Medical scum wants to cultivate immortality

"Brother, I'm fine. Quan Dangzuo goes out to relax by the way."

Mo Wenfeng had kindness in his eyes, and nodded with a gratified smile. It's good that my younger brother finally let go of the past.Luo Zhiyu, Luo Zhiyu...

In his heart, he wanted to say thank you, but Mo Wenfeng didn't say it out loud. From now on, I can only leave my brother to you.

Father, aunt, Mo's son, Wen Xue and I will think of a way. We have consulted a lot of books and sent many people to look for Su's remaining disciples.Hopefully, something will be gained.

"Let's go." Mo Wenfeng patted Mo Wenshuang on the shoulder.

Outside the gate of Feiling Realm, a few disciples of the He family in gray school uniforms were receiving other members of the Immortal Sect.

This Zhuang family is miserable enough that they don't even have a young disciple to receive them.

In the cold winter, the surrounding scenery is not as lush and full of vitality as it was in summer, and it is not as comfortable and comfortable as the yellow leaves flying around when I came last time.

Now that the Zhuang family has left more than half of its disciples, except for the tall and big houses that are still bright and green, it is very depressed by the surrounding dead trees and white snow.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter, this has been the case since ancient times.

Mo Wenfeng sighed: "It must have been the same for our Mo family back then."

"Over the years, brother, you have worked hard." Mo Wenxue turned her head to the teachers behind her, and saluted deeply, "And everyone, the seniors who are willing to stay and take care of you, Mrs. Mo, share weal and woe."

Mo Wenfeng and Mo Wenshuang also saluted to express their respect and gratitude.

"The three masters are polite." Several teachers hurriedly returned the salute.

Luo Zhiyu caught the guilt in Mo Wenshuang's eyes, and quietly moved over, "There is still a lot of time in the future, you can contribute, my little Shuangshuang can't blame herself."

"Well," he nodded, "I will."

A group of people followed He's disciples into the Feiling Realm.Greetings from He's disciples came from behind.

"Meng Zhangzun, this way please."

Meng Qi, upon hearing this name, Mo Wenshuang paused.

"Why did you stop?" Luo Zhiyu pulled his sleeve, "I'll take you to the guest room to rest."

"Ah Luo, I know you're worried about me." He turned around and looked at Meng Qi, who was brought in by He's disciples. How can you really let go if you want to resolve it.”

These words are calm and calm.But Luo Zhiyu felt a little worried. When he calmed down, would he press something hard or make him lose control.

Meng Qi, who came in, waved his hand and told the teacher and disciples who came to follow He's to rest first.He stood firmly in front of Mo Wenshuang, his Adam's apple kept rolling, but he couldn't say anything.

"There are many people here, go to a quiet place, do you want me to accompany you?"

Luo Zhiyu was a little worried.The worms in his body have not yet been expelled. Yuan Tong said that as long as he completely opens the knot in his heart, the worms will leave the host's body by themselves.

Although he ruined the environment, he no longer has to go to Haishi to be beaten and scolded.But after all, it is a habit that has remained unchanged for 15 years. He will not be able to adapt so quickly, and his family will no longer exist.

Luo Zhiyu always tried his best to distract him when he was embarrassed at Haishi.He is always looking forward to the bugs in his body coming out quickly, so that he can rest assured and know that he really has no obsessions.

He looked at Meng Qi, could you be his last obsession?

The three of them came to Zhuang's back garden. The flowers here had already withered, and without the support of the immortal law, there was decay everywhere.

"I... I'm sorry." Meng Qi had been brewing a sentence for a long time, and when he burst out, he was like a gauze that was forcibly stretched, and was loosened in an instant, swaying wildly with the wind, confused and not knowing the direction.

Mo Wenshuang lowered her eyes, not knowing how to respond to this "I'm sorry."

If I hadn't rescued him back then, my parents and elder brother would have been safe and sound as usual.

However, if you don't save him, then at this time today, he will not see Meng Qi who revived the Meng family.But whether his Meng family is up or down, does it have anything to do with him?

It's okay... isn't it.He let out a long sigh, it doesn't matter, so he can stand by and watch?If I do that, my father will definitely blame me. I don't have the strength of a person who cultivates immortals, and I am ashamed to stand on the sidelines.

I really want someone to tell me how to balance right and wrong.

Meng Qi thought countless times that one day he would be able to meet Mo Wenshuang face to face and ask for his forgiveness in person. No matter what the other party wanted to do, he would admit it, as long as he could get a word of forgiveness.Let the haze of 15 years ago completely dissipate, let the remorse and uneasiness in my heart get some self-conceited "peace of mind."

This day finally came, but he didn't know where to start other than turning his thousand words into a sentence of sorry.

The three of them froze, the cold wind lingered in their ears, and Mo Wenshuang turned his left hand, which melted crying blood.

Luo Zhiyu grabbed his arm and shook his head.Meng Qi stood up straight and closed his eyes.

"Crying blood, 15 years, never cut off the blood, I, 15 years, never had tears," Mo Wenshuang calmed down, "Brother Ah Yu never blamed me, presumably, will not..."

