The villain has a white moonlight

"No," Ji Wuxian shook his head, and smiled meaninglessly: "At this time, my concern is of no benefit other than being disturbed by the troubled Sect Master Wang."

Fu Mengsheng lightly brushed the snow off Ji Wuxian's shoulder: "Friend, you are sad."

Ji Wuxian didn't speak, and in the slanting wind and snow, the expression in his golden eyes was dim.

"My friend lived a very hard life in Asura Dao. Even if he doesn't know who the real sinner is, he still redeemed his sins in his own way, right?" Fu Mengsheng said softly.

Hearing this, the young man in red trembled, closed his eyes and took a deep breath to calm the turbulent emotions in his heart, and changed his tone with a relaxed tone: "Never before, the Asura Dao in the eyes of ordinary people, in the eyes of me, the head of the ghost, is a fairyland. Those ghosts Evil spirits will only follow my orders and run away for me!"

"Without silence, how can it be like this?"

"Of course, although Moqing is a powerful magic weapon, how effective it can be depends on the user's own ability." Ji Wuxian said with a smile: "The person on Lianwu Mountain who summoned ghosts with Moqing is Xiu. Why is it not as good as me, since I have lost my silence so far, after so many years, that person is still not as good as me, relying too much on that flute is not a wise choice, without silence, I can still use a talisman to come out of the Shura Dao alive, and it is enough for me Hard as well," Ji Wuxian lightly caressed the saber on his waist with his hand: "Hide your heart."

"My friend is so serious, Daozi will trust you for now." Fu Mengsheng smiled warmly.

Ji Wuxian was startled, and then smiled even wider: "What I said is true."

"Okay, okay, it's not temporary, it's true faith, true faith." Fu Mengsheng smiled and shook his head helplessly.

"what!"

The wind is howling, the snow is falling, the swordsman is holding an umbrella, the Taoist is smiling, the hawk flies out from the forest, its wings brush against the wind chimes, bringing out a series of Qingyue bells, and little Aipo happily follows behind, the golden bell on his neck Also ringing cheerfully.

"It's time for Daozi to write a reply." The falcon landed on Fu Mengsheng's shoulder, and the Taoist raised his hand to smooth his neck feathers.

Ji Wuxian nodded: "It's already midnight, go to bed early after finishing writing."

"Okay." Fu Mengsheng smiled.

"And... I think I'm leaving tomorrow morning."

He still has a lot of things to do. To him, the period of pulling away his lucky soul and becoming Du Ruo was like a peaceful and peaceful dream. Now that he wakes up from the dream, the unfinished business should continue.

"The snow on Mingyue Mountain will get bigger and bigger at night, and the mountain will be blocked by heavy snow tomorrow morning, making the road difficult to walk." Fu Mengsheng and Ji Wuxian walked side by side, with a steady tone.

"It doesn't matter, although the flute I have on hand is made from a temporary piece of bamboo, it is no problem to summon spirit beasts of feathered birds, so don't worry!"

"My friend seems to have recovered, but the effect of the Art of Hundred Bones Sorrow on the internal organs of the human body needs at least a three-day observation period." Fu Mengsheng did not stop walking, and his tone could not be refused.

Hundred bones mourning is a method rarely tried by doctors. It strips off the whole skeleton of a person. Although it is risky, it can be used to save people's lives if it is used properly.

It takes at least one day to wash the bones. During this period, a whole set of human bones will be used to support the skin and flesh. After the original bones are washed, they will be replaced.

Du Ruo finally remembered the purpose of picking up the bones after Du Ruo was infected by the Gu, which was to completely cure the cold disease with this method. After being infected by the Gu, his situation was more difficult than ordinary people. Law.

Although the bones he picked up were not enough, fortunately the master of Diezhuang Xiaomengqu was good at Qihuang, and he had human skeletons commonly used in medical research and pathology.

In those three days, Du Ruozhi was often in a coma and rarely awake, but every time he opened his eyes, he could see Fu Mengsheng.

"A floating dream gave birth to you..."

The night snow is silent, the two have arrived in Xiaomengqu of Die Zhuang, the wind has dropped a lot, the lights outside the porch are flickering, the bamboo shadows are whirling in the courtyard, and the flowers and herbs in the nursery are fragrant.

"You have to confirm that there are no complications before you can leave." Fu Mengsheng smiled slightly, with a teasing tone: "Otherwise, Daozi may eat nothing and be unable to sleep. Most of the responsible doctors have this kind of heart, friends, please understand."

The falcon on Fu Mengsheng's shoulder tilted its head, glanced at the smiling face of the white-clothed Taoist who was close at hand, and screamed happily, but it couldn't stand still and fell down, and Ji Wuxian quickly caught it.

"Okay, I'll just promise, don't do this soon." Ji Wuxian lowered his eyes and said, his face was slightly hot.

Don't laugh like this, this kind of gentle and sly smile is too charming.

"That friend, rest early." Fu Mengsheng's voice fell softly.

"Well, after you finish writing, go to bed early."

"it is good."

When Fu Mengsheng left, the falcon fluttered its wings from Ji Wuxian's arms to keep up. Xiao Aipo looked at the falcon bird, then at Ji Wuxian, and actually stayed.

Ji Wuxian watched the graceful figure in white go away. Ji Wuxian stood in the corridor, staring at the increasingly thick snow in the courtyard in a daze.

In Jinling City, the white-clothed guest and the golden wind and jade dew meet each other, the feeling of staying for a lifetime with just one glance, there is no mistake, no mistake.

