Moyun Mountain.
Gu Qingqiao groaned and opened his eyes.
The surroundings were dim, the air was filled with traces of water vapor, and the floor under him was cold.
Gu Qingqiao tried to sit up, but found that his hands and feet were tied and he couldn't move.
The memory is still stuck in the moment before the darkness, the chain on Mu Xiyun's arm, the bloodshot on his lips.
"Ayun..." He whispered, but a sneer came from his ear.
"It really is a little goblin, and he has made the brothers unforgettable for two lifetimes, envy and envy."
A warm touch came, and a hand touched his cheek. A small red mole was bright as blood on a face that was close at hand, and his thin lips touched his auricle lightly, "Senior brother, you can't let him go even now?"
"Wuying... what did you do?"
The young man raised his head, pulled him from the ground and sat up, "Brother, I know that you promised Canaan to go to that thousand-year covenant. Have you ever thought that the one you want to save was once you? enemy?"
Gu Qingqiao turned his face away and did not speak.
"You've always been like this, even if you don't like the other person, you will still try to save the other person in the face of life and death." He paused, and there was a hint of bitterness in his voice: "You entered the Ten Thousand Gu Cave to save me, right? Such a feeling?"
Gu Qingqiao turned his head and looked into Wuying's eyes for the first time.
He was still as handsome as he was back then, but his eyes were filled with a fog that people couldn't understand.
"Wuying, we... are not the same people, you won't understand..."
"I don't understand! He is the only one who understands!" Wuying's face instantly burst into anger, "I'm not worth it for you!"
He stood up, walked a few steps back and forth in the small space, and turned around like a whirlwind, "Okay! I'll show you, what kind of people are you trying to save! Look at your little fairy! Lord, can I still protect you!"
With a click, Wuying opened the prison door, stood at the door and sneered: "Sect Master Zheng doesn't have to sneak peeks, I will not go back on what Wuying promised!"
A figure slowly appeared from the darkness, and the firelight shone on his body, but it seemed to have shone into a bottomless hole, unable to illuminate his face.
Fifty years later, Zheng Yan's beard and hair were all white, and his high-spirited face was carved with deep wrinkles, and there was a hint of sadness.
"The sincerity of the Shadowless Valley Lord has never been doubted by this old man."
"Okay, I'm too lazy to tell you more, I've arranged for you for so long, tomorrow is the time for the final finish," he casually threw a jade pendant into Zheng Gengran's arms, "Master Zheng can think about it, once If you start it, you will have no chance to regret it.”
Zheng Gengran laughed softly, and when he heard it in Gu Qingqiao, he felt a little chill like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter: "I have waited for so many years, just for this day, what else do I regret?"
"I'll leave it to you, I'm leaving!" Wuying didn't even look at him, he flung his sleeves and walked away, disappearing after a few steps.
***
The second day was the day of the public trial, and most of the cultivators sent representatives the day before.
During this period of time, major events were frequent. First, there was the epidemic, and then there was the spirit of the magic circle. All the sects were very busy. Fortunately, most of the elite disciples of this generation from each sect are capable, emerging in major crises, and each sect appreciates it. In this public trial meeting, the heads of various factions brought these young people with them.
Deng Xian took a group of junior brothers and sisters and met Wen Ziqi and Fang Rui at the foot of the mountain.
Several people exchanged glances, did not say much, and settled their own doormen, and then gathered in one place.
Deng Xian brought wine, and the three sat in a pavilion, reflecting the sunset, holding the wine glasses in silence.
"I didn't expect that the old brother I met that day was actually a devil." Wen Ziqi drank a glass of wine dullly.
"Is there any misunderstanding here?" Fang Rui was still in a daze, drinking a glass of wine, he wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, "I saw him a few days ago, helping me hunt for monsters, why? It doesn't look like a bad guy!"
Deng Xian didn't speak, but in his heart he heard the instructions of the master when he left.
Qingshan City has been a little out of touch in the past two years. Deng Xian's master was seriously injured when he was young. Every year at the end of autumn, he would have one or two attacks. It was difficult to retreat on the mountain, and it was powerless to go out. Therefore, at this time, the public trial was led by Deng Xian. team.
On the day of departure, Jingci took him to a secluded place: "If the object of this public trial is really Gu Qingqiao fifty years ago, remember, don't make a statement easily."
He was puzzled, and Jingci's snow-white beard shook lightly: "The matter of the past was doubtful. In the past few decades, the Moyun Mountain has been huge, and all the opposing voices have been suppressed. When I go to Moyun Mountain, Zheng Geng Ran will definitely meet. Create a lot of forms and force you to stand in line. Wait and see."
As he said that, he touched Deng Xian's hair, "Good boy, I know you are upright and kind. When it comes time to choose, you don't have to worry about anything, just do things worthy of your conscience."
Deng Xian did not understand the meaning of the master at this time, so he had to wait and see.
***
The sky is getting brighter, and the morning sun will shine on the earth, and the Suoxiantai of Moyun Mountain is bright.
The plain white clothes of Moyun disciples reflect the white light in the sunlight, which is very conspicuous under the high platform.
Zheng Genran led a group of disciples and sat on the high platform.
On the high platform, Gu Qingqiao was bound with his hands and feet, kneeling in front of the platform.
I was in a trance for a while, hehe, Gu Qingqiao twitched the corners of his mouth, how similar this scene is to his previous life!
