Blossoms

2.

On the villain list, the Tianyin sect has the largest number.

Mo Zixi has always known what kind of sorcery the Tianyin Sect is practicing. He always has to do evil, plunder and kill people to make himself stronger. In the area of ​​southern Xinjiang, there have been frequent reports of Tianyin Sect disciples going to burn, kill, and plunder. Several villages that had been living and working in peace and contentment could not help but seek help from Wangjun Mountain.

Mo Zixi took Qin Zihuan to the southern border, and found that the beautiful mountains and rivers he had visited a few years ago were like a wasteland, and the people were in dire straits.

This time, they are likely to face the number one villain on the list. According to legend, the Hundred Fingers Demon Lord abducted the people of southern Xinjiang to take their blood in order to practice the Tianyin forbidden technique.

'Hundred Finger Demon Lord' can be said to be a forbidden word in southern Xinjiang.

Passers-by heard his name and fled in all directions, screaming endlessly.

Mo Zixi felt that they had encountered a formidable opponent that he could not solve, and wanted to go back to Wangjun Mountain to inform the head of the sect to send his masters and uncles to rescue them and work together to deal with this big devil.

"Senior brother, we've all come here." Qin Zihuan sat in front of him with piercing eyes, "Everyone knows the reputation of Wangjunshan, you and me... If we run away now, what will those Tianyin teachers say about us?" ?”

"Fate is more important, or is face more important?" Mo Zixi looked at him with his chin resting.

Qin Zihuan stuck out his tongue: "If you don't go, I'll go by myself..."

"Okay, okay, I can't beat you." Mo Zixi pinched his temples: "Don't say I didn't warn you, if you can't beat you, you can only run away. It won't be too ugly to run away when the time comes."

The person in front of him shrugged, noncommittal.

When the two came to Jueming Ridge, they looked deserted, quiet and desolate. The boatman who sent them over was only willing to send them nearby because they paid a lot of money.Mo Zixi had no choice but to take his junior brother for a while before finally arriving at this place.

The towering mountains in the distance gave off a gloomy and strange atmosphere.

If you don't enter a tiger's den, you can't get a tiger's son.

Mo Zixi told himself to calm down, he just followed Qin Zihuan's intention to come and take a look, if he couldn't beat him, he would run away, 36 tricks, it's that simple.

Moving in that direction, Mo Zixi and Qin Zihuan walked into a forest without knowing it, and the night gradually darkened, and the two walked forward one after the other.

Suddenly there was a whoosh sound from behind, and Mo Zixi turned his head, and a man covered in a robe so that his face could not be seen clearly, and holding a piano was already standing behind them.

Qin Zihuan groaned, and Mo Zixi saw the sound just now, and actually drew a bloodstain on the arm of his junior, an invisible hidden weapon, hurting people invisible.

It's different from Piao Miao's swordsmanship...but there are some similarities.

"A member of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, you are brave enough to break into my heavenly realm." The mysterious man in front of him said, raised his head, pointed at the saber tied around Mo Zixi's waist, and said with a laugh: "My way is Who, it turned out to be you two."

Mo Zixi stared at the piano on his body, and cupped his hands: "Your Excellency is the Demon Lord."

Qin Zihuan, who was next door to him, showed a surprised expression. Hidden behind him, he looked coldly at the man covered by the robe, feeling more and more uneasy.

"Exactly." The Demon Lord put his hands on the strings: "Wangjun Mountain is finally going to attack me?"

Hearing what he said, Mo Zixi knew that there was no way to stop the fierce battle, so he quickly drew out the Shuixiu sword and said, "Your Excellency is ranked number one on the villain list, I offended you."

"Offended?" The Demon Lord let out a strange laugh.

Visibility was too low under the moonlight, so Mo Zixi used Piaomiao swordsmanship and Qin Zihuan kicked up and charged forward, countless sword intents shot out from behind his raised hand, drawing a burst of arc.

Suddenly an invisible flying sword flew in front of them, and the two of them hurried past.The devil touched the zither with his fingers, and there was a deafening sound. Mo Zixi felt that the sword intent coming from behind was cut off. He quickly raised the Shuixiu sword to block it, and there was another zither sound, and he cut a hole in the sound About to rush up.

A dazzling sword light flashed.

Mo Zixi swung the sword in his hand, and Qin Zihuan on the opposite side understood, and with a kick, he wanted to chop off the strings of the devil's zither.The Demon Lord saw his movement, exerted a slight force on his hand, and countless hidden weapons flew towards the two of them.

There was a clack.

The moment the strings broke, Mo Zixi felt a huge impact hit the two of them, and before reaching out to pull Qin Zihuan who was standing closer than himself, he was already knocked out.

The dense wounds on his body made him tremble with pain, Mo Zixi managed to stand up and saw the Demon Lord still standing there looking at them, although he couldn't see his face, but Mo Zixi always felt that he was just mocking He looked at himself.

Feeling a fishy smell coming from his throat, Mo Zixi vomited a mouthful of blood, and suddenly saw Qin Zihuan who was motionless, stretched out his hand and pushed his body.

His response was lifelessness.

"Zihuan... Junior brother..." Mo Zixi opened his mouth and turned Qin Zihuan over.

