Reversed

Fresh sacrifices were still placed in front of the tomb, presumably the visitor had just left.

Just like when Gu Zhilan was alive, she would go to the Valley of the Wicked every year, and Qi Jin would come to the Valley of the Medicine King to see her every year. After Gu Zhilan and Qi Jin passed away, Qi Jin’s disciples came to Gu Zhilan for their master. Tomb sweeping.

The deadline is approaching, and the only thing she can worry about is Mo Yu.

Mo Yu has been missing from the Valley of the Wicked for more than 20 years.

She didn't know the cause and effect of what happened back then, only that Mo Yu fell into a trap and was besieged by people, and he was fine, but Qixing Longyuan, who automatically protected the Lord, couldn't bear the huge force and shattered.

She was very clear about what the Seven Stars Longyon and Mo Yu represented. Sure enough, after losing the Seven Stars Longyon, Mo Yu went completely crazy. That carefully designed area became a ghost land, where no vegetation grew and no living things existed. .

After that, Mo Yu disappeared from the world, no matter how hard everyone searched, they couldn't find him.

In the end, Xie Yuan, who was unable to snatch Qixing Longyuan back from Mo Yu's hands, only picked up the fragments of Qixing Longyuan and buried them in front of Mu Tianlei's tomb, sighing.

As time went by, the number of people who believed that Mo Yu was not dead became less and less. Today, the only one who is still alive is Chen Yue.

She firmly remembered the strange and unreal pulse image when she took Mo Yu's pulse back then, as a proof that Mo Yu was still alive.

As long as he lives without losing his memory, Mo Yu will definitely come to see her for the last time before she dies!

With the breeze blowing, Chen Yue couldn't help coughing lightly again, so Changsun Xiao decided to send him back to the room to rest.

Sudden feeling that something was wrong, Changsun smiled and raised his head suddenly, and saw a young man in a black robe with his face invisible approaching in the distance, even though there was a cute 3-year-old boy with Yuxue sitting on his shoulder, he was still vigilant. Stand in front of Chen Yue.

"Your Excellency, if you don't invite yourself into the Valley of the Medicine Kings, what advice do you have?"

The man in the black robe chuckled, his voice was cold and sexy, and it sounded familiar to Zhang Sunxiao's ears.

"I'm here to see an old friend."

Changsun Xiao couldn't remember why the voice was so familiar, but Chen Yue's complexion changed completely, and she couldn't help but tighten her husband's hand.

"is it you?"

"it's me."

Unaware of the other party's hostility, and being his wife's old friend, the eldest grandson left with a smile.

When the eldest grandson Xiao disappeared, the cute 3-year-old Yuxue struggled to slide off the black-robed man's shoulders, and rushed towards Chen Yue with small arms and legs. Pretending to be mature like a little adult.

"Little Moon."

As soon as the voice fell, the little man showed a frustrated look on his face, as if he was dissatisfied with his tone, and Chen Yue was eager to move because of his cute appearance.

Chen Yuexu coughed to stop her smile, endured the black-robed man's glare and patted the child's head, carefully staring at the somewhat familiar face of the child, and called out.

"Mao Mao."

The child responded embarrassedly, and saw Chen Yue looking up at the black-robed man, her eyes flickering with panic, worry, and joy, and she couldn't help reaching out her little hand to pat the black-robed man.

The soft and lovely voice implied dissatisfaction, "Xiao Yu!"

The black-robed man let out a low laugh, and once again supported the child on his shoulder with irresistible force, and then lifted the hood of the black robe.

Her black hair was falling down, her eyes were bloodshot, and she was extremely handsome. It was Mo Yu.

Chen Yue's pupils contracted, and after a long while, she was finally half comprehending and half sighing.

"really."

Time did not leave any trace on Mo Yu's body at all. Chen Yue didn't understand why and she didn't want to know. All she knew was that Mo Yu was still standing in front of her alive. Although Mao Mao was young, he came back from the dead. What could be better than Mo Yu? This is more important.

"Congratulations."

Mo Yu was noncommittal, and Mao Mao's immature face flushed, he smiled shyly, and asked.

"Xiaoyue, are you okay?"

Chen Yue smiled slightly, and stretched out her hand to brush her dangling hair behind her ears.

"I'm very happy."

The old friend met and had a good time, and the last regret in her heart was gone.

What a blessing in this life.

Fanwaiji

Six years have passed since the Anshi Rebellion. After the successful counterattack in Taiyuan, the Tang army finally had the confidence to counterattack in an all-round way.

However, the hustle and bustle brought about by these major national events did not disturb Mu Xuanying who stayed behind in Luoyan City. Summer and autumn came, and the heat had not completely dissipated. He was still tightly wrapped in a furry cloak, and his skin was abnormally pale.

As the young leader of the Haoqi League, he should lead by example and kill the enemy on the front line, instead of staying in Luoyan City because of Sanyang's dead pulse.

It's just that his body can't let him be willful, and he doesn't want Uncle Xie and Haoqimeng's relatives and friends to be distracted by his illness on the battlefield.

A few days ago, I heard that the main figure of Tianxuan Altar was seriously injured and disappeared. Mu Xuanying led people to help, but unexpectedly, the figure was unscathed, and even sent back the sword he had been looking for for half a year. Yongyeon.