Turning his eyes to the stage, he passed over familiar or unfamiliar faces. Those faces contained contempt, resentment, and… worry and confusion.
Didn't find the person he wanted to see, Gu Qingqiao looked up at the sky. Last time, he came with his sword, this time, don't come!
"Gu Qingqiao, do you know the guilt?" Zheng Chen stood up, his voice still majestic.
"I'm sorry, Chief Zheng. Gu Mou really doesn't know what he did wrong!" Gu Qingqiao sneered.
"Manipulating the magic circle for one's own selfish interests and taking the souls of millions of people, you still say that you are right?" It was a young man behind Zheng Genran who spoke. This son has quite a status in Moyun Mountain. According to legend, he is Zheng Genran's nephew and has been with Zheng Genran for over ten years.
"Xianjun is joking!" Gu Qingqiao leaned back lazily, "such a powerful practice, Gu is really not good at it!"
"Shameless!" An old man in the audience shouted loudly: "Back then, you leaked the whereabouts of the anti-magic army and caused my Tiantao people to be slaughtered. I haven't avenged this revenge yet! How can you be mad again!"
"Yes! The deep hatred of the past is now reported at one time!" Several old people said in the crowd, all of which were small sects who participated in the battle of Lin Moyuan back then.
For a while, there was a lot of noise, and the voice of revenge was endless.
Zheng Ranran stood up, smiled and waved his hand, and the audience immediately quieted down.
Looking at the expectation in front of him, he nodded with satisfaction, "This person once killed my elder Moyunshan, and now he has committed such a heinous crime, the crime is unforgivable, if you trust the old man, how about you let me deal with it? "
Under the stage, the Nie family in Lingshan has not yet arrived, the Qin family in Taiyuan, Qingshan City, and the Dragon Tiger Villa are silent, only Luo Ziqi from Baihua Valley shouted: "Okay! Chief Zheng, don't be soft-hearted! "
For a time, the small sects attached to Moyun Mountain and Baihuagu expressed their positions one after another and handed the decision to Zheng Genran.
"Thank you for your trust! Zheng will let him tell the truth." Zheng Gengran bowed his hands, turned and walked towards Guqing Bridge.
It is said that Zheng Genran once learned a secret skill, controlled by spiritual power, which can make people involuntarily confess all conspiracies. In many previous Xianjia public trials, he also showed this skill and won everyone's trust.
Everyone in the audience raised their heads and watched Zheng Genran walk towards Guqing Bridge step by step.
He walked slowly, but he was gathering spirits secretly in his hands. Since the battle in Moyuan, he has been using Soul-Easing Pill to recuperate. Although he has recovered from his injuries, his realm has never been able to advance, and he is still struggling in the middle stage of Nascent Soul. He wouldn't be so troublesome and come up with so many things.
But for the current Gu Qingqiao, Yuan Ying is more than enough.
The spiritual power in his hand gradually formed a ball of light. Without saying a word, Zheng Yanran raised his hand and patted the Tianling Gai of Guqingqiao. This shot actually used 100% of his power. This is where he used a secret skill, it was all about killing people. Silence!
A strong sense of crisis swept through Gu Qingqiao's body, and the demon ancestor Sheliteng in his body started to operate. The spiritual power between heaven and earth was drawn by him, and quickly entered the body, and the demonic energy in the body skyrocketed.
The first two times when the demonic energy was stimulated, Gu Qingqiao was completely unconscious. This time, because he actively stimulated the demonic energy, he was still able to keep his consciousness a little sober and control his actions, so as not to violently hurt others.
But being able to control is one thing, being able to respond in time is another.
Gu Qingqiao's demonic energy was running in his body, the blood in his whole body was boiling, his ear drums were rumbling, and his hands and feet were so heavy that it seemed like a stone had fallen.
You must know that when the previous demon kings broke through, they either found a secluded place to practice alone, or in a quiet room, guarded by heavy soldiers outside, because the breakthrough was dangerous and abnormal, there was a little accident, the lesser ones fell short, and the more serious ones May die outright.
Throughout the ages, he was the only one who sought a breakthrough in such a dangerous situation.
However, Zheng Genran did not give him this time.
The big hand slammed it down heavily, whistling with spiritual power, and then, the huge spiritual power collided with a sharp gust of wind, and shot towards the surrounding with the high platform as the center. Eyes closed, wobbly.
When everyone raised their heads, the ancient green bridge on the stage was already on the ground, Zheng Genran still stretched out his hand and looked forward in disbelief.
A handsome young man in white, his left palm was against Zheng Heran's palm, and his right hand was on his wrist.
No one knows how he got to Suoxiantai, only Zheng Genran saw that the moment he took the shot, a gap suddenly appeared in the air, and the young man in white jumped out of the gap and took it. Slap with all your strength.
Zheng Renran touched his palm, and immediately felt the surging spiritual power in the opponent's body, and the realm was not below his own.
And the appearance of this young man... Zheng Heran was shocked, could it be...
Some people in the audience already recognized him, and the old man cried out in disbelief, "This, isn't this Mu Xiyun who passed away fifty years ago?"
The young man shouted, "Mu Yun, Senior Brother Mu!"
Zheng Yanran was caught by Mu Xiyun with ten successes. At this time, he couldn't lift it up in one breath, and he couldn't do it immediately. He lowered his face and shouted, "Where did you come from? What are you doing to protect this monster?"