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On the second day, An Moshui actually accepted the appointment and took him out to play.

However, he was afraid that Leng Zhenqing would run away, so he tied their hands together with his white forehead.

Leng Zhenqing was full of black lines, but he could only let him lead him.

After An Moshui finished talking, she took him to play, but she didn't take him to the street to play, but a country road! ! !

Leng Zhenqing followed behind him and asked, "Where are you going?"

An Moshui smiled, smiling like a spring breeze, and said: "Master will know when he arrives."

Following An Moshui and crossing several mountains, Leng Zhenqing felt that this road was getting more and more familiar.After walking for a while, Leng Zhenqing finally remembered where this place is, Wutuo Village.

Leng Zhenqing never thought that he would bring himself here.

Wutuo Village, where the smoke is curling up, has beautiful mountains and rivers.

An Moshui was dressed in red, and led him to the highest point of the mountain, where he could see everything at a glance.

The scorching sun hit him impartially, he pointed at the small village, turned around, and smiled brightly, "Master, look."

His eyes were bent into crescent moons, his handsome face was facing the bright yellow sun, his smile was a bit dazzling, and Leng Zhenqing was a little dazed.

Many years ago, he also laughed like this.

I remember that after An Moshui came back from Nanhang, he was seriously injured, three ribs were broken, and he couldn't even breathe. At first, Leng Zhenqing thought he was hopeless, and he was sad for three days. He didn't even eat the food, and just stared at An Moshui lying on the white jade couch for three days.

When Bai Zhaoli heard about this, he stopped retreating. Seeing him slumped, he felt distressed and helpless.

In order to give him some comfort, Bai Zhaoli said: "If you take him to Shangyun Medicine Hall, I will be able to save him with Sect Master Yu's medical skills."

Leng Zhenqing's always gloomy eyes lit up, and he immediately took the cold Anmoshui to Shangyun Yaoxuan, and the result really lived up to everyone's expectations. Yu Wensheng said that Anmoshui still had a trace of breath, which was obsession, but His tendons were shattered by the palm of the corpse puppet, and his seven souls were scattered.

Leng Zhenqing seemed to see hope at that time, and said anxiously: "How can I save him?"

Yu Wensheng said: "Find the yin and yang mirror of the underworld, and retrieve the broken soul through the yin and yang mirror."

It's not that Leng Zhenqing has never heard of the Yin-Yang Mirror. It is said that the Yin-Yang Mirror is a magic mirror produced in the most yin of the underworld, which can make people die and live.

Without further ado, Leng Zhenqing ran to the underworld, fought with a lot of ghosts for three days, and finally found the yin-yang mirror among a bunch of Bana flowers, but the yin-yang mirror was not so easy to get.

At that time, the yin and yang mirror had already taken shape, and she transformed into a woman, charming those lonely and wild ghosts, sucking their souls, so as to maintain her human form.

When Leng Zhenqing saw her for the first time, it was in a large field of bright red flowers on the other side. She was wearing a red dress and flaming red lips. Even a man would be tempted, but Leng Zhenqing endured it. He held You Zen, After a day and a night of fighting with the yin and yang mirror, the yin and yang mirror has only been formed for a hundred years, and after all, it is no match for Leng Zhenqing.

At the last moment when her ghost energy was exhausted, she asked, "Why do you need me?"

Panting heavily, Leng Zhenqing said, "To save someone."

Yin Yang Jing smiled: "For that person, you have been poisoned by ghosts, is it worth it?"

Leng Zhen knew that he was poisoned early on. The ghost poison is the poison that comes with the Yin-Yang mirror. Once poisoned by the Yin-Yang mirror, the poison will lurk in the monk's body for many years, and will slowly consume the monk's cultivation. In the end, the poisoned cultivator would feel the dissipation of his internal energy every day, become lethargic, and finally die of old age.When fighting with the Yin-Yang Mirror, Leng Zhenqing was accidentally poisoned by her.

Leng Zhenqing smiled, "It doesn't matter."

Anyway, he doesn't care about becoming a hero in the world in this life, and if he is gone, he will be gone, so it doesn't matter.

Yin Yang Jing also laughed, and couldn't help admiring him: "There is an antidote to this poison, I hope you can find it."

The yin and yang mirror finally turned into a bronze mirror. Leng Zhenqing held the sword and picked up the yin and yang mirror. The next second, he knelt down softly on the ground. He could clearly feel that his golden core was Corroded.

He immediately tapped his acupuncture points, trying to control the speed of corrosion.

He calculated it in his heart, probably, he could live another seven or eight years.

Leng Zhenqing went all the way out of the underworld again. No one except Yu Wensheng knew about his going to the underworld. But that day, when he was standing at the mountain pass of Shangyun Yaoxuan, he saw Cui Yu.

