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Lingering sick for more than a month, Zhong Mi was depressed at first, and his whole body quickly lost weight.

Pain can be cured, but heart disease is difficult to cure.

Penglai Island is in winter, covered with heavy snow, and the doors and windows are opened, facing the snow scene in the courtyard.

Zhong Michu sat on the mattress, pale and thin, with loose clothes, a strand of black hair hanging down his shoulders, and slowly slid in front of him.

Dongli and Liu Guizhen watched from outside the main gate and sighed secretly.

Liu Guizhen said: "This is not going to work, only you can persuade her."

Dongli lowered her eyebrows and said, "Guizhen, I don't persuade her much."

"She is the head of the sect, and she cannot remain depressed forever."

Dongli was very tired, so he glanced at Liu Guizhen.Liu Guizhen held her shoulders and said softly, "I'll go with you."

Liu Guizhen called out from outside the house: "Master." After a while, the two walked into the house.

Zhong Michu couldn't answer the door call, so they had to go in by themselves.

The two walked to the mattress.Zhong Michu was still looking out at the snow scene.

Dongli said: "Michu, the Dragon Clan has already found the trace of the uncle who guarded the first master..."

When Liu Guizhen came over, he stepped on something under his feet, moved it away and saw that it was the token of the head of the sect, was startled, stepped back half a step, and half knelt on the ground: "The head of the sect forgives the sin."

Zhong Michu said softly: "Dongli, I will pass on the token of the sect master to you. From today onwards, you will be the master of the Xuanmiao sect."

Dongli was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, a little anger surged up, and he said, "Mi Chu, do you know what you're talking about!"

"The head has no right to appoint the next head?"

"I'm not referring to this matter. You know that the leader chose you, you..."

Liu Guizhen put his hand on Dongli's shoulder, Dongli regained consciousness, Fang Jue's tone was too heavy, and he calmed down: "I know you need time to recover, it's okay, Guizhen and I will help you contact the person in the door. When will you recover?" Come here, when will you take over."

Zhong Michu turned her head, her eyes became lighter, not as strong golden as when she was transforming into a dragon, her voice was soft, as if she was struggling to speak: "Dongli, I don't want to be the head, I'm not suitable to be the head."

Dongli said angrily: "Then what do you want to do! Live in depression for the rest of your life, or commit suicide, leave all these things behind, many people don't care, and go with the master and the others. Even if you go to the underworld, what face will you have?" See the master, see the master!"

"Mi Chu, do the math, how long has it been since you left this room?"

"What do I want to do?" Zhong Michu smiled sadly, and said softly, "How do I know what I want to do?"

Zhong Michu lowered his head and looked at his hands. There were no dragon scales in the palms, and they were corroded by poisonous blood, forming dark red scabs: "Since I was a child, my master told me what to do and what not to do, and the teacher helped me. Planning, swordsmanship, spells, cultivation, becoming an immortal."

"I don't know if this is what I want to do, but it's always right. People in the Zongmen are like this all their lives. There is nothing wrong with cultivating to become a fairy. Maybe I also think that it is always right to obey the teacher. If I have achieved something, and seeing them gratify and praise me, I always think that if one day I finally meet their expectations, Xuanzun, mother, maybe she will treat me differently."

"Now that they are gone, why do I do these things?"

Dongli said, "For yourself."

Zhong Michu said: "But these are not things I want to do."

Zhong Michu's vision gradually dimmed, tears pooled in his eyes, and the scars on his palms became blurred: "Gu Fuyou said that I was a canary in a cage." Now even if I leave the cage, I can't fly.

Dong Li picked up the token and said puzzled: "Mi Chu, you have never said such a thing in all these years."

Zhong Michu said: "Because of Gu Fuyou, she was at the foot of the mountain and summoned me out."

Dongli felt that she was in a trance, and said, "Michu, you need to rest."

"Dongli, I'm very sober. From then on, I realized in a trance that attaining the Tao and becoming a fairy is not what I wanted. With her, I feel that I can find what I want to do, and I will soon know what I want to do. Almost, but the Zuo family destroyed it!"

"They ruined everything."

