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Inside the Sutra Pavilion, there was silence.

The sky mirror is dimmed.

Mu Fan finally opened his eyes in front of the shrine where the Sanqing statue and the patriarch were enshrined.

The demon baby who was entrenched beside him immediately changed its expression. The slender leopard eyes were wide open, and it slammed half of its furry head over, rubbing randomly on the young man's cold fingertips.

Dust floats faintly in the light beams coming in through the window.

500 years is like a lifetime away.

Lu Mengji closed the Jiantian mirror, slapped the white leopard aside casually, and took Mu Fan Weiliang's hands: "Concentrate and breathe out."

The demonic power gathered into a smooth spiritual flow, which went around in the sea of ​​consciousness, smoothing Mu Fan's disordered spiritual power due to the penetration of Jiantian mirror one by one.

The demon baby growled at Lu Mengji dissatisfied. Seeing that he didn't pay attention to it, he had to move to a place and lay down at Mu Fan's feet. He used his tail to hook the corner of his robe. Enjoy yourself.

In front of the shrine, except for Lu Mengji who was looking down at Mu Fan, everyone was shocked by the scene just now.

Even Qin Shendu, who knew what happened back then, remained silent and witnessed it with his own eyes. Even though he was prepared, he felt unreasonably depressed.

Looking around, the heads of the 36 peaks had different expressions, some were angry, some were in awe, some were gloomy, only Mu Fan knelt in front of the futon, fixedly looking at the tablet enshrining the patriarch.

There is no sadness or joy in the eyes, reflecting thousands of soul lamps, quiet and empty.

Jiantian mirror is in charge of people's hearts, peeking into the world, tracing back to the original story, and opening up the mystery.After Zheng Jing gave the answer, the mountain guard formation spinning around the sword peak hummed heavily, and the overwhelming sword formations withdrew one after another.

"Junior Brother Mu." The suzerain sighed slightly in his heart, and said softly, "Get up."

After saying that, he looked around, his tone suddenly turned sharp.

"Luo Sangzi, the traitor of Jiange in Tianshui, used evil methods without permission to kill his fellow sects. He committed great crimes and crimes. Now the head of Jiange Yuxufengfeng will act on his behalf, and he will be removed from the list of disciples. The punishment in the sect will be replaced by his soul fire."

"Qingjue, the traitor of Jiange Tianshui, murdered his fellow sects, refused to put him to death, and took away Yuxu's disciples. His crime is unforgivable. Today, the head of Yuxu Peak of Tianshui Jiange and the suzerain of Yuxu Sect will be removed. All disciples of Yuxu Sect, See it - shoot and kill, to sacrifice the souls of Jiange disciples in heaven!"

In the Sutra Pavilion, everyone looked solemn: "The disciple obeys!"

The suzerain nodded, and his expression finally slowed down: "Go and get the list of disciples of the sixth generation of Jiange. Junior brother Mu, for what happened back then, I would like to thank you and Daoist Yichen on behalf of Jiange."

Say it and bow to the end.

Seeing the suzerain's actions, everyone nodded secretly.Elder Mu saved Tianshui Jiange from danger and supported Yuxuzong for 500 years. Not to mention this gift, even if he is more respected, he is worthy of it.

Mu Fan shook his head to avoid it, and replied: "Senior brother, there is no need to do this."

"Yuxu Zongye has a foundation of 500 years. Regarding the matter of Qingjue, the Zongmen should seek justice for Jiange." The suzerain looked at him, worry and warmth flashed in his eyes: "Jiantian mirror has something to do with spiritual consciousness." Hurt, proceed with caution, first escort your master back to rest—”

Lu Mengji said, "I'll do it."

Li Shenxing took a step out of the queue silently, without any fear of confronting Lu Mengji.

However, he didn't think about it, but the suzerain gave a slight pause: "That's fine. Be careful, you can stay."

Li Shenxing was taken aback, and the people beside him did not expect the suzerain's words.Lu Mengji gave him a slight nod, and led Mu Fan towards Jianfeng Bamboo House.

Half an hour later, the heads of the 36 peaks emerged one after another from the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The news that Elder Mu's grievances had been redressed spread everywhere, and the Yuxu Sect was filled with joy.

On the Yanhui Peak, the elder sister was dictating the events in the Sutra Pavilion to several younger brothers: "The blood on the Sword Discourse Stage was stained with blue bricks, and Luo Sangzi sealed off the mountain guard formation. No one can escape from the main peak. It is almost a purgatory on earth... Qing Jue set up a formation in the main hall, and was about to put a barrier on Mu Mu, but fortunately Senior Yichen helped him, and when the devil relaxed his guard, Mu Mu suddenly showed his dagger!"

