The villain has a white moonlight

Ji Wuxian turned her head and glanced deep in the bamboo forest. Among the faint green leaves, there was a mist, and there was no one else.

Everything in the illusion is nothing but illusions. Did he mistake Fu Mengsheng for Lan Xizhi, or was Fu Mengsheng restored to his real body in a short period of time when he entered this dream?

"Brother..." murmured, but it was endlessly affectionate.

"The person my friends have been looking for is Brother Ling?" Fu Mengsheng said softly, "But Mr. Du Heng is no longer in this world."

"He's still alive," Ji Wuxian looked at the person in front of him firmly, affirming, "He's still alive."

It's just that they lost all memories about Lan Xizhi and forgot their shared past.

In a sense, Mr. Du Heng is indeed no longer in this world.

Ji Wuxian lowered his head, he hoped that Fu Mengsheng would remember those good times in the past, but he hoped that the other party would never remember those bad ones.

I am really greedy!

Fu Mengsheng's pale glass-colored pupils were slightly rippling, he smiled lightly, said no more, just turned around and walked back and forth.

Seeing this, Ji Wuxian hurriedly followed, and the two of them walked silently side by side for a long distance, during which only the wind rustled the bamboo forest, and a few white birds flapped their wings and flew across the whirling bamboo branches.

"How did my friend get into this illusion?" It was too quiet, and the atmosphere was a bit subtle, but it was Ji Wuxian who broke the silence.

"The next day after you left, Daozi ran out of herbs needed to refine Bauhinia Pill, so he wanted to go to Yuehua Ridge to collect herbs." Fu Mengsheng paused: "Just stepped out of the protective formation of Mingyue Mountain, and was accidentally killed by someone. Putting on a sack and losing consciousness." Fu Mengsheng finally said with a smile.

"..."

"Well, Daozi is also very surprised that there are people still using the ancient hand of covering sacks."

"I know that you often forget yourself when you study the pharmacology of alchemy." Ji Wuxian shook his head: "But in this critical time, my friend, you should stay in Mingyue Mountain."

"Everyone has said that the Yin ghost robbed Fu Mengsheng away. Daozi was just a little lucky, and went back to the mountain after picking the herbs. Unexpectedly, there was someone who made a special trip to wait for the rabbit on the way down the mountain." Fu Mengsheng said seriously.

"……"Excuse.These two characters popped up in Ji Wuxian's heart.

Bauhinia Dan is a well-known healing elixir among cultivators. Last time, Fu Mengsheng let Wang’s falcon take away a few bottles. When Ji Wuxian left Mingyue Mountain, there were still several bottles. Fu Mengsheng didn’t need them himself. Yes, clearly thinking about the turmoil, how much the power of the righteous way has been damaged, and they want to hang the pot to help the world and contribute to the immortal sect.

"My friend, what Daozi said is true."

"No matter what the reason is, you shouldn't go down the mountain." Ji Wuxian calmed down and said seriously: "Stepping into the rivers and lakes will only put you in danger."

"Under the right conditions, a crisis can also be a turning point." Fu Mengsheng's lips curled into a smile again, with a hint of cunning: "Although Daozi is sealed in a crystal coffin, he can perceive everything in the outside world. Then I followed, if Daozi is still in Mingyue Mountain, you and I will not meet today, friend, are you planning to stay in this illusion for a long time and forget Daozi?"

Ji Wuxian remained silent.

"You and I have been walking for a long time, but we haven't come out of this bamboo forest. Do you know why?" Fu Mengsheng's smile was a little sad: "Tanhua is a dream, and the situation changes according to your heart, because you are still hesitating. Here, with you Brother Lan Xizhi, you don't want to leave with Daozi."

"Fu Mengsheng, I..."

"The wind is blowing." Fu Mengsheng closed his eyes, amidst the fluttering bamboo leaves, there was the sound of flute in the distance, eerie and melodious, the world around them was gradually collapsing, like transparent crystal shards, making crisp crackling sounds: " It seems that the person discovered Daozi's spiritual consciousness and wanted to rebuild an illusion for you."

"Daozi can only accompany you to this place." The body of the white-clothed Taoist gradually became transparent, and there was still a smile between his brows and eyes, and his expression was peaceful.

"Friend!" Ji Wuxian eagerly stepped forward, trying to grab Fu Mengsheng, but his hand passed through the other's shoulder without grabbing anything.

"Whether your friend stays, or breaks the illusion and returns to reality, the choice is up to you." Fu Mengsheng said calmly, and the slight sadness disappeared: "No matter how long it takes, Daozi will wait for you."

"Fu Mengsheng!" Ji Wuxian only felt his heart sink, and subconsciously wanted to grab the other party to prevent him from leaving, but it was in vain, the figure finally dissipated like mist.

And the scene he was in had changed to another scene. It was actually on the street outside Lingxi Yiqinglan, Gusu Lan's mansion. The two familiar stone lions in front of the door were planted along the wall. The peach blossoms are like a light pink haze, shrouding the indigo-colored female wall, with branches protruding out of the wall.

The street was full of traffic and people were coming and going, Ji Wuxian looked at the closed gate, took two steps forward, and finally stopped.

Just when a carriage was approaching in a hurry, Kankan stopped the carriage at a distance of three or five steps away from him. The groom gasped and said annoyedly: "My lord, this is an important road for transportation. You are welcome to leave here." Standing in the middle of the road is easy to get into a car accident, do you understand? Thanks to Xiaoping, my driving skills are so good that I didn't hurt you! You should have a little bit of care when you are such an adult, Xiaoping kindly reminded you."

