The villain has a white moonlight

And he also completed the writing of "Long Song of Feather Clothes".

After the scholar finished writing the book, he fell to his desk and cried a lot, with a heart-wrenching sadness carved into his bone marrow.

The more he understands the hidden past of the Yuyi Kingdom, the more shocking he finds it. There is no story of becoming a fairy, but the cruel plunder of Xanadu and the obliteration of crimes by the Ji Wu Dynasty.

The Four Immortals took it for granted that they took everything from the Yuyi Kingdom, and used beautiful legends to virtualize a kind-hearted race that once existed.

Different from the current version handed down in the world, the first draft was written in Yuyi Chinese characters, and ordinary people could not understand the content. This is the only one in the world.

The scholar buried the first draft under the peach blossom tree, and the location of the book collection was written on the wind chime in Chinese characters of Yuyi.

This book may be buried in dust forever, but if one day that person comes, arrives in Gusu, under the peach blossom tree, sees the instructions on the string of wind chimes, and sees that book, his heart can still be conveyed come on.

"The Long Song of Yuyi" records in detail what he learned about the Yuyi Kingdom and the truth about its demise. Since its publication, it has caused a huge shock in the cultivation world. Become the object of secret execution by the four great immortal sects.

The weak body of a mortal cannot withstand a heavy blow from a cultivator. The assassin sent by Xianmen only stabbed him once, cursed at Yiwen, and kicked the scholar down under the peach tree, snorting coldly leave.

He didn't wait for that person until his death, but before he died, he finally remembered who he was waiting for.

His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness, the person he once liked, the person he has always loved, the person he has been waiting for all his life.

It is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Yuyi Country.

"Your Highness, you?" He raised his hand and stroked the peach blossom tree lightly, "I'm sorry...I can't wait for you anymore."

He couldn't wait for His Highness to come back, and the only thing he was thankful for was that he left the "Long Song in Feather Clothes".

After finally turning over the first draft, he used his own blood to write countless words at the end of the page that he wanted to say to that person during the long waiting period. The love he restrained at the beginning gradually became fanatical as he gradually lost his strength. Get up, as if to pour out all those sad obsessions, suppressed and unspeakable emotions.

After burying the book again, the scholar was exhausted and stopped breathing.

The scholar thought he would die right away, but as the blood flowed from his heart, the delicate hourglass reversed itself, the purple fine sand flowed again, and the person disappeared as a ray of light.

After that, Ji Wuxian was reincarnated in the world with the help of plants countless times, and while going around, he persistently left traces of the existence of Yuyi Kingdom in the world.

He was the one who built the Youlong White Pagoda in the new Jinling City.

The person who erected the Forest of Steles is.

He was the one who painted the murals.

He was the one who gave the wick.

And he spent his whole life chasing after an illusory shadow that made him believe in existence, and he could only recall the past of the prince and Yuyi Kingdom before he died, like a curse, and like a punishment from time reversal.

He can't remember how many times he has been reincarnated, but in the countless times of time travelling, his memories of the old things about the Ji Wu Dynasty and Yuyi have become more and more blurred, and his impression of the prince has become more and more faint. .

Must not forget!

If it is forgotten, the crimes committed by the Ji Wu Dynasty will never be remedied.

If you forget, Yuyi Guoshang will never be exonerated again.

If you forget, those kind souls will never be free, and can only be tortured in the boundless darkness of pain.

If you forget... you will never see the prince again.

He desperately wants to remember everything about the past, but the law against the sky is flawed, and the power of time is irresistible.

He gradually couldn't remember that gentle, beautiful, wonderful person, his voice and smile.

But he always remembered the feeling that the prince gave him, that kind of beautiful and warm feeling that is unique in the world.

Until he was born in a dense forest in Miaojiang and wandered to Gusu.

I met Lan Xizhi on that snowy day, this time, it was Lan Xizhi who found him first.

Ji Wuxian opened his eyes suddenly, and found that tears were streaming down his face.

Mo Ling spread his wings to cover him, and the girl's face, which was like a white porcelain mask, also had a slight mournful look on her face. Seeing him waking up, she raised the corners of her lips and smiled: "Are you awake? Xiao Juan Mao, you are really ruthless to yourself, you have finally mastered the unique art of ghosts, and you will leave as soon as you say it."

There are countless howling ghosts and howling wolves, countless evil spirits gather here, vowing to eat his flesh and blood, Mo Ling is opening a barrier to keep those screaming evil spirits out, and the group of ghost cars and birds under her command are also ordered to open Wings, showing sharp claws, guarded outside the barrier unabated.

"Mo Ling, thank you very much." Ji Wuxian tried to get up, but his whole body was limp.

"Ha, it's rare that Yinming Guishou would thank me, a monster." Mo Ling was really surprised, and then said in an indifferent and brisk tone, "But you really should thank me, there are not many sober monsters here, But right now I'm still a little overlord, you haven't been torn apart, it's because of my friendship in the past that I covered you first."

The young man in red lowered his head: "I'm sorry, Mo Ling, I... forgot you before."

The ghost car bird was startled, its wings trembled, and it said incredulously, "You, you remember?"

"Yes, I remember, Prince, you, and Yuyi Kingdom." Ji Wuxian closed his eyes, his voice hoarse.

Mo Ling folded his wings, his voice was a little trembling, as if he didn't know what to say, after a long while, he murmured: "It's good that you remembered."

Mo Ling took another two steps back, looking at Ji Wuxian with a pair of red standing pupils, wanted to cry but there were no tears, the long-standing disguise faded away, and said in a trembling voice: "Axian, I don't want to be like this, I don't want to be like this. I don't want to eat people, and I don't want to be a monster... I don't want to be like this."

