The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

Zhong Qing's astonishment was only a little bit, seeing Gu Mowen's calm look, that little bit of astonishment also drifted away slowly.

He raised his hand, paused, and dropped his fingertips, touching the old village chief's shoulder bones.

The other party was still hugging his leg and weeping excitedly, without any appearance of a peerless master.

Zhong Qing's expression was undisciplined, his peach blossom eyes were sparkling and cold, and he moved carelessly, lightly falling on Gu Mowen's face, and said in a cold voice: "What kind of Tao... Taoist? Why do you kneel at every turn? The rules are so big, Or is he more scary and scary?"

The old village chief cried and trembled, choked up like a child: "Master, I didn't kneel down, I was too excited to see you and my legs were weak, please let me help you slowly. You really came back ? You are really back..."

Zhong Qing lightly said: "Fake. He didn't come back."

"You have been away for many years, and you will be joking. Back then, I was only as high as your waist. Why didn't you know to come back and take a look. Did we not do well and disappointed you? You said we It must be changed."

Zhong Qing laughed suddenly, with crooked eyebrows and eyes that couldn't reach his eyes, looked at Gu Mowen who was calm and indifferent, pretended to lower his voice, and said to the old village chief: "Quietly, how did you recognize it was mine? "

"Woooo how can I forget Taoist Master's appearance, I will definitely remember it, and I will remember it until I die."

Zhong Qing's expression was suddenly stunned, and his smile deepened. He looked pompous and raised his eyebrows meaningfully at Gu Mowen, with an exaggerated look that he saw that I had discovered some big secret.

With a calm voice and a smile, he said to the old village chief: "Your memory is really good, but you forgot one thing, shouldn't your Taoist priest still be covered with a layer of white gauze in front of his eyes, wearing frost and moon white clothes, and almost died in a short breath?" To ascend to immortality."

The old village head sobbed and wiped away his tears, and cried even more fiercely: "Master Taoist, I haven't seen you for so many years, your eyes are finally healed."

The smile on Zhong Qing's face suddenly disappeared, and he said blankly and indifferently: "It's not good, it's more serious. But I think no matter how serious it is, at least I won't admit the wrong person."

The old village chief stopped crying, he was puzzled when he heard these words, his reason returned to his senses, and he became suspicious suddenly, but when he saw the bell, he was a little excited, and suddenly he saw Gu Mowen standing next to him with a calm expression, he seemed to understand something .

Could it be that the Daoist didn't want to make a big splash, or did he not want to reveal his identity in front of this person?

He immediately wiped away his tears, straightened his half-wet clothes, and said with a calm smile: "Oh, this man is becoming more and more like a child when he gets old. I also fell ill suddenly. The two of you happened to catch up. Don't blame me." Don't blame me."

The appearance and temperament of the old village head are a bit lost to the Taoist's natural temperament, he acts freely and without rules, laughs and cries at will, without any trace.

It's just that the children who watched the whole situation silently looked at him with blinked eyes, and suddenly someone stuck out their tongue and shaved their faces: "Shame."

The old village head blushed, and turned into anger from embarrassment: "Whose child is this, you don't go back to have dinner after the sun goes down, have you done your homework today? Is it because of the five elements?"

The children scattered, like birds frightened by hunters, flying up trees and roofs, shouting loudly as they ran, "The village chief is ashamed and crying."

The night is rising, like dark blue sea water rushing from the sky.

Taking advantage of this time, Zhong Qing paced to Gu Mowen's side, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, put one hand on Gu Mowen's other shoulder naturally, and turned his ear.

Without looking at him, he said in a cold voice: "Taoist? Named after the Lord of the Heavenly Dao! That lover of yours really has a lot of background, why doesn't Brother Gu seem surprised at all? Could it be that he even told this? is you?"

Gu Jinxiao's crow's eyebrows and eyelashes remained motionless, looking at the depths of the village with lush green trees, and said calmly in a very soft voice: "If they regard you as Qing Jiuqing, I promise, the next time you open your eyes, it will be after the seal is opened. If You're not that person, and there won't even be a next time."

