherished reading.

"You kept saying that Yi Qingyun would harm me, can you really let it go?" Mo Beichen looked at the other party's every move, trying to see the other party's flaws.

"Yi Qingyun has changed a lot. Before letting go, I really hated him." Murong Qing let out a long sigh, "But after letting go, he has become my most reliable candidate."

"He's better than me." Murong Qingran murmured.

"After watching Master, you can go back, don't stay too long." Mo Beichen turned and left, no longer looking at the lost soul on the steps.

"Okay, I see." Murong Qingran's eyes slowly closed, "Can I participate in your Dao Companion Ceremony?"

"It's up to you, if you don't mind."

"Mozun Beichen, you have to tell Emperor Qingyun about Murong Qingran." Hao Qiushi followed behind and asked softly.

"Do you think the matter is not big enough?" Mo Beichen glanced and walked forward.

"Yes, Qiushi is stupid." Hao Qiushi seemed to have a good temper, and didn't care about Mo Beichen's sarcastic remarks.

It's just that this good-tempered person obeys Yi Qingyun's words.

Mo Beichen tried hard and soft, but he couldn't stop Hao Qiushi from following him.

Mo Beichen had no choice but to take Hao Qiushi up the mountain the next day, but fortunately, the other party was quiet and didn't say much.

Sometimes Mo Beichen could ignore this person.

"Beichen, you're here." When Mo Beichen came to the top of the mountain with the wine, there was already a figure standing under the peach blossom tree.

Murong Qingran actually came to see the old man.

"You really dare to come, and you're not afraid that the old man will crawl out of the ground and beat you up." Mo Beichen sat directly next to the two graves regardless of trivial matters.

Hao Qiushi stood not far away silently like a tree.

Regardless of the filth on the ground, Murong Qing sat on the other side of the two graves, behind the peach blossom tree Mo Beichen leaned against.

"You haven't been here for a long time, 50 years, or 100 years?" Mo Beichen took out his cigarette stick, looked at the pile of graves at the foot of the mountain, and counted silently.

This is his little habit of coming here, as if the people who are buried on the top of the mountain roll their names.

"It's not that long, I came here secretly before." A faint voice floated from behind the tree, "Can I have some wine?"

"Drink it, I won't drink it anyway, you just leave half of it for the old man." The flagon was casually thrown behind him.

Murong Qingran easily caught it as soon as she reached out her hand.

The two are always brothers and sisters, and there is always a tacit understanding that is different from others.

"It's like going back in time."

With a snap, the wine cork was pulled out, and the clear aroma of the wine wafted out.

"Don't keep thinking about whether you can't go back, life has to move forward." The tobacco was lit, and the tobacco rod was pressed into his lips.

"Well, I figured it out, I don't force it anymore."

"If we live to our age, we should find someone to settle down." Mo Beichen's eyes wandered among the graves at the foot of the mountain, "Otherwise, what's the point of being alone until death. Look at the people below, some are assholes He is better than our master, but after death, no one even removes the weeds from the grave."

"That's what you said." Murong Qing smiled and shook her head.

With a soft breath, a large cloud of smoke is really smoky, but it seems to be blown by a strong wind and it will disappear.

"I don't want to hold on to the past. For the sake of Master, we will turn the page after the Dao Companion Ceremony."

Mo Beichen held the cigarette rod in his hand, "You are a nice person, and you can find a nice person if you want."

"You think I'm good?"

"If you didn't do those bad things, I think it's still pretty good." Mo Beichen thought for a while and answered frankly.

"Really? So you think I'm better too."

"I used to think more than you were good." Mo Beichen's tone was a little emotional, and he did not deny his feelings for Murong Qingran.

But he only had a past with this person.

Murong Qing didn't expect that since she was outspoken, she was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled, "You always say you are a good deceit, but sometimes your temper is frighteningly honest."

"Then take advantage of this opportunity, let me be more honest." The mouth of the cigarette tilted, and the ashes fell all over the floor, "Why did you betray me back then?"

Murong Qing was stunned for a moment, "I thought you didn't care about this?"

"..."

How could it be possible to not care at all, this person was bitten by a dog and wanted to argue with the dog.

But let alone the most trusted person before.

"I am originally from the Nine Layers Immortal Sect."

There was a burst of sparse applause.