Zhong Michu's chest rose and fell, and the tears accumulated at the edge of the eye sockets finally dripped down. His clear eyes were mixed with gold and red, and became the color of the afterglow of the setting sun, but there was no such warmth, only the coldness of the approaching twilight .

Dong Lidao: "Life is not about being naked and having no worries. Apart from ideals, there are also responsibilities. Mi Chu, although you don't know what you want to do, you always know what you should do. What you should do now, Just cheer up, even if you are not the head of the sect, as a disciple, you will repay the grievances and hatred of the Xuanmiao sect."

"Think about it yourself." Dongli motioned to Liu Guizhen, and the two got up: "We won't disturb your rest. Mi Chu, you need to get a good night's sleep."

The two walked out.After a long time, Zhong Michu stood up.

When crossing the thunder, Jie Lei injured her right leg and has not yet recovered. She walked to the door with bare feet, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and held the door frame.

You are free now, and no one binds you anymore.

Leaning against the pillars, she slowly slid and knelt on the ground, and said with a helpless smile, "They always come when they say they come, and leave when they say they want to go."

After that day, Dongli did not come to visit her for a long time.

Zhong Michu thought to himself that he had disappointed her.

The one who waited on her was Kun Ling. The Dragon King transferred her here because she was a human race, and the human race was more careful than the dragon race, and because she had a relationship with Zhong Michu.

Zhong Michu asked, "What is Dongli doing these past few days?"

It is very rare for her to take the initiative to ask.

After being surprised, Kun Ling replied: "Miss Dongli and Mr. Liu are planning to go back to the Xuanmiao Gate. Your Majesty wants to set up a tomb for His Highness's parents. Yunran Xuanzun passed away and his body dissipated. Your Majesty wants to take some of Xuanzun's clothes." Come, let's make a clothes tomb and be buried with His Highness Wujiang."

Zhong Michu's face changed suddenly: "He wants to be buried together?!" After all, Di Wujiang was her father, and she told Di Jun where his body was.It is inevitable that Di Jun will go to welcome him back, and Di Jun will also guess who killed Di Wujiang.

What Zhong Michu didn't expect was that Di Jun knew about it, but wanted to bury them together.

Zhong Michu got up suddenly and walked out with his injured leg.

"Your Highness?!"

When Zhong Michu went to the government hall, he didn't see Di Jun, so he asked the guards, and he found out that Di Jun was in the Dragon Clan Mausoleum.

When Zhong Michu arrived, Di Jun was asking the clan craftsmen to carve an inscription, which was to introduce the life of the royal family of the Shenmian Dragon Clan.

When Di Jun saw her, he smiled and said, "Are you willing to come out to bask in the sun?" His tone was brisk, and he seemed very happy.

Zhong Michu had a cold face, seeing that the craftsman had finished carving Di Wujiang's life, he turned his head and engraved Yunran's name, title, cultivation level, and Di Wujiang's wife was engraved below it.

Zhong Michu rushed forward, gathered his spiritual power, and shattered the inscription with his palm.

Di Jun stared, took a long breath, his beard trembled, and shouted angrily: "You dragon cub, what are you doing!"

Zhong Michu was trembling, and she was enduring her anger. She met Emperor Jun's angry face and said, "She is not my father's wife, nor does she want to be my father's wife. Don't bury them together. It's dirty." Her way of reincarnation."

Di Jun said: "You bastard, what are you talking about! This woman killed Wujiang. If she hadn't died, I would have crushed her to ashes. Now, for your sake, let her go to the mausoleum. It's flattering her! How dare you smash your father's inscription!"

"As long as I'm here, I won't let her enter the mausoleum."

"You, you." Di Jun turned around angrily, and finally found a long whip on his subordinates, pulled it off, pointed at Zhong Michu and said: "You are a disobedient and unfilial thing, you usually confront me, It’s fine if you don’t change your surname and these trivial things, if you dare to smash your father’s inscription today, will you kill your relatives tomorrow? I really think I’m just your descendant, so I’ll pamper you and dare not beat you, right?”

Zhong Michu knelt down without saying a word.

