The Devil is My White Moonlight

Chapter 110: Show up

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At this time, Mu Xiyun had pushed Zheng Genran's palm away, and immediately gave a respectful salute to the younger generation, "Tianliangfeng Mu Xiyun, I have seen the head."

Sure enough it was him!

At this moment, the audience was boiling. When the old people saw the old man, they were amazed at how he came back to life. Almost all the younger generation grew up listening to his story. They were all excited when they thought that this legendary figure broke through the battle with him in Lingshan some time ago. Only Luo Jinan and his son remained silent, with resentment in their eyes.

At this time, Zheng Genran was already riding a tiger and couldn't do it again, so he had to put on the air of an elder, forced a smile and nodded, "I didn't expect that fifty years later, I would still see you. But..." He changed his words, There was a bit of toughness in his tone: "After fifty years, you have been resurrected from the dead together with that demon, but what kind of sorcery did you practice?"

The people in the audience were stunned for a while, but the fact was that the two of them were indeed resurrected at the same time, and Mu Xiyun on the stage showed his intention to maintain the Demon Seed. Is there really something tricky in this

"Headmaster Zheng is joking!" An old voice sounded from the audience, and people followed the sound to see an old man with white hair and beard, supported by a girl in green, slowly walking up the high platform.

"It's you?" Zheng Ran squinted his eyes, and there was a faint murderous look in his eyes. "Elder Huang, stay safe?"

Huang Zelin stepped onto the high platform and bowed his hands to the audience. In these years, he has been walking in the Central Plains, although he did not deliberately manage it, but the name of the genius doctor is there, and he often sets up free clinics in various cities, so all sects and schools know him.

"Speaking of Xiyun's resurrection, it is a proud thing for this old man." He looked down at Gu Qingqiao, Mu Xiyun was already squatting beside him at this time, raised his head and blinked gently at Huang Zelin.

Huang Zelin understood, smiled and explained in detail how he captured Mu Xiyun's soul, how to find the jade embryo, how to refine his body, how to lead his soul into his body... Among them, Mo Zhiqi and the disciples of Tianji Peak were also corroborated. All the immortals could not help but be amazed when they heard it.

"Sect Master Zheng," Huang Zelin turned around and looked at Zheng Heran, "Huang has always been unclear about something, and wants to ask the Sect Master."

Zheng Ganran had an intuition that something was different, so he secretly made a gesture to his nephew, while he continued to put on airs, "Elder, please speak."

"The sect master was seriously injured in the war of beasts in his early years, and his body was damaged and his skills regressed. It was not until the witch doctor Gu Dawu came to treat him that he got better. Speaking of which, the Dawu is still this person's master."

He glanced at Gu Qingqiao, who was still in a coma, and quietly blocked the two of them behind him, "I don't know how Sect Master Zheng has maintained it over the years?"

Zheng Yanran stared, and said contemptuously, "Elder Huang is really a medical idiot. At this time, he is still discussing medical skills with me!"

Huang Zelin raised his hand with a sneer, and there was already a blue-purple medicinal pill on his palm, "Speaking of which, you may know, this is the legendary Yi Hun Pill. It is said that Yi Hun Pill can heal no matter how many injuries. It can also restore the skill of the injured to the original. But how many people know that a single pill of soul-changing requires the lives of a hundred children to exchange!"

"What do you mean?" Zheng Heran said coldly, "Do you think I have relied on this thing to heal my wounds for so many years?"

"Isn't it? Sect Master Zheng?"

Zheng Genran looked at the little pill and raised his head proudly, "Do you have any evidence?"

Huang Zelin was stagnant, although he had been deducing this matter in his mind for decades, and all the small clues pointed to Zheng Heran, but he had no evidence that could directly testify against him!

"You can't talk nonsense without evidence!" Someone in the audience cheered.

Huang Zelin looked at Mu Xiyun and Gu Qingqiao, who were still in the corner of the high platform, motionless.

At this moment, Mu Xiyuan has no perception of the outside world. After Huang Zelin came on stage to attract everyone's attention, he knelt down and sat down, took Gu Qingqiao in his arms, put his palm on his back, and lowered his head into his interior. in the government.

The inner palace of Guqingqiao was dark, the wind raged on the ground, making a loud noise, everything in the inner palace was blown wildly by the wind, the Baishui River hung upside down in the sky, and the river poured down like a torrential rain.

The rain soaked Mu Xiyun in an instant. He faced the strong wind and searched for Gu Qingqiao in the dark inner palace. The shouts were blown to pieces by the wind just after the exit.

A red light flashed on the left wrist, and at some point, the red rope from the previous life returned to her wrist. Mu Xiyuan was overjoyed and hurriedly followed the instructions of the red rope to find it all the way.