"Awesome, how old were you then? Ten years old! They dared to put you in, are you afraid that you really practice magic?" Mo Beichen really admired him and couldn't help clapping his hands.

"I've really cultivated demons, otherwise would you be foolish to think of our master?" Murong Qingran's cheeks were slightly flushed, and it was even more stunning against the backdrop of the tree.

"But you—" Mo Beichen was a little confused.

A physique that coexists with immortals and demons?

Isn't this similar to his "Thousand Changes of the Uncanny Face" tenfold change of meridians to achieve the same body of immortals and demons?

"I have a special constitution." Murong Qing raised his head and poured the wine, "The body's meridians are born with a barrier that can store two completely different abilities."

"How is this possible? You won't explode and die?" Mo Beichen couldn't help being curious.

"It's not enough to explode and die, but my body is also weak because of this broken physique!" Murong Qingran seemed to be drinking a little too much, and her tone became aggressive, "I was chosen by the fairy lord What source book are you looking for here!"

The phoenix eyes slightly narrowed, is it the source book again?

What exactly is that?

"Then have you found the source book?" Mo Beichen's voice softened.

"No."

"Didn't you say you've seen it? You didn't find out how to read it." Mo Beichen asked with a frown.

"The Immortal Lord has a book, and there was also a copy in the Mozun Palace at that time. I didn't find the other one, so I just read that one while the Immortal Lord was away." Murong Qingran was speaking a little confused.

"There are only two original books?" Mo Beichen murmured, "Where is the other one now?"

"I don't know. The Immortal Lord told me that he was in the Demon Lord's Hall, but now there seems to be no movement." Murong Qingran spilled the remaining wine on the grave beside him.

"Wrong sprinkle, that's my wife." Mo Beichen snatched the wine gourd over.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I misremembered again." Murong Qingran leaned against the tree trunk and closed her eyes, "Beichen, I'm really tired, do you think I should continue?"

"Just do it if you want to do it, and forget it if you can't." Mo Beichen finished the wine in the wine gourd, and leaned the wine gourd next to the grave bag.

"Think about it! I always want to, even if I know I can't do it, I still want to, and I'm not reconciled to letting go."

"You're not gambling outside, are you?"

"..."

Mo Beichen rubbed his nose, "It's not my fault, isn't what you said just the thoughts of those who lost their fortunes in the gambling shop?"

"Yeah, you're right. If you gamble for ten years and lose, you plan to gamble for another 50 years. If you lose again, you plan to gamble more, more..." Murong Qing looked pained, and pulled With his own hair, he looks a little crazy.

But these performances of his were not seen by Mo Beichen.

"That's why, stop in time and turn around." Mo Beichen stood up, and he counted the grave bags, a total of 1000 and [-].

"Are you leaving?" Murong Qingran raised her head, looking at the man's back, her eyes were a little dazed.

"Well. Let's go first. You can spend more time with Master." Mo Beichen waved his hand, and Hao Qiushi silently followed behind.

"Leave me alone again." The man buried his face in the shadow, "It's so cold."

On this hill, except for the graves, Murong Qingran was alone.

"You wait at the door."

Hao Qiushi nodded and stood outside the door. Mo Beichen closed the door and lay on the bed in the palace with his feet up.

"Why hasn't the sun set yet!" He curled his lips in displeasure looking at the dazzling sunlight outside the window.

This day has not passed.

There are still three days, it is really difficult!

With a wave of his white hand, the heavy curtain fell down, blocking the light outside.

Mo Beichen spread out his neat hair, touched his head with his hand, and carefully took off the small jade ornament.

In the dark environment, the phoenix-shaped jade ornaments actually emitted a faint aura.

"It's really a rare thing." Mo Beichen rubbed it with his fingertips, "It's really hard."

"Qingyun, my Qingyun." The man's face came to mind, and his phoenix eyes were stained with obsession.

Mo Beichen didn't expect that this lingering call would travel thousands of miles and transfer to another luxurious bedroom.

The man's ears seemed to be on fire, and he was also holding a jade ornament with the opposite shape in his hand, and his stern face slowly turned crimson.

He finally couldn't help coughing a few times.

On the other side, Mo Beichen was taken aback and almost threw the phoenix-shaped jade ornament in his hand.

"Yi Qingyun? Can you hear it?" He calmed down and tried to say to the jade ornament.

"Hmm." A deep male voice came out.

"..."

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