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When people outside mentioned Xining Palace, they couldn't get around the haunted rumors and the mysterious and beautiful woman.

This is indeed the case. Xining Palace is located in the most gloomy corner of the entire palace. The sun can only shine in for a short period of time around noon every day, penetrating through the tall window lattices carved with butterflies and bluegrass There was a sickness of dying.Thick shadows are everywhere, covering the palace where the most honored women of the Yong Dynasty lived, gloomy and solemn like a huge tomb, always so lifeless.

The fragrance of phoenix marrow permeates every corner of the palace, and this thick and tangible fragrance is like a gurgling river, silently entwining everyone in it.

"Since you're here, you don't need to hide, the Ai family knows you're here."

Most of the speaker's body was painted behind the phlogopite screen, with only a scarlet skirt exposed, on which the tail feathers of the phoenix were embroidered with gold thread.The weaving method of this brocade is extremely complicated. Even the most seasoned and most proficient Weaver Girl may not be able to weave a foot for a whole year. For these women living in the deep palace, it symbolizes the supreme grace of the Holy Family. It is said that the most beloved concubine of the late emperor was rejected three times for making a skirt, and the fourth time the old eunuch in charge of the storehouse reluctantly cut it off with a ruler.

The fingers wearing the gold-stitched enamel armor kept teasing the knot hanging in front of him.

Only the owner of the hand knows that as long as he gently pulls this way, the rising fireworks will illuminate the day, and the guards in the deep palace will rush in one after another, killing the daring intruder on the spot .

"Aren't you coming out yet?" She became impatient, her red lips parted slightly, "Come..."

"I also ask your mother to be safe and not to be impatient."

A Taoist figure slowly emerged from the darkness outside the screen.

No one knew where he came from. Under the dim light of the glazed palace lantern, this man was as clear as a snowman carved from ice.

He turned around, revealing an indistinguishable young face, with snow-white hair, snow-white robes, and snow-white skin. Except for the cinnabar between the eyebrows and a pair of bewitching red pupils, there was no trace of worldly color on his body.

The thick and cold aroma is suddenly mixed with a touch of mild and mellow sandalwood.He clasped his hands together and performed a very standard monk ceremony, "Little monk Langxue, I have met the empress dowager." His posture was extremely humble, but his voice was shrill, like fingernails scratching the surface of porcelain, piercing people all over It's uncomfortable but I can't tell where it is.

The queen mother raised her eyelids wearily, as if she was not interested in everything, "It's you. What's the matter?"

"The big formation in Zhou Village, Ningjiu County was broken, and the ghost dragon that was being fed was also beheaded. The little monk went to the scene and only found this."

He dug in his bosom for a long time, took out a handful of broken jade, and threw it on the floor tiles with a clatter.

With the death of the things inside, the jade also lost its beautiful color and became no different from a stone. It is hard to imagine that it is used to maintain the huge formation in Zhoucun.

"The Ai family already knew about it." Regarding the delay in his news, the empress dowager sneered, "That little bastard is exactly the same as his short-lived father."

"Young monk is worrying too much." Langxue took half a step back, "There is one more thing in a low voice. I heard that General Xuanwu will return to court next month. The empress dowager hasn't forgotten, right?"

"Of course I won't forget. Is the master just here to talk about these boring things?"

That frail and boneless hand rested on the knot, and it might be pulled down violently at any moment.

Inside this resplendent palace wall, every crevice was filled with unclean flesh and blood, and she didn't mind adding more.

"Of course not. Madam, the little monk is just here to let you know." He flashed to the side of the screen, facing the Empress Dowager Yongchao, and pulled a strand of long black hair to his lips. "It's almost that time."

The Queen Mother was not annoyed at being treated lightly, "Has this year's living sacrifice been delivered yet?"

"It's coming soon..." Lang Xue wanted to say something, and suddenly smiled, "Someone is coming."

As soon as he finished speaking, the palace attendant raised his voice to announce, "The emperor is here." The eunuch's sharp voice cut through the ambiguous tide surging in the deep palace.

"Empress Dowager." These few words were spoken by the demon monk with extreme malice. His bloodless lips opened and closed a few times, and what flowed out of them didn't sound like human words, but rather a bone-eating poison. "It looks like this The little emperor...it's strange that he likes you. Will you really be willing then?"

