The villain has a white moonlight

The peach blossom tree beside the Menghuaichuan River is in full bloom, and a string of half-old wind chimes hangs on the tree. The breeze blows and makes the sound of lingling. The fragrance of peach blossom mixed with rich ambergris is very attractive.

On the bluestone table under the peach blossom tree, there are bamboo slips. There is a pot of dogtail grass in Suxin Jianlan swaying in the wind, and the light purple fine sand in the glazed hourglass is gently falling, as if time is passing silently.

Standing next to the hourglass is a palm-sized wooden puppet. The puppet has a porcelain-like face and looks very handsome. There is a little red blood mark on its forehead, and its curly hair tied with a red rope is high. He looked a little like Ji Wuxian, with his eyes closed and his hands clasped together, except for the little fingers of the left and right hands, the rest of the fingers had silver threads hanging down.

A white fox plush blanket was laid beside the stone table, and the lazily half-reclining man covered his face with a gold-painted fox mask. Her long hair is scattered like a waterfall of snow, with two jade-white dragon horns protruding from her hair. The wide robe flutters in the wind, and the decorations on the clothes also move with the movement of the clouds and the sea. She exudes laziness and enthusiasm. An enigmatic air of self-confidence.

Lan Xizhi is the complete body of the prince who came to Xiujie. The atmosphere of Xiujie is completely different from that of Yuyi Kingdom, and the appearance of the prince is also different from that of Yuyi Kingdom. The changes he made were to put away the dragon horns and golden pupils. After all, having the appearance of a mortal and walking in the cultivation world is naturally more convenient than the appearance of the Dragon Prince.

Menghuaichuan's earth energy is much purer than that of the mortal world. When he returned here, his dragon horns and hair color returned to their original state.

Menghuai River is as quiet as ever, without even a bird song, just like an ink painting with light smoke and sparse smears, it is silently laid out in the otherworldly place surrounded by mountains, it is very quiet, really very quiet.

Fu Mengsheng's expression was calm, without saying a word, he stood quietly on the spot holding the mirror, the black hair neatly bundled up by the silver lotus crown fluttered in the wind, peach blossoms rustled off his clothes and robes in a moment.

Dressed in peach-patterned cloud silk robes, Wusi Yuemo finally decided to break the silent meeting, and coughed lightly: "Master."

"Siyue, tea." The man reached out and touched a pink porcelain cup on the table next to him, and handed it out in an unhurried tone.

Wu Siyue walked to the bluestone table, glanced at the fire that had already been extinguished, lifted the teapot and shook his head casually, "Master, the tea is already cold."

"Ah, yes, Qu Bo has also gone out, and no one is warming tea for your lonely and helpless master. Fortunately, you are back."

"So master, you've been lying here since you returned to Menghuaichuan?"

"Ha, the one who knows me is Siyue."

"Lazy, you are so lazy! Too lazy to even boil a pot of hot tea?!"

"Yeah~ Siyue, there are distinguished guests here, so let the master save some face."

"Hum." Wu Siyue glared at her master, and angrily walked towards the cold spring not far away with the teapot in hand, but just a few steps away, when the wind was blowing and the peach blossoms were flying, she looked back at the white-clothed man who was sitting calmly at the bluestone table. The Taoist was dreaming, but she didn't feel her nose was sore.

She and Luo Yafeng are both servants of the gods, their heart is preserved under the protection of the temple, and when their soul wanders in the abyss and suffers from the torture of thunder, it is hooked by a thread of blood like a gossamer.

That ray of blood is very powerful, passing through the abyss and space cracks, all the way unimpeded.

She and Luo Yafeng woke up under the peach blossom tree in Menghuai River, and the first thing they saw was Qu Bo.

Qu Bo said that he was one of the puppets made by the prince.

The chosen servant of the god will make a blood pact with the priest under the sacred tree, and make a vow with the sacred tree. The sacred tree is connected with the blood of the royal family of Yuyi. people find.

Although the fallen abyss has not yet been opened, it is not difficult for the prince to take the souls and hearts of the two servants of the gods away.

"What about Your Highness?" Seeing the bright light again, she felt like a new life. She was so excited that she couldn't be more excited, and she was delighted by the hope brought by the prince.

The prince is really still alive, it is the prince who is using the blood of the king as a guide to summon the souls of the servants of the gods and find a way to revive them!

Luo Yafeng stood up, looked at the man in fine clothes walking towards them, and frowned slightly.

The person who came was elegant, but no matter his face or temperament, he was a little different from the impression of His Highness the Crown Prince. Although he smiled warmly, his whole body exuded a faint chill.

Wu Siyue took a step back. Her soul and body inhabited by her heart were made of a mixture of mortal ashes and clay that matched the birth date of the servant of the gods. It took time to get used to it. The scattered memory fragments of those mortals, together with their repulsion and fear of dangerous things, seemed to have an underlying influence on her.

"I don't want to be resurrected." Luo Yafeng made no secret of his hostility.

"Ah, is it?" The man shook his feather fan lightly, with a mocking smile on his lips: "It's a pity that you don't have the right to choose."

Luo Yafeng raised his hand and summoned two sabers to fight, but was easily defeated.

