Immortal Illusionist

Mu Ziyi looked at the back of the boy in white who was going away, and fell into a daze for a moment.

The moment he lost his mind, the forest was suddenly covered by clouds and mist all over the sky.The milky white mist is like the most genial breeze in spring, gently hugging Mu Ziyi into his arms.

His thoughts gradually blurred...

In the white mist, the figure of the young man playing the flute unexpectedly appeared, bowed slightly to Mu Ziyi, and said respectfully: "Phantom spirit, I have seen Mr. Sufeng."

A gust of breeze was melodious.The ninth-grade swordsmanship in Mu Ziyi's body --- in the beginning, even dominated the body of Mu Ziyi who had lost his sanity.Mu Ziyi, who had been sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, and an incomparable aura surged out of his body, as if for a moment, he returned to the ancient battlefield ten thousand years ago. He just stood casually with his hair loose, It can suppress the murderous aura soaring on the battlefield.The blue robes all over his body fluttered in the battle wind, and his sword pointed at the sky, looking at the world with disdain, making people unable to help but arouse a desire to follow him to conquer the world.

"It's been 2 years." The gentle voice seemed to be soaked in the dust of wind and frost, exuding deep sadness from the inside out: "2 years, Nian'er, I finally saw your figure. Phantom, It's time to fulfill your mission."

The white mist boy bent down and saluted: "Huanling understands. Young master, this Mu Ziyi is your heir?"

Sufeng shook his head: "He is the most similar to me back then, but to become my successor, there is still a final step, phantom, do you understand?"

The white mist boy smiled faintly: "The phantom naturally understands."

"Then I'll leave it to you." The brilliance belonging to Mr. Sufeng in Mu Ziyi's eyes gradually dissipated: "When he passes the final test, I will wake up again."

"Gentlemen." The white mist boy watched Mu Ziyi, who was gradually losing consciousness, and murmured, "The last test is the choice of one's nature."

The white mist surged all over the sky again, swallowing everything in the world.

In a trance, it seems like a whisper from ancient times: "The first life, peach blossoms in March."

"Young master, you must take care of yourself. The journey is exhausting and there is no need to take care of you, but you must take good care of yourself. In autumn, add some clothes, and stay in a hotel at the top. Don't sleep casually. You must not sleep outside." She, looking carefully, actually has a three-point appearance, which is similar to Anxi Nan.

Mu Ziyi hugged the frail young man into his arms: "Xiao Gu, I, Mu Ziyi, assure you that this time I am going to Beijing, I will definitely be the leader of many people, and ask Your Majesty for Mingzhi to heal your illness, and then ..." He caressed the young man's face, lightly touched his eyebrows with his lips: "In this life, you are the only one who will accompany you."

However, on the way to Beijing, he was ambushed on the official road and all his money was looted. Mu Ziyi was seriously injured and was rescued by the current princess.

"Who are you?" Mu Ziyi's eyes were blank, forgetting his past.

The young girl in the cardamom age had just begun to fall in love. Looking at the handsome and handsome young man, she said in a mysterious way: "Brother Mu, you are my lover."

"Lover...is that so?" In a trance of memory, it seems that there is indeed such a person, whom I keep in my heart and never forget.

"it's me."

The announcement of the imperial list caused a sensation in the entire imperial capital.Which family's son has won the tribute, and is eager to return to his hometown to marry his childhood sweetheart cousin, and which beloved disciple of the great writer failed to win the honor, still frowned handsomely and gritted his teeth.True or false, it is like a pool of spring water in the old pond in front of the common people’s gate, with blue waves rippling and dazzling in the melting spring.The storyteller in the inn was eloquent and beaming, as if he was a stern examiner appointed by a sage, looking at the appearance of all living beings.

At the end of the topic, it is always the same person.

Mu Ziyi, the number one scholar in the new discipline, wowed the Taifu with a policy theory, and a quatrain that was praised by hundreds of officials. The emperor poured three glasses of wine in person.Young and promising, rich and handsome, well-educated, all the praises from all over the world, let him take it all by himself.

The beloved daughter of Prince Qing, who has power over the government and the public, Princess Qingluo will not marry unless he is the only one.

"I heard that the princess is beautiful and celestial, and Mu Zhuangyuan is really a man and a woman, a match made in heaven."

"Brother Mu, are you really willing to get married with me?" The girl said shyly.

"That's natural." Mu Ziyi hugged him in his arms: "Aren't you my lover?"

The nephrite jade is warm and fragrant, but there is no familiar throbbing.Is it because I lost my memory?

"Brother Mu, but, I heard that you are still having an affair with other people at home?" The girl looked away angrily.

Mu Ziyi felt wronged in his heart, and quickly comforted him: "Didn't I lose my memory, those people are at your disposal."

"really."

Carloads of gold, silver and jewelry were hurriedly transported back to Mu's residence, and the number one scholar returning home was like a cloud of ceremonies.

Mu Ziyi couldn't resist Princess Qingluo's persistent request, and as soon as she got home, she immediately started preparing for the wedding, making appointments, welcoming the bride, and arranging the Mu residence...

It's just that every time I meet my parents, I can see their complicated and slightly disappointed eyes.

With flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, Mu Ziyi slowly lifted the red hijab, and the woman in front of her eyes looked like a painting, smiling: "Mulang?"

It's obviously a happy event in the world, why, it seems that there is a corner left in my heart, empty.

The moment the red lips met, the sound of Nuo Nuo seemed to come to my ears.

Who is it that every time I look back when I was a child, I can hear him calling "Young Master"?

Who is it, when the night is quiet and everyone is quiet, silently accompany me to read at night with the lamp on, leaning over to grind ink.

And who is it, lying on the hospital bed angrily, exhorting and admonishing him who is about to travel?

It wasn't the woman with the phoenix crown and the xiapei in front of me. All my good memories never included this woman in front of me.

It's someone else.

Mu Ziyi seemed to have thought of something, pushed the woman in his arms away, and hurried out of the bridal chamber, leaving the distraught woman crying in the room.

Walking in the mansion uncontrollably with both feet, the road under his feet seemed to have been walked by him a thousand times or ten thousand times, and he was extremely familiar.

It was a small house with white walls and black tiles, simple and plain.

In the house, there was a small couch, on which lay a thin young man, his second brother and third sister stood beside him, looking back at him, their eyes were still indescribably complicated.

"Brother, you're here." The second brother whispered.

"What are you doing here?" The third sister said with tears in her eyes, "Since you have subdued Xiao Gu in order to gain power and wealth, why show off your kindness here?"

The third sister, who has always been docile and clingy, turned out to be so mean and bitter.

The second brother grabbed the crying third sister, and said to Mu Ziyi: "It's okay if the elder brother is here, but after Xiao Gu took Wuxiangsan, he was paralyzed and lost all five senses, but after all, he still hopes to see you for the last time."

Xiao Gu?No separation?Feeling lost?

The memories imprisoned in the mind seemed to be pierced by a small hole with the tip of a needle, and numerous memories spewed out.

Mu Ziyi moved her stiff body, step by step, and came to the bed with difficulty.

"My lord, Xiao Gu will always be waiting for you." Under the gentle sun of March, the peach blossoms came as promised, falling colorfully on the shoulders of a young man in white.

The boy on the bed was no longer the sunny look in his memory.The absence of separation made him feel completely lost, and at the same time he was unable to eat.It was a bony face, only the outline of the eyebrows seemed to be able to describe the appearance of that year.

No, my little Gu is not like this.

My little Gu likes to smile with his lips pursed, his face is full of flowers, making people feel that the years are quiet and beautiful.He shouldn't be like this now, a person imprisoned in eternal darkness, without light, without sound, waiting for hunger and disease to take away his vitality bit by bit.

"Brother, do you know what Xiao Gu said when he held Wuxiangsan in his hand?" The second brother's voice was a little choked up: "He said, it's a pity that the wedding robe I made myself can no longer be used.

Xiao Gu always thought that you would come back and put on the wedding robe for him with your own hands. "

"It's a pity, I was wrong, but I don't blame him, they are a match made in heaven, right? My son is a master, a dragon among dragons, I don't want to be a stain on his future dominance , perhaps, this is the best choice for me."

I remembered, Xiao Gu, I remembered everything.

You are my true love, we will meet each other for life and death in the desert, watch each other in the vast sea, and tell each other our hearts by the misty and rainy lake.

You took poison for me, and only Ganoderma lucidum can detoxify.

I agreed to go to Beijing to seek medicine for you. I promised you that when I come back, I will stay with you for the rest of my life.

Fool, why do you want to take that Wuxiangsan.

You should throw him on the ground, spit, find me, slap me on the face and scold me for being a betrayer. You should slide your nails across my face and squeeze out my heart, you I should stick a knife into my confidant and turn it back and forth to vent my hatred.

Instead, bear all the grievances, let yourself fall into endless darkness and void, not feel all the light and shadow of the outside world, let loneliness bind you, let yourself be tortured to death by hunger in the end.

Mu Ziyi held Xiao Gu's bony wrist and gently hugged him in his arms.

The breath of the young man in his arms has long been lost.Mu Ziyi stubbornly called "Little Gu" over and over again.He hurriedly took off his wedding gown, and hurriedly put it on for Xiao Gu: "Xiao Gu, I put on a wedding gown for you, let's have a drink with you."

The wine flowed down the corner of Xiao Gu's mouth, and wet Zhu Hong's skirt.

Mu Ziyi wiped it in a hurry, but it didn't help.He hugged Xiao Gu and walked step by step to the pond in the courtyard.

"Yi'er, come back quickly." His father's voice was a little trembling, a little old.

Mu Ziyi lowered his head and kissed the young man in his arms lightly, then shook his head: "Xiao Gu's clothes are dirty, I'll take him to wash them."

"Brother," the little girl said with tears in her eyes, "wake up, Xiao Gu is dead."

"Little Gu is dead." "Little Gu is dead." The little girl's voice echoed in the huge courtyard for a long time.

Mu Ziyi's face was miserable, his eyes were full of despair, he gently stroked his already cold face, and begged in a low voice: "Little Gu, don't die, don't die..."

"what!!!"

He suddenly hugged Xiao Gu tightly, screamed like a wildly injured beast, and plunged into the water...

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