"The name of Daozi, Xiaoyue Xingshen · Floating Dreams." The smile on the corner of the man's mouth was the same as before, just like the spring forest in the early blooming, the spring breeze is ten miles, and the warmth rippling around, making people addicted to it.

With a different identity, different name, and different appearance and voice from Lan Xizhi, he stopped because of his fellow Taoist voice.

It was clearly a stranger who didn't know each other, but there was a small but fiery expectation in his heart.

Fortunately, that expectation will not be in vain.

Now the conjecture in his heart has been confirmed, Fu Mengsheng is Lan Xizhi, but not completely.

He was in Buried Bone Ridge and on Asura Dao. He called Lan Xizhi's name countless times through Huoxiwu, but he didn't receive any response. Believe the man is dead.

Until he received that letter, which said that Lan Xizhi was not dead and was still in the world, he did not even distinguish the truth from the falsehood, so he raised his knife and killed Shura Dao.

When he found out that someone set up a trick to lead him to Lianwu Mountain deliberately, he used his plan and went alone. The unknown is unknown, but this is still a way to find clues.

Go, maybe it's the other party's invitation to enter the urn, which is nothing for him.

So what, it's just that I went back to the original point and was tortured by endless thoughts.

If the old man came to ask for his life, he would not run away, and to be able to truly die would be nothing more than a relief to him, since he would have had nothing for a long time.

But until then, the conspirators who set their minds on him and made disaster in his name must pay.

When I went to Lianwu Mountain, I was really in a bad mood.

Fortunately, he saw that ray of light. When the thick ink-like night engulfed Lianwu Mountain, the ray of light broke through the darkness and broke into his sight with a gentle and peaceful posture. He was caught off guard and almost wept with joy.

He has been cultivating the way of ghosts for a long time, and his perception of all kinds of lonely and wild ghosts has already reached a state of perfection. Seeing that it has a gentle and gentle temperament, but unable to summon it to the front, I can only watch it blowing through the forest, like a cluster of mountain winds with warm silver light, disappearing without a trace.

In the face of such a gentle and powerful wandering soul, his ghost skills have no room to display. He understands that his three souls and six souls will only become soft and vulnerable when facing that ghost.

Everyone has their own unique temperament, and the soul is the same. At that time, Ji Wuxian could almost confirm that it should be Lan Xizhi's wandering soul, and he was afraid that it was another illusion created during the long-term torture.

Until he faced the dummy who was driven by Yin Zhao, the puppet with Lan Xizhi's painstaking efforts was the best medium. At the moment he drew the knife, he called that person's name in his heart, although there was still no answer, Huo Xiwu On the other end, he trembled slightly, but his heart trembled accordingly.

Lan Xizhi was indeed still alive.

Since Gai Tianling's body exploded, he took away his Xinghun, he didn't know if he could still live, it was just a gamble.

After waking up, he became a boy. He forgot his own name, but took the name Du Ruozhi. Ji Wuxian’s previous title was Du Ruojun. Du Hengjun is happy to have titles regardless of each other.

He forgot about Lan Xizhi, but he still found Fu Mengsheng. The feeling of intimacy for no reason came from the indelible nostalgia deep in his soul.

His lucky soul was the Huangquan guide butterfly who followed Fu Mengsheng all the time. After Fu Mengsheng washed his bones and dispelled the Gu for him with the technique of Baigu Sorrow, he returned the lucky soul to his original state. all memories of it.

Ji Wuxian closed his eyes, that thread of happiness carried all of Lan Xizhi's memories, if that thread of soul was gone, Fu Mengsheng would never think of the past, and he would never hear Lan Xizhi's answer.

The cold wind came through the courtyard, the snow fell from the eaves, and the dead branches were broken with a "slap", Ji Wuxian shook his head, rubbed his temples, turned and walked into the house, but kicked a ball of fluff when he lifted his foot, Looking down, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

Little Aipo was lying quietly at his feet, wagging his tail every now and then, drowsy, and was kicked by the master inadvertently, made two dissatisfied grunts, and fell asleep again.

"Silly dog." Ji Wuxian leaned over and picked up little Aipo, patted its head, and went into the warm room.

When the morning sun and the rays of the sun dyed half of the clear sky, the silver-haired man on the soft couch under the peach tree by the Menghuai River was still half-leaning lazily, holding the booklet with one hand and resting his head on the other hand, leisurely. .

The breeze blew, peach blossoms fluttered one after another, and a table, floor and clothes were left on the table. The man turned a page of the book and kept his eyes on the booklet: "Yeah~ Miss Fengshi seems to be in a good mood."

"So-so, good news and bad news, master, which one do you want to hear first?"

"Ha, I guess, good news, the dust-observing mirror has appeared, bad news, the dust-observing mirror is broken."

"Master, are you a monster?! I don't want to lose face?!" Wu Siyue clapped her fan and thumped the table angrily.

"Yeah, the wind messenger is a servant of the gods, so naturally he won't be with monsters."

"Master! Man!" Wu Siyue thumped the table angrily.

"How can I prove that I am not a monster?" the man said to himself.

"Hmph, you just want me to ask you why you know the dust-seeing glass is broken, so you can make a long speech about deduction!"

"The dust-observing mirror reappears in the world, and it is an inevitable result that it will be broken. There are two key figures in the victory of the righteous way in the crucible of the moon, Wang Shuo and Ji Wuxian. The arrows are headed by the Wang family of Langya, who gathered the power of the four great immortal sects and specially built them for the Broken Mirror Project. There are three arrows in total." The leisurely and unbeatable tone is very unique, "Hey, the wind makes me look at each other, is there any dissatisfaction? Hey, I was really hit hard, so don't talk about Liao, don't talk about Liao."