"Me? I'm Zhang Erya." Mu Xue was stunned.
Cen Qianshan grabbed her shoulders, slowly bent down, and looked at her sideways.
The strong emotion in those eyes made Mu Xue feel a little panicked. She suddenly felt that things might be different from what she thought.
More than a hundred years have passed, and this child has not forgotten himself at all. He is still as smart and sensitive as before. The slightest clue in his relationship makes him suspicious.
No, he can't be called a child now, he has grown into such an oppressive man.
"Why... why are you called Xiaoxue?" Cen Qianshan's voice was deep and deep, as if he was pulling out every word from his chest.
His hand even made Mu Xue's shoulder hurt.
Fu Yun reached out from the side and grabbed Cen Qianshan's wrist, "Brother Dao, Xiaoxue is just a nickname everyone gives her."
Cen Qianshan ignored him and just stared at Mu Xue, "You... really don't recognize me?"
Mu Xue looked at him with an upturned face, and there was something inexplicable hidden in her eyes so close that she didn't dare to think deeply about it.
She said, "Yes, I recognize you. The strongest man in the demon world, sir, I told you about him in class."
The eyes staring at her trembled slightly and gradually dimmed.
Cen Qianshan seemed to wake up from that dazed state. He released his grip on Mu Xue's shoulders, straightened up, laughed twice to himself, and shook his head.
"Sorry." He explained lazily, waved his hand casually, and left.
The figure slowly faded away, smiling wryly at himself, looking lonely and thin.
In the past, Xiao Shan also loved to laugh. When he smiled, his eyes would sparkle, and he was as beautiful as a cheerful stream under the sun. He laughs when he is happy and cries when he acts coquettishly. He is full of life and life.
Nothing like the depressing, cold, lifeless appearance he has now.
Over the years, he seemed to have not lived a good life by himself.
Mu Xue felt inexplicably uncomfortable. In the past, she felt that she was the most miserable and unlucky person. The people left behind are still alive after all, and their sadness is only temporary. They will always forget her and live their own lives.
Now that I see Xiao Shan's appearance, I realize how much this person values me. So much time passed that he was still so familiar with every move he made. The short time they got together made him sensitively doubt his identity.
Time is the most consuming thing. A hundred years later, there are still people who think about themselves and take themselves to heart like this. Mu Xue didn't know whether she should be happy.
My heart felt a little hot, slightly bitter.
Mu Xue sighed and helped Fu Yun walk to a safer place. Fu Yun's arm was dripping with blood, and the color on his face had faded. He did not forget to look at Cen Qianshan's retreating back and remind Mu Xue, "The character of the demon cultivator is always a little paranoid, weird, and elusive. When the senior brother is not around, You... try not to have contact with them."
Senior brother is a gentleman. Even if he is wary of demon cultivators, he will not overly criticize those who have helped him.
He probably didn't know yet that the person he had protected all the way was disguised as a shell similar to theirs, but inside he was actually a paranoid and indifferent demon cultivator.
"Finally it's out. I've been waiting for a long time." Senior sister Miao Hong'er sat on the tree in front with a piece of grass in her mouth. She saw the two of them and happily rolled over from the tree to the ground and ran all the way over. "Hey, Xiaoxue Why are you here too?"
Fu Yun was seriously injured and exhausted. Because he was in a dangerous situation, he couldn't worry about Mu Xue and kept holding on.
When I saw my fellow senior sister, a big stone fell in my heart. As soon as I relaxed, I could no longer hold on.
"How did you get yourself into this?" Miao Hong'er frowned and held him up, "Don't leave, I'll carry you."
She carried Fu Yun on her back and fell into a coma when she heard him calling "Senior Sister" gently on her shoulder.
When Fu Yun started, Miao Hong'er was the master's only disciple. This gentle, courteous, and extremely talented little boy was loved by all the teachers in the sect as soon as he appeared. For a time, there was a sharp contrast with Miao Hong'er, who spent all day walking up mountains and rivers to eat.
Miao Hong'er, who was still very young at the time, had a certain taste in her heart. In addition, she was born in the market and had an unconventional nature. She disliked those who adhered to dogma and etiquette and pretended to be pretentious.