His blue shirt was stained red with blood, and You Chan was also covered in blood. Looking at it this way, it was a bit frightening.

Cui Yu frowned and said, "Why do you want to go alone?"

Leng Zhenqing smiled, "It doesn't matter whoever goes."

Cui Yu said: "For that person, are you really willing to do this?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "Anyway, I've gone, it's all travel."

The evening breeze blows Leng Zhenqing's clothes, but he still smiles gently and elegantly.

Later, Yu Wensheng really saved An Moshui, and An Moshui rested for a year before getting out of bed.

As for the matter of the Yin-Yang mirror, no one mentioned it again, and no one knew that he went to the underworld alone to fetch the Yin-Yang mirror.

His thoughts were pulled back, Leng Zhenqing said in a deep voice, "En."

An Moshui took Leng Zhenqing's hand and ran down the mountain. Wutuo Village has not changed from a few years ago, it is still bright and simple.

Unfortunately, Grandma Zeng passed away.

An Moshui pulled Leng Zhenqing straight to the Guanyin Temple on the mountain.

The incense of Guanyin Temple is getting more and more prosperous, and the construction is also better.

Leng Zhenqing thought in his heart, is he going to see the hot-eyed idol of him many years ago again?

Walking into the small temple, what caught the eye was a big Buddha, and next to it, there were two small Buddhas. Leng Zhenqing glanced at them, and then clearly caught a glimpse of their god statues.

Wait, this idol is a little different!

Although Leng Zhenqing couldn't remember the exact appearance of the statue, he could use one word to describe it: ugly.

But now, these two statues are really worlds apart!handsome!

There is a red dress and a green shirt, with bright eyebrows, even if it is a sculpture, you can still see the heroic spirit of the man.

An Moshui smiled: "Master, this disciple simply rebuilt it again."

Leng Zhenqing had tens of thousands of dumb horses running past in his heart: Are you sure it is a simple construction? !

These two statues, whether it is the folds of the clothes or the expressions of the characters, are all lifelike. Without enough time and superb skills, they cannot be carved so beautifully!

People outside came to worship the temple, most of them were offering incense to the Avalokitesvara statue, and some were also offering incense to them.

Leng Zhenqing didn't want to read it, so he said: "Let's go."

An Moshui obeyed him: "Okay."

After walking out of Wutuo Village, Leng Zhenqing took another look at Wutuo Village.

How time flies, how time flies.

An Moshui looked at Leng Zhenqing's slightly melancholy eyes, and felt sorry for him.

An Moshui said: "Master, do you want to see Wutuo Village every day?"

Leng Zhenqing said: "Every day? Is it possible."

He is the master of the peak, how could he leave casually.

An Moshui said: "Disciple, can you buy Wutuo Village for you?"

Leng Zhenqing was surprised, buy it, buy it? !Why does this feel like "throwing a lot of money for Bo Jun's smile"? !

An Moshui said: "If the master wants it, the disciple will move him back to Huanhuayuan later."

Leng Zhenqing looked at him, his eyes were firm, without any falsehood.

Leng Zhenqing was frightened: "Nothing, nothing."

An Moshui knew that he didn't want it, so he didn't force it anymore, he said: "Master, this disciple wants to take you to another place."

Before Leng Zhenqing asked where to go, An Moshui reached out and opened a space-time.

An Moshui led him and walked in. After entering this time and space, there was no light, only darkness.

Here is the underworld.

There are a lot of ghosts wandering around, and there are also a lot of ghosts lining up for reincarnation.On Wangxiang Terrace, a large group of crying ghosts lost their eyeballs.

Leng Zhenqing looked a little stunned, he didn't see this look when he came last time.

Suddenly, a gentle palm was attached to his eyes.

An Moshui's clear voice came, "Master, don't look."

He covered Leng Zhenqing's eyes and did not let go, Leng Zhenqing had no choice but to let him cover them.

An Moshui covered Leng Zhenqing's eyes with one hand, took his hand with the other, and walked towards an unknown place. Leng Zhenqing could only see his black boots and slender legs.

The road to the underworld is not easy to walk.

Leng Zhenqing walked staggeringly, suddenly he seemed to be stepping on something, he felt it, it should be a bone, along the way, he didn't know how many ghost bones he stepped on.

After walking for a while, An Moshui stopped, Leng Zhenqing could feel the flowers and plants beside her feet, and could hear the soft sound of water.

An Moshui said: "Master, we're here."

He moved away the hand covering his eyes, the sudden bright light made Leng Zhenqing blink his eyes a little uncomfortable, and the next second, he froze.

This is an endless field of flowers on the other side, red and dazzling.