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the other party to answer, he smiled again, "Someone is here, fornication in the palace is a felony, and I am inconvenient to disturb you, so I will leave."

This demon monk came and went without a trace, his body disappeared faster than the sandalwood fragrance on the corner of his clothes, the fragrance was still lingering, and the person was gone.

"Ah Jiang!"

According to court etiquette, even if the emperor didn't come out of her belly, he should call her queen mother instead of such an intimate nickname.

He stumbled and rushed in, the bright yellow dragon robe was filled with the chill outside and an inexplicable smell of blood, because he was running too fast, he almost tripped over the belt several times.

The lady behind the curtain lowered her eyes, her expression was neither sad nor happy, like a clay sculpture beauty, without any superfluous emotion.

"Ah Jiang, I'm here to see you again."

The eunuch who escorted the emperor's chariot closed his eyes silently, and closed the palace door for them before leaving.Many things in the palace cannot be inferred from the morals and ethics of ordinary people. As servants, they can only keep their mouths shut and make a living in it.

The majestic nine-five-year-old knelt down in front of her, buried his cheeks in the soft cloth, and wept, not even claiming to be the proud me anymore, but a more humble me.

"Emperor. Look up, don't cry anymore." She changed her patient tone, soft and calm, but there was a strange gleam in her eyes, "You are the emperor of the Dayong Dynasty and the master of this world. Who can't get along with you?"

"Yes, yes! Some people have trouble with me!" He raised his face, his eyes were red and swollen, and he said inconsequentially, "They are all poisonous snakes. I can tell that they are just a piece of human skin with poisonous snakes underneath. Hissing and spitting out the letter, he is ready to rush up to bite me to death and snatch my throne." Speaking of excitement, he waved his arms, "I am the Ninth Five-Year Lord, the one who is alive. Alive, those people They are all dead, I am the only survivor, I will not be crushed by you."

Time flies, he is no longer young.The once handsome face was so slack that it was about to fall down because of the sideburns that were addicted to alchemy and health preservation.No matter what, he couldn't afford Langxue's "Little Emperor".

But the concubine who lived with him in the deep palace back then was still beautiful and charming, even a bit too bewitching.

"Yes, that's it. There are many people coveting your throne." She stroked the top of his hair, her pointy fingertips hovering over his top, "They are all dead, you are the one who is alive." people."

……

Fulong County, Tongzhou, Qingjiang Ferry.

In Mu Liya's memory, Fulong County should be a wealthy county. When I saw it today, it was indeed a deserted and dilapidated scene. It was like a natural disaster. Most of the houses were vacant, and those who were not free were also closed. Close, not sure if there is anyone inside.

The Qingjiang River flows through Tongzhou. It is wide and has many shoals, and there are dense reefs in it. Even boatmen who live on the river all the year round can easily find their way, let alone novices.However, Fulong County is located in the mouthpiece of Tongzhou, surrounded by mountains, and the terrain is rugged. It is also a long-standing problem to detour the dry road, so most people still choose the more convenient waterway.

Mu Liya and Xue Zhi came to this ferry early in the morning to find a boatman to take them across the river.

It was cold at the ferry crossing in the early morning, and the continuous mist rolled up from the river surface, and it didn't dissipate after a quarter of an hour, which seemed to mean that you couldn't see your fingers.

Mu Liya shook the boatman's copper bell to solicit business for a long time, but no one answered.He was not in a hurry, and continued to shake until an uneasy man emerged from a black-covered boat, staring at him with sleepy eyes, his face drawn long.

"It's not over the river today, you two should go back quickly."

"Boater, you haven't said anything yet, why don't you cross the river?"

The boatman, who still smelled of alcohol from last night, ignored him at all, and went straight back into the boat to sleep with his head covered.

After a while, a boatman who couldn't stand it and was more talkative came out of the other boat, "You two are from outside, right?"

"Someone is from Jiangzhou." Mu Liya simply reported his family.He lived in Jiangzhou from birth to growing up, so there was nothing he couldn't say.

"As for this one..." He looked at Xue Zhi and paused, "Same as a certain person, he is also from Jiangzhou."

Xue Zhi glanced at him, but didn't have much objection.Although he was born in Suizhou, because he lost all his memories before he was six years old, he doesn't have much affection for this hometown.

