Reversed

Finally feeling Xiao Yu's involuntary feeling, he could only smile wryly.

Lao Wang played with the jade flute with his hands behind his back, swept past the ice-cold child on the ground, and finally turned and left.

"We should go."

"Yes, Master!"

He cannot go back on what he promised, and his previous plan to let Xiao Yu teach him the mortal art to suppress madness ran aground, and he could only ask Guzhu Wang to take action at a critical moment, he didn't want to regret hurting Xiaoyue.

Before leaving, he took one last look at Xiao Yu lying there, hesitated, and decided to leave him behind.

"Xiaoyue, when Xiaoyu wakes up, tell him for me to go to Xiaochuan in Nanping."

There is the tomb of his father, Mu Tianlei, who is known as Renjian. He once refused to pay homage to him in light rain, saying that it would dirty the place, and he knew that he would not mind.

Now is the time, Xiao Yu, take care of it for now!

六

Xiaoyue had already returned to Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, and Mu Yu, who was sent back to Nanping in a coma, was silent.

He is familiar with Nanping. He led the villains to attack Haoqi countless times in the past. It can be said that his footprints are everywhere here.

It's just that there is only one tomb that he never set foot in, the lonely tomb in the depths of Xiaochuan - the tomb of Mao Mao's father Renjian Mu Tianlei.

There is something different about Longmen, old man Xie Yuan went there to check, the other Seven Stars had missions and were not around him, besides, Nanping has always been the portal of Haoqi, and most people would not come to seek death, so he was not surrounded by the group of Haoqi Lan.

Nature is miraculous, and there will be various miracles, such as monkeys can brew wine, and the brew is more delicious than humans.

Waving away the beasts that chased up to snatch the wine, he slowly approached the lonely grave that he had never approached. There were no weeds and dust, presumably someone often came to clean it.

He looked up and saw that there was no name written on the empty tombstone, only a sentence was engraved - I wish I could die in battle with a mighty body!

I wish I could fight to the death with a mighty body?

He chewed this sentence repeatedly, and suddenly laughed, with a desolate smile.

The wine jar knocked on the tombstone, making a dull, soft sound, and then he took a sip, and the rest was scattered on the graveyard.

The man has gold under his knees, and in his life he has only kneeled down to Wang Yifeng when he was apprenticed to his teacher, and now there is another ghost.

He silently knelt in front of the tomb, with his hands deep into the soil, burying all the pain he couldn't vent.

It took a long time, until his body, which had just recovered from a serious illness, couldn't bear the long kneeling posture shaking, he opened his mouth slowly.

"Maomao, if you win, I will go to Haoqi League."

How could he not know what Mao Mao was thinking, since he was given the surname Mu, he could only go to the Haoqi League.

Mao Mao shouldered the blood debt that he shouldn't have, so, no matter how much he hated Hao Qi and Xie Yuan, Mu Tianlei's last wish must be inherited by his son in name.

Holding on to the tombstone and standing up, Yang Shiliu's loud bluffs came from far away, and then he shouted "Master Mu, where are you" more and more.

He walked out of Xiao Chuan slowly, and bumped into Yang Shiliu, who was teary-eyed, without a word of nonsense.

"I'm going to Haoqi League."

Yang Shiliu, who was robbed, choked up and almost knelt down for him, "Master Mu Shaozu, your injury has not healed yet, let's rest for a few more days, okay?"

He was impatient to deal with it. How could the little devil, who has always been one and only in the Valley of the Wicked, be dawdling here? He just grabbed the man by his collar and threw him to the ground, then turned around and walked towards the coachman.

Yang Shiliu snotted and cried, he couldn't care about his image, rolled from the ground, hugged the child's thigh and howled.

"Just one night, just stay here for one night, I will prepare luggage and food for you, and leave tomorrow!"

The little devil, who always hated being touched by others, kicked him directly, causing his breath to become unstable. After thinking twice, he decided to agree to stay one more night.

Most of the people in Nanping Post Station are widowed and lonely old people, and lodging is not a problem. In the old man's house, he saw Li Fu, the conspirator who also stayed here, and Qiu Yeqing who was inseparable.

It's a pity that Qiu Yeqing was seriously ill and lost his memory, and Li Fu went from being indifferent to being very entangled.

He looked at this couple who had been chasing and fleeing for more than ten years, and was instantly bored. He and Mao Mao had no ending, but some people didn't know how to cherish it.

"madness!"

Li Fu watched the grown-up child in Daoxiang Village close the door and leave with contempt on his face, he couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile, which attracted Amnesia Qiu Yeqing's concerned question.

"what happened?"

"It's okay, I'm actually not as clear as a child."

Just after dawn, Yang Shiliu sent the little ancestor to the carriage. Yesterday he sent a letter with a pigeon, and today someone will come to meet him at the door.

When Mu Yu got out of the car, he happened to see a woman walking slowly, elegant and dusty, crystal clear like a blooming white lotus, noble and moving.

She raised her hands in a bow, her voice was clear but without much emotion, "The master of Kaiyang Altar, Lin Keren."

"Mu Yu."

"Come with me, you stay with me temporarily."

"Ah."

Good and evil, black and white in the world are originally water from the same source, and the pure and turbid, good and evil will eventually flow together.

