Blossoms

4.

Mo Zixi woke up when Chu Rui applied the medicine to herself.

The kiss was the result of his rushing forward in a flash of enthusiasm, but he was still a little happy to steal Chu Rui's kiss, but this burst of ecstasy was quickly suppressed by him, and he told himself not to go too far.

He told Chu Rui that since he knew he liked him and still acted like this, he should have predicted such a result.

You are always so gentle.

Harm me...increased.

These words are actually reminding himself that Mo Zixi understands that he is always so strong relying on Chu Rui's gentleness, so when he hears that Chu Rui wants to forget everything that never happened as usual, he will feel that Chu Rui Very excessive.

I have decided to let go, you just appeared in front of my eyes, you are so kind to me.

Then, let me act like nothing happened.

He knew he would have his way.

Mo Zixi ran out of the inn and ran all the way back to Wangjun Mountain to return to his uncle. When he stepped out of the hall, his feet suddenly went limp, and his whole body was like a puppet with its strings broken, lying on the ground, unable to move at all. .

So cold.

Even if the scorching sun shone on his face, Mo Zixi only felt cold.

The coolness rushed into his body, and he only felt that the internal forces in his body were tearing each other upside down, his whole body seemed to be torn apart, his whole body began to twitch, his throat felt a fishy sweetness, and the corners of his mouth began to ooze blood.

"What's up with him?"

"Notify Senior Uncle Liu!"

"Senior brother Zixi!"

……

Countless shouts came, and Mo Zixi felt a sharp pain in his mind. He couldn't hear their shouts at all. Countless images overlapped and separated, and he faintly felt that there was something hidden in his body.

Mother, help me.

Mother, why are you doing this to me?

mother...

The picture in his mind changed instantly, and Mo Zixi clearly saw the woman in front of her tearfully raised the dagger towards him, her hands were trembling, and there was a muffled groan from her throat, she covered her mouth, Raise your hand——

Blood splattered.

When Mo Zixi heard his scream, the woman froze for a moment, and slowly pushed the dagger into his back, her eyes were full of indifference.

"Monster... to die... to die..." she opened her mouth.

The picture freezes, and Mo Zixi wakes up in shock. The pain all over his body makes him gasp. Although the chill has receded a lot, he can't restrain his trembling body. In the eyes, he saw that the master on the side looked at him quietly without saying a word.

"Zixi." The master sighed, "Zixi..."

"Master...Father." Mo Zixi found himself too weak to make a sound: "What's wrong with me..."

what happened?Why did you suddenly pass out?

The master looked at him with deep eyes, and struck his heart word by word: "I don't know if you still remember, you are too young, you used to be from Tianyin Sect."

Tianyin religion?

Mo Zixi was very surprised: "I don't remember a little..."

He only remembered that he was picked up by Chu Rui and brought back to Fushengsheng for treatment, and then they made an agreement that when he became stronger and the flowers bloomed, he could go back there.

He...how could he be from Tianyin?

"If there is nothing wrong." Mo Zixi saw Master showing a painful expression: "You have been carrying the forbidden art of heaven since you were a child, and it is connected to your bones. Why didn't you find it before? I don't understand."

After finishing speaking, he grabbed Mo Zixi and said, "This matter is no small matter, you and my teacher will go on a trip to the floating life..."

Floating career?

Mo Zixi repeated all the experiences of himself and Chu Rui in Fufu's life in his mind, recalling the scene where he told himself to act as if nothing had happened.

"...No." Mo Zixi shook off his hand: "No, I... can't go to that place..."

As if looking down on his will, the internal energy in his body moved even more violently, Mo Zixi clutched his heart, bursts of tingling pain ran through his mind, and his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably again.

"Zixi!" Master hurriedly lowered his head to look at him, "Follow me to live!"

"Xiao... Xiaoyao up and down... so many doctors can't cure me?" Mo Zixi smiled and shook his head: "Then...Chu Rui must...can't cure me."

No, he can't go back.

