Mu Xiyuan stayed at Tianji Peak, and the disciples of Tianji Peak came to greet their new companions one after another. According to Elder Mo's words, he explained to everyone one by one. The disciples of Tianji Peak are used to seeing new disciples coming and going, and it is not surprising. Although this new junior disciple looks a little weak, his eyebrows are soft and his attitude is gentle, and they all like it.
Mu Xiyuan took morning classes with others in the morning, studying medical science, and practiced swordsmanship alone in the afternoon.
Mu Xiyun is naturally familiar with Moyunshan's basic skills. After practicing swords for a few days, he has become proficient in sword moves and sword shapes. Although the meridians are still tingling in the past few days, he still follows the basic skills to draw Qi into the body and flush the meridians. There has been little success.
Today I meditated under the plum tree in the back mountain. There seems to be a change in the sea of consciousness. There is a small force that is wandering in the meridians. It slowly gathers the scattered spiritual energy in the body, and gathers it together in small strands. Mu Xiyun followed that power carefully, guided the gathered spiritual power into the sea of consciousness, and slowly rotated and gathered.
Jinwuxi is slanting on the horizon, and the warm winter sun shines on the face through the shadow of the plum tree, just like that day...
Mu Xiyuan's mind moved, and the spiritual energy in the sea of consciousness suddenly accelerated, and the force that gathered true energy slammed into his heart.
In an instant, Mu Xiyuan's consciousness rose into the air and floated out of his body.
He saw the misty mountains in the distance, surrounded by mist; the slanting sun in the west was shining with warm light, bunches shining on the plum trees; the plum branches were full of flowers, the red petals and the golden flower hearts were very clear, as if they could be seen at a glance. As far as the details of all the flowers are concerned, it seems that only one plum blossom is swaying in the wind.
This experience was only for a short moment, and Mu Xiyuan's consciousness was suddenly pulled back into the body. It was like a strong wind was blowing around, and the spiritual energy in the mountains rushed to the body like turbulent waves. Spinning like a vortex, it was getting faster and faster, and the spiritual energy was squeezed in strongly, as if to burst the sea of knowledge.
A petal was drooping down by the breeze and fluttering.
With a long whistle, Mu Xiyuan suddenly drew his sword in his hand, and stabbed the flower petals with a sword. Before the sword arrived, the flower petals floated forward as if blown by the breeze. The sword rises again, like a playful bird, chasing after the petals, but always separated by a certain distance. In the end, Mu Xiyuan swept with a sword, the sword qi spurted, the plum tree moved against the wind, and a tree of flowers floated down, and the person under the tree fell.
"Concentrate, form the seal, and enter the sea!" Mo Zhiqi came to Mu Xiyun's side at some point and shouted.
Mu Xiyuan tied her hand to the Dharma seal, and sat down again under the plum tree, already in meditation.
When the sky was completely dark and the stars were shining brightly, Mu Xiyuan opened her eyes.
"Yes, I didn't expect you to make a breakthrough so soon! In just half a month, you have already broken through the Qi training realm and established the foundation directly." Mo Zhiqi sighed: "As expected of the chief of Moyun Mountain fifty years ago."
Mo Zhiqi grabbed his wrist and probed for the pulse: "Not bad, I can feel your soul and body have merged a little more. It should feel a little more comfortable than before."
"Yes, thank the elder for pointing out the law today."
"It's nothing. Today is New Year's Eve. I just wanted to invite you to have a New Year's Eve dinner, but I didn't expect to catch up with your breakthrough."
"New Year's Eve dinner?" Mu Xiyun was embarrassed, "I'm so sorry for delaying your reunion with your disciples."
"What's the matter," Mo Zhiqi laughed, "I'm even happier if you make progress. Let's go, let's go to the dining hall together. Today, everyone must keep their New Year's Eve and go to the lively and lively together."
"Okay." Mu Xiyun followed with a smile.
The dining hall was lively and lively. Those who lived not far from the mountain went home for the New Year. The disciples on Tianji Peak also sat at two tables. The New Year's Eve dinner was coming to an end. Mother cooked two more dishes that Mo Zhiqi liked and served them hot.