On the opposite side of Leng Zhenqing, there is a glowing river with gurgling water, and on the dark river surface, there are one after another river lamps, which flow continuously, filling the river and lighting up the entire river surface.

The lights were dimmed, and suddenly many petals from the other shore floated up all around, flying all over the sky, ethereal, delicate and touching, Leng Zhenqing was a little dazed seeing it.

With a sound of "jumping!", gorgeous fireworks suddenly sounded on the river, and Leng Zhenqing was startled by the sound.

Why is this scene so familiar.

An Moshui's spring-like voice sounded next to his ears: "Master, don't you like river lanterns? My disciple specially placed three thousand lotus lanterns for you. Do you like them?"

Leng Zhenqing nodded absently. Many years ago, he seemed to have let go of two lotus lanterns and made a wish. What was that wish?It seems to be: I hope everyone who should be happy is happy.

An Moshui stood beside him, dressed in red, standing among the boundless Bana flowers, like a painting, Leng Zhenqing couldn't move his eyes.

An Moshui pointed at the river lanterns, his eyes were gentle, and said: "Master, do you know what the disciple's wish was?"

Leng Zhenqing was dull, An Moshui smiled: "What I think in my heart is: I will be with the master for the rest of my life."

There are stars, river lanterns, and curtain flowers.

Master, the only person and thing that my disciples thought about back then was you.

Another firework burst, An Moshui said: "Master, you said that you like students to wear red. Look, do you like this piece of Bana flowers?"

Leng Zhenqing nodded dully again, and he didn't come back to his senses.

He doesn't remember what happened many years ago, but there is one person who still remembers.

After the Nanhang incident in An Moshui, he was lucky and saved his life.

This is what the brothers said to him at the time.

But he knew that there was a ghostly energy running around in his body, and it couldn't be just luck.

The first thing he did when he woke up from the bed was to see Leng Zhenqing. He stood in front of Yashe's gate, but he learned: "Master is going to retreat."

An Moshui was very lost at the time, and stayed in front of Yashe's gate all day, waiting for Leng Zhenqing to come out of the retreat.

After waiting for a few months, Leng Zhenqing still didn't come out, An Moshui was a little worried, he asked Hanxin the reason for Leng Zhenqing's retreat, and said with a heart: "I don't know, the master came back from Shangyun Yaoxuan. Like this."

Without saying a word, An Moshui immediately went to Shangyun Yaoxuan, stepped into the gate of the mountain, only to find that Yu Wensheng had been waiting for him for a long time.

Yu Wensheng said, "You're finally here."

An Moshui knew at that time that Yu Wensheng was not easy.

Yu Wensheng was tasting the medicine, he said: "Leng Zhenqing has been poisoned."

An Moshui was surprised, and said: "What poison?"

Yu Wensheng said: "Ghost poison."

An Moshui said: "Who is the master poisoned for? How to detoxify?"

Yu Wensheng raised his eyes, and said coldly: "I don't know who won it, but I can detoxify it, but you have to promise me one request."

An Moshui said: "What request?"

Yu Wensheng said slowly: "Cultivate the way of ghosts."

An Moshui said: "What?!"

Yu Wensheng's reaction to him was normal, he said: "You have a ghost energy in your body, you should know that, in order to save your life, you have to practice the ghost way."

An Moshui resisted in every possible way, but in the end he still cultivated the way of ghosts, and Yu Wensheng also detoxified Leng Zhenqing without his knowledge.

An Moshui kept it from all Zi Qingfeng's disciples, including Leng Zhenqing, that he practiced the way of ghosts, stepped into the devil world, and practiced the way of ghosts, and he regretted it.

Back then in Luochuan, he lost control of his mind, and because of Ye Zhixi's words, he regretted it. On that day, Ye Zhixi leaned into his ear and said, "I heard that Leng Zhenqing hates people with bad intentions the most. gone."

In a word, it pierced his heart, and An Moshui was insane.

Leng Zhenqing looked at the magnificent scenery and asked, "Why are you showing me these?"

An Moshui smiled brightly at the fireworks, "I just want to leave a good impression on Master."

I really just want to improve my image in Master's mind, that's all.

With a sound of "jumping", another firework exploded in the dark sky, Leng Zhenqing suddenly seemed to hear An Moshui say something, but couldn't hear clearly, he turned sideways, but he was impartial She met An Moshui's smiling eyes, gentle and gurgling.

Leng Zhenqing turned sideways in a hurry, and stopped thinking about this matter. The immediate concern was how to escape, but he thought about it for a long time, but he couldn't figure it out.

An Moshui turned his head and looked at his thoughtful side face and cold eyes. He suddenly faced the bright fireworks and said in a low voice: "Master, this disciple is happy with you."

It's a pity that Leng Zhenqing couldn't hear these words.