The villain has a white moonlight

Lan Xizhi cut off the puppet's string with his own hands, and the puppet's body instantly disintegrated into flying ash.

After this betrayal incident, there was another puppet rebellion. One of the ghost cultivators who cast a curse on the young Lan Xizhi was also a puppet who wanted to be free and uncontrollable forever. , that puppet died in extreme pain, and he finally survived until the Lan family arrived.

The eldest son of the Gusu Lan family, who is so famous on the stage, has never been truly safe. Even if Lan Ting has forgotten that he is a puppet and treats him like his biological father, he is always vigilant. If his identity is leaked , what measures should be taken.

He transformed a puppet into an appearance of the same age as himself, and existed as a casual practitioner who practiced medicine, in case of emergency.

Fortunately, the identity of Lan Xizhi, the eldest son of Gusu Lan's clan, was flawless. That puppet doctor who practiced medicine met Mu Qinyin at the Hundred Medical Association, and became medical friends with each other. He announced his retirement when his fame rose to fame.

The small sect of ghost cultivators in the north of Heluo, which has been low-key for a long time, has risen too quickly. Lan Xizhi followed the master of Zixiao Academy to investigate related matters, and finally determined the whereabouts of Tang Min and Guan Chenjing.

Chaoge Tang's, it is true that Tang Min relied on the mirror to establish his own sect in the Northern Territory and expanded rapidly.

At that time, he was still unable to compete with Tang Min who held the Dust-Viewing Mirror. It wasn't that Tang Min's cultivation was extremely high, but that the Dust-seeing Mirror itself was beyond his control.

The dust-observing mirror is not a dead thing. During the hundreds of years of wandering abroad in Yuyi’s country, the spirit of the sun, the moon, the earth, the arrogance of swords and soldiers, and the delusions of blood and light in the mortal world of cultivating the world all come. The spirit of the mirror itself.

Tang Min practiced the way of ghosts, but his mind was not correct, and the mirror turned according to his heart, so he lured him to practice the way of ghosts in his own way. Whenever Tang Min's cultivation reached a certain level, the mirror would show a new way of practice. Man and mirror depend on each other. Against the background, each takes what he needs, Tang Min's practice method is becoming more and more evil, and the dust-observing mirror spirit is becoming more and more arrogant, not only wanting to get rid of the shackles, but even wanting to attack its maker.

The dust-observing mirror is the key for him to open the abyss and let Yuyi Kingdom come to life, but it is not easy to get the mirror back for his own use.

He wrote down the casting method of the Cloud Piercing Arrow on the fragments of Yuyi Kingdom scrolls that he had collected over the years, and handed it over to Mo Ling to deliberately disclose it to Wang Shuo. The follow-up matters were all within his expectations.

Growing up in danger and suspicion since he was a child, Lan Xizhi has a keen and profound insight into human nature. He has never trusted anyone, and he has never pinned his hope of restoring the country on anyone else. , not to mention fickle mortals.

However, Ji Wuxian has always trusted him unconditionally, regardless of everything for him, caring about him more than anything in the world, and it has not changed from the beginning to the end.

That kind of persistence and obsession made him love and hate.

He told himself more than once in his heart that Ji Wuxian was just a vessel for him to grow mycelium, but he didn't know when he started to fall in love with that child again.

The split personality is the result of Lan Xizhi's self-deception and suppression for a long time.

On the night of the Gusu Lan family, Lan Xizhi, the prince personality, originally wanted to let Ji Wuxian be controlled by the evil hyphae and become an unconscious killing machine, but in the end he chose to stop it, and even refused to flash because of the long-standing guilt. He couldn't avoid being stabbed by Ji Wuxian who fell into madness.

He also couldn't tell whether it was Lan Xizhi's personality that was affecting him, or some other reason.

Although that knife was not really fatal to him, and he could kill even a soldier, but his body was wounded, his breathing, heartbeat and pulse stopped, and he fell into a state of suspended animation, and even Mu Qinyin was not diagnosed.

If there is no help this time, it may fall into a period of slumber.

Ji Wuxian has asked him to do this kind of stupid thing more than rationality more than once. His body always reacts before thinking and weighing. These big and small accidents made his plan deviate from the original track.

The Dust Mirror has returned to his puppet control after the Crusade of the Moon, and the Restoration Plan has kicked off a new prelude, and there can be no further incidents.

Fortunately, there is suitable help from Huatai.