When he goes back to his life like this, Chu Rui will definitely start to sympathize with him again.

He said it as if nothing had happened.

That is... It means that the two of them had better not have anything to do with each other.

"Why are you talking nonsense, kid!" The master was frightened by Mo Zixi's actions, and wanted to pull him up again, but Mo Zixi didn't know where he had the strength to break free again.

Overwhelmed by his stubbornness, the master sighed: "Okay, you don't want to go... okay, we won't go."

Just don't go.

But that doesn't mean he can't invite people over.

As if he had expected that someone was looking for his help, the old man had been waiting at the foot of Xiaoyao Wangjun Mountain early in the morning. When he saw Liu Changle coming out of it, he greeted him.

"Just looking for you." Liu Changle saw the old man and smiled wryly at him.

It's been a long time since I saw him, and the old man only thinks that although Liu Changle is only in his early thirties, he looks a little old, and his body has also lost a lot of weight.The news from Jianghu was also very slow before, and it took several months for him to know that his little apprentice had died.

It looks even more haggard now.

"It's not just right." The old man frowned: "I figured out that you've been suffering a bit recently, so I'm here to help you."

Liu Changle frowned, the old man raised the flagon in his hand and handed it to him, shook it, the person in front of him gave a knowing smile, and led them up the mountain.

Just after passing through the hall door, the person standing in the corridor just turned around and had a face-to-face with the old man, stroked his beard, and glared at him dissatisfiedly: "It's you? Why are you here?"

The old man gave him a meaningful smile: "Why, I can't come?"

"Junior brother." The person who spoke was Xu Changan, Liu Changle's senior brother. Seeing the old man's face full of laughter, he felt a buzzing in his head: "How do you let this person in?"

Seeing that the two would fight at any time in the next second, Liu Changle quickly said, "He is here for treatment."

cure?The old man nodded: "That's right."

Since he came here for medical treatment, Xu Changan felt that if he asked more questions, he would look petty. He just couldn't understand this Qingfengtang who used to like to spoil his own juniors. It still looks so unreasonable.

In order to prevent the two from really fighting, Liu Changle found an excuse and quickly took the old man away from the dissatisfied eyes of his senior brother, put the jug in Liu Changle's yard, and followed him to Mo Zixi's room .

The old man was also taken aback when he saw Mo Zixi.

"This is...that little Mo from back then?" He asked.

Liu Changle nodded: "I suspect that he has been affected by the forbidden art of heaven, and it has been lurking in his body since he was a child. I don't know why he just got sick recently."

"I have a lot of research on forbidden techniques." The old man leaned over to look at Mo Zixi's sleeping face, and muttered: "I just didn't expect it to be a bad fate."

Although he can tell fortunes, he can only understand a general idea. In order to verify, he went to Jueming Ridge and brought back Mo Zixi's real birth date.

Whether it's a blessing or a curse, fate is like this, and it all depends on his fortune in the future.

"What did you say? I didn't catch it."

"It's nothing." The old man said: "I can't cure the forbidden techniques, you can give him some real energy, and you can temporarily control the forbidden techniques on him from disrupting his inner strength."

Liu Changle did as soon as he heard the words, helped Mo Zixi up, and put a palm on his back to give him some energy.

Mo Zixi's face finally gradually returned to warmth, and his body stopped trembling. Liu Changle heaved a sigh of relief, and after putting him away, he took the old man to sit in the yard.

A smell of wine came to his nostrils, but he was not interested.

"Don't be sad, it's his fate." After taking a sip of the wine, the old man saw Liu Changle sigh and didn't speak any more, nor handed him the wine, and the two sat quietly.

Before leaving, the old man told Liu Changle that if he encounters any difficulties in the future, he can come to him again. Liu Changle didn't say anything, just looked at him silently, and said after a long time: "Thank you."

"You are polite. You and I have been friends for more than ten years. You don't need to be so polite."

"Thank you anyway." Liu Changle couldn't see the expression on his face, and lowered his eyes.

