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To the south of Tianjing is the Huguo Temple.

This ancient temple was built in the middle of the former dynasty, and it was very lucky that it was not destroyed in the war of more than ten years, but the incense has never been prosperous.Until Emperor Gaozu established his capital in Tianjing, this great emperor learned the lessons of the previous emperors and was extremely cautious about religion. In order to suppress the increasingly rampant Baima Sect, he ordered the Huguo Temple to be closed.After the sun sets, the continuous shadows of the mountains in the distance are dark, and on the other side is the bustling capital city with sparkling lights, and in such a deserted temple, a thin shadow walks quickly.

He is thin and thin, obviously a child who has not yet grown up, wearing a gray-blue monk robe that is too big to be ridiculous, holding a wooden tray bigger than his head in his hand, and his expression is so serious that he is a little out of control. Three or four years old.

In his memory, this temple has never been so silent, and even at night, many small sounds can be heard: the lights in the main hall where the Buddha statues are enshrined are kept on all night, and the disciples are knocking on wooden fish in the hall and chanting sutras, floating around With the dark aroma of sandalwood.

But since that woman came, everything has changed.

As he passed through the atrium, he suddenly quickened his pace, and his lips were tightened, inadvertently revealing the fear in his heart.

There is a stone well in the middle of the courtyard. Different from the drinking wells of ordinary people, this well is not only covered, but also tightly locked by heavy wrist-thick chains, and countless layers of seals are added. On the yellow paper, there are spells written with fangs and claws in cinnabar.The suppressed thing at the bottom of the well is better during the day, but it becomes even more frenzied at night. It pushes against the lid extremely restlessly, causing the chains to rattle and make hoarse and vicious howls. cold.

The little novice speeded up again, leaving all these behind.

When he arrived at the meditation room in the backyard, he was relieved when he saw a faint but bright light from a certain window.

"Master, it's me, Hui Mi, here to bring you food." He knocked on the door, and before the people inside could answer, he opened the door spontaneously and walked in.

He went all the way to the innermost room before he saw the person he was looking for near the screen: this person was wearing an old cassock that was washed white and had two patches, and was writing something at the desk.

"It's you, did you see that thing again when you came?"

The young monk's master, the abbot of the Huguo Temple, Master Weiji put down his pen, turned to look at him, and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that there was nothing missing.

The little novice put the tray in his hand on the table, and said calmly, "Well, you are much better after doing the ritual."

"Really? Huimi..."

"Okay, master, let's eat."

He brought three things: a bowl of porridge made from beans, miscellaneous grains and other miscellaneous things, a small dish of pickles, and two or three pieces of salted tofu on the side.

This is the daily diet of Master Weiji, which is too simple for a person of his status.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Eat it, I ate it myself when I was cooking...you don't blame me for being greedy?"

"Children grow up, so they should have enough to eat. It's hard for you to live a hard life with me in the temple. By the way, there will be another visitor from the palace in two days." Master Wei Ji didn't move his chopsticks, and said normally Talking about what happened recently with his disciples, "It is said that New Year's Eve is approaching, and we will pray for the deceased emperor. The Queen Mother will also be there."

Originally, the little novice was still hesitating, but after hearing Master Weiji's last words, he finally plucked up the courage to say what was in his heart, "Master, let's run away. I...I will protect Master, so please follow me." Let's run away together."

"This temple... is no longer a place for the living." Otherwise, his senior brothers would not have died.

"escape?"

Monk Weiji laughed, and when he had laughed enough, he waved to the little monk and let him come over.

Skinny but warm fingers landed on the top of his head, and the familiar sense of comfort made him squint his eyes.

"Hui Mi, you asked me to escape with you, but tell me, where can we escape?"

When the little novice was stopped, he blinked and said in a low voice, "We can go south..."

He was still young, so he only knew that Tianjing was in the north, and he could stay away from this terrifying place of right and wrong by going south.

"South, how far is the south?" Master Weiji continued to ask, "Do you want to cross the South China Sea?"

"Just keep walking, just keep walking. Nanhai... I haven't thought about it yet." He raised his head, met the master's sad face, and met those deep eyes, "Did I say something wrong?"