When the disciples with higher cultivation bases in the peak saw Mu Xiyuan's introverted light and his face brightened, he knew that he must have made a breakthrough tonight, and came over to congratulate him with a smile. Mu Xiyun thanked them one by one. There was laughter and laughter in the dining hall, just like Tianliang Peak back then.
After a while, the banquet was over, and there was no need to observe the house rules tonight. The disciples were carrying wine and tea, chatting and keeping the year old. Some people even lit a big bonfire on the Yanwu platform on the edge of the mountain.
The crowd was talking and laughing, and some people were running around in the crowd. It is rare to be so lively on the mountain.
Mo Zhiqi took out a pot of wine and two wine glasses from the elder's room, and handed one to Mu Xiyun.
"It's cold outside, come here and have a drink with me. I heard that you used to be drunk without a thousand cups."
"Heh, Elder Moti, they were all fooling around when they were young." Mu Xiyuan said modestly.
In the Tianliang Peak that year, the elder Li Yao was an alcoholic ranger, and the disciples had been immersed in it for a long time, and they could drink more than the disciples of other peaks. Every year on New Year's Eve, it is the main battlefield for the disciples of Tianliang Peak. Every year, people are drunk under their desks and lose their memory due to hangovers.
But the so-called thousand cups not drunk, but at the foot of the mountain, Mu Xiyun was pulled into the battle group by his senior brother, and he did the best "Spring Breeze Drunk" without saying a word, and he became famous since then.
The two sat on the stone chairs outside the dining hall, holding wine glasses in their hands, looking at the Tianji Peak disciples laughing in the distance, chatting without a word.
"You were brought up the mountain by Li Yao, right?"
"Well, my family was poor when I was a child. My elder brother has already started to study art and can support the family. My parents have added a younger brother and need to take care of it." Mu Xiyuan's voice was soft, with a hint of self-deprecation: "I'm just over ten and a half years old. The eldest son, the most annoying time. The family can't open the pot, so I'm thinking about finding someone to take me to the big city, looking for a little servant apprentice and other errands."
I remember back then, when he was so scared that he didn't want to leave, and was knocked to the ground by a slap in the face.
"Master just happened to be passing by at that time. When he saw this situation, he gave the man some money and took me away. In the next six months, I followed him to many places, and only climbed the mountain at the age of eleven."
"For me," Mu Xiyuan smiled, "Moyun Mountain is my home."
The night wind blew, and the laughter and words of the disciples of Tianji Peak floated.
"Master," Ge Liang, the youngest disciple of Tianji Peak, suddenly ran over, followed by three or five people, "Senior Brother Gu just told me about the battle at Linmoyuan fifty years ago, that Master Mu, later really Didn't you get it back? Not even the master?"
Mo Zhiqi touched his nose embarrassedly, glanced at Mu Xiyuan secretly, and replied to his apprentice: "This is impossible, the spiritual power of a cultivator fills his body, which can be used for battle, and it also becomes the support of life. The process of dissipating spiritual power is extremely damaging to the body, like a house that was suddenly shattered from the inside and lost its pillars, how can it not fall?"
Ge Liang nodded disappointedly. "The traitor in the Southwest Witch Doctor Valley is really abominable!!! If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have lost two heroes in the mountains!" The little face was flushed with anger, "What happened to the devil after that?"
"Go, go, don't disturb the master, the senior brother said that you still don't believe it!" Gu Weijieti, the storyteller, slipped his little junior brother to the distance, and the voice came: "Of course, it is to take the magic crystal, destroy the devil's body, and burn it with a fire. Ashes, souls fly away, no traces left!"
Mu Xiyun paused with his hand holding the wine glass.
Is that so
In the dead of night these days, he has repeatedly searched for the last memory. I just remember that at the end, the blood-red eyes returned to their true colors, and the shouting voice was sincere and eager. He should have gotten rid of the sudden demonic energy and returned to his original appearance. But, but, what will happen to him like that
People are so reluctant to face reality. Without definite information, he could imagine where the man might be locked up now and where the town would be.