He was very familiar with the speed of the crackling and falling bamboo beans. He glanced sideways at the carriage, and sure enough there was a banner with the blue dragon pattern of the Gusu Lan clan hanging on it.

The coachman saw his face clearly, and said in shock: "Second...Second Young Master, didn't you get punished in Yunshen? Eldest Young Master has already rushed to find Tang's dignitaries."

Then he said with a blank face: "No, Second Young Master, why did you suddenly grow so tall? Your appearance has also changed a little."

He flicked his horsewhip again, and said with concern: "Could it be that the Tang family used some kind of monstrous trick, Second Young Master, have you been tricked?"

Ji Wuxian stepped forward, walked to Xiaoping's side, shook his head, his voice was a little hoarse: "Xiaoping, leave Lan Mansion, and don't come back."

"Second Young Master, why did you say this suddenly?" Xiaoping said awkwardly, "I, did I say something wrong?"

Ji Wuxian shook his head, turned around and left, Xiaoping froze where he was, looking at the back of the young man in red, he couldn't help shouting: "Second Young Master, take care of yourself!"

Ji Wuxian didn't look back, and quickened her pace, her temples twitched violently along the way, Xiaoping was already dead, on the night when Gusu Lan's clan was exterminated.

He knew that the murderer could only be himself, or Lan Xizhi.

If he stays and changes the previous trajectory, Xiaoping will not die, and many people will not die, they will be here and live well.

The blue bricks and tiles along the way spread across the city like an ink painting scroll. The peach blossoms on the streets of Gusu are like clouds and smoke. There is a warm wind blowing, and the falling flowers are like rain. .

Now he is alone, only him.

Now he has the opportunity to correct the past in this illusion, but the fake is fake after all, and it will never compare to the real.

Ji Wuxian walked into a back alley alone, making sure that no one was around, pulled out his heart, and stabbed his heart with his backhand.

Since killing the past self can replace him and stay in this illusion, will stabbing the present self leave this illusion?

This is much easier than breaking the space barrier, so he decided to try.

When the blood spewed out, a middle-aged man with a basket of vegetables happened to pass by here. He was so frightened that the basket fell, and the radishes, cabbages, pears and bones rolled all over the ground. He was shocked and said, "Young birthday! Someone committed suicide here!" Come on, save people!"

Ji Wuxian smiled brightly, and his golden eyes were bright: "It's wrong, it's self-help."

The middle-aged man sat down on the ground, watching the very beautiful young man in red in front of him gradually dissipate like smoke, wiped off his sweat, and sighed: "God...God?"

"Mortal, practice the way of ghosts, I'm sorry for frightening my brother." Ji Wuxian replied with a smile, seeing the effect of this knife, he was in a good mood.

The scene in front of him seemed to be crushed instantly by a pair of invisible hands, together with the stunned face of the man, he was crumpled into a ball and thrown away. After closing his eyes and experiencing a short period of darkness, his feet felt unsteady again. Opening the eyes, the corners of the lips raised, but there was no smile in the golden pupils.

"How could it be..." The Bone Flood Dragon was still thinking about how to devour the body of the motionless person in front of him who was trapped in the illusion, but when he saw that the other party was caught off guard and stabbed himself backhanded, he came back to life. The sword gesture was instantly resolved.

"Ask again, your Excellency, what kind of death do you want?" Ji Wuxian pointed at Jiao with a long knife, raised his chin slightly, and spoke in a serious tone.

The flute sounded again on the mountain, but the breath was unstable, and the flute sound was difficult to continue. Before the white bone dragon had time to attack, the figure in red had already moved.

"Fake ones can never compare to real ones." Ji Wuxian sneered, raised his knife and darted between the huge skeletons of white bones. In just a short while, he dismantled the giant bone beast into a pile of bones, and then lethargy.

Ji Wuxian took the fragments of the dust-observing mirror attached to the dragon's head, cut off the bone-like dragon's head with one blow, and landed steadily on the lonely boat on the waves.

The dragon's head drew a desolate arc in the air, and landed on the pile of bones. The icy blue cold flames in its eyes had long been extinguished. Everyone present praised the exquisite sword technique, and seeing Ji Wuxian raise his hand to take the talisman, The talisman is like a white bird flying, falling on the dragon bone, and it will burn when it touches it. Not long after, the huge bone mountain has burned into a flame mountain, the clear water is reddened by the fire, and the dragon bone melts in the raging fire Making fly ash is a neat way to cut grass and roots.

The monks looked at the scene of water and fire in front of them, and remembered that this man was also a devil, and the voice of praise disappeared, but they didn't dare to make any radical remarks. They looked at each other, not knowing what to say, but the scene was quiet.

Ji Wuxian had already sailed to the crystal coffin. The clothes and clothes of the people in the coffin were all the same as Lan Xizhi's, but there was a faint red mark on the fair skin on the neck. It was the last time he was injured by the gangsters on Zhongnanshan.

His eyes stopped at the scar, and then moved away. He was a step late that day, only to hear that those bastards had hurt Fu Mengsheng and wanted to continue to attack him. His head rolled to the ground, and the surrounding trees were stained with blood. He stepped on the forest of corpses without any disturbance in his heart.

In the past, more than one person accused him of cruel killing methods, and he was never a pillar of righteousness.

But the person he wants to protect is.

Fu Mengsheng was supposed to practice in the mountains, accompanied by the breeze and bright moon, without being stained by the world of mortals.

Let alone be involved in the turmoil of the world.

"Friend, I'm back, I don't want you to wait too long." Ji Wuxian lowered his eyes, raised his hand to gently stroke the edge of the coffin lid, and murmured.