"Silly boy, you are right. Indeed, if you want to avoid the disaster in the north, you should go south." Master Weiji withdrew his hand, "But it is not as simple as the disaster in the north. Remember, there is no king in the world. These eight words are not just words. The whole world has fallen into the hands of that person. We have all been involved in this conspiracy for a long time. It is too late to escape. We have nowhere to escape, the only front line The vitality is to stick to it here, and believe that the adult will return to his place."

"……Who?"

The little novice could only half understand what he heard, and only knew that they couldn't leave the temple, as if they were waiting for someone, and felt even more depressed.

"The big man who can end all this strife."

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the desk behind the master, and found an open letter beside it, and a half-written reply letter next to it.Just when he wanted to see more clearly, the letter suddenly burst into flames. The green flame made him startled, and he hurriedly wanted to find a bucket to put out the fire.

"It's okay, this is fox fire, it won't burn people."

Master Weiji pressed his shoulders, and there was a gleam of hope in his deep dark eyes, "The person we are waiting for will come soon. Be patient a little longer, be patient a little longer, and all bad things will come to an end." past."

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Chun County, Jiangzhou.

At the end of Ronghua Lane is a restaurant run by an elderly couple.

The old couple used to make wine, but after listening to someone's suggestion, they set aside the front hall of the house as a restaurant. Every winter, they would prepare wine warmed by the stove to warm the middle-aged people who came back from working in the fields. Warm up, so the business is booming all year round.

This year is no exception. On a freezing winter day, the store burns a warm charcoal fire, and the smell of warmed wine wafts away, and people inside can be heard shouting loudly from far away.

Some people get drunk, their chatterboxes open, and they start to talk about their own affairs in nonsense.

"I swear, there are monsters living in the mountains." The man who spoke had erratic eyes, "otherwise, why would people always run to the mountains to collect medicine? Tsk, who would believe their nonsense, dragging carts of treasures to the mountains? , isn't this looking for trouble?"

The people around him must have heard enough of his rhetoric, "Monsters, monsters, if you really think there are monsters in the mountains, go and find them. Last time I said that Lao Li and I brought you out of the mountains. of."

"I... I'm just lost!" He continued, scratching his neck, "There are definitely monsters living in this mountain!"

"You're crazy. I heard that your mother-in-law ran away with others just because she couldn't stand you talking crazy all day." The other of them covered his ears unbearably.

After all, the tavern is such a big place, and what is said on one side can be heard on the other. Someone heard what they said, thought for a while and interjected, "I don't know if there are monsters in this mountain, but there used to be a household in this mountain The mysterious family famous for making swords seems to have the surname Mu, but I don’t know the specifics, but they were exterminated later, and the news spread quite far.”

"Destroy the door?"

"So I'm guessing right? There are indeed monsters in the mountains?"

They were chattering about unfounded things at one end, and the shopkeeper at the other end came to deliver the wine, and just as they were about to go back to the back room to continue their work, they heard the bell outside the door ding ding dong dong.

The bell had been hanging outside the house for many years, but it hadn't rang very much, and gradually the owner and the owner forgot about it.It wasn't until today that he suddenly remembered that the bell was still ringing.

"excuse me."

Someone opened the door, and the first person who came in was a tall, handsome young man in black.

This young man has an aura that makes people dare not look directly at him. He has a bland long sword hanging from his waist. He didn't say anything, just waited with the curtain hanging.

The cold wind was blowing in, and some people who couldn't bear the cold began to yell and curse, and the person behind put away the somewhat effeminate snow-blue satin umbrella in his hand, and followed into the shop.

"What do you two want..." When the noble man in white turned his face away, the half-done work in the store's hands suddenly stopped.

Fortunately, no one noticed his gaffe, they were all immersed in the legendary story of the mysterious clan in the mountains, only the shopkeeper, for a moment, he suspected that he was wrong.

"Mu...Mr. Mu?" After he finished speaking, he realized that something was wrong, and called out another address hesitatingly, "Mu...Eldest Young Master?"

Mu Liya, who was called, smiled slightly, "Uncle Wu, long time no see."

