The villain has a white moonlight

Ji Wuxian stopped playing the flute, Fu Mengsheng asked with concern: "My friend, did any accident happen?"

"The suzerain of the Eastern Palace had his tongue cut off and he was unable to speak."

Fu Mengsheng looked at Dong Gongyue's back and sighed softly.

The remnant soul's feet were off the ground, suspended in the wind and swayed from side to side, as weak as mist, which would dissipate as soon as the sun came out.

"My friend, I'm going to use the soul-absorbing technique to relive the scene." Saying that, Ji Wuxian went to the incense candle basket to get a stick of incense, lit it, found a small idle incense burner, inserted the incense, and placed it together with the incense burner away from the fire.

"This move is risky, friends, be cautious."

The soul absorption technique is also a skill that can be mastered by those who have refined the ghost way. It can be used to lighten a period of the soul-absorbed person's past. Hun refuses to leave Ji Wuxian's body, and there may be trouble at that time.

"Fu Mengsheng, don't worry, no one can take me away, not to mention the Eastern Palace Sect Master has only a wisp of remnant soul."

"Daozi will protect you." Fu Mengsheng stood up, flicked the dust whisk lightly, and the talisman paper in his sleeve flew into the four directions, affixing the poles of heaven and earth.

Ji Wuxian raised his hand, Earth Soul flinched, as if afraid of the powerful aura of the ghost head, the young man in red lowered his eyes, his eyes were a little sad: "I'm Xiaofu's friend, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

Hearing her daughter's name, the remnant soul covered her heart, and sobbed and cried silently.

If Dong Gongyue had the whole soul and body, it would not be so fragile at all. However, after the transcendence, there is only one soul left in the world. There is no resentment, no sorrow and joy, but there is still concern. The relationship between father and daughter is the deepest bond.

Ji Wuxian sighed lightly, and put his palm on Donggong Yue's forehead, it was cold to the touch, closed his eyes and said softly, "My friend, I will end before the incense burns out, don't worry."

"Okay, Daozi is waiting for you." Fu Mengsheng said gently.

The young man in red raised his other hand to his forehead, recited the mantra, turned his palm over, as if pulling, as if calling, and finally touched the center of his forehead with his fingertips, and a red butterfly flew out from the center of his forehead. The soul of the earth also turned into silver light and entered Ji Wuxian's heart.

Ji Wuxian's breathing and heartbeat stopped instantly, and he fell backwards. Fu Mengsheng, who had been waiting by the side, stretched out his arms to support him, hugged him and sat down, and smiled gently at Butterfly: "We meet again, Huangquan leads the way. "

The butterfly flapped its wings, flew around Fu Mengsheng lightly, and then stopped at the tip of Ji Wuxian's hair, the brilliance of its dark eyes flowing, as if silently comforting.

"Thank you, my friend can be extraordinary, nothing will happen," Fu Mengsheng said softly, "It's just that every time I see him like this, Daozi feels uneasy, as if he will never wake up again."

The young man in red is pillowed in the arms of Fumengsheng in a comfortable posture, his seaweed-like long hair is bypassed, and under the warm light of the bean yellow light, his handsome eyebrows and chiseled face are softer, like a sleeping foreign country prince.

The butterfly seemed to be stunned, and flew to Fu Mengsheng's shoulder again. There was silence in the room, only the cold wind whistling, flapping against the doors and windows.

Ji Wuxian opened his eyes, and it was Donggong Yue. The young man who was walking with him had a clear appearance, a little sick, coughing twice, with a golden rose crown and hair, and a golden fan in his hand. Ordinary clothes, but there is a gold rose nail missing from the skirt, the white rose family pattern is embroidered on the clothes, and the soap boots are on, it is the Eastern Palace Shenyue.

"Little Eleven, you are not at home all year round, and no one is allowed to take care of this yard." Dong Gongyue raised his hand to block the hibiscus branches that had grown to the side of the road, "How about renovating this time when you come back?"