The medical fairy Mu Qinyin is the descendant of the bird spirit who survived the war and was transported out of the Yuyi Kingdom by the Ji Wu Dynasty. Her ancestors were combined with humans, and passed down from generation to generation. In her generation, she is no different from ordinary people. The ability to communicate with human beings, Mu Qinyin didn't even know about this relationship.

Although the letter to Mu Qinyin at Buxiehuatai did not reveal her identity, it contained Mu Qinyin's life experience and a place to guarantee that Lan Xizhi's body would not rot. A place that only birds can reach.

Mu Qinyin played the melody with the reed flute according to the score in the letter, and the birds came, like colorful clouds stopping at the Buxie Flower Terrace, and carrying Lan Xizhi to fly to the clouds. Their destination is naturally a dream Huaichuan.

After doing these things, that gentle and kind woman made her own decision to stay at Buxie Flower Terrace and stay by Ji Wuxian's side.

She said that Ji Wuxian was the only younger brother of the savior, and she wanted to cure him no matter the cost.

"Fu Mengsheng, so kind-hearted you, in order to save Ji Wuxian, what is the price?"

Lan Xizhi's body quickly recovered under the maintenance of Menghuaichuan's earth energy. After waking up, he was ready to open the Asura Way, but Ji Wuxian stopped him.

Go to Shura Dao to take away the ghost flute. When the Tang family ran rampant in cultivating the world, he had already completed half of the magic circle that the prince wanted to draw on this land. His blood soaked the earth.

As for Ji Wuxian, he just stays in the Asura Way, and it doesn't matter whether he is with evil spirits or fights them, anyway, he can live until the day he is needed.

Because the mycelium in Ji Wuxian's body has matured day by day, even if the skeletal muscles are damaged by external forces, they can be quickly reorganized and repaired, so he doesn't have to worry about the life and death of the person who got in the way.

However, when he saw Ji Wuxian, complex emotions resurfaced in his heart, and the dual personality merged into one at that time, which made him have a splitting headache and suffered a lot.

When he returned to Menghuaichuan, he would separate his love for Ji Wuxian, the happy soul with Lan Xizhi's memory, and the ridiculous good soul. The separation of the living soul was extremely painful, but he could no longer be disturbed.

"Bronze mirror, Daozi's life, if you have the ability, you can take it."

The part discarded by Lan Xizhi wandered in the mortal world. When passing through Mingyue Mountain, it was absorbed by the peach blossom tree transformed from the offspring of the prince in the mountain, and the human soul became one.

When he first woke up, he didn't know who he was or why he existed in the world, he just vaguely remembered that he wanted to see someone.

He named his residence Diezhuang Xiaomengqu. Willows were planted in front of the manor, and bamboos were planted in the back. It was lush and lush, and Fusu was happy.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, and Wangdi Chunxin entrusted cuckoos. He remembered a young man who once recited this poem.

He didn't know who that person was, and he couldn't see his face clearly. He was blind, but he remembered that there was a red-clothed figure flowing like a flame blooming in a silent field full of flying snow.

Like a drop of bright cinnabar, it was deeply embedded in his heart.

The earth energy of Mingyue Mountain is abundant, he feels that he is still a peach tree, born by absorbing the pure earth energy here, whether it is the wind in the bamboo forest or the snow in the snowy ridge, his body is different from that of others. Growing at the speed of ordinary people, in just one year, he grew from a teenager to a young man in his twenties.

One day when he picked up Zhang Qin, he heard cries for help and wild beasts roaring in the mountains. He flicked the strings. Blocked in the periphery.

At that time, he was really like a plant growing silently, not knowing how to get along with others.

However, the news that there was a reclusive expert in Mingyue Mountain spread. There was an endless stream of dignitaries, woodcutters, and people who came to ask for pills and medicines, and they were all lost by the formation.

He will let the birds and beasts send the pills to the foot of the mountain, and those in need can take them by themselves, so that the tranquility of Mingyue Mountain has been restored.

He is accompanied by birds and beasts in the mountains and forests. Whether it is opening a furnace to make alchemy, or practicing the art of Qihuang, playing the piano and burning incense in his spare time, these are all ways for him to pass the time in his alone time. During the long boring time, he even creates There is a mirror that can be used to guide the direction and store weapons and magic weapons.

A few years later, the magic circle set up was attacked again, this time it was not a beast, but a spirit body, and there were many more people in Mingyue Mountain, all of them were asking for an expert to come out of the mountain, to calm down the disaster of Yinming ghost leader.