The boatman showed his face clearly, "I knew it. Because only people from other places would say they want to cross the river at this time." He hesitated, "It's so foggy, I can't see the road ahead..."

"If you're just worried about the undercurrent, can someone buy this boat?"

Mu Liya took out an ingot of fine silver and pressed it in the hands of the boatman calmly.

"Can you row a boat?" The boatman glared at him, completely unbelievable that this delicate looking rich man knows how to row a boat.

Without waiting for Mu Liya to answer, he shook his head self-consciously, "It doesn't matter how much money you give. Hey, is this a question of money? If I, Wang Laosan, take your money and buy you the boat, go back I will be stabbed in the back by my own mother-in-law."

"How to say?"

He waved his hand, and hastily clenched his fists to politely reject the piece of silver. By the way, he restrained himself from glancing at it from the corner of his eye. He was obviously very moved, "Brother, seeing how young you are, I don't know if you have a family yet? There should be parents who need to be taken care of. I sincerely advise you, no matter how urgent you are, don’t even think about crossing the river at this time.”

"We locals will never cross the river in this foggy day."

Mu Liya didn't insist anymore, put the money into the purse, pondered for a while, and showed a rather playful smile, "I have a crush, but I don't know if the other party is willing to marry me."

The boatman was dumbfounded, "My little brother is so talented, which girl doesn't care? Since we are about to get married, we should go back quickly. It's okay to delay for a day or two, and it's difficult if we die."

Maybe it was because I woke up in the morning on a foggy day and had nothing to do. The boatman at the ferry couldn't help explaining a few more words, "The Raksha ghosts who live in the river will come out to eat people on this kind of day. If you don't want to be killed by the Raksha ghosts Eat it, and cross the river another day."

You Sinian, the county magistrate of Fulong County, has been in office for more than ten years.

Even so, it's hard to stop some people's mouths. For example, the mean woman in his family would hold his ears and yell at him for being worthless if the salary she handed in every month was a little less. Why couldn't I think about getting married back then? Such a man.

You Sinian had studied sage books all his life, and finally won the Juren at the age of 35. He went to Beijing to rush for the exam and got a moderate ranking.

The county magistrate is a seventh-rank official, but the seventh-rank sesame officials are also divided into high and low.If you are assigned to a wealthy county, not to mention the chance of promotion, life itself will be nourishing, and this Fulong County is a typical barren land, only those who offend the superiors will be demoted, unless there is red rain in the sky, otherwise this His career as an official has come to an end.

According to the laws of the Great Yong Dynasty, the county magistrate had a yearly salary of 70 taels of silver and a salary of [-] shi, which sounded quite generous, but facing that big family, he could barely make ends meet, even his master Liu Dafu was a little richer than him.

In order to save money, he lived and ate in the county magistrate's mansion. He worked in the front hall, and settled a family of young and old in a few rooms in the backyard. It was noisy and lively every day.

It was still dark that day, he saved the kerosene and didn't light the lamp, and entered the courtroom in the dark, the rather old pineapple wood chair under his buttocks hadn't warmed up yet, when he caught a glimpse of something on the table.

"What is this?"

Although he already had a premonition in his heart, he couldn't help but be surprised when he took out the fire stick and lit the oil lamp, and saw the true appearance of the thing through the little bean fire.

It was a flat iron box, about the size of an adult man's two palms together, with a half-bloomed lotus flower branded on top of the box.

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead in an instant, he opened the box with trembling hands, and took out the heavy envelope inside.

The letter's fire seal was also in the shape of a lotus flower, which made it almost difficult for him to breathe.

He was no stranger to this scene.I forgot which year it started. In short, since a certain period, he began to receive such iron boxes and letters from no sender from time to time. In the letters, the things they needed from him were neatly written in lower letters: Sometimes it was a few live animals, sometimes it was a pair of boys and girls in a bamboo cage, sometimes it was gold, silver and weapons, but in the end all the requests were nothing more than taking advantage of the foggy night to take them away. The things they asked for were packed in the simplest Upon boat, and then let it drift.

According to the letter, these human sacrifices are all used to worship the Raksha ghosts. Only when the Raksha ghosts are satisfied can the people of Fulong County continue to live their peaceful lives.

If the county magistrate You, who is a parent official, refuses to pay tribute obediently and offends Jiangzhong Luocha, the entire Fulong County will suffer.

