Blossoms

8.

After taking the antidote brought back by Mo Zixi, Nie Hongling's complexion gradually improved. She sat down with the old man and Xunyitang Zhuangfeng, who hadn't appeared in a long time, in the main hall of Qingjintang, but they all bowed their heads and remained silent. Then, the air seemed to have fallen into a dead silence.

Chu Rui's body began to lose strength gradually. The old man said that his aura was getting weaker and weaker. Mo Zixi never dared to go to Qingfengtang to look at him again. He proposed to go to Jueming Ridge to find Qin Zihuan and ask him for help. Chu Rui's method.

At first Nie Hongling stopped him, but seeing Chu Rui's appearance, she still kept her mouth shut.

The weather is gradually entering winter, and the floating life has also begun to snow a little.

Mo Zixi ran all the way from Fusheng to Jueming Ridge, and he didn't know how many days and nights he spent, but when he arrived at Jueming Ridge, someone was already waiting for him.

Passing through the strange forest, the guide took him all the way up the Jueming Ridge mountain range. The buildings of the Tianyin Sect stood on the majestic mountain range, full of eerie atmosphere.

Stepping into the building of Tianyin Sect, Mo Zixi felt that his life might be buried here.

What caught the eye was the huge open space of Tianyin, but there was a round white stone platform on the ground, firewood was crackling and burning on the surrounding fire pillars, and the ground was covered with white snow; behind the altar was a red-painted building. Painted, several-story high-rise buildings, the vermilion gates are closed tightly, and there are vacant martial arts training grounds on both sides.

It was as quiet as if no one was there.

"You came."

Looking in the direction of the sound, Qin Zihuan, who was standing in the building in the distance, was playing with a broken dead branch in his hands, and the attendants at the side straightened his fox fur jacket. Mo Zixi watched their movements, No sound.

"Hero Mo, this way please." The disciple Tianyin behind him stretched out his hand and walked in front.

Mo Zixi followed Tianyin's disciple into the tall building in front of him. Qin Zihuan sat on the main seat in the hall, with an unexplainable smile on his face, he waved his hand, all the disciples behind him retreated, and the door closed in response.

With a bang, Mo Zixi's sanity was brought back.

"So, senior brother, are you planning to beg me?" Qin Zihuan showed a disdainful expression.

Mo Zixi looked up at him: "Zihuan... I don't know why you hate me at all."

The junior who grew up with him has now become like this, and Mo Zixi is instinctively afraid of the so-called truth behind it.

"You betrayed Xiaoyao...and entered Tianyin?" Even if he asked himself to go to Tianyin's Jueming Ridge to find him at first, Mo Zixi might still suspect that he was threatened by someone, but it doesn't look like this .

Those Tianyin disciples just now... seem to be his subordinates.

"Zihuan, have you forgotten what sect Tianyin is? You actually..."

"Shut up, Mo Zixi."

Qin Zihuan put one hand on his cheek, and the words were aggressive: "I entered the sky... I was killed by you? Stop being hypocritical here, didn't you come here to ask me? Why did you start accusing me?"

"I'm not……"

"Hey, why do you accuse me of betraying Xiaoyao?" Qin Zihuan paused, then said slowly: "You... don't you know that Xiaoyao is so dirty and dirty than anyone else?"

Mo Zixi was taken aback.

"The Xiaoyao Sword Sect... is basically the headquarters of a group of hypocrites." Qin Zihuan said.

"Didn't you kill Master just because you knew about it? Mo Zixi? Why did the Demon Lord choose to kill me instead of you? Why did you only survive...and I became such a lunatic?"

"Later I understood, because I am weaker than you, I am easier to control."

Showing an evil smile, Qin Zihuan said: "So, I hate you so much, I hope you are like me, don't you really want to save that person? Then betray the Xiaoyao Sword Sect like me, anyway... there They're all a bunch of hypocrites."

Mo Zixi looked at him in disbelief.

"You asked me to betray Shimen?"

"Yes, Senior Brother." Qin Zihuan raised his finger towards him, and said, "Is this your begging attitude?"

"What do you mean?" Mo Zixi only felt a surge of anger in his heart.

