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

The bright moon rises in the east, behind Tianjing Village, under the big banyan tree.

Mu Junhou looked at the white-clothed Daozi, who was covered in white gauze, and asked, "Sir, why are you here this time?"

The fairy-like alchemist in white stood with his hands behind his back, his cold face was calm and breezy, untouched by the fireworks of the world: "Gu Mowen is here."

Mu Junhou was stunned: "It was him, when?"

"Just now, it should be in Tianjing Village by now."

Mu Junhou narrowed his eyes slightly, his expression unsteady: "Why did he come here, do the people of Tiandaoliu know who he is?"

Jidao Mozun is in the Heavenly Dao Flow, and it is regarded as a key observation target, but he can't feel the depth, and he has never matched it for the time being.

But if the Extreme Dao Demon Venerable enters the Wuming Heaven Realm, there is no guarantee that there will be no unexpected conflicts.

The cold and calm voice was calm and unhurried: "Why don't the people of Tiandaoliu know who the extreme demon is? How could Gu Mowen come here without knowing where it is? Junhou asked knowingly. I will deliberately make it clear."

Mu Junhou regained his composure. Indeed, He Jiuqing is the master of Tiandaoliu. With the relationship between him and Gu Mowen, if the two sides are really incompatible, there will be no real accident with He Jiuqing.Where does he need to be worrying about here?

The alchemist in white came slowly: "It's not surprising that he came here, after all, he is looking for the ghost sword."

No wonder, Mu Junhou immediately understood.

After all, the ghost sword is in Tiandaoliu at this moment, in his hands.

However, Mu Junhou was even more puzzled in his heart: "Why does he have to have this ghost sword? He will never be interested in the position of the Taoist Lord. With Lanjiang [-] Linuo Da Baidi City in his hand, it is impossible to think about it." That should be the case. If he wants it, the sword is in the master's hands, how can the master refuse to give it to him?"

On the face of the alchemist in white and blindfolded with white gauze, his expression was more serene than this moonlit night in the valley.

He said lightly: "Because I can't give it. This sword is the sword of an alchemist. It is named after ghosts, because countless ghosts are sealed. He wants this sword in order to use the most evil spirit of this sword to break the seal. , release a monster from 300 years ago."

Mu Junhou's pupils shrank suddenly, and he squeezed his mask slightly harder: "It must not, can't you persuade him?"

Daozi in white was noncommittal, but said softly: "I came here to entrust you, you must be careful with this sword, and it must not be taken by him."

The alchemist nodded contemptuously with his finger behind his back, and calmly said: "The demon has been following behind him, and the demon's name is Zhong Qing. This monster will transform into the person people want. So, if you meet someone like me The exact same person, don't be surprised, he may even use my identity to induce you to hand over the ghost sword."

Mu Junhou's expression was slightly cold: "How can we guard against such a method even if we are careful?"

"So, from now on, I won't contact you again. If you see me again, just treat it as normal, and don't expose it. Not only He Jiuqing, but from now on, you can't completely trust anyone. Including Situ Zheng. The ghost sword is in your hands, just make sure of it until you are firmly seated as the Daoist."

"That's it?" Mu Junhou was puzzled, "What if Gu Mowen and Zhong Qing seized the sword by force?"

Daozi in white clothes said unhurriedly: "No. You forgot that there are three fake ghost swords in the light, and they are not sure where the real ones are. Zhong Qing's body is sealed, and his current power is not strong. The only one who is afraid is Gu Mowen. Where is Gu Mowen...I will find a way."

Mu Junhou relaxed a little, but his eyebrows frowned slightly. He really didn't understand why Gu Mowen did this.

But I heard a cold and indifferent voice say: "The most difficult thing for you is not this, but to secure the position of Daoist at any cost. You will face many misunderstandings, and even hostility from friends. However, Daoist Situ Zheng cannot be allowed to sit in the position. His current situation is very dangerous and complicated, and there are two groups of people standing behind him manipulating him. Only when you secure this position can all disputes and conspiracies be quelled. I can only trust you. "

He Jiuqing told him about Situ Zheng's alias hiding in Tiandaoliu and escorting the false young master into the nameless heaven.Mu Junhou was naturally aware of Situ Zheng's desire to compete for the Taoist position and revenge.