The demon king in the distance picked up the Shanming sword that Qin Zihuan left behind, and looked at it carefully under the moonlight. The blood on it looked so startling through the moonlight. The demon monarch looked at it for a while, and then approached Mo Zixi with the sword.

"Hey..." Mo Zixi patted Qin Zihuan's cheek and said in a panic, "Don't scare me..."

The Demon Lord behind him slowly raised the Shanming Sword against the moonlight, showing a strange smile, and just as Mo Zixi turned around, he pierced Mo Zixi's chest with his sword.

Mo Zixi only felt more pain all over his body, and lowered his head indifferently.

Blood was bubbling from his chest, and the man looked at Mo Zixi and blinked slowly.

"Monster, why aren't you dead yet?" The demon lord gripped the hilt of the Shanming Sword tightly, and happened to see the sadness flashing in Mo Zixi's eyes, which was a feeling of hopelessness in the world.

Despair, at this moment, came towards him overwhelmingly.

"I have a hunch..." The Demon Lord smiled and said, "One day, you will become like me, a... lunatic who only knows how to kill."

After speaking, he drew the sword in his hand.

Warm blood splashed out, Mo Zixi's eyes widened, he couldn't see his surroundings clearly, only felt the blood in his whole body was boiling.

Rivers and lakes, a land of right and wrong.

Don't want to be stained with dust, but the world is impermanent.

He is Mo Zixi, a disciple of Wangjun Mountain of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. He has to contribute to the foundation of Wangjun Mountain in his whole life, even if he sacrifices his life for it.

Even if, his wish in this life is to stay by his side well.

...can't just die.

Mo Zixi couldn't remember how he sent Qin Zihuan back to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. Everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him. When he brought Qin Zihuan's body back to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, everyone looked at him. The look of a monster.

He felt that his blood had been drained, but he couldn't die yet, so he had to send his junior brother back.

Putting his body under Wangjun Mountain, Mo Zixi raised his head, facing the morning sun, he seemed to see the appearance of floating life, white mountain flowers fluttering, on the cliff, at the end of the mountain flowers, the figure he missed smiled at him.

In life, it is still full of spring...and the days when flowers bloom.

Mo Zixi stood at the entrance of Qingfengtang, her whole body was covered with scars, she raised her eyes and saw Chu Rui coming out of the hall, she managed to smile.

He said: "Brother Chu... we meet again, this time I have to be taken care of by you."

Finally... finally.

When Chu Rui caught him, Mo Zixi even felt that even if he died immediately, he would die without regret.

Unsurprisingly, Fushen's ancestral medical skills are all first-class, and Mo Zixi didn't know why he recovered so quickly. After only staying for a few days, he returned to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect to attend Qin Zihuan's funeral .

Holding the medicine bottle that Chu Rui gave her, Mo Zixi stepped into the hall quickly.

The plain cloth strips indicate that the entire Wangjun Mountain is falling into a sad atmosphere.

Before entering the door, the uncle and uncles stood at the door and watched him come in, casting disdainful glances one after another.

"Zihuan is still young." The uncle tugged at his slightly trembling shoulders: "It's fine if you take him to other places on weekdays. How can you go to a place like Jueming Ridge? Why don't you come back and discuss it first?"

Seeing that Mo Zixi didn't move, he immediately cursed: "Do you think you are great because you are Mo Zixi? Don't you know who the devil is? Do you think you look down on us!"

Mo Zixi could no longer hear a single word he said, he was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry..."

"Okay." A voice came from the hall: "Don't quarrel here."

Mo Zixi subconsciously looked into the hall, and it was Liu Changle who spoke.

The master is already a little old, and now he is even more haggard. He sat blankly beside Qin Zihuan's wine-red coffin, and touched the disciple he had loved since childhood in the coffin over and over again. Eye.

"Master..." Mo Zixi's words trembled, "It's my fault..."

It would be fine if he didn't agree to his junior brother, fine if he refused, fine if he just pulled him back... Everything wrong is because he didn't think well of others.

"Zixi, it's not your fault." The person sitting beside the coffin didn't look up at him, but kept looking at Qin Zihuan: "I believe it as a teacher... Zihuan won't blame you."

My heart felt like being grabbed by someone.

Mo Zixi knelt beside her master, kowtowed and said, "Disciple... vows to avenge my brother..."

"Zixi..."

"I swear to seek justice for... Zihuan..." he said, tears could not stop falling from the corners of his eyes.

To commemorate the dead Qin Zihuan, and everything he had hoped for, the dream he had longed to return to his life, he finally got farther and farther away from his vision.

The group of people behind him finally dispersed after hearing what he said.

"He still has a conscience."

"Okay... that's enough for you, after all, you are my junior."

"It's just one more reason to attack the Demon Lord..."

Hearing what they said, Mo Zixi felt his whole body throbbing uncontrollably.

Wangjun Mountain, with beautiful mountains and rivers and beautiful twin swords, was once famous all over the world.

So far, extinct.

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[Author: Xiao Mo is so pitiful, touching his head. 】

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[The rest will be the reminiscence chapter, from the beginning to the beginning and the end of five years ago, before it was Chu Rui's perspective, now let's take a look at Mo Zixi's perspective. 】