The red light flickered, a woman's back flashed in front of her eyes, and she disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Mu Xiyuan took two quick steps, but saw a small figure curled up in a large iron cage, trembling.

"Qingqiao!" Mu Xiyuan stepped forward quickly, stretched her hand over the iron fence, and gently stroked Xiao Qingqiao's wet hair.

The child's body shrank obviously, his hands and feet hugged him tighter, and his tender voice murmured, "Mom, mom..."

Suddenly, Mu Xiyun himself entered the cage, turned into a child, and shrank beside Xiaoqingqiao.

No weapons, no power, but Mu Xiyuan opened her short hands and embraced Xiao Qingqiao in her arms.

"Who are you?" Xiao Qingqiao asked softly, his voice weak like a kitten.

"I'm A Yun, and I'll accompany you."

A big-bellied Hu Shang suddenly appeared in front of the iron cage, patted the iron fence with his fat palm, and opened the iron gate. He grabbed Xiao Qingqiao's collar and took the child out. The small body struggled desperately, but could not escape.

"Stop!" Mu Xiyun yelled, Hu Shang glanced at him, "You want to be with him too?"

Mu Xiyuan nodded, climbed out of the iron cage, and continued to hold Xiaoqingqiao in his arms.

The footsteps sounded behind them, and a figure wearing a black cloak and a hood stepped forward and took the two children. The man had a bloodthirsty smile on his thin, skeleton-like face. He laughed and stuffed a bottle of some unknown elixir into their mouths. Then he took out a handful of unknown bugs and put them all on the child's small body.

The dying Xiao Qingqiao, his hands and feet twitched in pain, tears rolled in his eyes, and the rain wet his face.

Mu Xiyun's ninja was in pain, and she refused to let go of her hands.

The Xiaoqingqiao in front of him gradually grew up. He practiced and tested medicines. He entered the Ten Thousand Gu Cave to fight. He was scolded by thousands of people on the high platform. Those once clear eyes gradually filled with bloodshot.

When the rain stopped, the wind became more violent. Mu Xiyun followed Gu Qingqiao, turning one scene after another, and every time he suffered, he endured it with him, watching him get lost bit by bit.

There was a voice in the air: "They treat you like this, how are you?"

Qingqiao closed his eyes, and his voice was filled with hatred: "I want them to experience the same pain!"

The sound of the wind suddenly quieted down, Gu Qingqiao opened his eyes, his eyes were blood red with mad hatred. A wisp of black air slowly rose from him, covering the whole world.

In the darkness, Mu Xiyuan's white robe shone slightly. He didn't say anything. In front of this person who was mistreated and abused by the world, it was meaningless to say fairness and justice.

In the sky, a blood-red eye opened, "Dedicate your soul, and I will give you strength!"

Gu Qingqiao closed his eyes slightly, silver white light escaped from the top of his head, and the translucent soul slowly appeared.

Mu Xiyun stared blankly at Gu Qingqiao's spirit, that spirit was incomplete... There was a big hole in the heart of his chest.

Where did such a large piece of soul go

The red light flickered, and a red line lit up on Mu Xiyuan's left wrist. There seemed to be something struggling in my heart, a small white light, along the arm to the wrist, merged with the red rope.

Take the soul as the rope, pour the spirit into the heart, stay in the body of one person, and protect the safety of the whole life.

In an instant, scenes flashed before Mu Xiyun's eyes:

Tianji Peak, in front of the plum tree, when he recalled Qingqiao's smiling face, a small force rose up in his chest...

The moment the fox demon's sharp knife pierced his heart, the little white light that blocked the blade...

In the inner palace, the white light turned into a red rope and wrapped around his wrist.

"A Yun gave me something, of course I have to return the gift to be polite!"

"Every time I'm near you, it lights up so you can find me, okay?"

"You should have lost your soul, but I don't know what wrapped your soul, so that I can put it in the jade bottle in time..."

It turns out that you have always kept your promise; it turns out that you have always been by my side, never far away.

The red rope turned into a small green bridge, fluttering away from his arm, and slowly fluttering around him. Suddenly, the small figure stretched out his arms, brought them close to his face, and pressed his lips lightly.

A tear rolled down his cheek, fell on the palm of the soul, and turned into a pearl.

As if holding the most precious thing in the world, Xiao Qingqiao put the pearl on his chest solemnly, flew back to Qingqiao, and merged into his soul.

The soul becomes whole, and there is a slight flash of white light. Mu Xiyun watched Qing Qiao's soul slowly rise, flew towards the blood-red eyes, and silently exited the inner palace.

The outside sun is bright, Gu Qingqiao's body is very cold, and his eyes are still closed quietly. Mu Xiyun stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his eyelids. Maybe, when you woke up again, you didn't know who I was, but as long as you were still alive, I would be happy.