"I know, Mo Ling, you have suffered for hundreds of years." Ji Wuxian stepped forward, gently smoothing the feathers on Mo Ling's wings

Mo Ling didn't speak, she thought of the disaster and war-torn past of the Yuyi Kingdom, she and many of her kind were taken away as spirit birds, and were treated by the people of the Ji Wu Dynasty as a treat, she was affected by the earth's atmosphere and had an accident Mutated, became a ghost car bird and killed a little prince who wanted to put her in a water tank to torture her, and escaped with her companions.

The Kingdom of Yuyi sank into the abyss and became their hometown that they could not return to. They could only stay in the mortal world and live on human blood. During the battle with the four great immortal sects, she also took other monsters under her command. Zizhu Xiao, who was exiled in the world, tried her best to destroy the Zhu family, one of the four great immortal sects. She was sealed together with the music score of Zizhu Xiao, and Xiao was obtained by a snake ghost who was watching secretly.

When the young Ji Wuxian broke the seal, she recognized the old man at a glance, but the other party did not know each other.

She was a little sad, but she was very happy when the young man poured spiritual power into her to help her recover.

The young man killed the snake demon to take the flute, unsealed her and took the score. She didn't care, but she was curious, so she followed the young man secretly, wanting to find out the reason.

On the way, she was stopped. The person who stopped her was a blind young man in white. His face was as beautiful as a silver snow peony. A pair of pale glass-colored eyes were not focused, but his spirit was not diminished.

"Your Highness...Your Highness!" Mo Ling was shocked and delighted, "Your Highness, you, you are still alive!"

"That's the old name." The young man raised his lips and smiled. The warm sunlight shone down, but his whole body exuded a faint coolness. "Long time no see, Mo Ling."

The prince said that he had a new name and identity. He was Lan Xizhi, the eldest son of the Gusu Lan clan.

"The Yuyi Kingdom shouldn't sleep forever in the abyss, and the innocent souls of Shura Dao shouldn't be tortured anymore," the young man's voice was also cold and clear, "This filthy mortal world should also be cleaned once."

At that moment, she realized that the prince had changed, but she couldn't help but bowed to salute: "Your Highness, Mo Ling vows to follow him to the death."

There seemed to be slight waves surging in the air, and invisible pressure came, and the group of ghost car birds on the periphery suddenly stirred up, and the barrier was instantly broken. She guarded the weak red-clothed youth behind her vigilantly, but after seeing the comer, Gathering the spread wings: "Your Highness...Your Majesty, you are here."

Ji Wuxian stared blankly at the beautiful man in white clothes and black hair walking towards him. Under the cloudy sky, countless evil spirits were screaming and laughing, following behind Lan Xizhi as if they were following their master.

"Brother..." Ji Wuxian took a step forward, but was timid because of the sneer at the corner of Lan Xizhi's mouth.

"Lan Xizhi is dead," the young man in white said coldly, "Or, he never existed."

Ji Wuxian froze in place.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is still alive, and the eldest brother is not dead. He should be happy, but for some reason, his heart feels like a knife is being twisted.

The distance between them is obviously very close, but they feel that the person on the opposite side has never been so far away.

The Huo Xiwu at the fingertips was triggered by the powerful spiritual power emitted by Lan Xizhi, and Ji Wuxian sensed what the prince experienced after he was sent back to the Yuyi Kingdom.

The moment Bailong fell into Hongze from the air, he pulled out a keel bone and used all his strength to force open the dust-observing mirror, and the mirror sucked that keel bone together with the dragon soul.

Bailong fell into the small world he had prepared for Ji Wuxian and lost consciousness.

The ten puppets in the mirror turned a blind eye to the white dragon's soul body and keel that fell from the sky. They were set with instructions only how to get along with Ji Wuxian, but they lived in peace.

The white dragon slept in the mirror for hundreds of years due to heavy injuries. During the long years, the keel attached by the dragon soul was restored to the body of the white dragon by the dust-observing mirror.

After waking up, the prince's spiritual power was not as good as before. He was trapped in the mirror and couldn't get out. He could only transform a puppet every few decades and let it out. It became the force he secretly cultivated in the mortal world. Mortals prepare.

Those puppets practiced with the magic books he wrote in the mirror. The way of practice was the orthodox immortal way, and there was also another way of practice that he wrote when his mood gradually changed. Xiujie defined it as ghost way .

The last puppet released established the Xianmen Lan Clan in Gusu, just because the prince remembered that Ji Wuxian's mother's surname was Lan, and his ancestral home was in Gusu. After a hundred years, the people of the Gusu Lan Clan changed batch after batch. , and finally became one of the four great immortal sects. The Patriarch has changed countless names, but he is still the puppet.

Lan Ting, the head of the Gusu Lan family, summoned the other nine puppets to activate the magic circle in the Gusu Lan family, and the prince came to the mortal world by burning the peach tree in the Ziting.

The puppets bowed their knees to greet Prince Yuyi, but what they saw was a baby.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, but the baby was calm and calm, dismissed the nine puppets, let them continue to lie dormant as people in the fairy sect, and stayed in the Gusu Lan family.

Lan Xizhi's name was also chosen by himself, Lan Xi, Lan Xian, in memory of that boy.

That young man may have fallen into the abyss with Yuyi Kingdom.

When he came to the world, his spiritual power was completely exhausted, and he had to start over from the beginning, just like ordinary disciples of the fairy sect.

Maybe it doesn't matter if you start from scratch, he thought he could control everything, but he encountered that variable.

It snowed heavily in Gusu that year, and the blue bricks and black tiles were all white for a moment. He just casually glanced at the side of the road. The boy who was half buried under the snowdrifts had the same features as before.