If he wanted the position of Daoist, he would have to compete with Situ Zheng.

Mu Junhou returned to his senses: "Does Ah Zheng know that he is not the young master of Tiandaoliu?"

Daozi in white shook his head: "Situ Xin had a chance to say it before he died, but he didn't. It looks like Situ Zheng mistakenly thought that Situ Li was his father."

"Why, why didn't he make it clear?" Mu Junhou's expression was cold and sharp. "The child he raised alone, doesn't he understand that Situ Zheng will definitely avenge him, and will definitely be involved in the dispute between Tiandaoliu. His hatred, how sad such a life is, he is still a child."

The banyan tree under the moon is blown by the breeze, blowing the moonlight-like white clothes of the person in front of him, blowing the white gauze blindfolded, far better than the ethereal detachment of an immortal, how can one understand the complexity of the human heart.

The cold voice is unreal: "I don't know. Situ Xin doesn't know either. Maybe it's because he couldn't bear it. He couldn't bear the fact that Situ Zheng would have no relatives in this world after his death. He couldn't tell him that Situ Li was not his relative. .Maybe I can't bear it, but what I can't bear is that after his death, no one will be able to avenge Situ Li. I can only feel sorry for this disciple."

Mu Junhou Meiyu's expression was stern, and his eyes were full of sadness: "If Situ Zheng is not the young master, then is the other person the young master?"

Elder Yuheng's disciple Qin Dao led Situ Zheng, and Elder Kaiyang also had a team of people protecting the other young master.

The alchemist in white shook his head: "No."

"Then who is the real young master? Where is he? Why doesn't Situ Xin let the real young master take revenge? Could it be that because he is Situ Li's son, Situ Xin is not willing to let him take risks?"

The alchemist in white was thoughtful: "I don't know, but one person might know."

"Who?"

"After Situ Xin died, Situ Zheng went to a place first. In the middle of Sichuan, Qilin Villa."

Lin Zhaoyue!

The words have been said, and it is natural for people to leave.

A gust of breeze blows, and the hazy clouds cover the bright moon. It is quiet under the banyan tree, without any noise, only the singing of crickets, and only dots of fireflies.

Above the banyan tree, and above it, a crane was hovering quietly, and a person was sitting on the back of the crane.

One person and one crane, with their backs facing the flowing clouds and clear moon, looking down at a handful of green valleys among the Three Thousand Snow Ridges.

It seems that I have just arrived, and it seems that I have watched a drama, and the music is over, and I am thoughtful.

He Jiuqing thought about it, and his clothes and appearance gradually changed.

Dressed in red and black, the white gauze in front of her eyes disappeared, revealing a pair of silver and dark red pupils, which soon turned into a pair of dark obsidian eyes.

He blinked lightly, his eyes were clear and clear, the lines of his peach-blossom eyes were cold, like mountain snow that never melted all year round, quietly motionless, but somehow gentle after looking at it for a long time.

It's like it's not just ice and snow, it's plum blossoms that have been waiting for many years.

When it is right, it is evil.

He Jiuqing came down to the village, gently stroked the shrunken crane: "Go and play."

He waited under the moonlight for a while, and when he heard the sound of footsteps approaching from a distance, he turned around slowly.

Seeing that person's calm and gentle eyes, his eyes clean and dust-free walking, it was as if a god from another world was passing by.

The frosty moon all over the sky suddenly lost its color, because he attracted all the radiance away.

In the darkness of the eternal night, the shadows in the world and the light in the sky, all tend to make a pilgrimage to the place where he is.

Gorgeous and gloomy, fierce and gentle.

That is the most beautiful person in the world, the god in the heart of Crane Immortal.

Gu Jinxiao is not alone, there are many people around him.

After all, there have been no outsiders in Tianjing Village for many years, especially such a handsome and good-looking young man. The big sisters and young girls in the village rushed to tell everyone.