Zhong Qing's eyes trembled slightly, like a river suddenly frozen.

The expression of his eyebrows and eyes softened inch by inch.The face is dark and complicated, with a smile that is not a smile, but a little bit of clarity and cleanness, like a mask that washes away all the paint.

The cold voice was gentle and indifferent: "Gu Jin."

He gently placed his left hand on Gu Mowen's left chest, with his fingertips lightly pressed against it, listening to the heartbeat without any disturbance.

But still softly, he called out again: "Gu Jin."

Gu Mowen didn't dodge or dodge, he looked sideways at him, his brows were calm, his eyes were like cold pools, the closer he looked, the more he realized how handsome and sharp this face was.

Gu Xiangzhi is the same color as the snow and the sky, and the lake heart is like a mirror, refreshing the mind and spirit. It is an inaccessible and beautiful holy place.

Gu Mowen is an ice peak in the clouds, desperate for death, distraught and broken, fearful and yearning because there is no chance of survival, and more and more lingering because of the danger and mystery.

The expression on Zhong Qing's face was very clean, without the slightest bit of contempt or arrogance, that face became more and more like He Jiuqing.

But, it's just like the image, the temperament and energy are completely different in the eyes of the alchemist, just like the sun and the moon are black and white.

Gu Jinxiao looked at him calmly, her brows and eyelashes remained still.Against the background of the light blue twilight, like a fine porcelain jade that has not seen the light of the sky, she said softly: "I am Gu Jinxiao."

Zhong Qing's eyebrows and eyelashes trembled slightly, as did the fingers pressing against his heart.

Gu Jinxiao, Gu Jin.

So it is, and it is.

Mingming had already guessed something, but when he heard that he really admitted it, he was still suddenly at a loss, his eyes were scattered and empty.

"Why him?" In a breathy tone, "the same appearance, he just looks like a good person. Obviously you and I are from the same country, and you and I are not good people. Why is it him..."

He took a close look at that face carefully, the gloomy look in Gu Jinxiao's eyebrows was indifferent, as if it was just an illusion projected by the crow's feathered eyebrows and eyelashes on the pale porcelain.The brow bone stands far away like a fairy mountain, even if there is no wave, it is still sharp.Those eyes are not dark and dangerous as the world thinks, but because they are too far-reaching, they can't see anything in their minds.

The voice with the accent on the front and the end is very light, it is a sudden mountain wind passing through, which is exciting but nowhere to be found, and said to him lightly: "It is true that demons are born in evil karma in the world, but if alchemists become evil, thousands of them will Mo Mei can't reach it either. I usually just don't look like a good person, so you have to be obedient."

The light in Zhong Qing's eyes slowly converged, and he looked at him for a moment, the corners of his lips slowly raised, his brows looked like a smile that was not a smile, and his eyes were cool and gentle.

The cold voice was dipped in icing sugar, and he said with a smile: "I am obedient, what reward will Brother Alchemist give me? Gu Jinxiao, Gu Jin...Little liar, you are not evil, you are scum. You are cruel and ruthless, but only treat me like this, So I'm not angry, I'm very happy."

He leaned over, looked like a hug from a distance, and whispered affectionately like honey: "Because, I am not only scumbag but also bad. When the seal is opened, I will remember everything, and then I will settle accounts with you. You are so beautiful, you are more beautiful than Gu Xiangzhi." It's beautiful. Especially the dust-free eyes under these eyes make people want to cry...kill you!"

Mo Mei's fingers pressed against Gu Jinxiao's heart, glowing red faintly.

On the back of his heart, the two fingers raised by the alchemist lightly landed on the butterfly bone.

"You can try."

Zhong Qing's eyes were red, and his eyes were shimmering and misty, like peach blossoms overflowing with high tide, but he was smiling, and his smile was very beautiful.