Uncle Wu, the store owner, was startled by his smile. He seemed to have seen a ghost. From the corner of his eye, he quietly looked at his feet, wanting to see clearly whether it was a human or a ghost. On the one hand, I wondered why the bell would ring.What the person who handed the bell to him said was that if it was an ordinary person who came, even if he tried his best to ring the bell, it would not make a sound, but if the person who came was not a human...

He only remembered that the Mu family were not ordinary people, but he didn't notice that the bell started ringing when the man in black pushed the door.

"Don't look at it, I didn't die at that time." Mu Liya shook the little snowflakes on the umbrella, and the shadow at his feet was stretched by the bright lights in the store. It didn't look like a fake , "By chance, I escaped, and then lived in the mountains for several years."

"So you didn't...you've grown up so much. I still remember the last time I saw you, you were still a child, and you looked more and more like..." Thinking that this might be a topic that shouldn't be discussed, Uncle Wu suddenly Shut up, and finally gave a smug smile, "It's cold outside, come in quickly."

Uncle Wu welcomed the two of them into the store, and when the curtain was lowered again, the bell that had been ringing before stopped immediately quieted down.

The shop was noisy, and Mu Liya simply looked around, "Your place is still as lively as before."

"It's just a small business." Wu Boshun said a few words to a few acquainted drinkers, and then yelled at the back, "Old lady, send two more jugs of wine... I have something to do, you can It’s okay to go out for a run.”

"Damn ghost, what can you do? It's not just thinking about being lazy."

"Hey, I can't tell you. If you don't believe me, come out and see for yourself." Uncle Wu muttered and complained a few more words, then turned his attention back to Mu Liya and Xue Zhi, "Both of you What's the matter here?"

"Come to buy wine." Mu Liya said simply, "I've thought about it for a long time, but your wine is the most authentic."

Uncle Wu frowned, his expression full of nostalgia, "But I remember...isn't it this month?"

"Yeah, they used to come in July and August." Mu Liya took over his conversation naturally, "But they're not here anymore, and they don't pay so much attention."

After hearing this, Uncle Wu wished he could slap his own mouth twice.Why did he say things that shouldn't be said all night, and sprinkle salt on other people's wounds?

"I didn't mean to say that."

Instead, Mu Liya softly comforted him not to think too much, "It's nothing. Even if you deliberately don't mention the ending, it won't change anything. Take us to the bar."

After passing through the bustling front hall and arriving at the deserted backyard, Uncle Wu took off a bunch of copper keys from his waist, opened the locked door of the wine cellar, picked up a bunch of torches from the side, and led them down.

The stairs of the wine cellar are steep and narrow, at most one person is allowed to walk through, Mu Liya and Xue Zhi follow behind, the only light source is the flickering fire in front.

"Do you want the same Tsubaki wine as before?"

Hearing Uncle Wu's question, Mu Liya was taken aback, "Are you still doing it?"

"I...hey, I prepare it every year. Because no one came to pick it up, I put it there. I guarantee that no one has touched it, not even my mother-in-law."

For a long time, Mu Liya couldn't tell what it was like.

Whether it is Dr. Lin in the medical center or the brewer in front of him, they have never forgotten his family.

"Stop it, the Mu family is gone anyway." He said with some self-deprecation.It was the Mu family who entrusted old man Wu at the beginning. Since the Mu family had been destroyed that night, the contract would no longer be valid.

"This won't work, this will never work, don't say it, I can't agree."

The old man Wu shook his head, and retorted stubbornly, "The old man once promised Mr. Mu that if he wants to put it in the coffin, he can put it in the coffin, and it won't be less than a year. I did it before no matter whether someone came to pick it up or not. Now that I know that you are still alive, I can’t lose my trust here. If you have any difficulties, if you have something to do, and you can’t pick it up on time, I will prepare it for you. You can come whenever you want , but I can't let me not do it."

"Also, don't say that the Mu family is gone, young master, you are still alive, and the Mu family will be there wherever you are. You are the only blood of the husband."