He finally decided to go out of the mountain.

The first time he met in Jinling City, he couldn't see the person's appearance, didn't know the person's name, but when he heard the four characters "Liubu", fellow daoist, his heart beat a little faster.

As if after a long time, an inexplicable sense of familiarity rose from the bottom of my heart.

The person who called him must be wearing a red dress, as gorgeous as a maple leaf and as bright as a raging fire!

The love doesn't know where it started, and all the way to this point, when the past is all remembered, the idea of ​​a couple for a lifetime that he sprouted on the Cliff of No Return is like a joke.

"My ability must be higher than yours. After all, you are just a secondary body, and it is also a part that was abandoned by the prince to fill in!" The thin lips under the fox's mask slightly raised, revealing a sarcastic smile, "A crippled you, How can I fight against me who is in full bloom?"

"That Taoist," Fu Mengsheng stood up, and a dazzling light erupted from the bronze mirror in his hand, and a sword hilt protruded from the mirror.

The Taoist drew out the sword in the mirror, the brilliance flowed, and the cold light was chilly. It was Lan Xizhi's flowing sword.

The strong wind blows the peach blossoms, the white clothes are flying, Fu Mengsheng's gentle eyebrows and eyes also have a sharp look: "I have to ask you to leave the body."

"Come on, if you can win, this body will belong to you, and you and Ji Wuxian don't have to die," the feather fan in the fox-masked man's hand turned into a long sword, which is also Lan Xizhi's flowing sword, "You can You have to seize this dying opportunity, the only chance!"

Fu Mengsheng frowned slightly, Wu Siyue, who came to serve tea, looked depressed.

The hot tea she had just brewed was instantly frozen into ice by the murderous aura erupting from Taoist's body, and the porcelain cup was shattered with a bang, but the master still looked leisurely.

She looked down at the bloodstain on the wrist that was scratched by the fragments and quickly healed, and sighed: "Master, Taoist priest, at least drink tea before hitting!"

"Yeah~ Siyue, time waits for no one!" I broke off a branch of peach blossom and flicked it lightly in the air, the void seemed to be torn open, and sparks crackled from there, "Your new mission, kill me!" Wang Ruoxi and Xie Niyu."

"Master..." For some reason, Wu Siyue Xin resisted.

She knew that the master had contacted Xie Niyu as a friend of Lan Xizhi's admiration for Qinyin, and when he went to Jinling Xie's family to offer advice to help put down the disaster of the ghost head, he also brought Lan Xizhi's heart and soul for the Yin Jue, claiming to be It was obtained when he was exchanging skills with Lan Xizhi at the Hundred Medical Association.

At the beginning, everyone did not find Lan Xizhi's body at the Buxie Flower Terrace, and they all thought that it had been buried by the medical fairy Haosheng. Because Mu Qinyin himself died, they didn't know the place of burial. .

Xie Niyu trusted Mr. Shuang very much, but Ji Lingjun secretly investigated their identities and backgrounds. The puppet arranged by Lan Xizhi played the role perfectly for the first half of his life, so he was not found by Langya Wang.

Wang Ruoxi and his father, Wang Shuo, have paid too much for this realm of cultivation, they are both models among the pillars of righteousness, they are not lacking in strategies, and their cultivation base is quite high.

The world-cultivating family has had ups and downs for hundreds of years, and it is not unreasonable for the Langya Wang family to stand up to this day.

Among the four major families in Xiujie, only the Wang and Xie families are still capable of fighting. It is not surprising that the master ordered the killing of Wang and Xie, but Wu Siyue didn't know why she resisted, and said in a loud voice, "Isn't Qu Bo there?"

"Once the puppet has feelings, the master will have a headache."

Wu Siyue lowered his head, folded his fan and bowed in salute: "Your subordinate obeys."

Immediately, he unfolded the peach blossom fan and waved it lightly. After the wind passed, he disappeared, and the space crack was also closed.

"Fu Mengsheng, thank you for your patience."

"Ah."

The two swords intersected, bursting out dazzling snow light, the Taoist sword pierced the sky like a rainbow, and the light of the sword was chilling, the man with the fox mask flipped his wrist, and the long sword also had the potential to swallow mountains and rivers, sweeping across thousands of rivers.

Among the two figures fighting on the tower of Yanmo City, the young man in red seemed to sense something, the hand holding the knife froze, and Mr. Huang Quan's Yingying Sword stabbed straight at his heart.