As soon as Qianji finished speaking, Cen Qianshan couldn't help but stand up.
His powerful spiritual power surged along the ground in the courtyard, causing the snow to dance wildly.
Although Xiaoya didn't understand what happened, she instinctively felt a sense of fear and subconsciously took two steps back.
From where it was, the look on its owner's face seemed both aggrieved and angry, making it difficult to tell which was which.
It had only been in this world for ten years, and had only a vague concept of humans. But it had a keen sense that its master, whose emotions rarely fluctuated, was angry this time.
The blue bricks on the ground in the center of the courtyard retreated to both sides, and a complex magic circle outlined with mithril slowly rose from the ground. Cen Qianshan sacrificed blood to the formation, and the red blood flowed into the silver-white magic circle, stirring up the unique cold color of mithril, making the whole courtyard shrouded in a layer of dark blue light.
The body of the Dongyue Dharma Chime was controlled by spiritual power and hung in the center of the formation. Cen Qianshan's pale fingers held the purple gold chime hammer and struck the chime bowl with a pattern of clouds, dragons and rain.
There was a slight ding sound, and the sound waves like tides spread across the courtyard with a faint blue light.
The cold voice drowned out people's hearts and flowed far into the depths of the underworld.
After one sound,
Cen Qianshan's arm holding the stone club froze in mid-air, and red blood dripped down his pale arm into the magic circle in the snow. But his arm remained frozen in mid-air, and he did not strike the club a second time.
Finally he laughed, threw the priceless purple-gold artifact into the snow, turned around and walked back into the dim house.
"Master, knocking is useless." Qianji chased forward a few steps and shouted.
The last time, this sacred chime rang for who knows how long, causing its owner to bleed so much, before Master Mu’s soul finally arrived.
What effect would it have if we only struck once like today? We had wasted the spirit stones and blood used to open the magic circle.
"In the past, I was always at the Master's side, and I relied on him to protect me in everything." The master turned his back to them and sat down on his small wooden bed. "Today, if I still let my Master take risks and accommodate me, wouldn't I have lived all these years in vain?"
He slowly curled up and lay down on the ill-fitting small bed, muttering to himself, "It's okay, it doesn't matter. I will definitely find a way to go to the fairy world, it just takes a little longer."
Qianji wanted to step forward, but was gently blocked by a spiritual force. This meant that the master wanted it to be quiet and didn't want it to get close.
"That's fine too. Let Master Mu Xue have fun for a few years." Qianji's cute head turned over, revealing a ferocious and fierce face. It used its thin arms to make a gesture of wiping its neck. "When we get there, we can quietly deal with those girls around her."
The owner still lay with his back to it, motionless and silent. The dark corner was silent, as if the human being dissolved in the darkness had fallen into a deep sleep.
On the Xiaoyao Peak, Mu Xue sat in a courtyard filled with fallen petals, practicing the fetal breathing technique that she had practiced for many years.
In the Huangting, the dragon and the tiger live in peace, but a qi orifice is born. The primordial spirit guards it, and the orifice in the orifice is like a dragon and a snake lying dormant, like a pearl oyster containing light. You don't have to think about it deliberately, but it exists quietly in the Huangting. At this time, the external breath gradually weakens, and the fetal breath is born in the qi cavity. The fetal breath gradually becomes long and subtle, and it is endless. The internal spirit and energy are combined here, and the external yin and yang spiritual energy of heaven and earth are felt.
Above the sky, the stars are moving and the universe is guarding.
At this moment, suddenly, a long and distant sound of chimes came from where He Mingmiao was.
The voice was cold and desolate, carrying a sense of longing from another world, spreading between heaven and earth, drowning Mu Xue's sitting body.
But the sound came quickly, but also went away quickly, retreating as quickly as the tide. It only rang once, and there was no more.
In the Huangting, the stars were still, the water was rippleless, and everything was quiet. It seemed as if the sound just now was just an unprovoked hallucination.
Mu Xue opened her eyes and looked into the distance. At the same time, the water tiger in her heart lake raised its wet head from the lake and looked in the same direction as her.
Qianji and Xiaoya sat side by side on the edge of the wooden corridor, looking at the snow-covered courtyard. Their four slender feet stretched out from the wooden floor, swaying back and forth.
As puppets, they are not afraid of the cold nor do they want to sleep, so they can spend a lot of time thinking and wasting.
Qianji read to Xiaoya his own explanations of human behavior, "They say they are no longer children, but that actually just shows that they are still immature at heart and want to be treated like children."
The little girl didn't respond to his words, only making some meaningless grunting sounds.
But this did not stop Qianji from continuing to speak.
"The master said that he is no longer the child he used to be. This just shows that he still longs to act like a spoiled child with the Mu family like he did back then. So at this time, we should..."
It didn't finish its words because Xiaoya suddenly stretched out her arms and shook it continuously.
Qianji looked up in the direction Xiaoya was looking, and his square chin suddenly dropped down with a click.