Donggong Shenyue is also a son of a noble family, but this courtyard with lush grass, sparse flowers and trees, and wild vines has a strange painting style. It is very suitable for the courtyard that has been deserted for a long time and can be haunted by ghosts. A few hibiscus bloom brightly and profusely. It can be used as the scene where a scholar meets a ghost in Liaozhai.

"Brother, I came back this time to wish you a birthday, I will talk about these small things later." Donggong Shenyue said with a smile.

"It's rare that you can still remember my birthday every year with your temperament that doesn't care about anything." Dong Gongyue was really happy.

"Father died early, and I was weak and sick since I was a child. My eldest brother and sister-in-law raised Shenyue. If I can't even remember my elder brother's birthday, then I will be in vain." Said, Donggong Shenyue coughed twice again.

"Oh, brother, I just said it casually," Donggong Yue patted Donggong Shenyue on the shoulder, "Next time, brother will invite some good craftsmen to expand this yard and dig a pond beside the hibiscus tree. What do you think?" how?"

"The hibiscus shines on the water, resists the frost and smiles at the cold, and the haze is bright and pleasing to the eye." Donggong Shenyue said with a smile, "Thank you, big brother. It's just that Xiao Fu lacks a place to draw materials for her future books, and my little brother feels a little sorry."

"If that girl wants to lose her temper with you, just ask her to find her father, and then I will make amends to her with a hundred stories." The expression on Dong Gongyue's hard face was much softer.

"Ha, then the problem is solved."

"I'm afraid that my old story will be boring for the little girl." Dong Gongyue laughed.

"How come, Xiao Fu told me last time that she wanted to hear stories told by elder brother like she did when she was a child, but now that you are the master of a family and you are busy with work, she dare not mention it."

"Really? Haha!" Donggong Yue laughed loudly: "Then when she comes back this time, I will tell her again."

"Okay, brother, be careful of the steps." Donggong Shenyue reminded in a warm voice.

"Well, Little Eleven, I will stay for a few more days when I come back this time."

"It's a must! I must wait until my eldest brother celebrates his birthday before leaving."

The two of them had stepped up the jade steps and entered the house. Dong Gongyue sat down in front of a huanghuali wooden table.

The room was clean and tidy, quite elegant, with golden animal charcoal burning in the stove, and a pot of boiling water on the stove, Donggong Shenyue went to pick up the pot of water and started to make tea.

"Brother, come to Pinpin. I specially brought back Tieguanyin from Nanling for you." Donggong Shenyue offered the brewed tea to Donggong Yue with both hands.

The tea smoke curled up, and the fragrance of tea overflowed. Dong Gong Yue took it, and saw a pool of dark green in the ocher red porcelain cup, and the color changed with the light. It was very beautiful, but Dong Gong Yue's complexion changed slightly: "Tea! It's good tea, and this cup has a lot of history, right?"

"Brother has good eyesight, this is the rouge snow that third brother specially made for you."

The raw material of rouge snow can only be the soil of Chiyan Mountain. This kind of porcelain is fine in texture, only ocher red, beautiful and gorgeous, and it is favored by some celebrities from aristocratic families.

However, compared with other porcelains, the utensils themselves have no special function, and because of the special soil quality, it is difficult to shape them, and the rarity is more expensive, so the price is very high.

"The soil of Chiyan Mountain is under high temperature all the year round, so it is difficult to form."

"So the third brother is really hardworking. He hired the best craftsmen in Sichuan, and it took hundreds of scraps to produce these two pairs of good cups."

Donggong Yue slammed the teacup onto the table with a bang, and a few drops of hot tea splashed on Donggong Shenyue's hands. The latter said cautiously, "Brother... did I do something wrong?"

"What time is it now, are you still wasting time, manpower, and financial resources on such useless things? Has Shenying also fallen along with it! When will the prodigal sons get to do something serious!"

The land of Shu has been a land of abundance since ancient times. Although the Shushan Mountain Palace is also a family, it is not short of money, but it is never extravagant. Prodigal, but since Dong Gongyue's generation, for some reason, there have been several playboys in the clan, who are secretly extravagant and wasteful.