All the people in front of them put away their smiles, and the two looked at each other for a long time, Mo Zixi heard his cold voice, commanding tone: "Give me...kneel down."

Get on your knees.

"Didn't you kneel many times? The tablet facing me is still a tombstone, isn't it?" Qin Zihuan laughed.

"Qin Zihuan!"

Mo Zixi couldn't help yelling at him, unwilling to believe that he really became like this, the person opposite still had a smile on his face: "Mo Zixi, my patience has a limit Yes, if it wasn't for hating you, I would have already found an opportunity to send someone to get rid of you, do you think you can still talk to me here?"

"What are you?" He said, "Do you kneel or not? Have you forgotten your purpose?"

With a pain in his heart, Mo Zixi clearly knew the purpose of coming here.He came to beg this junior brother who used to be happy with him to tell him how to save Chu Rui, so he should compromise.

The mountains and rivers are beautiful, but they are still gone.

He just came to save Chu Rui.

Thinking of this, Mo Zixi put away his anger, and finally knelt down quietly, looking down at the vermilion painted wooden floor, suddenly a sweet smell began to fill the surroundings, and Mo Zixi could only hear There was a buzzing sound.

"I beg you to tell me how to save him."

"Very good, Mo Zixi." Qin Zihuan stood up and walked slowly in front of him, reached out and took out the Shuixiu sword tied around his waist, and looked at it carefully.

"Next step, you go to the Xiaoyao Sword Sect to meet your senior brother Lin Zihe, return your Shuixiu Sword, and tell him in person that you betrayed Xiaoyao and decided to enter the sky because you want to practice sorcery... teach."

Let the Xiaoyao Sword Sect know what kind of person they always thought Mo Zixi was.

Mo Zixi did so.

Like a puppet on a string, he followed Qin Zihuan's instructions, went to Wangjunshan Linzi and the Qiankun Palace where he was located, and handed back his Shuixiu Sword, and returned all the way to Qin Zihuan, who snapped his fingers in front of him.

Control God.

"Exchange my body to teach Changsheng." He heard himself speak.

Qin Zihuan's laughter came from beside his ear: "Very good, Mo Zixi, listen carefully, as long as your Soul Constipation breaks through the second layer, you can dispel the Heavenly Hidden Curse attached to him."

"So you... keep on killing... just like Master."

There was a strange laugh, and Mo Zixi was thrown out of Jueming Ridge. He indifferently raised his head and glanced at the white sky. Countless snowflakes fell on his body, and he could no longer feel the slightest chill.

Is he really going to...become a lunatic like Master who only knows how to kill?

No.

Mo Zixi looked at Qin Zihuan's smiling eyes coldly, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

I promised Master that I would not become like him.

I won't... let you succeed.

The art of conjuring souls, dedicating the soul to the sky to achieve the result of a surge in one's own internal power, this art is often used together with controlling the gods... used by high-ranking people to control their soldiers, the ceremony is: the sacrificer swears with blood, breaking the order If you are addicted to killing, break through the second level; if you are a soul devotee, break through the third level; if you kill your beloved, break through the fourth level, until you can kill without blinking an eye.

After practicing to the fourth level, the five senses have been deprived, and only know how to kill.

Mo Zixi suddenly remembered that before she was five years old, perhaps she had been regarded as a sacrificial person, and her blood had been sworn to. Perhaps her mother wanted to kill herself because she foresaw this outcome.

He shouldn't have existed in this world in the first place.

Everything is fate, he suddenly understood what the old man said.

At the foot of Wangjun Mountain, Mo Zixi looked blankly at the row of names on the villain list. The scarlet liquid oozed out of the wound on his arm from the killing just now, and dripped down the blood-stained sleeve onto the white-covered face. On the grass, a group of people who did not know when appeared behind him held their swords high and surrounded him.

"Mo Zixi, you did not hesitate to betray your sect in order to cultivate sorcery...Follow me back for trial!" The old man with his sword raised high shouted towards him.

On trial?How can he go to trial.

He hasn't saved Chu Rui yet.

"Not yet..." Mo Zixi heard herself say, "Uncle Master...give me a few more days..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Who is your uncle?" The old man raised his foot and kicked Mo Zixi, but the person in front of him stood there as if he couldn't feel any pain.