The old man and the little boy should also pay attention to him. After all, this good-looking man is good-looking, but it seems dangerous to be good-looking.

Gu Jinxiao didn't care about being watched, and walked calmly all the way without looking sideways, listening to the old village chief's introduction, and occasionally nodded slightly.

When passing Mo Mei, who was walking away in a fit of anger, in the red clothes and black clothes, he paused for a moment and looked sideways at him.

The old village head looked surprised, hesitated to speak, and kept rubbing his hands.

There was no expression on Mo Mei's face, it was as quiet as the moonlit snow field beyond this valley, as if she had never smiled, nor had she felt any warmth.

His eyebrows are extremely handsome, the lines of his peach blossom eyes are as clear as a knife, and even the waves in his eyes are cold when he is not smiling.But it is so cold that it is clear and quiet, like plum blossoms with soft branches covered with snow, and moonlight falling on the lonely sky and long night.

Gu Jinxiao looked at him calmly, looked at him for a moment, and said softly: "When you come back, remember to introduce yourself."

After finishing speaking, he withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward, Wuchen was indifferent in front of him, compared to the Momei in front of him, he was more like the heartless, ruthless, arrogant and noble Momei born in the Nine Nether Wasteland, who feeds on the obsession of inner demons.

Mo Mei slowly came back to her senses, and said to the old village head who was hesitant to speak but stopped being excited, "My surname is Zhong, and my name is Zhong Qing. You have mistaken me."

Gu Jinxiao's footsteps were slightly stagnant, and she turned to look at him.

Mo Mei immediately followed and walked side by side with him.

The cold voice was low and low, as if rising from snow water: "Are you just now, are you angry with me? Come over and don't even look at me."

Gu Jinxiao didn't look at him now either, and said calmly in a very soft voice, "You are the one who is angry. You said that I bullied you and you don't remember anything. If I must remember, you will bully me back. Forget?"

"Did I say that? It seems that I was really sad just now."

The two seem to be in a world of their own, and no one can get close.

Knowing that the young man named Zhong Qing was just a resemblance and not a real Taoist master, the old village head took him to the unused wooden house, and went back in a dispirited manner.

Gu Jinxiao stood on the wooden bridge in front of the house. There was a sycamore tree in the courtyard. The breeze blew, and the leaves, shadows and moonlight swayed and whispered.

Mo Mei in red clothes and black clothes stood quietly beside him, just like Zhong Qing and Gu Jin back then.

Gu Jinxiao looked at the reflection of the water waves under the bridge, and said softly: "Do you want to know why I like He Jiuqing but not you with the same face?"

Mo Mei's eyes moved slightly, like a ripple on the surface of the water, and he asked in a low voice, "Why?"

Gu Jinxiao turned around and looked at him quietly, raised her right hand to caress his brows and eyes, lowered her eyes half closed, and leaned slightly to kiss him.

Mo Mei froze for a moment, she remained silent for a while, and when he was about to pull away, she suddenly suppressed and took the initiative in an instant.

Gu Jinxiao took half a step back, propped his left hand on the wooden bridge, and leaned back slightly to bear his restrained aggression.

For a long time, his right hand caressed the back of his neck and the Adam's apple in front of his slender neck, just like soothing a gorgeous and out-of-control beast.

Until he suppressed panting, closed his eyes and remained still, his long and narrow eyelashes drooped down and remained motionless, abstinence, coldness and alienation.

Gu Jinxiao rested her chin on his shoulder and hugged his back with her right hand, but this demon hugged him even tighter, like drowning grabbing the only straw.

"You hide a lot of secrets, and so do I."

"I don't know what the secret is hiding in your eyes, and whatever it is, it doesn't matter."

"As long as it's you, I like it."

Gu Jinxiao's voice has never been particularly turbulent and emotional, it has always been soft, as if all emotions are below the surface of the water.All the feelings are in the quiet depths of the eyebrows and eyes.

"I'll give you whatever you want, no matter what."

"He Jiuqing, as long as you can be happy."