Gu Jinxiao's face was as calm as the dark blue of twilight, under the calm and unwavering, dark and unpredictable.

The dragon in the netherworld looked at the cloudy sky in surprise: [It's over, what did you say that the bell demon king has turned black! 】

Gu Jinxiao said calmly, "Has he been in vain?"

Shenlong's tail froze, and suddenly felt that Zhong Qing's words were quite right.

Gu Jinxiao, what a scumbag.

Under the cloud of twilight, comes the moment of magic.

Zhong Qing looked at him deeply: "You bullied me and I don't remember anything, but I remember Gu Jin, and it was also in this twilight, he came to hug me. Gu Jin..."

Gu Jinxiao withdrew her hand and said softly: "Well, I did bully you and don't remember anything. So, remember quickly."

Zhong Qing's smile couldn't be maintained, only a contemptuous smile that was not a smile, and retreated from his side, every word was extremely light but heavy: "I will bully you back, you remember."

He stared fixedly, his brows gleaming with evil spirits, and he turned around to disappear under the thick and beautiful dark blue frosty moon.

The old village chief drove all the children back to the village like an eagle chasing chickens. Looking back, there was only this noble man in white and green shirt left under the big elm tree.

"Where is the person? Where did the young man who came with you just now go?"

Gu Jinxiao looked at the direction of entering the village, and said calmly, "Go where he should go."

The old village head was puzzled, Gu Jinxiao turned his head and said softly: "Can I stay overnight?"

……

When they entered Tianjing Village, under the big banyan tree behind the village, a man wearing a Yaoguang mask was waiting for someone.

When the man covered with a white gauze suddenly appeared in front of him, Yao Guang turned around and took off the mask with a smile.

"Fortunately not humiliated."

Under the mask, there is Mu Junhou who has not been heard from since Yumenguan said goodbye to Gu Xiangzhi.

The man covered with white veil nodded his head slightly, and said calmly and calmly, "Thank you, sir."

Mu Junhou chuckled lightly, with a graceful and composed expression: "Sir and I have a half-teacher friendship, so it is a matter of my duty to send me. However, I never expected that Mr. He and Tiandaoliu have such a relationship. Not to mention I expected that the water inside Tiandaoliu would be so deep, unfathomable."

Think about the Oasis Inn of the day.

Mu Junhou finally found Situ Zheng, but the other party not only changed his temperament drastically, but also treated him like a stranger.

After sending Gu Xiangzhi and Situ Zheng away, he and He Jiuqing followed the caravan of brother Shu Yin of the First Alliance.The ghost sword seemed to have eyes, avoiding them again and again, committing crimes frequently.

However, Mu Junhou was a little absent-minded, full of depression and heavy, and just wanted to drink.

Since Weisheng Haoran's death, Mu Junhou owed the King of Min a favor, and used his vain status in the Jiangnan First League to collect the information he wanted for the King of Min.Seeing more and more things that happen in the gray and blurred world, I realize more and more that sometimes it is very difficult to be a clean and good person.

Loyalty and righteousness are difficult to have both, so the result of the right thing must be good?

Is the result important, or the correct process important?

Seeing the truth under the shadow of black and white, he even began to doubt, in the eyes of some people, is Mu Junhou, who never kills, a good person or a villain?

Is it to stick to justice, or to stick to the boundaries of good and evil?

At that time, He Jiuqing said to him: "You used to live only where you wanted to live, and you only saw what you wanted to see. Now, you only live in darkness and shadows, and all you see is darkness and darkness." Such a dark shadow. This is not all, go and see what the place closest to the sun looks like, maybe you will know your choice."

Mu Junhou's expression was unclear, with a drunken look: "Even if I choose a different path from my husband in the end, and go against your teaching?"

The cold and calm voice said: "I have not taught you anything. Everyone's path to walk and the person they want to become will never be exactly the same. Only you can decide which path to take and what kind of person to be. I It's just that I hope you make a choice after seeing all the options. You are a very savvy person, whether it is martial arts or life. Once a savvy person goes astray, it is even more difficult to get out."