The master is very patient with the servants of the gods after they wake up. They don't care about her alienation or Luo Yafeng's rejection. They just use their own way to make them adapt to the new body and new environment, and regain the dominance of the body and mind. , to practice spells.

As always, she fulfilled the obligation of absolute obedience of the servant of the gods, and the master did not make her suffer.

However, Luo Yafeng, who didn't want to be resurrected again and again and chose to die, was resurrected again and again, destroying the self-confidence of the proud peacock with his strength, smoothing his edges and corners, and finally took Luo Yafeng's heart and sent him to the The ghost market is for Mr. Huang Quan to dispatch.

She felt sorry for Luo Yafeng, and once wondered whether the man in Menghuaichuan was really His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who was admired and loved by all people?

But he does bring the Servant back to life.

She never really understood what the master was thinking, whether it was related to Fuguo or Ji Wuxian, her guesses always seemed to be a little bit off.

As a subordinate, it is true that one should not speculate wildly. However, in the days when Meng Huaichuan was with his master, he started to follow the loyalty on duty, but now he has an inexplicable emotion, which may have been surpassed, but she feels that it is a bit like It's the company of family members, whether it's her or Qu Bo.

Now that the restoration of the country is imminent, she should be happy, but she feels a little uneasy in her heart, or because this simple following and companionship is coming to an end.

Sensing that the master seemed to be looking this way, Wu Siyue lowered her head and hurried towards the cold spring with the teapot in hand.

"May I ask what your name is, sir?" The silver-haired man leaning on the soft bed put down his book and said leisurely.

"There is no need to pretend to be a snake."

"Yeah~ After all, it's the first time you and I have met, and it's a basic etiquette to show some politeness. Sir, you come to Menghuai River alone, and you seem to have a well-thought-out plan."

"Didn't your Excellency have already investigated the Taoist's spiritual consciousness?" Fu Mengsheng sat in front of the stone table, his tone indifferent.

"Ha, it's not an investigation, but an inevitable empathy. Xiaoyuexing is born in a dream. Didn't you feel my existence a long time ago, and are you preparing for today's meeting?"

"Empathy is not what Daozi wants."

"I can't help it. You and I are one body." The corner of the mouth of the man who swayed the feather fan slightly raised, and his tone was leisurely and contented. "Do you want to chat about the weather now, or immediately kill each other and try to compete?"

"Daozi can give you the bronze mirror."

"Ha, my other half, how can you be so weak?" The man on the soft couch smiled slightly, "It's an insult to the opponent to say you're defeated before a fight, but those green vines of yours are now strangling me with murderous intent. Dear peach blossom tree, I don't understand what this means."

"Negotiations only belong to the evenly matched enemy, don't they? Daozi hopes that you will let Ah Xian go."

"Fu Mengsheng, Fu Mengsheng, it is really wise for the crown prince to separate you." The fox-masked man smiled contemptuously, "Lan Xizhi was trapped by love, and took too many detours, so that the great cause of the restoration of the country has been delayed until now, if Ruo No matter how stubborn you are, you will disappear from this world forever.”

At the beginning, the ten puppets made by the prince were all sub-puppets. The real puppet was the palm-sized puppet that looked like Ji Wuxian. The drop of blood and the spiritual energy that the prince gave to the puppet in the period when the spiritual power of the Yuyi Kingdom was strong were those ten puppets. The basis for the puppet to maintain its primary form.

After the transformed puppets come to the mortal world, they can practice fairy arts and ghost ways like ordinary people, and they can also kill monks and prey on their living souls to fill their bodies, changing their appearance, no matter how advanced the puppets are. In this state, the prince can sense their every move through the puppet line.

As a power cultivated by the prince in the mortal world, if the puppet has any betrayal behavior, all the prince needs to do is cut off the corresponding secondary puppet line between the fingers of the puppet, and the puppet will immediately collapse and be wiped out, and the pain of death is no less than that of a real person.

One of the puppets took in a disciple on the way of cultivating the world, and that disciple was Tang Min. Tang Min was quick-witted and quick to learn things since he was a child.

Before the prince passed away, the puppets took turns to keep the dust-observing mirror, which was changed every [-] years. After he came to the Gusu Lan family, his body was locked, and he had no spiritual power or spells. He was no different from an ordinary baby. Everything started from scratch. , unable to control the dust viewing mirror, and may even be re-absorbed into the mirror by the protection mode of the dust viewing mirror, so the mirror is left with the puppet, and they continue to take turns to keep it.

The little puppet that he has been carrying close to his body is the only way to restrain the puppets.

The dust-observing mirror back then happened to be in the hands of that puppet master Tang Min.

Although Tang Min didn't know the origin of the dust-observing mirror, but seeing its auspicious aura surrounded by immortal energy, he also knew that it must be a peerless magic weapon of the immortal family. Although the master didn't realize that Tang Min had hidden evil intentions, Lan Xizhi already found out that something was wrong.

In order to prevent the secret of the dust-seeing mirror from being known to ordinary people, another puppet was sent to retrieve the dust-seeing mirror through the puppet line, and at the same time, Tang Min, who was listening to the secret of the dust-seeing mirror, was killed.

However, in order to protect Tang Min, the puppet master killed the puppet who was ordered to get the mirror at the expense of his comrades who went to get the mirror. Tang Min absconded with the dust mirror and his whereabouts are unknown.