Don't say a word.

"Go!" The person in charge uttered.

There was a flash of swords and swords, Mo Zixi raised his eyes expressionlessly, dozens of people surrounded him, several bursts of sword intent slashed towards Mo Zixi.Mo Zixi raised his hand unhurriedly, and a row of sword rain rose and fell behind him, rushing towards several people at a brisk speed.

bang.

Several people were knocked into the air by such a blow, Mo Zixi rushed forward to snatch their swords, gathering internal energy in the palm of his hand, a fast and precise sword intent rushed over, drawing a dazzling arc.

Piao Miao's swordsmanship instantly gave off a flash of sword light.

In the end, blood splashed out and wet Mo Zixi's clothes again.

The old man lay dying on his back, he saw Mo Zixi walking towards him, his eyes were lifeless, full of bloodthirsty aura, he struggled to get up and flee back to Wangjun Mountain, but Mo Zixi had already stepped on him. On him, the sword in his hand fell quickly.

"Hmm...you...unfilial...disciple...your master will...be ashamed of you..." The old man pointed his finger straight at Mo Zixi's face, and Mo Zixi heard it With these words, his eyes gradually returned to his senses, but the corners of his mouth slightly raised——

"Ha ha ha ha------"

Mo Zixi let out a deafening smile, he turned his head to stare at the list of villains, blinked, and a tear ran down his cheek: "It's funny...it's so funny..."

Master is ashamed of him?

Ashamed of him or ashamed of himself?

Irony, really irony.

A blackened sword intent slashed at the old man. With a smile on his lips, Mo Zixi walked up to the villain list, raised his bloody hand and wrote his name on it.

"Mo Zixi." He heard himself say, "Everyone on this list...you have to get rid of them yourself."

include……

he himself.

……

The spring is full of flowers, and the flowers on the mountain are blooming, covering the entire mountain.

Standing in front of Chu Rui's bed, Mo Zixi saw that his face was not as pale as before, and he couldn't stop smiling, so he lowered his head and touched his lips.

The door behind him creaked open, Mo Zixi turned around and saw the old man standing outside the door, looking straight at him, as if trying to suppress his anger.

"Come out." The old man said in an orderly tone.

Mo Zixi froze for a moment, followed the old man into the main hall of Qingfengtang, the people in front of him looked at him quietly, raised their hands and clenched their fists: "What did you do?"

Facing the old man's angry eyes, he said flatly: "Senior, you already know..."

"Bastard..." The old man looked extremely angry, and he slapped him with a slap. Unexpectedly, Mo Zixi flew out of the door of Qingfeng Hall and hit the pillar with such a blow.

Mo Zixi didn't care about the pain in his arm.

"You're crazy!" The old man gritted his teeth: "They are your uncles, your uncles!"

"Why did you agree to get the second layer of dementia... Don't you know what the consequences will be after this? What will your master think under the Nine Springs?"

"Now Wangjun Mountain has listed you as the number one villain. Are you honored?"

Master under the Nine Springs?

Number one on the villain list... Glory?

A smile appeared in Mo Zixi's eyes.

"I've already gone crazy." He said.

A long time ago, at the moment when he met Chu Rui, all of this might have been predestined.

If the children in Fusheng hadn't gone down the mountain, Chu Rui hadn't heard himself calling for help after being stabbed by his mother, and hadn't chosen to bring himself back to Fusheng, his life would have probably ended long ago.

It was he who gave him the chance to live for so many years.

So... Mo Zixi looked at the white mountain flowers all over the mountain and said slowly: "For you... I am an enemy of the world, I am willing to do it... I am willing."

Crazy be crazy.

As if I owe you.

Mo Zixi leaned against the pillar and stood up, walked down the floating life step by step, and walked down the winding path, not far away, he realized something, and looked back at the floating life.

Probably this life... the last look.

The spring breeze sweeps over his cheeks with warmth, and the floating life in front of him is hidden in the lush greenery, which is still an intoxicating beauty. Maybe ten or twenty years later, the scenery here will still be the same as before.

The human face does not know where to go... Peach Blossom is still smiling at the spring breeze.