Mu Junhou was slightly shaken: "Sir...I..."

He Jiuqing poured the wine and said calmly: "Actually, the so-called choice is not just one time. If you make a mistake, you can come back again. It's just the rough price in the middle, and it will be very hard."

"Did you miss your way too, sir?"

He Jiuqing slowly drank the wine in his glass, and said softly: "No. I'm walking the path I want to go, and I won't change because of anyone, and I won't regret it because of any rough price. But I It is not a straight road without detours. Mountains can be crossed and rivers can be crossed. But if you have never seen the scenery of the wrong road, how do you know that this road must be the only one you should take? I just never fear that I may be wrong idea."

He said: "Never wavering, is it not the greatest wavering."

Mu Junhou only felt enlightened.

He Jiuqing took up a pen and wrote a word of Dao on his palm, and said peacefully: "But, you don't have to learn from me. You may be influenced by others at the beginning of your journey, especially the teacher. After you set out on the road alone, you only need to I have listened to my own heart. There are many truths in writing and seal cutting in this world, and there are also many righteousness recognized by the world. There is only propriety, which is very little."

"Wrong things are correct, and they are right. Righteous things, if they go half a step further, they are evil. This is the way."

Measure is the way.

Mu Junhou seemed to understand but also seemed confused: "So, I can only ask my heart?"

"Yes, ask your heart."

Mu Junhou left Yumen Pass, left the King of Min and left all the turmoil, and came to the Three Thousand Snow Ridge.

At first it was just a pilgrimage to enlightenment, who knows that there are rivers and lakes everywhere people go.

He picked up a set of clothes in a hidden place, a set of clothes of Elder Tiandao Liu Yaoguang, and a mask.

I heard a plot to cut off the head and tail.

The meaning seems to be that the gang was quietly looking to assassinate two people, one of whom was seriously injured.

This matter cannot be known by his other companions, and must be investigated closely, because they suspect that there are still people who have a relationship with those two people.

The person involved must be found and punished severely.And they suspected that the person they were looking for was probably an elder.

In the end, they said that at the meeting tonight, if any of the seven elders did not come, that was the one with the problem.

Boring left and right, Mu Junhou put on this clothes and mask, followed these people to find the meeting place, and appeared generously.

What surprised him was that the martial arts of this group of people were extremely high, none of the six elders was inferior to him, and their martial arts were unfathomable.

The content of their meeting was all about martial arts secrets, and even the investigation and elimination of heinous martial arts figures and organizations.

After Mu Junhou thought about it for a while, he immediately understood that this was actually the way of heaven!

By accident, he became the Elder Yaoguang of Tiandaoliu.

Fortunately, Elder Yaoguang has no sense of existence, and the other six people don't pay much attention to him, even if he doesn't say a word, no one thinks it's wrong.

These seven people seem to be as close as brothers and sisters, but they are separated from each other by masks.

The relationship among them is intricate, and it's hard to see who is good and who is bad, but they all know it tacitly and guard against each other.

At least one of the six people is not a good person, but none of them are sure who that person is.

Not long after, Mu Junhou heard the news from Tiandaoliu that the king of Fujian had failed in his rebellion and was executed by Lin Zhaoyue in Luoyang Palace.

The king of Fujian is a traitor, and he is naturally to blame for this result.But Mu Junhou was still sad when his old friend died.

At this time, Tiandaoliu said internally that the throne was originally intended for the king of Fujian, but because of the secret means of the harem, the life of the king of Fujian was ruined, and it is now his turn.It is said that the one who did it is the current mother clan.

"Those who steal the hook will be punished, and those who steal the country will be princes."

There is no way in this world, but the strong make the rules, and the latecomers follow them.

Even the interior of Tiandaoliu, which governs justice in the world, is full of mud and sand, so how can there be a clear distinction between black and white?