After the old man left, he stood alone in the empty yard in a daze, and suddenly he raised his foot and walked towards the back mountain.As the sun was setting, the frolicking crowd came out of the classroom in the main hall, and all the disciples of Wangjun Mountain did not notice the frightened expression on Liu Changle's face passing by them.

He was meditating on something, and he walked quickly towards the dense forest alone, and the rows of tombstones finally came into view. Liu Changle walked for a long time, and finally came to a new grave that looked like it was only a few years old, stopped down.

"Zihuan..." He opened his mouth, unable to see his expression clearly.

The afterglow of the setting sun is reflected on this new tomb, and the scarlet letters engraved on the epitaph are still as new.

Looking sideways at the messy mound behind the new tomb, Liu Changle just watched there quietly, climbing up with fear in his heart until it blinded his eyes.

Warm tears slid down his cheeks and fell on the stone tablet.

When Mo Zixi woke up in the middle of the night, the back of his head was still hurting, and his ears were buzzing. The dark surroundings gave him an illusion of being invisible. After finally recovering his vision in the dark, he hurriedly turned over and got out of bed. , picked up the robe and put it on, and wanted to go out.

Dazedly walking outside the master's bedroom, Mo Zixi saw that there was still a fire burning inside, so she raised her hand and knocked on the door, originally wanting to let her know that she was fine, when a voice came from inside.

"Zixi? Is that you?" Liu Changle's voice sounded extremely tired.

Mo Zixi responded.

"Just right, I have something to tell you as a teacher." Liu Changle paused: "Come in."

Pushing open the door, there was only a candle inside to point Mo Zixi in the direction. Seeing Liu Changle sitting on the futon in front of him, he closed the door without a sound, and sat quietly in front of him.

Before he could speak, Liu Changle took out something from the side and put it on the table, his eyes were lingering.

"Master?"

"Kill him, Zixi." Liu Changle didn't notice his trembling voice: "Kill the devil..."

Mo Zixi followed the candlelight to look at the table, the sword on the table shone brightly with the light of the candlelight, Mo Zixi still remembered that this sword and the water show on his waist once traveled together in the rivers and lakes.

This is Shanming Sword.

Since Zihuan's death, Mo Zixi seldom saw his master take out the Shanming sword, but occasionally saw him cleaning the blade of the sword in his spare time.

Liu Changle said firmly: "Use this sword to get rid of the demon... Zixi, otherwise it will be too late."

That's too late.

Why is it too late?Master thinks that he won't be able to last long, or thinks that the Hundred Fingers Demon Lord has recently started committing crimes, burning, killing and looting frequently, or thinks that he can actually defeat the Demon Lord...

It's just because I'm afraid, so I force him to face it.

The flames swayed with the cold wind blowing from the window, Mo Zixi looked up at Liu Changle, and said: "Yes."

After going through this, Mo Zixi didn't know whether he was going to die or take his life. He felt that since Qin Zihuan's death, he was a person who existed for killing.

More than once, he heard the uncles and uncles of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect mention him again and again, all in a disdainful tone.

"He's a murderer..."

"He does all the dirty work, that's okay, I'm happy to be free..."

"Who told him to kill his junior brother?"

Carrying the Shanming Sword, Mo Zixi once again walked to Jueming Ridge, but this time he was alone, but with two swords, facing his former opponent.

The bright sun shines on the earth.

As if waiting for his arrival, the Demon Lord was still waiting in the woods where they had decided the winner a few years ago, playing the qin in his hand, the elegant sound of the qin echoing in the forest, the sound was pleasant to the ear.

The strong wind whipped up gusts of sand, and Mo Zixi stood still in front of him, raising the Shan Ming Sword.

"Mo Zixi, I've been waiting for you for a long time." As soon as the Mojun stopped his hand, the sound of the zither stopped suddenly, and the surroundings returned to silence, Mo Zixi could only hear the sound of the wind blowing by.