Mo Zixi seemed to see Chu Rui when they first met and said to him with a smile: "Maybe it will be when the flowers bloom next time."

When will the next bloom... be?

Mo Zixi blinked, turned around and took a heavy step, only to feel that the following steps were gradually becoming easier, perhaps he had already begun to let go.

Flying quickly into Wangjun Mountain with strides, Mo Zixi didn't pay any attention to the smile on Qin Zihuan's face following behind her: "What else do you want?"

"The second floor has been broken through." Qin Zihuan smiled: "Of course I came to test the results."

Mo Zixi looked at him clearly.

The sword intent that was radiating black air instantly came out, and Qin Zihuan in front of him easily avoided his sword intent by turning sideways: "Do you want to come and surrender? Do you think I will let you succeed?"

A trace of tyranny flashed in his eyes, Mo Zixi kicked his feet, released his lightness kung fu, and flew up. The internal force in his hand was gathered in the palm of his hand, and he slapped Qin Zihuan. The other party laughed, and took out a few strings from his fingers .

"Mo Zixi!" shouted in the distance, "You betrayed the master and killed the uncle, I want your blood to pay!"

Dazed for a moment, Qin Zihuan raised his finger against the strings of the zither, and the deafening sound of the zither sent him flying. Mo Zixi's eyes were bloodshot, and a row of sword intents sprang out from his raised hand.

Rows of sword intents gradually formed a rain of swords with black air. Qin Zihuan smiled, stopped suddenly, and retreated to the side. Just as a few people in the distance rushed up, Mo Zixi caught a glimpse of them all. The disciple of Wangjun Mountain, but Jian Yu had already sent out, he quickly raised his eyes in surprise, only to see blood splatter.

The style of ten thousand swords of Piaomiao swordsmanship, a swordsmanship in the name of justice.

...In the end, it was used on these innocent people.

Seeing the astonishment flashing across his face, Qin Zihuan let out a burst of laughter.

Mo Zixi, look at what you are doing.

Several disciples were directly knocked into the air, and the others were frightened and let out a scream.

"Mo Zixi...look at what you've done." Qin Zihuan said, and let out another weird laugh.

Look at you, Wangjunshan's beloved Piaomiao swordsman... you have done a good job.

How ironic.

"Qin Zihuan." Mo Zixi finally opened his mouth after being silent for a while. He walked over and picked up the swords left behind by those disciples, his eyes darkened: "Is that why you can't understand me? Is it the same as you?"

The person in front of him didn't answer him, but just watched his movements quietly.

"Yes, I want your life to be worse than death." He smiled.

"Really?" Mo Zixi raised the sword and put it on his neck, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, but there was a sad smile on his face: "Then...your senior brother and I, I will help you."

It was my fault for not saving you back then.

Whether it's kindness or resentment... it's all over at this moment.

I will never allow myself to be that lunatic who only knows how to kill.

……

The sword light slashed across the neck, and warm blood spurted out.

Qin Zihuan stared blankly at the fallen Mo Zixi.

Blood stained the hem of his clothes, and he bent down to look at Mo Zixi's lifeless eyes, and the complicated emotions that had been stuck in his heart suddenly exploded.

"Mo Zixi? Good death." He heard himself speak, his eyes were indifferent, but a smile appeared on his mouth.

The Xiaoyao Sword Sect disciples who were watching on the sidelines all showed expressions of surprise at this turn of events.

"Good death..." Qin Zihuan pressed his forehead, raised his foot and kicked Mo Zixi, looked down at Mo Zixi slowly closing his eyes, and let out a big laugh————

What does it feel like to be near death?

The moment Mo Zixi fell down, he only heard the sound of the sword in his hand falling to the bluestone slab with a bang, and countless pictures popped up in front of him, repeating his life one scene after another before his eyes.

Blood was pouring out of his neck, but Mo Zixi couldn't feel any pain. He wanted to raise his hand to stop the scenes and pictures playing in front of him, but his whole body felt weak.

The screen is jumping.

From when his mother wanted to kill him when he was young, until he was rescued by Chu Rui and sent to Fusheng, to the moment they parted, white mountain flowers bloomed all over the mountain...

He saw his master naming himself and leading him to practice swordsmanship together...