A group of disciples screamed again and again when they heard the words, and they couldn't help being afraid: "This is an extremely evil way, if Elder Mu can't wake up at a critical moment—"

"If you can't wake up at that time," the elder sister paused, and sighed slightly: "There is no way to reverse the 500-year-old incident, and there is no Yuxuzong today. You and I are both disciples of Tianshui Jiange, enshrining Luosangzi and Qingjuan. Two demon heads. Once the foundation is established and the alchemy is formed, they will be sent to the main peak——to become a sacrifice for the plum blossom barrier."

There was a moment of silence before the disciple said, "Fortunately..."

The senior sister seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly said softly: "It's not a coincidence. How could such a coincidence happen in the world? Maybe Elder Mu was always awake at that time."

"But, didn't the Zongmen first aid manual say that losing [-] milliliters of blood would lead to coma, let alone blood from the heart..."

The elder sister sighed: "Pain. Pain can resist the symptoms of coma. Elder Mu repaired the broken pill, and the meridians were broken, and then stood up. If the hidden injury occurs, and there is no spiritual power to protect it, it is said that even people with a firm mind may not be able to survive it." .”

"Come to think of it, at that time, Elder Mu must have been urging the dark wounds all the time and staying awake."

"Until the moment Qingjue relaxes his guard."

After the elder sister finished speaking, she took a deep breath, and the distress in her eyes seemed to be real.

Jianfeng, inside the bamboo house.

When the wind and snow stopped, Mu Fan fell into a deep sleep on the bamboo floor, feeling restless between his brows.

Lu Mengji sat on the side, just watching him quietly.

From the corners of the eyes, to the tip of the eyebrows, to the straight bridge of the nose, to the thin lips with pale blood.

Jiantianjing's investigation of the truth is nothing more than a stick of incense, but it uncovers the deepest hidden memory. For Mu Fan himself, it is no less than throwing back to the purgatory 500 years ago.

Lu Mengji's expression turned cold, and his heart alternated between self-blame and anger.

That scene in the mirror, even if there was an exact error, would make him regret it for the rest of his life.

The Yaoxiu who saw Mu Fan that day once said that there were more than one hidden wounds in A Fan's meridians.

Even if he had guessed it long ago, Lu Mengji still felt a heavy blow in his heart when he actually witnessed what happened back then.

In the Jiange in the past, except for Afan, he never hurt anyone, but he had no chance to refute, so he was directly sent to the Demon Refining Tower.

500 years ago, in the Ten Thousand Devils Cave, he forcibly broke through the Nascent Soul, in order to behead the mighty head of the demon clan—even though he was hated by the Jiange, even if he didn't expect Afan to forgive him, he still wanted to kill him. The head of the demon cultivator will be delivered.

Since Afan is the fourth son of Tianshui, he wants to let Tianshui Jiange have no future troubles and rest easy.

He didn't expect that the real disaster of Jiange was not in Wanmo Yuan, but among the four sons of Tianshui.

Qing Jue.

The big demon's eyes narrowed silently, like a bloodthirsty beast.

On the bamboo floor, Mu Fan seemed to have dreamed of something, and his breathing became short of breath.

Lu Mengji tightened his hand slightly: "Afan."

It took a long time before Mu Fan was awakened by this sound, and his gaze was concentrated in the void, and it took a while before he could focus.

"it's dark?"

"Less than two hours." Lu Mengji said: "It's still afternoon. You sleep for a while, I'll watch over here."

Mu Fan shook his head and sat up.

Inside the curtain, the thin figure of the young man loomed in the dense incense. Lu Mengji swallowed, and the thoughts in his heart dissipated, leaving only a pang of heartache.

Outside the door of the bamboo house, Mu Fan was about to untie the Glazed Light Sword, but was stopped by Lu Mengji: "Your spiritual consciousness has not yet recovered, after the mirror of the sky, you can't easily use your spiritual power for three days."

Mu Fan pondered for a moment, then nodded.

Lu Mengji took out the water-repellent sword that was used to touch the porcelain glazed sword: "The sword is a bit small, it's not impossible for two people to squeeze together—"

Mu Fan stretched out his hand like lightning, and untied the purple lightning sword tied around Lu Mengji's waist: "Use this one."

The Purple Lightning Sword is Lu Mengji's natal sword. The spine of the sword is as wide as the sea of ​​consciousness of a demon cultivator, so naturally he can't cuddle up close.Lu Mengji felt extremely regretful, but he could only mobilize his natal sword in embarrassment, and took Mu Fan up.

Under the feet of the two, the setting sun sprinkled on the mountains, countless streams of clouds rolled, the mountains were soft, and the forest birds flew slowly.

"What did you dream about just now?" Lu Mengji asked.

Mu Fan said slowly: "Yichen."

A moment of silence.