So she took pleasure in bullying this pretty little junior brother whenever she had nothing to do. From time to time, he would do nasty things such as throwing a few caterpillars to stain people's clothes, riding under him and beating them up during martial arts competitions.
Over the years, the two people disliked each other, and their relationship became somewhat uneasy.
Fu Yun never calls her senior sister unless necessary.
It's because the injury was so serious that people were confused, so they called themselves out like this.
"What's going on? Who hurt your senior brother like this?" Miao Hong'er carried Fu Yun on her back and led Mu Xue forward. I asked as I walked.
Mu Xue then detailed what happened along the way.
Miao Hong'er paused when she heard that the demon cultivator tied up Fu Yun with a whip and intended to do something to him.
The face leaning on the shoulder was unconscious, and the messy temples were stained with sweat and mud. He was originally the most clean person. If a caterpillar stained his sleeves, he would hold back his anger and go back to change his clothes before giving up. At this moment, the iconic white clothes were torn and dirty, and the original color could hardly be seen.
"Very good. Both of them are injured like this." Miao Hong'er's masseter muscles tightened, "Nowadays, we people in Xiaoyao Peak are so easy to bully. The only fault is that I, the senior sister, am too incompetent."
"Senior sister, please don't be angry yet." Mu Xue pulled her sleeves, "When I came out of the camp, I heard that Lu Yihong of Tianyan Sect was dead."
"Dead? How did he die? It gave him an advantage." Miao Hong'er said with hatred, "If I hadn't been in a hurry to find an antidote first, I would have found trouble with this scum."
"I heard that he was poisoned by the red waist poison, and he cut off his hands and feet. In the end, the poisonous gas attacked his heart and died. It was not a pretty death." Mu Xue held Miao Hong'er's sleeves and walked, with a faint face, as if Talking about a rumor that has nothing to do with him.
Miao Hong'er turned to look at her for a while, "Okay, junior sister. As expected of us, Xiaoyao Peak."
"Thank you. It really makes me feel happy, senior sister."
After seeing Se|Sea of Desire, I walked along the Shinto and saw a small town that had been abandoned for many years. Now, the abandoned town that was originally deserted has become a stronghold for past explorers.
There are far fewer people who can come here, and the ghosts, gods and demons that appear nearby are powerful, so both Taoist and demonic cultivators no longer have their own territories, but simply gather in this small town to rest.
The two realms of immortals and demons cannot communicate with each other. Even if they enter the Twin God Realm, anything with aura and life cannot be brought to the other world. In other words, magic weapons from the demon world cannot be brought back to the fairy world, and vice versa.
But despite this, there are always ways to trade. For example, a set of exercises from another world can not be recorded in a jade tube, but copied with a pen on a page without spiritual power, and then brought out. The techniques for making mechanisms, the magic techniques for drawing talismans, and the secret techniques for refining elixirs can all be dismantled and figured out in this divine domain, and after they have been fully understood, they can be taken back to their own world.
Even the different delicacies, wines, music scores, and stories from the two worlds are all things that can be brought in for exchange and exchange.
After bringing these back to their own world, because of the mysterious and exotic customs in them, they often become more popular and popular, and practitioners rush to buy them and talk about them.
Dongyue Temple has been open for several months, so the secret trading market has become stable and mature. In the ruins of this town, there are many demonic cultivators and Taoist cultivators conducting frequent transactions. It has even formed a small fixed market. Most of the people who can go here have some strength and have relatively good products to trade.
In order to let Fu Yun recover from his injuries, Miao Hong'er and Mu Xue found an empty cabin in the town to take a rest.
"Xiaoxue, have you advanced? It seems different from before?" Miao Hong'er asked.
Mu Xue: "When I was in the sea of lust, my senior brother taught me a set of mental techniques. By training my mind in the noisy and terrifying realm of monsters covering the sky, I broke through the realm in one fell swoop. Now I understand the intersection of dragon and tiger | The meaning of the marriage is to first understand the method of producing medicine."
"How can such a clever thing happen? It must be your luck." Miao Hong'er praised, "All things are born from the intersection of yin and yang in the heaven and earth, and the great medicine is born from the mating of dragon and tiger in the human body. This is exactly what happened. The foundation for condensing the golden elixir in the future.”