When he received this letter for the first time, he still had the arrogance of a scholar who didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and suspected that it was just a farce. As if angry, the fog lingered for a long time, and all the boats that dared to venture out to fish or cross the river never returned, until he packed thirty live pigs in a black boat and sent them out of the river. Only when the weird mist cleared did people dare to continue to seek life in the river.

After such an experience, how dare he be negligent as the parent official of thousands of people in Fulong County?Who on earth could send the letter to the county magistrate's court without anyone noticing it?Is it really the mysterious Jiangzhong Rakshasa?He didn't dare to think about many things behind him, and he didn't want to think about it, so he could only do his best to satisfy those requests with all his strength.

Fortunately, the people over there don't often make requests, and most of them ask for live animals, such as virgins and virgins, at most once a year.

He tore open the envelope and began to see what the other party wanted this time, but this time, the mysterious man behind the lotus box asked for something far beyond his imagination.

This time they wanted a pair of heads, and they were not ordinary heads, but the heads of two specific people. The portraits were put on a copper plate, and they were sent into the river within seven days by the old method.

Otherwise, Rakshasa will bring down the plague and turn the entire Fulong County into a dead place.

……

There is a fresh soup wonton shop in Santiao Hutong, Fulong County. Every day, people line up to eat wontons.

The owner, Old Man Hu, is nearly seventy years old and has many eccentricities of the elderly. For example, he only makes wontons for an hour after the sound of the clapper on the fifth watch every day.

Looking at this posture, this wonton should be the special skill of old man Hu. Although it is not as good as the imperial cuisine, it has its unique advantages.That's how it should have been.

Mu Liya and Xue Zhi were scolded by the boatman and changed their minds not to cross the river. They came out of the ferry just in time for the last wave before the wonton shop closed.Mu Liya thought that he and Xue Zhi hadn't eaten their breakfast yet, so he took out a few copper coins from his pocket, intending to taste the wonton.

But when the two servings of fresh soup wontons were served, even Mu Liya could not boast that the wontons were delicious.

This is by no means a problem with him being well-clothed and well-fed since he was a child, because even Xue Zhi, who had always kept his face in front of his eyes when Mount Tai collapsed, frowned.

"You think so too?" Mu Liya asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid that other people would hear.

Xue Zhi put down the spoon, "...not very good."

Not bad but very bad.The skin of this wonton is so thick that even the dumplings are inferior to it. The meat stuffing wrapped in it is a bit salty, and there is still some unwashed silt under the vegetable soup. Unless there is something wrong with the taste, otherwise the People are more normal, and they will not rush to eat such wontons.

Just as Mu Liya was about to continue talking, someone pulled away the chair opposite them and sat down.

"..." He lowered his voice and raised his eyes, but cautiously did not speak.

This uninvited person was a monk in white.

"The two of you don't know, there is a story about Old Man Hu's wonton shop."

Even though Mu Liya likes to wear white clothes, he will not be so white. Sometimes the inner clothes are gray and sometimes black, and with the plain color piping, it will not be monotonous.

But the monk in front of him was already frighteningly white: except for the snow-white robe, his skin and hair were the same color as snow, and the cinnabar between his eyebrows was as red as blood that had pierced his skin and refused to drip for a long time.

Generally speaking, such a person is called Bai Zi, but Mu Liya sensed a certain dangerous aura from him, and he was not completely sure what it was.

The strange-looking young monk didn't seem to find it abrupt at all, and he didn't care about the surprised and disgusted eyes of other people in the shop. He smiled slightly, "There was a flood in Tongzhou Prefecture more than ten years ago. It's not accurate to say it was a flood." , because it was only heavy fog, and the Qingjiang River was calm, and there were no big waves. In short, many boatmen were hit by disasters during that time, and Old Man Hu's only son was also trapped in it."

He sat across from the two of them, and he also held a small pottery bowl in his hand, which contained Hu's wontons that were no different from the two of them.

His wrist is very thin, with protruding wrist bones, forming a small depression in the middle. His slender and white fingers slowly scoop up the poor-looking wontons in the bowl, blow them cool, and put them into his mouth to chew carefully, as if It's like tasting some delicacies.