A tear slipped down, dripped on the back of the hand, split into countless tiny teardrops, rolled down the ground quickly, and disappeared.

"He won't be willing either, and I won't forgive him. From then on, I will not be bloodthirsty when crying for blood. May I have no time and never have time."

Meng Qi opened his eyes with a look of unwillingness, such an understatement, he didn't answer half a sentence of forgiveness, but every word said that there was no need to apologize, and there was also an ambiguous refusal to respond, which made him feel uneasy.

"Three words, can you make up for all these years? No way! Does a word represent a person? No way! You are so magnanimous, so you don't give me a clear direction, teach me how to spend the rest of my life peacefully ?”

Meng Qi became agitated. He approached Mo Wenshuang and said loudly, "Are you willing to forgive me or not? Mo Wenshuang, do you remember that year when I beat you hard? Do you remember?" Remember, don't you remember!"

Holding Mo Wenshuang, he kept asking with trembling hands.

"You are enough!" Luo Zhiyu pulled him away, "Let go!"

Meng Qi opened his arm, which was covered with wounds of different lengths.

Luo Zhiyu couldn't help frowning, the dense scars were really shocking.

"Every time I go to Mianwujing, if I don't get a response, I will stab myself with a sword as punishment, as a kind of self-consolation for you not to forgive me."

"Interesting?" Luo Zhiyu sneered, "Bo sympathy? Do you still want Master Shuang to comfort you and feel sorry for you?"

He looked at Mo Wenshuang's indifferent and emotionless eyes, and felt uncomfortable. You all have the same way, and you like to hurt yourself to get the "righteousness" in your heart!

Meng Qi shook his head, "I don't dare to hope for anything, but I can't get rid of the guilt in my heart. Mo Wenshuang, I really hope that all the marks on my body are left by you. Only then do I feel that I am alive It still makes a little sense.”

Mo Wenshuang turned around slowly, stepping on the broken branches step by step, "Forgive or not, it doesn't matter. I have no choice, tell myself, to forgive someone, and I have no choice but to hate someone. Since I can't do it, don't Do it, why bother...you have to hold on to it."

Meng Qi shook his head, "If you don't hate me and won't forgive me, in this situation, you might as well hate me so that I can be confident! At least I can still know that I was wrong!"

"Right or wrong, as far as the dead bones are concerned, what can be exchanged for them? So, what's the use of being right or wrong?" After Mo Wenshuang finished speaking, he strode away.

Luo Zhiyu blocked Meng Qi who was about to chase, "There is no need to meet in the future, whether you blame yourself or feel uneasy, please don't come here to tell him. His fragility, once you touch him, you can't fight again."

Meng Qi pushed Luo Zhiyu away, "I must get a result."

"Don't force people too much!" Luo Zhiyu turned out a wooden sword to block him.

With a sound of "Ding Dong", Meng Qi's saber came out of his body, his hair was chopped off, and the wooden sword broke in two.Luo Zhiyu rushed the Broken Sword towards Meng Qi, kicked his feet on the ground, bounced up with force, trampled on his shoulders, and kicked back violently, preventing Meng Qi from catching up with Mo Wenshuang.

"Ah Luo." Mo Wenshuang turned around, quickly protected him with spiritual power, and glared at Meng Qi slightly, "There are many things, if you don't face them, it will be more beneficial to each other than explaining everything clearly."

"Just one word..."

"In this world, right and wrong don't matter, and right and wrong are of no consequence. Why cling to a useless forgiveness. If I really say forgiveness, you can really let go of the past calmly?" Mo Wenshuang's face was ruthless, and her tone was decisive and forceful , "If Zhuang Chengfei told you that he was wrong, would Senior Meng forgive him?"

"!!" Meng Qi's heart skipped a beat, looking at Mo Wenshuang, he was overwhelmed.

Forgive... what is the use of forgiveness?

doesn't change anything...

The sunshine in the cold wind is humble and desperate, and Meng Qi's figure is short and heavy.

He silently retracted the sword, stared blankly into the distance, and said nothing.

"Wen Shuang...you..." Luo Zhiyu's words weighed heavily on his heart.

"Since I know everything, why bother for myself for 15 years, right?" Mo Wenshuang's lips hooked briefly, and she pulled Luo Zhiyu into her arms, "Because before, I thought that no one would care about me." No matter how I live, I don't need to bear any uneasiness to anyone. But now..."

Luo Zhiyu hugged his waist tightly.

"I don't want my Arlo to be half unhappy. I like to see you smile. I know that as long as I am well, you will smile brightly."

With red eyes and tears in her eyes, Luo Zhiyu stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips without saying anything.

The two people crossed their fingers and walked away gradually.

"A person lives a lifetime, and there are many things that he refuses to let go of himself. Maybe what you care about, what you value, may be the most inconspicuous in the eyes of others."

Meng Qi turned his head slowly.

Under the shadow of the gloomy trees, a black shadow was speaking faintly.

"Mr. Yuan, who are you?"

The wind was whistling, but the man was silent, only sighed.