"You must know that this realm is not easy to understand. You see, there are so many foundation building disciples in our sect, but there are only a few masters in the golden elixir stage. Most of them are because they cannot understand this state of mind and cannot collect medicine and return to the furnace. , let alone go to the mines to retain gold and achieve golden elixirs.”
She knelt down and touched Mu Xue's head, congratulating her sincerely, "You have understood this realm at a young age, which shows that you have excellent bones. If you practice hard in the future, you will definitely hope to become a golden elixir monk like Master."
Mu Xue looked at Fu Yun, who was sleeping on the bed, and felt grateful, "I have excellent bones. It's all thanks to the guidance of my senior brother that I have such an understanding."
Miao Hong'er smiled and said: "Junior brother Yun is indeed talented and intelligent, and has always had his own unique insights into cultivation. Now, senior sister, I can beat him by one or two in physical skills, but I lag behind him in other realms of cultivation. "
She rolled up her sleeves and said, "I will eat more in the future and try to surpass him."
Mu Xue thought of the stormy waves when she was in the sea of love and desire, and asked: "Senior sister, how did you get here? It was really dangerous when we crossed the sea, and we almost died here."
Miao Hong'er scratched her head, "Your senior sister, I learned the Tao through food. When I crossed the sea, I didn't find a ferry, so I walked directly from the bottom of the sea. The bottom of the sea is full of all kinds of delicacies in the world. I ate all the way and came here. .”
Miao Hong'er licked her tongue. It was indeed a bit dangerous. The food in the sea of desire was so delicious that she was almost intoxicated and unable to land. Fortunately, I still felt some responsibility in my heart, and finally struggled back to the shore.
"It is said that the difficulty of crossing the sea of desire mainly depends on the depth of the obsession of the person crossing the sea. The deeper the obsession, the more demons will be born in the sea of desire." Miao Hong'er asked curiously, "What are you doing here? , encountered such a stormy sea?”
Mu Xue clapped her fingers and said, "It's strange, there are only three people crossing the sea, me, senior brother and Cen Qianshan."
"It turns out it's him." Miao Hong'er suddenly realized that she was also one of the lovers of legendary novels, "How dare you cross the sea with Duoqingshan. Haven't you heard the story of him being obsessed with the dead master and keeping the festival for hundreds of years? Then It has become a classic in the world of demons and spirits, and has even spread to our fairy world.”
Mu Xue was petrified: "Ah."
"You're too young, you just haven't heard of it. Fu Yun may be too old-fashioned and never does this." Miao Hong'er touched her chin and turned to look at her junior brother who was covered in injuries on the bed.
The moon is bright and the breeze is clear, and the gentleman is in the clouds.
My junior brother, who is noble and dignified and abides by ethics and teachings, is actually walking into a sea of passion and desire
If the junior sisters in the sect knew about this, they would probably overturn so many jealousy jars and wet their handkerchiefs with tears.
Who has won the heart of junior brother? Miao Honger was puzzled.
Mu Xue, who was also confused, walked on the road in the camp in confusion.
When she once saw her senior sisters reading those story books, she just laughed. I thought it was just some scandals spread by rumors. After all, she has been dead for more than a hundred years. It is not surprising that the name Mu Xue has been adapted by future generations.
But after meeting Xiaoshan this time, she didn't know why, but she felt a bad feeling in her heart.
The look in Xiaoshan's eyes when he grabbed his shoulder appeared repeatedly in his mind. The eyes there are deep, as if there are broken glaciers, a hundred years of time, a thousand words can't bear to describe the confusion.
The beloved in Xiaoshankou can't really be... myself, right
Speaking of which, could it be that he had really done something irresponsible back then, which caused misunderstanding in Xiaoshan's heart
Mu Xue was startled and shook her head hurriedly. After all, hundreds of years have passed, and I have been reincarnated as a human again, so my memory of that time is not very clear.
If you think about it this way, you will inevitably feel guilty the more you think about something that obviously doesn't exist.
Unknowingly, she happened to walk to the busiest trading market in the camp. Among a lot of exercises, secret books, recipes, and repertoire, a set of classic verses was the best-selling one.