After a wonton was eaten, the weak-looking monk seemed to have the strength to continue talking, "This wonton shop was opened by some friends of old man Hu's son before his death. The old man is getting old, because of his son's business Excessive mourning, old eyesight, and no one to help with things, so I always lose everything, and the two young masters should not be used to it."

Mu Liya stared at him coldly, Xue Zhi wanted to draw his sword but he held it down gently.

Because of what he said at the ferry, Xue Zhi's attitude towards him was a little more subtle than before.

His fingers were cold, Xue Zhi hesitated for a moment, let go of the sword, and held him slowly.

"I'm disturbing the two sons."

After eating a whole bowl of wontons, the white-clothed monk stood up and drifted away.

"This matter is not over." Mu Liya whispered, "He will still appear."

His premonition was correct, this weird monk in white clothes seemed to have had sex with the two of them, and his ghost lingered everywhere.

After eating wontons, the two of them went to the inn to rest, but they didn't expect that the monk in white was the one in front.

"Two upper rooms." Mu Liya didn't even look at him, and walked past him to talk to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper has been doing business for so many years, and he vaguely sensed that there might be some troubles between these few customers. On the one hand, he hoped that they would not cause trouble in his store, but on the other hand, he said regretfully: "My lord, my lord, there is only one room left. Why don't you two make do with each other?"

He and Xue Zhi are both men, so it's not a problem even if they live in the same room, not to mention that it was the same when they stayed in the hotel before, but today they suddenly want to live separately.

Before him, a pale hand stepped in.

"Shopkeeper, I asked for an upper room earlier, didn't you?"

The shopkeeper couldn’t figure out what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, so he said what he said, “Yes, yes, there are four upper rooms in my house, this… there are two rooms left before the master comes, and one room is left after the master wants one.” one."

In order to prove what he said was true, he immediately took out the last wooden sign from the drawer, "My lord, this is the last room to go up..."

"No need." The monk with a very different face said softly, "The little monk wants to hand it over to the young master as a friend, so I will...give the house to the young master."

Layers of sweat appeared on the forehead of the shopkeeper.

Facing this monk in white, he would always feel some kind of instinctive fear, but he couldn't see anything when he looked carefully.

"Don't you want to say thank you?"

At the moment when the monk in white approached, Mu Liya held his breath.The thing hidden in his sleeve trembled violently, even more violently and disturbingly than in the Zhou Family Ancestral Hall.

He sensed some kind of similar message from this strange monk.It is said to be of the same kind, but it is much stronger than the one flowing on him.

A pure monster that has not been diluted or adulterated by other bloodlines.

"Master Mu?"

"who are you?"

Mu Liya only asked this question.

Monk Xuefa gave a gentle monk ceremony, "Little monk Langxue, I heard the name of the Mu family in the early years, and I have always admired it. When I saw it today, I am worthy of being the descendant of that lord. She is really personable."

"I hope you can consider the little monk's request."

"No need."

Mu Liya's words can be said to strike jade and strike gold, even Langxue was shocked.

"I can't afford you as a friend."

He emphasized the word "friend", and there was pain in his eyes that others could not understand, "I will not have a friend until everything is over."

This was the first time he clearly showed other emotions in front of people other than Xue Zhi.

Langxue was not enraged by his picture, but turned her head in confusion, "What about Mr. Xue?" His eyes clearly said that he knew everything, but what he did was tinged with hateful innocence. "He's... been looking at you all the time. You don't have to worry about hurting him by saying that... Oh, yes, he's not your friend, never was. It's grotesque."

When Xue Zhi was mentioned, there was a crack in Mu Liya's cold and serious shell.

"What does it have to do with you?"

Lang Xue raised a snow-white finger and shook it lightly, "Shh, I know all about it." He hissed like a snake hissing, and whispered in a hoarse and smooth voice, " I know that people's desires cannot be hidden from me, I just need to smell it like this to know what kind of ugly desires you have in your heart. I know it all."

"Do you want to know what his desire for you is?" He actually blinked, his almost transparent long eyelashes trembling like the wings of a butterfly, "He is patient, he has been patient. People are so weird, Obviously I want it so much, if I were a monk, I would plunder what I wanted, and I would rather destroy it if I couldn’t get it, and I would never just watch it appear in front of my eyes but refuse to touch it. Idiot.”

After listening to his words, Mu Liya not only did not refute, but lowered his eyes quietly, as if he was carefully considering the method he said.