"Brother, don't be angry, Shenying just wanted to prepare a unique gift for you, and she really put her heart into it, and didn't mean to waste it on purpose." Donggong Shenyue turned the cup in the other direction, and saw that there was 'Ying Zhu' in the underglaze color. Big brother, blessed as the East China Sea, longevity than Nanshan. " in gold.

Pure color rouge snow is difficult to burn, let alone this kind, it can be seen that Donggong Shenying really puts his heart into it.

Dong Gongyue is a person who values ​​family affection. When he heard the word "hard work", his anger subsided a little. Dong Gong Shenyue served tea again, took it and drank it, and sighed: "I always wonder if it shouldn't be so early. Let Shenying be the deputy suzerain."

Donggong Shenyue asked puzzledly: "Ah, why? The third brother's ability is the strongest in the clan except the eldest brother."

"He used to be the same as you, a chic and casual person, but he has changed in that position."

"How can such a powerless idler like me compare with the third brother." Donggong Shenyue laughed.

"He is reliable in his work, but he is too concerned about gains and losses. He cares about my opinion, but he still lacks experience. Now in this world of cultivation, I can't retreat to the second line with peace of mind."

Ji Wuxian saw that the look of anticipation in Donggong Shenyue's eyes was extinguished like a cold flame after hearing these words, and then turned into a pitch-black pool without waves and ripples.

Someone outside came to ask for instructions to count the congratulatory gifts, Donggong Shenyue resumed her previous smile and left temporarily.

But Dong Gongyue got up, pulled out the golden bell with red thread, and shouted at the person in the secret room.

Ji Wuxian looked at the red-lined golden bell like a red snake, breaking through the barrier like a rotten one, blasting the stone gate, and hitting Yafeng in the middle, in a state of being completely crushed. The hammer hit hard, and he knelt down on the ground under the severe pain, swallowing back the pain, leaving only a muffled groan.

how?how?Dong Gongyue was panting, with countless questions in his mind, is there poison in the tea?No, it's impossible, I have been taking cinnabar pills all year round, and I have long been invulnerable to all poisons, and Shenyue... Shenyue can't be poisoned, what is going on?

Ji Wuxian gritted his teeth and was enduring the same pain, his head was almost numb. At this moment, someone walked in without a sound. A pair of soap boots stopped in front of Donggong Yue, and the hem of the golden clothes was embroidered with delicate white roses.

"Shenying... help me." He raised his head with difficulty and saw the person coming, but he could no longer make a sound.

Donggong Shenying's face turned blue, his lips turned white from being bitten, his eyes wandered around the room, he quickly walked to the white wall, took down the peacock feather knife, held it up high, closed his eyes and sobbed silently, and stabbed Donggong. The back of the battle-axe.

Ji Wuxian's pain was no less than that of being stabbed, but his pain nerves had long been numb, and when his eyes were dark, he knew it was over.

Fumengsheng sees movement in the person in his arms and activates the formation. When Donggongyue's earth soul swims out of Ji Wuxian's forehead, it is instantly purified and goes to reincarnation. After a pause, he flew back to Ji Wuxian's body.

"Fu Mengsheng," Ji Wuxian opened his eyes, his soul-stirring pupils were full of smiles, "You hug me too tightly, I can't breathe."

"Sorry." Fu Mengsheng let go and said softly, "Friend, are you all right?"

"It's very good, don't worry." Fu Mengsheng's embrace was very warm, the light scent of medicine lingered on the tip of his nose, and the fairy-like jade face was all in front of his eyes, Ji Wuxian's heart was beating extremely fast, and he wanted to lie down and get up However, this place is not suitable at this time, so he turned over, sat opposite Fu Mengsheng, coughed and said solemnly: "I saw the murderer's face, it's Donggong Shenying."

Then he told Fu Mengsheng what he saw in detail, and then thought for a while and said: "But I still have a few doubts..."

But there was a sound: "Killer! Help... Help!" Then there was a shrill scream, which sounded like the grave guard.

"I'll save people first." Ji Wuxian frowned, got up quickly, opened the door and rushed to the cemetery behind Qingyang Temple, the voice came from there.