Blossoms

7.

The strict Ten Thousand Poison Sect General Altar.

This is the first time for Mo Zixi to come to this kind of place. It is not like the picturesque scenery of the floating life, nor the solemn and solemn Wangjun Mountain. It seems to be an ancient city embedded in the valley. Against the backdrop of the desolate surroundings, his loneliness in the world is even more evident.

It's intimidating.

The moat below seemed to be bottomless. Mo Zixi quickly walked across the bridge and followed Wandu's disciples along the road covered with white stones into the main hall where Wanduzong received people. As soon as he walked in, the towering palace gate It closed with a babble.

There were lit candles on both sides of the hall. Although Mo Zixi couldn't see the expression of the person on the high seat clearly, he felt his malicious gaze.

"Sect Master Shen." Mo Zixi cupped his hands towards him: "I am Mo Zixi of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect."

The people above seemed a little surprised: "Why did the Xiaoyao Sword Sect come here?"

"I was entrusted by Master Nie, and I want to ask Master Shen for something." Facing someone he was not interested in, Mo Zixi didn't want to beat around the bush, he just wanted to go back earlier and wait for Chu Rui's reply.

Shen Ye was a little surprised, put down the hands that were holding his face and stood up: "Hong Ling asked you to come?" After speaking, he felt depressed for a while, Nie Hongling actually asked someone to come, and he didn't want to come by himself.

Does she really hate herself so much?

"Give me the antidote, or I'll get it myself." Mo Zixi didn't procrastinate, and directly explained his purpose. He watched Shen Ye come down and approach him, and kept looking at him.

Mo Zixi didn't see Shen Ye's expression clearly until Shen Ye stood still in front of him. It was a cold face, and he hardly showed any expression.

"The antidote." Mo Zixi said.

Shen Ye waved his hand: "Let Hong Ling get it by herself, and I will give it to her."

Mo Zixi couldn't help laughing, and said back: "She is lying on the bed dying, you let her fetch it by herself? Are you sick?"

"As the hall master of Qingjin, she can suppress the poison in her body and come to me." The person in front of him still didn't show any expression, but Mo Zixi just couldn't think of him well, so he heard him say: "What about you? Who are you from Hongling?"

who?

Mo Zixi gave him a disdainful look, and said, "She is me... Senior Sister."

senior sister.

Shen Ye probably really thought it was funny, so he laughed out loud, but Mo Zixi didn't see his smile, so he heard him speak and gritted his teeth: "How can you, a member of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect, recognize her as a senior sister?"

"Stop talking nonsense." Mo Zixi drew out the Shuixiu sword: "If you don't give me the antidote, then I'll grab it."

A flash of sword light flashed across, and Shen Ye narrowly avoided his attack. Unexpectedly, a row of sword intents came towards him from another place. He was knocked back several steps by this blow. Take it, grab it with your backhand towards Mo Zixi.

Mo Zixi dodged Shen Ye's palm more quickly, and raised his hand, another row of sword intents struck at his vitals. At the critical moment, Shen Ye saw that row of sword intents disappear in an instant.

"Give me the antidote." The disparity in strength between the two of them made it meaningless to fight like this. Mo Zixi stretched out his hand to him: "Do you want senior sister to die because of you?"

Shen Ye raised his eyes: "I just..."

"Bring the antidote, I can go back and intercede for you, so that senior sister will not hate you so much." Mo Zixi said so, shaking his hand in front of his eyes.

Shen Ye remained silent.

"Sect Master Shen." Mo Zixi sighed: "It's best to give me the antidote now... After Nie Hongling dies, it will be meaningless for you to torture yourself, because she is liberated."

Freed?

Shen Ye looked up at Mo Zixi: "Yeah, I've always known it... She always likes to solve problems around the corner, and always perfectly avoids the problems I give her."

"I'm starting to be a little jealous of you. Like Chu Rui, I can call her a senior sister in an open and honest manner." He opened his mouth, and then reluctantly handed a bottle into Mo Zixi's hand: "I know that if it goes on like this, the truth is In the end, I will be forced to compromise by her... I originally planned to bring the antidote there by myself, since you are here, then I will give you this favor."

"It's fine if it makes her hate me." Shen Ye said, "It's better than having no emotion at all..."

When Mo Zixi was sent out of the main altar of Wandu Sect by Wandu's disciples, he faintly felt that Shen Ye, compared with himself, was like two equals, one who desperately took the tyrant because he couldn't get what he wanted. Duo, one who desperately wants to let go because he can't get what he wants.

He used to be determined not to go to work because he wanted to let go of Chu Rui, and even taught him Piao Miao swordsmanship because he wanted to let go of him, but he wanted him to kill him.

But he still couldn't let go.

If you can't let go, you will sink deeper and deeper.

Mo Zixi couldn't help showing a smile, and hurried back to Fusheng.

The mood improved, and the scenery along the way looked so pleasant. Mo Zixi flew to Shengdu, which is near Fushengsheng, with light kung fu. The people coming and going were walking on the street with small lamps the size of palms. It was very lively.

Counting the days, the Little Lantern Festival has just passed, and the crowds in pairs are filled with the warm atmosphere of the festival. Seeing that the exclusive Little Lantern Festival in Hehua Town is also gradually rising in the prosperous city every year, Mo Zixi shuttles among the crowd and suddenly I feel a little lonely.

I don't know if he still keeps the little lantern he gave Chu Rui for several years?

Walking through Ronghua Street in Shengdu all the way back to Fusheng, the quiet air around made his five senses unconsciously sharpened. Mo Zixi suddenly intuited that a black shadow had been following him from Ronghua Street, regardless of Who was the sneaky person behind him, raised his hand and flew out with several sword intents.