Mu Fan finally spoke: "After killing Qingjue that day, I opened the door—"

But Lu Mengji interrupted suddenly, and continued for him: "Qingjue signed a death contract with Yichen. After changing the dagger, he was restrained by the contract. You failed to save him."

Mu Fan paused.

"If he doesn't violate the contract, he won't survive. Yichen's death has nothing to do with you. He is saving you at all costs, but he didn't die because of you."

"There are also those four hundred outer sect disciples. They have nothing to do with you. If it weren't for you, even Yuxu Peak, which was cultivating behind closed doors at that time, would have become Qingjue's dojo."

Lu Mengji looked at him fixedly, the fire in his eyes was threatening.

With Jian Tianjing's invasion of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, even a determined person's will is more likely to be turbulent at this time.

He still remembers the scene where Qingjue threatened Afan with slaves.Because Qingjue knew that this was his only weakness.

"Afan," Lu Mengji said, "500 years have passed. It's time for you to come out."

Mu Fan suddenly looked up at him.

"Things have cause and effect, life and death reincarnation."

"You are retreating in the Sutra Pavilion, facing the soul lamp day and night, and you will not be able to return to that time."

"There was no red string on the soul lamp, and nothing died in this world. The only word in the world is fate."

Mu Fan looked at him until a long while before he sighed in a low voice: "You know everything?"

Lu Mengji paused: "I've always been outside."

Outside the Sutra Pavilion covered by snow, during those days when Mu Fan couldn't retreat, Lu Mengji kept guarding outside with his coat color and snow almost blending into one.

Mu Fan smiled lowly.

At that time, Bai Shenyan was only three or four years old, and he was running around Jianfeng with a small wooden sword on his back, and he was also slurred when talking to the suzerain.Sometimes it is "someone built a leopard snowman on Jianfeng", and sometimes "I saw a big snow leopard basking in the sun yesterday".After talking so much over and over again, the suzerain couldn't help but raise his sword and go up the mountain to see what happened.

Lu Mengji, who already regarded Jianfeng as his inner courtyard, was finally blasted away by a group of sword cultivators.

In front of him, Lu Mengji was still talking non-stop: "If we really want to trace back from the source, if it weren't for the matter of the town demon bell, I should have cut off those two evil obstacles with a single sword. Afan, remember, even if you Plum blossom barrier master, no matter how big the cause and effect is, I will bear it for you..."

Mu Fan said suddenly: "You are right."

Lu Mengji nodded: "The cat you raise is justified."

Mu Fan glanced at him, finally hooked the corner of his mouth, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry."

Lu Mengji turned his face sideways, Shan Xia dyed half of the young man's face crimson, and there was a smile in his eyes, but it was clear.

At the end of the flowing clouds, the main peak of Yuxu is at the foot.

A lot of people gathered in the hustle and bustle of Zingjianping, and some young disciples were still struggling with Feijian, and they couldn't stop their swords for a long time to put them into the warehouse, and they were in a mess when they collided with their classmates.

Above the main peak, there are several sword cultivators hanging a wide variety of decorations such as lanterns, satin, and LED lights.

There is also a Faxiu yelling below: "North 12, it's crooked!"

"Where is it crooked! I think it's just right!" the sword repair disciple retorted.

"When I say it's crooked, it's crooked! I've drawn more magic circles than you have swung your sword!"

"you--"

On the flying sword, Mu Fan was slightly surprised: "Why is it so lively today?"

Lu Mengji replied: "Celebrate the coming down of the sword-wielding elder, and at the same time make a general mobilization for the upcoming hunt for the devil. The disciples who are learning how to cook outside have all rushed back tonight."

The Zidian sword is supported by Yuanying's cultivation base, and the sword's light is extremely dazzling.Not long after, some disciples noticed this place.

"Which peak is it on? Go to Dingjianping to register first, and the banquet will be allocated seats later—" Then he was taken aback: "Lu Lu Lu——"

Lu Mengji nodded.

"Wait, that's Elder Mu's special seat for stopping the sword. Senior Brother Qin said that Elder Lu's position has not yet been divided. You have to stop on the mountain and then on the soil bag. You can't—"

"Brother, Mu, Elder Mu are also on the sword!"

"what?!"

Lu Mengji smiled contemptuously, and got closer to Mu Fan, his sword light crossed the colorfully decorated stone road on the sword like lightning.

It was recorded that the flying disciples who violated the rules were chasing after Feijian, and there was a lot of noise for a while, even the panda in the back mountain who was concentrating on biting bamboo looked up blankly.

There is a cool breeze in the mountains, and the colorful silks flutter along the way, and there are many lights and shadows. All still objects are like flowing lights and flying shadows, and the sword lights are like shooting stars.The mellow fragrance of spiritual food meets fine wine.

——It's just that something is missing.

Lu Mengji lowered his head.

Just when he saw Mu Fan's thin lips raised, he smiled slightly.