There is only one thing that Langxue is right about, and that is that the monster's instinct is to plunder.

The bigger the monster is, the more arrogant and domineering it is, it will plunder whatever it wants, and they will never think about the will of the plundered party.

"Anyway, it's your words..."

The monk's robe was originally a symbol of purity and solemnity, but wearing it on this snow-haired demon monk didn't have the slightest sense of solemnity.

There was a strong scent of sandalwood on his body, as if he had been tainted by fireworks in Buddhist halls for many years, and this scent had been dyed into his bones, which could not be washed away.

"Young Master Mu, you won't forget, right?" The cinnabar between Langxue's eyebrows became even redder, and even a thin tinge of blood appeared on her lips, "You have our blood flowing on you, you belong to our race, this is you The brand that will be borne forever. Don't you feel tired living in the crowd and following the rules of the Three Cardinal Principles and the Five Constant Principles?"

Maybe it was Mu Liya's persuasive attitude that pleased him, and he became more and more arrogant, "Heaven, what is heaven? Did you just forget about the Mu family's destruction?"

When the word "Tian Dao" was mentioned, Mu Liya suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were so clear, how could he see the confusion of being bewitched?

"Only you are worthy of mentioning the way of heaven." His voice was not too loud, but with an irrefutable force.

The giant snake opened its ferocious mouth, and he smelled the stench that even the thick sandalwood could not cover up.

This is the smell of death and killing, and the eminent monk who has truly attained the Tao will never have such a disgusting smell.

Master Weiji from Huguo Temple once went to Mu's house to summon Xue Zhi's soul.The maids of the Mu family are all bird demons who have become spirits. When facing this master who was rumored to have subjugated demons and demons as a teenager, they all said that the master has a loyal heart and is worthy of being a master.

He was led by his father to meet Master Weiji once.He thought he would see such a magnificent figure, just like those who always kneel in front of his house, but the reality disappointed him.

"Is this the child?"

"What will happen to him in the future?"

"It's a bad fate, it's not a good fate." The skinny monk in the shabby cassock beckoned to him with a smile, "Xiao Jiuer, come here."

Although he couldn't understand the meaning of those few words, but hearing his father's sigh, he knew instinctively that it was not a good word, so he held his father's hand tightly, refusing to let go no matter what.

But his father took the initiative to withdraw his hand and pushed him towards the strange monk, "Go, I can't protect you forever."

A true buddhist with compassion in his heart, he can hardly forget the fragrance of grass and trees mixed with incense ash and the skinny but warm and strong hand to this day.

"I'm not worthy of chatting, so are you worthy?" Lang Xue approached abruptly, the two of them were very close, the cold breath spewed on his face, and his reflection was reflected in the scarlet pupils.

"Stay away from him, or I'll cut off your head."

At the moment when he lost his mind, Xue Zhi's sword had reached Langxue's neck, and the blade of the sword was stuck to his bloodless skin, and had sunk a little.

The blood flowed out by this cold-blooded monster turned out to be pure crimson instead of pale as expected by others, and it was dripping down the blood groove to the ground at this moment.

"Just because of you?" Lang Xue didn't turn her head, but it was as if she had eyes on her head. Even behind him, Xue Zhi could feel the extremely uncomfortable feeling of being watched, "Just because of you, a mortal? By the way, you have..."

"If Ah Zhi can't do it, what about this one?"

Mu Liya raised his hand to block Lang Xue's face who was getting closer.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be so ignorant of current affairs." He smiled slightly, and his smile was full of arrogance that he had never shown before, "I dare to offend even the one who set up the trapping dragon formation. I don't pay much attention to white snakes that have become fine."

"This……"

The initial shock dissipated, and Lang Xue saw clearly what Mu Liya was holding in his hand.

The exquisite dagger hidden in his sleeve was drawn against Lang Xue's face, and his eyes were as cold as a blade.

The short sword was wrapped around and the white cloth loosened a little, so that everyone present could see the real body of the sword clearly.

The "Diamond Sutra" was neatly copied on the strip of cloth, every word and every sentence was deeply engraved in Mu Liya's heart, so that he would never forget that night's desolate moonlight and heart-wrenching grief.And the sword is not much bigger than a dagger, completely different from Xue Zhi's. The scabbard is inlaid with gold and jade, and the thin gold threads are staggered into flame patterns, burning from one end to the other, like a sword in Abi Hell. Yehuo is extremely luxurious, and the most eye-catching thing is the blue gemstone embedded in the middle, flashing a coquettish color that makes people afraid.