Fifty years is not a short time, but it is not enough to consume the life of a cultivator. Maybe there will be a chance to see him in the future. Maybe he can ask the teacher to save him.
Or maybe he died in the past, and he re-entered reincarnation, entrusted him to a good person's house, and lived a safe and happy life.
Maybe... maybe...
Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, as long as there is such a thought, that person is still in this world, and everything has a chance to recover.
All thoughts were wiped out in that sentence.
"The soul is scattered, and there is no trace!"
His body was as cold as frost, trembling involuntarily, but his head was a little dizzy, and everything around him was blurry. Mu Xiyuan put down the wine glass, and suddenly heard herself say to Mo Zhiqi, "This disciple is incapable of drinking. Elder, sit down again, I'll go back first." Before Mo Zhiqi could respond, he got up and walked away.
Mo Zhiqi looked at his thin and thin back and sighed. I don't know what happened back then, and what kind of grievances and entanglements there are, I am afraid that only the parties will know.
Mu Xiyuan was in a daze, and when he came back to his senses, he came to the plum tree where he practiced in the afternoon.
It is said that part of his body came from this plum tree, but no one knew that fifty years ago, part of his life was also related to this plum tree.
In a trance, Mu Xiyuan seemed to see the boy again, facing the sunset, leaning against the plum tree, and showing him a smile.
Outside Fumo Town.
A kitten with black round spots on a yellow background looked at the sparrows on the tree, with round, jade-like brown eyes that didn't blink for a moment, the pupils turned into two thin lines due to the sunlight, and the little fluffy paws were lying on the window of the carriage. On the fence, the tail swung from side to side, leisurely.
Inside the carriage, a young man in black was lying on the slump, looking fixedly at the roof.
This man has a handsome face and deep eyebrows, with a bit of the characteristics of the Western Regions. Under the sunlight, a circle of golden light flickered around his eyes.
A voice came from outside the car: "Cousin, come down for dinner."
The young man in black slowly got up, reached out and picked up the kitten from the window, and got out of the car lazily.
Standing on the ground, the sun shines, and I feel dizzy.
"Oh, be careful!" Sister Chen, who was cooking, hurriedly came to help. This child was born handsome, but his body was too thin, and his pale face even made his eyes look like black jade, which was really pitiful.
"Master Zhang, where are you going?" Sister Chen asked the older young man with the meal.
"Oh, just call me Zhang Jinjin. My cousin and I will go to Nanping."
"Nanping!" Chen leader of the caravan sighed: "This road is thousands of miles away!"
"Oh, there's no way!" Zhang Jinjin sighed, and said softly: "My cousin's house was hit by disaster. His parents both died in the landslide. He was weak and had no way to make money. My father felt sorry for my sister's early death. Just let me take him, handle some business along the way, and go back to Nanping together."
Uncle Zhao filled half a bowl of rice, the vegetables were piled up, and handed to Zhang Jinjin: "Eat quickly, be careful if you eat cold and your stomach hurts. Follow our car to Evian Town, and if you go on your own, it won't be far. It's gone!"
"Okay, thank you uncle."
Evian Town... The young man in black carried the kitten back to the car, leaning against the wall of the car in a daze.
The horse neighed, the carriage shook gently, and the caravan set off again.
Zhang Jinjin got into the carriage and sat on the soft slump beside the warm road, when he heard the young man in black ask lazily, "What story did you make up to deceive people? I was so moved that the aunt gave you a double serving of meals. , I'm so sick of eating."
"Hey, that's how you are," Zhang Jinjin sighed. "I'll be complaining about you when you're good. If I knew earlier, I shouldn't have dug you out of Fumo Mountain."
"Regret?" The young man glanced at him sideways: "It's still too late to bury me back now."
"Oh, forget it. It took me so many precious medicinal materials and spells to finally turn you from a pile of ashes into a human being. Is it easy for me, Gu! Qing! Bridge!"
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The author has something to say:
small theater:
Gu Qingqiao: Oh, it's not easy, I, who live in my memories, finally appeared. Why so slow
Author: I'm afraid you stole A Yun's role! Shall I add some more to you
Gu Qingqiao: Forget it, it’s still more important for my family, Ah Yun!