"Mo Zixi." The Demon Lord still covered his whole body with his robes and could not see his face: "I am not here today to decide the outcome with you." He opened his mouth and let out a burst of laughter: "I am here to tell you the truth .”

"You killed Zihuan, I came to seek justice for him, this is the truth!" Mo Zixi gritted his teeth.

"Piaomiao swordsmanship." Mojun pointed to the Shanming Sword in Mo Zixi's hand: "Don't you think it is similar to my martial arts?"

The same murder is invisible, and it is also invisible.

Mo Jun caught a glimpse of astonishment in Mo Zixi's eyes, and smiled: "Suddenly I feel...it's not fun at all."

Hearing what he said, Mo Zixi felt that the fear in his whole body was stirred up by him, it was a kind of fear that spread from the bottom of his heart.

"Stop talking nonsense..." Mo Zixi raised his hand and slashed with a row of sword intents. The Demon Lord just dodged to the side, perhaps because he saw the black energy contained in the sword intent, the Demon Lord sent out There was a burst of laughter: "Mo Zixi, you actually possess the technique of instigating souls? No wonder you are a monster?"

As soon as the words fell, another burst of sword intent flew out, and the Demon Lord was not annoyed. He lowered his head and began to play the piano and said: "Do you know? When I confronted you, I just saw your weakness."

"I saw the two of you flying towards me. Qin Zihuan was closer to me, but you were too strong and too fast. I thought, there must be no chance of winning if you meet head-to-head. But then I found out that this Qin Zihuan is not as powerful as the rumors say."

"He's your weakness."

"Do you think... this time I should... also attack your weaknesses?"

Mo Zixi's face was cold, and he didn't say anything. When he raised his hand, a row of sword intents flew out. He concentrated his internal strength and palm, held the mountain sword in his hand, gritted his teeth and rushed towards the demon king.

There were bursts of ear-piercing piano sounds, and the Demon Lord let out a strange laugh: "Floating life..."

A flash of sword light flashed across his chest, causing a tearing pain in his chest, as if he couldn't see the Shanming sword piercing his heart, the corners of his mouth curled up inadvertently.

The strings of the zither were torn off by the sword intent, and the impact of the sword intent knocked back several steps under the Demon Lord's feet. He saw the killing intent in Mo Zixi's eyes, laughed, and suddenly fell backwards.

The battle had already been decided, Mo Zixi grabbed the hilt of the Shanming Sword, stepped on the Demon Lord's body, and pulled out the sword body, blood splashed upwards in an arc.

"Mo...Zixi." The person lying on the ground spoke with sharp eyes.

The wind gradually became louder, Mo Zixi lowered his head, and the Shanming Sword in his hand fell again, warm blood splashed onto his cheeks this time, and his bloodshot eyes looked extraordinarily scary.

"Hahahaha—————" As if he couldn't feel the pain, the Demon Lord laughed: "Mo Zixi! You don't know, do you? You don't know, do you? You really are poor!"

"Everyone around you will die because of you in the end!"

"You will become a murderous monster like me!"

"Your life is the same as mine. It was planned by the Wangjun Mountain you defended..."

"What do you think...the art of dementia exists...uh..."

Mo Zixi looked at him coldly, and drew out the Shanming Sword again. Looking at the blood dripping on it, his consciousness slowly came back, and seeing the face of the Demon Lord exposed in the loose robe, his eyes widened instantly. .

Incredible.

Seeing the surprise in his eyes, Mojun smiled, and slowly closed his eyes: "I'm sorry, Zixi."

The Shanming Sword in Mo Zixi's hand fell in response to the sound.

"...Master?"

The author has something to say:

This is an idea that was set up from the beginning, it may be a bit bloody, but I hope that my friends will not abandon me and continue to read. Master is still a very good person. He has no choice but to have his own plan and wants to stop some things. , but always without success.Finally, if you want to see any extras, you can suggest them. If I accept them, the ending will be included in the extras. ps: Master is not a BOSS.