Di Jun laughed angrily: "Hey, if you don't beg for mercy, you have a backbone, don't you, um, have a tough bone!"

He threw the whip on the ground and snorted coldly: "Since you are tough, don't ask for help. If you have the ability, don't beg your grandfather for the rest of your life. You can avenge your teacher's revenge yourself. Don't be soft, ask me for help!"

The inscription was re-engraved. After all, Di Jun did not bury Yunran and Di Wujiang together.

Dongli and Liu Guizhen still went back to the Xuanmiaomen, and Ji Xiyan became the head of the sect as he wished, but after all, they were not killed, and the surviving elders were imprisoned in the Xuanmiaomen prison.

It's extremely strange, it turned out that swords were on the verge of breaking out, after a fight to the death.

When Dongli and Liu Guizhen saw Ji Xiyan, they were not angry and couldn't restrain themselves, and the relationship between uncle, uncle, nephew and nephew was still peaceful.But the three of them knew in their hearts that when the time came, they were teachers and juniors in the past, and they still had to settle their old accounts at that time.

The main peak of Jingdu Mountain was destroyed, and the rest of the peaks were damaged. Gushen Peak, who lives alone in Zhong Michu, survived the disaster.Dongli and Liu Guizhen took some of their own things, and also brought some of Zhong Michu's things back to Donghai.

Zhong Michu put these things in the study, which is similar to the study on Gushen Peak.

The winter snow has not disappeared, and cigarettes are curling up.

Zhong Mi lowered his eyes and plucked the strings of the zither, the sound of the zither was intermittent.All things have settled down, no matter how hard it is to accept, the dead are gone.

But her mind was always unable to concentrate, as if the red rope was dismantled into countless thin threads and spread out, her heart was panicked and she couldn't find out the root cause.

The wind shook the branches, and the snow on the branches fell to the ground and fell into the snowdrift, making a rustling sound.

Zhong Michu let go of his thoughts, almost subconsciously, his eyes lit up, he stood up, walked out of the study, and stood in the corridor.

The wind blew in, causing her clothes to sway.

She stared blankly at the courtyard, there was no white wall, and no one crossed the wall.

She stood silently for a while before slowly returning to the room.

Books were stacked on the desk, and a brocade box was placed under it, which was opened, and the dragon egg lay inside the red satin.

Zhong Michu walked to the table and saw the top books being blown away by the wind.

When she saw the familiar handwriting on it, she felt a sense of loss, so she took it and held it in her hand.

This is the "New Explanation of Formation" written and annotated by Gu Fuyou, she flipped through it casually, her hand holding the paper paused suddenly.

She touched a line of words on the header - Gu Fuyou came here for a visit.

This was not there when she received the book, when did she have it?

Zhong Michu felt the restlessness in his heart, thumping, powerful, flustered.

She traced this line of words over and over again with her hands, and then flipped through them, but she didn't find that even her breathing was messed up.

——Senior sister is a river clam.

——I came back safely from Xianluo, and my senior sister has never discovered the words I secretly wrote on the inscription. Ha, today I took my senior sister to Yinxue Zhai, which can be described as deviant.I hope the senior sister will not be angry when she wakes up.Do not be angry.Do not be angry.

Zhong Michu couldn't help laughing, but her nose was very sour. She could even imagine Gu Fuyou's appearance as a mischief when he secretly wrote these words, and also the appearance of Gu Fuyou's appearance of being submissive and obedient when he knew he had made a mistake and apologized.

These words were like Gu Fuyou standing in front of her and speaking to her.

——I ran away from Happy City, why haven't you found out what I wrote?I have never had such a happy time, so many places to go, but the first thing that comes to my mind is Gushen Peak.

——The lullaby of our Happy City is nice, isn't it?

——Tomorrow I will go to Xuji Mountain, I like to stay with you, forever and ever.

——I wonder if you will take this book with you, when will you find out?But don't wait until I become an old woman to be discovered by you, it's so embarrassing.

Before I knew it, it was the last page.

——Fuyou wishes, life is in the morning and evening, and the name is in the future, the strange gate formation method, climb the tall building again.