Going down to the deepest part of the wine cellar, except for the narrow path left for people to pass by, the shelves on both sides are filled with large and small clay pot wine jars according to the year.Uncle Wu skillfully led them through it, and went to a shelf at the back, moved out two jars, one large and one small, from the central position, and took out the knife in his waist to pry open the thick layer of mud on top, like Passed the small altar to the person waiting by the side as usual

Mu Liya knew what he meant.Because this is sacrificial wine to be used in ceremonies, there must be no mistakes, so it is usually packed in two jars, and the small one is opened in advance to check whether the brewing is successful.He caught the jar, raised his head and took a sip, the blood-red liquid remained on his lips.He exhaled slowly, as if recalling the smell carefully.

"Ah Zhi, come and taste it too." He brought the jug to Xue Zhi.

Xue Zhi didn't take it, but took a sip from his hand.

In fact, the moment he smelled the aroma, he was sure that this was the wine used by the Mu family to sacrifice swords, exactly as he remembered.

"That's right." He nodded, affirming Uncle Wu's achievements, "That's it."

"I just said that there can be no mistakes." Uncle Wu said very proudly that he brewed this wine strictly according to the recipe Mu Yixuan gave him back then.

"It's been so many years, even a novice should become a pro." He was still a young man when he brewed this wine for the first time, and he became an old man with gray temples in a blink of an eye.

While they were talking, Uncle Wu's wife and the proprietress of the restaurant also came over to see if the old man was lying or being lazy.

Seeing the person who she thought was unlikely to appear again, she repeated what Uncle Wu had done earlier, and only when she saw the shadow did she pat her chest and calm down.

"This is really a distinguished guest." It took her a long time to find her voice, and out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of the jar over there, "Young Master Mu...you are here to fetch wine."

"Yeah, I didn't expect you guys to remember." Mu Liya lifted the slightly larger jar and weighed it in his hands, then turned to say goodbye to her, "Since we have the wine, we should go too."

"It's dark outside, and it's still snowing, why don't you just sleep at our house for the night?" She naturally persuaded her to stay, "Old man, come over to persuade me."

"No need, Ah Zhi and I are in a hurry." Mu Liya firmly rejected this proposal.

"Then I'll send you off...?"

Uncle Wu tentatively said that this time Mu Liya didn't refuse him again, "Please trouble Uncle Wu."

"Old lady, you go to the shop and I'll take Master Mu out. This time, you can believe me, I'm really not lazy."

"Okay, okay, it's just you who talk too much."

Wu Bo sent them all the way to the gate, "Eldest young master, as long as I, Wu, is alive, I will wait here for you to come back."

"No need, I am already very grateful for you being able to do this." Seeing Uncle Wu's refusal to go back, Mu Liya realized that he still had something to say, "Do you have anything else to say?"

Uncle Wu looked around and made sure no one was eavesdropping, so he covered his mouth and said in a low voice, "Master, people have been coming to inquire about your family's affairs, I can see that they have bad intentions, so I just say that I don't know. They went up the mountain in the end, I don't know if they found your house or not."

Mu Liya was taken aback, "Really? I'm sorry to trouble you. But that's fine too. Don't meddle in the affairs of the Mu family. It will cause disaster."

"Uncle Wu, if I don't come at the end of July and beginning of August next year, there is really no need to make this wine." Mu Liya looked straight into the eyes of the old man, "You are right, the Mu family will be where I am So if I don't come, it means that the Mu family is really gone."

After speaking, he took the wine and left with Xue Zhi.

Going out of the town and walking some distance into the woods is the way up the mountain.He has walked this road countless times since he was a child, most of them sneaked out to play behind his father's back, and a few came down the mountain to buy some necessary supplies when he was observing his filial piety.

Snow fell on the ground, as fine as gravel, and he opened the umbrella again, signaling Xue Zhi to move closer to him.

Because the umbrella was too small, even if he and Xue Zhi were next to each other, their shoulders were covered with snowflakes.

"When I first left home, I wanted to go back every day, but now somehow, I'm a little scared to go back."

"What are you afraid of?" Xue Zhi followed his words even though he knew the answer to the question.

He looked at the distant silhouette of the mountain and the dark blue night, "I thought I was afraid to face those dead people, but I didn't know until now that I was afraid that we would find the right truth."

After searching for three years, he finally got a little closer to the truth of Miemen.Why does it have to be him?Why does he have to be this person who seeks the truth?

"Go up the mountain. If you really want to sacrifice the sword, you have to make all the preparations before dawn."