Mu Xue hesitated again and again, and finally secretly picked up a copy of "Mu's Dangerous Destructions of Disciples" and took it back with her hidden away.
The senior brother was asleep in bed, while the senior sister went to look for food.
Mu Xue returned to the cabin where she was resting, locked the door, let go of her consciousness to make sure there was no one around, took out the booklet from her arms like a thief, and opened the first page.
I only saw a detailed description in the book: "The Cen Langjun was handsome, with a face as beautiful as jade. One day, he fell into the mire and sold himself as a slave. He immediately attracted countless bids from aristocratic families, hoping to get him, and he was classified as a forbidden man.
Among them is the Liu family's legitimate daughter and the Yan family's eldest daughter, who can't compete with each other. In the end, none of them were able to match the Mu family's generosity, and the beauty returned. "
Mu Xue covered her face. Although the story was exaggerated, it still had some shadow of reality. If she continued to read it, she wondered if it would remind her of some details that she didn't quite remember back then.
The book added: "The Mu family is at the top of the list of famous men and women, a hero among the people. He spends his days playing with bees and butterflies, looking for flowers and willows, and making friends with all the handsome men in Futong City."
After he got the treasure of Cen Qianshan, he was not in a hurry to taint it. Instead, he made a plan to take him as his disciple and train him until he was eighteen years old. Patiently waiting for Cen Qianshan's coming-of-age ceremony, Fang Xiao hosted a banquet with his friends and sent the disciple to come and wait on him.
But what did that disciple look like? The black python with a silver belt tightens the waist, making it lean and tough; the jade shoes and gold boots tighten the legs, making them straight and long. A pair of frowning and resentful eyebrows, two veins and affectionate eyes, a face as frosty as snow, a temple cut like a knife and dyed with ink, the bamboos are bright and green, and the pines are as green as spring. They have just been touched by the wind, and if they want to reject it, they welcome it.
Everyone in Mu drank a few glasses of wine and saw such a person again. Feeling uncomfortable in my heart, I used the power of alcohol to trick people and force the handsome man into the curtain... "
Mu Xue closed the page with a bang, her heart pounding.
Thinking about it, he died before the thunder disaster. But Xiaoshan has indeed grown up, a handsome young man, and a stranger like jade, attracting the hearts of countless girls in Fugong City.
On the day of his coming-of-age ceremony, I actually held a banquet for him and invited several close friends such as Honglian and Uncle Nian. I felt happy for a while at the banquet and drank a few more glasses. But no matter what, he would not lose his moral integrity after drinking and do such a crazy thing.
She turned both sides of the book red, thought for a long time, and then carefully turned the pages.
I only saw the classic song in that chapter:
Friends and friends throw spiritual stones as bets, betting on how long the proud apprentice can remain stubborn? I could only hear the sound of struggling and unyielding coming from the room at first, but it was barely more than half a stick of incense. I heard someone softening his voice and begging for mercy in a low voice, "Master, please spare Xiaoshan this time."
When I listened carefully again, the feeling of spring was getting stronger in the room, the wine was getting more mellow and fragrant, and I was so drunk that I didn't know what the weather was like.
Poor Mr. Cen, his heart has been so misplaced ever since.
I just hate that the Mu family are unsympathetic and cruel, and they destroy their disciples with ruthless hands. After tasting the taste, they throw people aside. I still look for flowers and willows every night. Today I will meet the young master of the Yan family, and tomorrow I will meet the young master of the Liu family. He actually abandoned Cen Qianshan, who had already obtained it, and ignored him, not even giving him a title.
Cen Qianshan is infatuated and has deep feelings. Until the death of Master Mu, his heart was broken, and he remained loyal and loyal, staying in the cold kiln for one hundred and eighty years, and he still has no regrets.
This is how sentimental people are always betrayed by ruthlessness. If heaven is sentimental, heaven will also grow old.
Wow, how sad? Sigh
When Mu Xue saw this, she was stunned and wished she could slap herself awake so that she could recall what happened back then.
If it was true as what was said in the book, he deserved to be struck to death by thunder, but he was not unjust at all.