On the snow, the soul-gathering formation still glowed faintly. A person stood at the center of the formation. Perhaps it should be said that it was the human spirit. She was looking down at the spots of red blood on the formation. Qianji could almost hear her sigh.
The man was not like the last time he came. He was just a chaotic and invisible ball of light.
At this moment, her mind was stable, and the warm translucent light body had obvious human features, and the outline of a young woman could be clearly seen.
The warm yellow Yuanshen looked at the magic circle on the ground for a moment, then moved to the front of the two little puppets. She bent down and reached out to touch their heads.
A warm touch came through the iron sheet on the head, it was so real, this human's soul had cultivated to the level where he could control objects with his spiritual consciousness.
Qianji felt a strong sense of familiarity, as if this hand had stroked his head countless times long ago. He had been torn into pieces, and after being reassembled, he had no memory of the past. Why did he still have such a feeling
After touching them, the man stood up and walked into the house.
Qianji tried to catch up, but was stopped by Xiaoya from behind. He turned his head and saw Xiaoya blinking at him from behind, then shook his head.
When it turned back, it saw that Mu's soul had already entered the house. The warm yellow light illuminated the dim house and shone on the long-haired body of the master.
The man stood beside his master, looked down at his sleeping master for a long time, and then sat down next to the edge of the bed.
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Cen Qianshan slept soundly. It seemed that he had not had such a peaceful and comfortable sleep for a long, long time.
In his sleep, Master sat by his bed as he always did, gently touching his face and patting his back slowly.
The real touch penetrated into his heart bit by bit, confusing the years and forgetting the passing of time. He felt his whole body immersed in a warm spring of water, floating up and down. He felt so relaxed, comfortable, and happy as never before.
Half asleep and half awake, he slightly opened his eyes and saw his master sitting at the table, making her work with the sound of clanging. The snow light shone in through the window, giving his master a layer of soft glow all over his body.
It turns out that all that terrible thing was just a dream.
He seemed to have had a long and terrible dream. He didn't want to recall the world in the dream, because there were too many palpitations and loneliness there.
Fortunately, they were all just dreams.
Isn't Master still here? She is always by my side. We have a long time to spend together, and we can stay together like this forever.
Cen Qianshan breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a peaceful sleep.
When the sky was bright, Cen Qianshan, who was sleeping, suddenly woke up and jumped up from the bed.
His eyes were blank, as if he didn't know what day it was. He glanced at the empty chair in front of the table, then looked around and landed on a pair of small puppets not far away.
The little puppets nodded at him, and a stiff mechanical sound rang out, proving his guess.
"Yes, she has been here."
"Yes, it's her, Mrs. Mu."
Cen Qianshan stood up and slowly walked to the table that had been silent for a hundred years.
Today was a rare sunny day, with bright sunlight shining through the window onto the table. On that table, in that sunlight, a magic tool that had been placed there for a long time and had never been completed was moved by someone.
Using the technique that Cen Qianshan was very familiar with, he finished the half-finished product that was almost finished, allowing it to transcend time and finally become a complete gift. It was quietly placed in the sun.
It was a necklace with storage function, the black rope was faintly showing fine dark patterns, and the pendant was a red jade. The red jade was like a drop of blood and tears, carved into a red dragon perched in the clouds, and in the sunlight, it revealed a dreamy light and shadow.
Cen Qianshan reached out his hand, slowly picked up the necklace, held it up in the sunlight and looked at it again and again, only then was he sure of its authenticity. His arms were shaking, and he tried countless times before he finally managed to put the simple pendant on his neck.
The cold red jade pressed against the skin on my chest, and the chill went through my heart.
The pain that had been stuck in my chest for a hundred years was soothed by just a little bit of coolness.
Qianji and Xiaoya quietly left the house and began to clean up the messy yard left by last night's commotion.
Qianji picked up the white towel that the master had used and threw it into the bamboo basket in Xiaoya's hand. "No wonder the master washes himself clean every day. It turns out that he is waiting for the day when Mr. Mu will come to favor him."
"Favor?" Xiao Ya turned her head and said, "Is this the right word to use? Are you sure you didn't use it wrong?"
On Xiaoyao Peak, a group of white clouds flew out from halfway up the mountain, carrying a spirited girl past.
Ye Hangzhou, riding on a flying leaf, caught up from behind, "Junior sister looks refreshed and very excited for today's finals."
Sitting on Yingtian Cloud, Mu Xue answered loudly in the morning mist in the mountains, "Yes, brother, I want to join the competition as soon as possible and win as soon as possible."
Ye Hangzhou smiled in the wind and said, "You are so anxious, are you trying to get the magic weapon as a reward for the competition? Indeed, the prizes for every competition are good things."
"Yes, I want the reward, the reward that Dabi brings. I have been waiting for it for a long time, and it is really gratifying to think about it."
The mountain breeze lifted Mu Xue's hair, and her joyful and excited voice came with the wind.