Maomao, it won't be too far when we meet again, take care.

Seven

Walking through the yellow sandy sky of Longmen, the ice and snow of Kunlun, and on the road of Sansheng in the Valley of the Evil, Maomao curiously looked at the place where he would live in the future.

The strong smell of blood and sulfur is a bit pungent, and the reddish-brown land with scorched black looks like blood clots. It was the first time in the past and present life that Maomao stepped on the land of the Valley of the Wicked, but Maomao's subconscious reaction was—look, this is completely opposite to Haoqimeng's beautiful mountains and clear waters. In the barren land, Xiaoyu can be kept so fresh and beautiful. Is it because Xiaoyu looks so good-looking? Hehe...

Lao Wang held the flute behind his back and looked far away, staring fixedly at the four-line poem written vigorously and unrulyly on the stone tablet on Sansheng Road.

One step and three lives far away from Chang Lun, laughing and scolding the ignorant dust.Looking down at the disputes in the temples, you miss several springs in the world.

Maomao glanced at the same person as someone who had been here. The poems are good poems, and the characters are good characters, but his body, which is still developing all the way, is tired, and more importantly... his stomach is growling.

"Master, I'm hungry."

Looking at the entire Valley of the Wicked, there is only one inn, the name is Ping An, and the proprietress of the Ping An Inn is Hua Die. She is beautiful, but she has a special hobby, like turning people into slaves.

Of course, going to dinner with Lao Wang will not enjoy this kind of treatment, unless she, the proprietress, doesn't want to be there anymore.

Lao Wang's meals were very gentle, with simple dishes, meat and soup, he ate like a full feast of Man and Han people, as expected of a son from an aristocratic family, this kind of education is good.

Mao Mao was different, holding a bowl of white rice and snoring, looking like a starved ghost reincarnated.

Halfway through eating, Mao Mao frowned, with a strange expression, and then spit out half of the soft-bodied insects that were still moving.

The four eyes met, Maomao didn't take it seriously and continued to pick up the rice. It's not that he didn't suffer when he and Xiaoyu wandered around without food.

On the contrary, Pharaoh stopped his chopsticks, couldn't see the expression clearly on his face, flicked his long sleeves, and the half of the worm corpse inserted by the chopsticks fell in front of the flower butterfly turning the abacus with a 'bang', penetrating three points.

Huadie's makeup was so frightened that she looked up stiffly, and saw the boss of the Wicked Valley slowly raised the hand holding the flute to his lips, and then, there was no more...

As soon as the world of mortals comes out, the corpses lie thousands of miles away!

When Mao Mao was satisfied, he finished the meal and drank the soup, and when he followed Lao Wang to leave, he politely said hello to the emaciated Hua Die.

"Thank you for hospitality."

After passing the Ping An Inn, there is the gate of the Valley of the Wicked. Behind the gate is Gaefengji, and Laowang's room is at the highest point of the stairs that circled up the Gaefengji.

Maomao put his right hand on his forehead and looked towards the scorching sun almost on his back. He didn't see Lao Wang's room, but only saw the giant windmill whirling and whirling.

Next to the gate is the Snow Demon Hall, the hall master Tao Hanting has already come out to meet his valley master, the old king ordered him to summon the ten evils by the way.

A gust of fragrant wind wafted by, and when I looked up, it was Mirigul, a former saint of the Ming Cult and one of the ten evils, who was surrounded by several beautiful maidservants and came to watch the fun.

Maomao looked curiously at this beautiful Huihe woman who could not see any traces of age at all. She had the innocence of a girl and the charm of the world. Every frown, smile and look in her eyes could make people's hearts melt and soften.

Thinking about the few people I know, Keren's sister is noble and charming, Aunt Yue is domineering and condensed, Xiaoyue is simple and cute, comparing them, there is no distinction between them.

Maomao is curious about Mirigul, and of course the former saintess is also interested in this young man who was brought back to the valley by the valley owner himself.

The boy was not tall enough and was still developing, under the high ponytail, his face could tell that he would be handsome in the future.

With clear eyebrows and eyes, bending without smiling, and correct facial features, at a glance, it will only make people feel as gentle as jade.

She pursed her lips and smiled, this child seemed to be born with an awe-inspiring righteousness that was incompatible with the Evil Guy.

Fun, really fun!

Being stared at so eagerly by a big beautiful woman, the thin-skinned Mao Mao first looked away, then he scratched his head and smiled awkwardly.

"Hello, big sister."

Miligul's smile deepened, and she took a few steps forward, bringing out the nice crisp sound of the accessories on her body.

"This little brother has a really sweet mouth, but it's not okay for Evilman Valley to be so casual~"

Maomao, who has always been sweet-talking and well-behaved and rampant in Luoyan City Haoqi League, feels that he has kicked an iron plate. Is the feng shui in the Valley of the Wicked really different?

He quickly recalled the materials about the saintess that he had read in the Haoqi League, and he changed his words decisively.

"Hello Auntie."

The wind with a strong sulfur smell unique to the Valley of the Evil was blowing, and the smile on Mirigul's face froze.

Mili Guli, female, the adopted daughter of Lu Weilou, the leader of the Ming Cult, had a failed relationship with her righteous brother Shen Jiangxia.