The Dao words in the palm became more and more unclear.

He played the jade flute for three days and three nights under the snow-capped mountains, and on the last night, a Daozi in white clothes with eyes covered in white gauze appeared beside him.

"Mr. Crane, why are you here?"

The corners of Daozi's lips raised slightly in white gauze, and his cold voice was calm: "I know, I know what you encountered, what you did, and the confusion in your heart. It doesn't matter. There is no way in the world. Since the strong make the rules, why? Won't the Lord come to be this strong man?"

Mu Junhou slowly clenched the jade flute in his hand, He Jiuqing that day was as unreal as if he had imagined it in his heart, but he said what he thought in his heart.

"Mister also agrees?"

Daozi in white had a cold voice, unhurriedly: "You should be clear, I am pleased with Gu Mowen. I am pleased with him, and it doesn't affect what I do, does it? Why do you think that controlling good and evil and making rules will Is there something wrong? I don't kill people because I can't break the precept of killing, not because I don't want to. You are different, since you are the one who should be killed, why should you be innocent?"

"Sir, you are right. I am not afraid of getting my hands dirty."

Daozi in white handed Mu Junhou a sword, and said calmly, "This is the ghost sword, the real ghost sword. Take it, the person holding the ghost sword will be the next Daoist of the Heavenly Dao. As long as you sit on the Daoist Your position is the Lord of the Dao of Heaven, and the entire flow of the Dao of Heaven can be used by you to help you correct the definition of black, white, good and evil in the world."

Mu Junhou took the sword solemnly: "This is the sword that Situ Zheng has been looking for all this time?"

"Didn't you already know that this is the sword of Situ Li, whom Situ Xin is loyal to? Situ Zheng is only Situ Xin's disciple, so you don't have to think about returning it to Zhao. This sword has nothing to do with him. Situ Xin is dead, and it is only when you pick it up." On the day of Yaoguang's clothes and mask. He hastily hid these masks and clothes."

Mu Junhou was shocked: "What did you say? Senior Situ is dead? Then Situ Zheng..."

"He knew that he was next to Situ Xin at that time. If you want to help him, whether it is to protect him or help him avenge, you'd better take this sword first and become a Taoist master. Every elder in Tiandaoliu has his own Situ Zheng will soon be involved, if you don't have the right to speak in Tiandaoliu, he will probably die in the endless conspiracy of everyone."

"Thank you sir, I know what to do."

Daozi Baiyi said calmly: "You are welcome, this is also a favor for me. To tell you the truth, Tiandaoliu was originally created by He, but it is not convenient for me to intervene in the affairs of the world. I just appointed someone. Junzi Ze, It will be cut in the fifth generation. The rules are set to be broken, and it is no longer what it looks like. Black and white have changed hands, and good and evil have been different. Giving this sword to the prince is to ask the prince to redraw the way of the world."

Mu Junhou solemnly agreed.

The man's jaw was under the snow and the moon, and he was indistinct and illusory: "The Tao character in the palm of the lord is the Tao character command. In a critical moment, you can release a very strong ability. You can use it three times. Then, wait for the good news. "

The figure in white walked into the snow and disappeared in the snow and moonlight in the blink of an eye.

Only the ghost sword in his hand proves that it is not an illusion or a dream.

Mu Junhou has been dormant since he got the ghost sword, but secretly spread the news that the young master appeared with the ghost sword.

Not long after, Elder Yuheng and Elder Kaiyang's subordinates reported that an unknown young master appeared carrying a ghost sword and rushed to the nameless heavenly realm.

It wasn't until he heard that the endless assassinations became more and more undisguised. For Situ Zheng's safety, Mu Junhou, the elder Yaoguang, stood up and frightened him with words of truth.

Not long after he came out of the Seven Star Conference, he received a letter from He Jiuqing, asking him to meet under the big banyan tree after sunset.

What surprised Mu Junhou was that the black flames on the paper of He Jiuqing's letter seemed to be a looming bell when it burned.