If he dared not even face the truth, then he would have no face to meet those dead people.

The snowy night in the mountains is so quiet that there is no human voice, only the cold sky shines through the withered branches.

Mu Liya and Xue Zhi walked together, their boots stepped on the bluestone slab, leaving a long string of footprints behind them.None of them spoke, maybe because they couldn't think of anything to say, maybe they were recharging their energy for the future.

On the way, Shanlang floated out of the umbrella attached to him, looking at the snow scene along the way very curiously, and even stretched out his hand to catch the falling snowflakes.It's a pity that he has no body after all, and the snowflakes passed through his nothing body and fell to the ground.

"This is Jiangzhou?" He opened his mouth wide, with a hint of awe in his tone, "It's completely different from my hometown. It's really snowing. My hometown has never snowed, not even once. you……"

He babbled on for a long time alone, but no one paid any attention to him. After a while, he himself felt bored and returned to the umbrella again.

The two walked uninterruptedly for more than an hour. When they reached the halfway up the mountain, they could only see the sea of ​​clouds and the falling snow.

"Are you alright?" Xue Zhi asked all kinds of aftereffects from his previous poisoning.He literally almost died then.

Mu Liya turned around, allowing Xue Zhi to see his face clearly through the reflected snow light, "Thanks to Gu Su, my injury has fully healed."

They have walked this road from childhood to adulthood, and they can find the correct direction even with their eyes closed.After finding the blurry stone tablet, Mu Liya led Xue Zhi to the deeper part of the forest along the river with a thin layer of ice against it, until he reached the place where it suddenly became clear, where the courtyard of the house in the dark night The huge shadow is like a dormant beast, and the edges are extremely blurred, making it difficult for people to see its true appearance.

Mu Liya walked through the open courtyard door, and what he saw was the overgrown courtyard.

After the massacre, he was still young and couldn't keep the entire villa, so he could only try his best to seal up the main house, while the houses and courtyards outside were exposed to those malicious hyenas.

Everything of any value was looted, even the carved window lattices were pried off and taken away.Mu Liya knew what they wanted to find, they wanted to find those hidden swords.

Each of the swords made by the Mu family is a rare treasure that can set off a bloodbath, so the moment the news spread, those people who had suppressed their greed before did not hide it anymore.

Because of the magic spell that was laid back then, the scenery became more and more well-preserved the further you walked in, and Mu Liya could remember which room he was going to pass next without looking carefully.

This used to be the place where he had lived since he was a child, and the past years flew by before his eyes.For a moment, he thought he could see the maid in bright yellow clothes around the corner, and see her gentle smiling face at all times.

If she was still alive, seeing him coming back from outside at this point in the middle of the night, she would definitely ask him if he wanted to drink some hot soup to warm his body.

"I must have sneaked into Xue Zhi's room again."

He stopped, and Xue Zhi, who was walking behind, almost bumped into his shoulder.

After thinking about it for a while, Xue Zhi knew that he must be feeling sad, "Who do you think of?"

"That's where you used to live."

Mu Liya pointed in a direction, and Xue Zhi didn't even need to look to know that it was the courtyard where he had lived for more than ten years.

"Well, I saved my life there, but I didn't know anything after I woke up." More than ten years passed in such a daze.

Reminded by Xue Zhi's words, Mu Liya looked away helplessly, "It will be dawn in a few hours, let's move on."

He Yao and Su Gu took their place to break the formation. They returned to Jiangzhou to find the truth of the year, and finally met in the distant Tianjing.If they missed the dawn, they would have to wait another day on the mountain.There is less and less time left for them, and none of them can afford to be late.

There was originally a hidden path hidden in the dense forest of the back mountain, but looking at it now, there is only a dense pine forest left, and there is no gap for people to pass through.

The most conspicuous thing is that there is a stone tablet without inscription on the left side of the pine forest.Mu Liya cut his finger with a dagger and scrawled his name on the stone tablet.The blood stain shone for a moment, and was quickly absorbed by the gray stone.

The stele sank into the ground, and the pine forest parted from the center, revealing the narrow road leading to the top of the mountain.Mu Liya and Xue Zhi walked into it without looking back. Not long after, the pine forest closed behind them again, without revealing any flaws.