He saw Qin Zihuan jumping up and down beside him acting like a spoiled child, he saw his trembling hands when he met Chu Rui again...

he saw...

he saw...

The corners of Mo Zixi's lips rose slightly, and the picture in front of him gradually froze, the wild life of mountain flowers, the white petals fluttering with the breeze, in the place in his memory that was truly beautiful, in the Hall of Breeze, the apex of his heart The man is smiling at him.

Maybe it's the next time the flowers bloom...we'll see you later.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

He couldn't grasp this moment with his hand, he could only see the picture getting farther and farther away from him, and the surrounding gradually darkened, Mo Zixi felt that he could feel the spring breeze brushing his cheek again.

Fluttering.

I'm so sorry...

But he felt sleepy.

Then, get a good night's sleep.

I know clearly that it is impossible for us to meet again, but I still want you to wait for me in the end.

Chu Rui, the flowers will bloom next year, you will wait for me in Fusheng, okay?

……

Thoughts jump.

In 201X, on a certain cliff in a certain country.

Mo Ran stood on the edge of the cliff holding the target she wanted to assassinate, and pointed the gun at the hostage's head.

"Please put down your gun." The captain of the special police force who was holding a gun to him said, "Surrender."

"Hey, who's his name?" Mo Ran pushed the hostage's head with the gun in his hand. Seeing that he was trembling with fear, he whispered into his ear, "Who wants to surrender?"

"This world... I don't exist at all."

Zixi stood in front of them in a daze, looking at this familiar scene, and realized that this was what happened before her death.

So he is in a dream now?

In order to verify this conjecture, he raised his hand to grab at his former self, but Zixi found that his hand had penetrated directly, and there was almost no way to interfere with what was happening in front of him.

Mo Ran looked at the person in front of him for a while, said something, pushed the hostage forward, but fell backwards and fell off the cliff, Zixi was shocked to see himself fall like this, he hurried to the edge of the cliff Watching his falling body hit the rock below, blood flowed like a river.

Even though she had experienced it herself, Zixi still felt the pain and subconsciously covered her back.

A burst of familiar images flashed through his mind, and Zixi turned around slowly. Countless people had blurred faces, probably because he had no memory of them, but there was one person, whose face he saw clearly.

The person who stood in front of Mo Ran and asked him to surrender.

He actually has a similar appearance to Chu Rui's, even if not exactly, but eighty percent.

Zixi was a little surprised, but he couldn't remember what he had to do with this person before, probably because he looked a bit like Chu Rui.

Could it be that Mo Ran actually harbors the memory of Mo Zixi?

In this way, everything makes sense.

Why when he was abducted by the organization when he was a child, the organization felt that he had a very high understanding of these fights...

Why did he meet an old man who wanted to change his life halfway...

Why did he have to take one last look at this person who looked exactly like Chu Rui before he died...

Everything, just because he is Mo Zixi.

Zixi confirmed that she had recovered all of Mo Zixi's memories, in other words, the memories of his previous life.

Why so sure?

A year ago, Chiba Lin.

The moment when he and Chu Rui met again after forgetting most of Mo Zixi and Mo Ran's memories, it might be the beginning of love at first sight again.

"Please take care of me! Brother..." Mo Ran looked at Chu Rui in front of him, and couldn't hide the smile on his face.

Even if I forget everything in the world, I still can't forget my love for you. No matter how long it has passed, even if the sea has become a mulberry field, even after several reincarnations...

I believe that the day I see you again, I will still... fall in love with you again...

Perhaps this is the so-called unforgettable thing engraved in the soul.

【End of Memories】

small theater:

[Qin Zihuan: Mo Zixi, are you kneeling or not?Kneel or not? 】

[Ani: (Calling through time and space) Don't kneel, Daxia Mo, you can only kneel when you have to worship with your little Chu in the future. Why do you kneel to him——]

[Qin Zihuan: Author, I want to report!Someone maliciously blocked the progress of the plot...]

【Author: (Gripping Ani by the collar) Why do you have no part in the show and come out every day? 】

[Ani: Author, have you forgotten, my position is the Emperor of Truth, this is something engraved in my soul that cannot be forgotten. (blink)]

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