Even if it has not been unsheathed, no one should underestimate the blue flames spreading from above.Although he couldn't feel the slightest bit of temperature, it fell on the monster's body like a bone-eating poison, and soon brought a stinky smell of burnt flesh.

Langxue's eyes suddenly changed.His movement was like stepping on a cloud, before his entire face was split in two, he stepped back two steps gracefully.

"Sin, it seems that the little monk offended." With that ugly burn on his face, there was finally a trace of panic in his voice, "There will be a period later."

……

By the time Mu Liya and Xue Zhi put away their swords, the shopkeeper was frightened into a quail.

Today is probably an unlucky day, and it shouldn't be open for business, otherwise, this weird monk in white suddenly came to the store to stay, then turned around and almost got into a fight with the new customer, and just the fragmented words he heard , these two seem to be...not human?Thinking about it this way, his head is about to explode, whether to drive him away or stay, God made a special trip to come out like this, what is it if he is not playing with him?His whole family was pointing at this inn. After thinking about it, he opened his mouth and said, "...Second, do you two still stay in the inn?" thing.

Mu Liya glanced at him, "Live." No matter how painless he was, he still wouldn't care about such an innocent mortal.

But he couldn't say any more, and there was a long-lasting hatred and resentment in his heart, which brought out the evil nature that was suppressed in his bones.What Lang Xue said is right, he is not a human being, and should not be bound by mortal morals and ethics, but he is not a pure monster, the more he thinks about it these past few years, the deeper he sinks, and slowly, he Start to deliberately stop thinking about these things, stop thinking about what you are.As long as he can fulfill the agreement with Tiandao, he can do anything, even if it means giving up his dignity.

Sensing that he was in a bad mood, Xue Zhi stood between him and the shopkeeper, "Take us up."

His demeanor was very cold, and there was a kind of strength in it that made people shut up and stop talking. The shopkeeper took a look, and even though he was still shivering, his head started to work again, "Sun Xiaowu, bring... the two guests The officer goes upstairs."

Mu Liya didn't remember very clearly what happened afterwards.He only remembered that Xue Zhi held his hand and whispered two words in his ear, "I'm here."

Xue Zhi is still here.As long as the boy he dug out from the dead and tried his best to bring back to life was still alive.In his sad life, there was only such a little good thing left in the end, and even in order to keep such a little thing, he had to suffer a lot.

"I hate." There was a fire burning in his chest that had never been extinguished for so long.

He has always greeted people with a smile, giving people the impression that there is nothing left but the occasional joke. Until now, Lang Xue's bland and tasteless face has been torn off, revealing the ferociousness underneath. look.

"There is not a single day that I don't hate." He whispered, the short words seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth.

If all these things hadn't happened, then he would still be the young master of his Mu family.What does the world, humanity, the undercurrent political struggle, and the lifeblood of the Great Yong Dynasty have to do with him?

All he wanted in his life was to find Xue Zhi's lost soul, it was like this.

"I know it all."

Xue Zhi thought, how could he not know?

Depend on each other, in the dark underground cave, for three years, the only people who can go out are at the beginning of the month and the end of the month.

How could he not know the hatred and evil nature burning in this person's heart, and how these things that were born with his blood were smoothed out by a little time and himself, and finally became what he is now.

The world only knows that the Mu family was destroyed overnight, leaving only one young son whose whereabouts are unknown, but no one knows what kind of life the only surviving boy is living.

Greedy people have a good plan and want to take advantage of the fire to rob those magical soldiers forged by the Mu family. They swarm like locusts, thinking about how to share the last morsel from the dead.But how could they not have expected Mu Liya?Only the blood of the Mu family can open the Mu Family Sword Temple. He took Xue Zhi into the Sword Temple, and after finishing everything he wanted to do, he completely closed the gate of the Sword Temple.

For three whole years, they kept mourning for the dead in their caves in the mountains.

To put it nicely is to keep filial piety, but to put it bluntly, he is turning himself into another person.

This year Mu Liya was only 17 years old, and he was slightly older, 19 years old.The two teenagers were full of anger and anger that they didn't know how to vent.