The top of the mountain is where the Sword House and the Sword Temple are located.They walked for a long time in this impenetrable pine forest, and finally arrived before sunrise.

The night sky in the distance has begun to show some signs of pre-dawn, and there is a large blank snow field nearby, so empty that the eyes accustomed to the darkness can hardly open it.

According to their original memories, they should be able to see the Sword Cottage when they walk to this place.Mu Liya didn't go any further, "It's already here. Ah Zhi, give me your sword." It's not convenient for him to use his own, but he must use a sword to cast spells.

Infinitely complex emotions welled up in Xue Zhi's heart. He had been to this place countless times in the past, but never under such a situation.He drew his sword and passed it into the waiting hand of the man.

Mu Liya reversed the edge of the sword and slashed at his wrist without hesitation.Scarlet and viscous blood oozed from the wound, dripping into the snow, but there was no trace left on the white snow, as if there was a blood-sucking monster hidden underneath.is feeding on his blood.

There were bursts of difficult sliding from the depths of the ground.When the first cut stopped bleeding, he simply made a second cut to keep the blood flowing.The blood flowed more and more, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and in the dizziness of losing blood, he closed his eyes and began to recite a strange incantation.

This spell is not the language of any living beings in the world, it is more like some meaningless words and sentences that have been put together at will. When he was young, he was punished to kneel countless times because he couldn't recite it, until finally he was able to recite it fluently.

As he chanted, the snow field trembled violently, cracking bottomless cracks, and a huge shadow gradually rose from within.

When all the dust settled, he slowly opened his eyes, and silently stared at the entrance of the cave that was so deep that he could not see the end.

The biggest secret of the Mu family is buried in this uninhabited place deep in the mountains: He, who lost all his blood relatives three years ago, in the midst of extreme grief and hesitation, sealed this place with his own hands, and since then no one except him has been able to find it.He knew that this was the best choice for him who was still very weak.Until today, in order to pursue those clues that he had missed, he decided to open the door again.

Xue Zhi looked at the mottled snow on the ground absent-mindedly, seemingly lost in thought.

Noticing that something was wrong with him, Mu Liya waited for a while before asking softly, "What did you remember?"

"Do you know where that spell came from just now?" Xue Zhi woke up from his contemplation, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"Father taught me." Mu Liya understood what he was referring to after thinking for a while, "You know what it is, right?"

"Ah."

As early as the moment he opened his mouth, Xue Zhi knew what it was: this was the time when the heavens and the earth were first born, in the barbaric period when humans and monsters did not exist, and the language used to communicate between gods.Complex and subtle, the language was endowed with divinity from the moment it was created, capable of many things that were considered impossible.It wasn't until there were other creatures in the world that the gods stopped using their own language, and instead integrated into their believers, and began to use their language just to be able to know their thoughts.

"Then do you know what that passage means?"

Xue Zhi thought about it for a while, and said uncertainly, "It's about returning the hidden things to their proper positions."

"Sure enough."

Xue Zhi looked at him quietly.His eyeballs are very dark, and the pupils are deep and non-reflective. It seems as if he is about to be sucked in after staring at him for a long time.

"Actually, I wasn't surprised at all. On the contrary, I felt that everything made sense. When I was young, I was very puzzled, but I couldn't get an answer when I asked him. He was always like this. He knew the answer but didn't want to tell me. It's beautiful. The name is for my own good." Mu Liya looked at the dim dark sky above his head, and there was a little imperceptible resentment and sadness in his tone, "He probably knew that he would die a long time ago, so he wanted to kill himself before he died. Teach me everything you know. It's a pity that I..." It's a pity that I am such a weak person.

"It's not like that. You're not a weak man."

The deity named Xue Zhi took up the conversation, "Never."

If he was really weak and incompetent, it would be impossible for them to get to where they are today.

"Let's go in together." Mu Liya didn't continue, "Whether it's suitable or not, he only has me as a son. This is his destiny."

Just like whether he himself was willing or not, he was forced to accept all these fates as early as the night he was born, and there was no room for resistance.

The two walked into the cave, and faint fires spontaneously ignited on the stone walls along the way, illuminating the road ahead for them.