The Seven Star Dragon is a gift from Uncle Xie that he received on a certain birthday when he came to Luoyan City when he was young. The five-clawed dragon and the Big Dipper are engraved on the sword body, representing Uncle Xie's ardent heart for his son to become a dragon and being with the mighty seven stars It means that he cherishes it very much.

About half a year ago, Mo Yu, the young master of the Valley of the Wicked, faced Heizhi Yuanyou, one of the three elders of Shanglangya. When he was defeated, he obliterated Mo Yu's sanity with his own blood sacrifice, and then detonated the opponent's body. The poisonous curse made him go mad instantly.

This time, even Valley Master Wang couldn't hold back Mo Yu, the sky was full of wind and snow, and the sky was full of wind and blood.

He hurried and finally caught up, he didn't care about getting hurt, and rolled down the river carrying the maddened Mo Yu.

What happened after that made him fall into an abyss. Mo Yu completely forgot everything about the past, and no longer had to bear the blood debt and pain, but at the same time, he also forgot his existence.

That person would not call him Mao Mao, would not look at him with gentle eyes, would not verbally dislike him but personally help him solve his difficulties, and would never have him in his heart again.

He hadn't cried so embarrassingly for a long time, and under Mo Yu's indifferent scrutiny, he couldn't wipe away his tears.

Despite the pain, he still didn't try to stimulate the other party to restore his memory. Mo Yu's life was extremely painful, and those bloody and unforgettable memories were finally lost, how could they reappear because of his selfishness.

What's more, he was already hovering on the brink of death due to Sanyang's dead pulse, and sometimes he wondered if it was God's will, so that he could feel relieved and happily fall into the embrace of death.

The Seven Star Longyuan was also lost when it rolled into the river. At that time, Uncle Xie was very worried about his health and arranged for someone to escort him back to Luoyan City to recuperate. Others also expressed that they would find the Seven Star Dragon Yuan for him.

Now that half a year has passed, Qixing Longyuan finally returned to his hands again.

Unable to restrain his excitement, he stretched out his hand to touch the blade.

The slight cracking sound was inaudible, and the moment he touched the seven-star dragon... it fell apart.

Mu Xuanying froze in place while maintaining the movement of reaching out her hand, her originally bright black eyes turned confused, as if she didn't understand what was going on, the corners of her mouth that could not be restrained slightly raised collapsed in vain, her muscles convulsed due to wide opening and closing trembling.

"The sword... is broken?"

After a long while, he managed to make out a stammering voice, and looked at Ying as if asking for help, his black eyes were terrified, hoping that he would deny his answer.

Ying paused, but still shook his head slowly. The ever-changing cold mask he wore on his face became terrifying and distorted in Mu Xuanying's eyes at this moment.

Mu Xuanying took a step back as if he couldn't bear it, a painful sob escaped from his throat, he lowered his head, his long ponytail trembled and covered his face, his hands pulled the collar of the cloak tightly, so tight that even a faint bloody smell.

Ying just stood silently in front of the broken seven-star ryongyon, unable to see the face behind the mask, only those colorless lips slowly curled up in an ambiguous to cruel arc.

The mood fluctuated too much, and the Sanyang's dead pulse broke out. Mu Xuanying suddenly clutched her chest, and fell down on the wooden table for guests with a muffled grunt.

The throbbing heart pulled all the strength out of his body, and the cold air rushing to his limbs in an instant made him tremble involuntarily.

Ying watched with interest for a while, as if he had enjoyed enough of the other party's distress, and then stepped forward, as if to help the other party.

"Young leader, calm down!"

The hidden weapon that had been poisoned and had a faint luster stopped just in front of Mu Xuanying's forehead, and her bloodless and pale fingers clenched Ying's leather-gloved wrist.

Mu Xuanying raised her head, her forehead was covered with broken hair that was damp with sweat from the pain, but her black eyes were calm and rational.

"I'm calm, Smoke."

His lips that were black and blue from the cold were still trembling, and the pain in his heart had not yet dissipated, but his expression did not show much pain, after all, he was used to it.

"That's a pity."

Yan, dressed as a shadow, sighed, spread his hands as if admitting defeat, took the initiative to take a step back, and opened a safe distance.

"It's more vigilant than I thought, Young Leader."

Finally survived the attack of Sanyang's dead pulse, Mu Xuanying stood up straight again, her aura remained intact.

With the advent of troubled times, Hao and Evil joined forces, and the relationship between the two parties eased a lot, and even the opponents came to the enemy's camp to visit the grave.But there are still some stubborn minds who want to seize the opportunity to seriously injure the other party, such as the moody Unquenchable Smoke in front of him.

He believed that Yan would not take his life, but taking some souvenirs from him as trophies, and even sending them to the recuperating shadow, Yan would definitely do it.

Originally, he had withdrawn from the front line and could only stay in the base camp. If he couldn't protect himself well, he, the young leader of the Haoqi League, would be too useless.

"Thank you for saving Brother Ying and bringing back my saber."

Yan will appear here, which means that Ying is indeed seriously injured, but Yan's attack is not a killer move, which means that Ying's life is not in danger yet.

As for his saber——Mu Xuanying's black eyes dimmed, if it broke, it would break, God's will.

Yan crossed his arms and sneered, disapproving of the other party's thanks.

That's right, he was the one who smashed the Seven Star Dragon.