A chop in that direction.

"Come out!" he called.

Sneaking around and sneaking around, he couldn't think of being a serious person.

A person flashed in front of him, wearing a black robe covering his face. Mo Zixi only felt that his figure was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it for a while. He raised his hand and took out the Shuixiu Sword: "Who are you? Why are you following me?"

The person on the other side let out a weird laugh.

With a thump in his heart, Mo Zixi raised his hand to condense his inner strength into his palm: "You are..."

The man in the black robe raised his hand and tore off the mask on his own face, and smiled at Mo Zixi, almost satisfied with his astonishment, and said, "Mo Zixi, long time no see."

After a pause: "Or should I say... Brother, long time no see?"

Mo Zixi withdrew her internal energy, looked at the familiar face in front of her, and said in a trembling voice, "Are you... Zihuan?"

Qin Zihuan.

That, Qin Zihuan who should have been buried in the ground a few years ago.

"Exactly." The person on the opposite side let out a chuckle: "Mo Zixi, I didn't expect that you betrayed me so much, did you never think that I would come back to take revenge on you?"

Mo Zixi couldn't hear what he was saying, a little excited, a little happy: "You're not dead...you're not dead..." He couldn't restrain the smile on his face, and was about to walk towards Qin Zihuan .

The person on the opposite side snorted, and his voice became colder: "Don't be hypocritical, Mo Zixi, you killed Master because you already knew the truth, right?"

the truth?Mo Zixi remembered Liu Changle's instructions before he died, and his face suddenly turned cold. The person in front of him almost caught the change in his expression, and his smile gradually became stronger. He took a step closer to him, and said slowly: "Mo Zixi, I heard that you Do you really care about that person named Chu Rui in Fusheng?"

Looking at the malicious smile on the face of the person in front of him, Mo Zixi saw his eyes turn cold, and his heart skipped a beat: "What did you say... What's the truth? What happened to Chu Rui?"

Qin Zihuan showed a triumphant smile.

"Are you scared? Mo Zixi." Qin Zihuan couldn't help but let out a weird laugh again: "You made me into what I am today, but you became the hero who killed the Hundred Finger Demon Lord... I don’t know that you actually killed the master who raised you with your own hands, you are very honorable, aren’t you?”

No.

In Mo Zixi's mind, the image of Master before he died, the self crying helplessly, the self wandering aimlessly in the street, the self looking at the Wangjun Mountain covered with white satin.

"No—" He covered his heart, only feeling the sadness spreading in his heart, so he could only raise his head and say to him, "Zihuan...I don't have any."

You have to believe me.

"Isn't it too late to repent now?" Qin Zihuan gritted his teeth: "Isn't it too unfair for me to become like this alone? You have to become as miserable as me, so I can calm down."

This time, Mo Zixi heard that he hadn't finished speaking, and raised his eyes: "What did you do?"

This question made him extremely terrified, Mo Zixi looked at the deepening smile of the person in front of him, and the sadness in his heart was completely occupied by fear at that moment.

what have you done?

He watched Qin Zihuan open his mouth and said word by word: "I, the person you care about, Chu Rui, the master of Qingfeng Hall, cast the spell of Tianyin." After a pause, he smiled: "Mo Zixi, if you I really want to save him, so come to Jueming Ridge and beg me, I can consider telling you how to save him."

After speaking, he let out a laugh that hurt Mo Zixi's eardrums.

Mo Zixi only felt a buzzing sound coming from his ears, but he couldn't hear anything, so he quickened his pace and walked towards Fusheng. Along the way, he didn't see other Fusheng disciples showing indifferent expressions when they looked at him.

"Chu Rui!" Mo Zixi rushed into the Qingfeng Hall.

No one responded to him.

Heart pounding uncomfortably, Mo Zixi turned around, only to find Chu Rui sitting on the grass in the yard with a pale face. His white clothes made him look haggard. He looked up and saw Mo Zixi's flustered expression, a trace of forbearance flashed in her eyes, but she spoke in a cold tone: "What are you doing here?"

Mo Zixi was stunned on the spot, even an outsider could hear how alienated these words were, as if he and Chu Rui were like two people who had nothing to do with each other.

As if...the scene of them saying goodbye a few days ago was just a hallucination.

"How...how are you?" Facing his alienated tone, Mo Zixi's greetings were all kept to his lips, and his heart ached: "It's all my fault."

"I provoked everything." He heard himself say, "I will take care of it."

Chu Rui sneered after hearing his tone: "No need."

"none of your business."

……

Mo Zixi's mind went blank, and she subconsciously said, "What did you say..."

"I said, it's none of your business." Chu Rui covered his forehead without raising his head: "Get out, get out!"

Awakened by his roar, Mo Zixi looked at Chu Rui who was frowning, took a step back, turned around and walked out of Qingfengtang with difficulty.

A figure in front of him was walking towards him, Mo Zixi raised his head subconsciously, and saw the figure of the old man.

"I always say it's a fate." He shook his head: "It really is destiny..."

The two passed shoulder to shoulder, and Mo Zixi unconsciously wobbled and fell to the ground, unable to react for a long time.

It was his life, but it always hurt others.

Mo Zixi realized very clearly that Qin Zihuan was no longer the lively junior he used to be, and he didn't know why he now held a deep hatred for him, while Chu Rui was now implicated by his negligence. I plan to promise myself.

That's why I said... It's none of his business, let him go.

Chu Rui, do you know that without you, I really have nothing?

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