The entrance of the cave is not big, at the beginning it could only accommodate one or two people to pass through, the more you go in, the more open the terrain until it extends to a slightly open flat land, and there are traces of excavation on the stone wall, which has been drastically flattened. waterproof measures.

There is a pair of stone tables and chairs on the ground, and on the table is a silver lamp in the shape of a white crane. There is still a soft white light in the mouth of the lamp, which can just illuminate the small space in front of the chairs for people to read. write.

Mu Liya remembered that there was nothing here at first, but because Xue Zhi always waited here in the past, Mu Yixuan asked people to put some simple tables and chairs here, so as not to hurt the body from the coldness of the stone wall.Sometimes Xue Zhi waited until late at night, sometimes until the sun had just set, it all depended on whether he had finished his homework for the day.He felt guilty and told Xue Zhi not to wait, but he could still see the waiting figure when he came out the next day, and he didn't mention it anymore as time went by.After all, he himself has some shady little thoughts, and wants to see this person all the time.

Going a little deeper, a red line was drawn on the ground that was so thin that it was hard to detect.Xue Zhi stopped suddenly, not for any other reason, but because he remembered what Mu Yixuan told him when he was young: From here on, the front is no longer a field that ordinary people can set foot in. If you insist on breaking in, what will happen? Even the Mu family can't tell.

In the past so many years, he kept in mind the teachings and never took more than half a step, and he has formed an instinct that goes deep into the bone marrow.

"Actually, there were two people who came in, one was my grandfather, and the other... was my mother." Mu Liya crossed the red line and stretched out his hand towards Xue Zhi, "Follow me, come here and you You will know why."

After stepping that line, Xue Zhi looked back at the way he came.Obviously, he could see a faint twilight when looking in from the outside, but now he couldn't see anything except a mass of melting darkness.

The lights on both sides turned into a more gloomy turquoise, and the humid and slightly hot breeze came oncoming, carrying the smell of sulfur and saltpeter.Xue Zhi was led forward by Mu Liya, and within a few steps, he found that the rough rock wall was gone, replaced by darkness that followed everywhere, and murmurs filled the darkness.After carefully distinguishing for a while, he found that there were women's weeping and long sighs. At first, it was only a little light, but the deeper he went, the more noisy the mixed voices were, almost drowning out the rest of the senses.

Xue Zhi frowned.He vaguely knew the reason why Mu Yixuan didn't let him in.

"Did you hear it?"

Mu Liya walked in front, Xue Zhi raised his head when he heard the sound, and found that even his back was hard to see clearly, only the interlocking fingers could remind him that they did not get separated.

"Ah."

Xue Zhi pressed his temple and reluctantly responded.

Sadness, anger, hatred, pain, and... killing thoughts, countless emotions were crushed and poured into his heart like a torrent.If he hadn't recovered a trace of divinity by relying on the fragments in the mirror, his incomplete soul would have been aching like boiling.

From this, it can be deduced that if someone with an unstable mind breaks in rashly, it is not impossible to go crazy on the spot.

"It is the sword sealed here that is speaking."

At the end of this road is the Mu Clan Sword Temple, where outsiders can't find anything.The masterpieces of generations of Mu family are sealed in the depths of the Sword Temple. It is a special enchantment between life and death, nothingness and existence. Except for certain people coming on certain days, there is only endless emptiness left.Once an outsider breaks in, it's like adding a drop of water to the oil pan. These sword souls who have endured loneliness for a long time can't wait to attract the attention of others, but they don't know what restraint is.

People outside are always eager for these swords, but they never think about whether they have the qualifications to become their masters.

While they were talking, the sword hanging from Xue Zhi's waist trembled slightly, and Mu Liya also heard the sound, "If our guess is correct, yours is different."

In the bronze mirror embraced by the monk, Xue Zhi once saw such a picture: there was no himself in the mirror, only a handsome and compelling emperor standing quietly in the stupa made of bones.Handsome emperor with jade crown and hair, black clothes and silver armor, vermilion underlay, golden dragon pattern on the cuffs and necklines, and a gloomy look in his eyes, as if the killing desire brought about by years of fighting has been carved into his heart soul.

This mirror can reflect the root of all people or things in the world. Is this his essence?Afterwards he and Mu Liya