Fire and theft prevention

Let's talk about Mu Qingjia's side.

When he fell suddenly, the lines of the floating talisman instinctively appeared in his mind, but the ensuing ringing of the bell disturbed his thoughts, and he even let go of the hand holding Huo Taki's back.

The ringing of the bell filled his ears, tearing at his soul like a sharp claw, trying to tear his soul and wooden body in two.

Mu Qingjia had only been resurrected for two or three days, and her soul was already unstable. When the sound of the soul-destroying bell shook her, her soul lightly left the body and fell towards the soul-destroying bell.

But at this time, another soul with enthusiasm floated out from the wooden body, bound Mu Qingjia's soul back and tied it back, and imprisoned it tightly in the wooden body.

The soul and the wooden body were closely connected, and Mu Qingjia's own memories poured in chaotically, washing his mind like a torrent.

"From now on, just follow the deity. As for the title, just call me 'Master'."

A low male voice came from above.

The child raised his eyes, glanced at the long sword at the man's waist, and looked at the man who looked like an exile.He said in a daze, "Then, is Master Jia'er's father?"

Tong Yanwuji, Jian Xiu, who had never been in contact with mortal children, choked, and said: "No. But Qing Jia can regard me as a father."

The child had a pair of beautiful eyes: "Will Master help mother to heal her illness? Teach Jiaer how to read and write, buy Jiaer snacks and windmills, teach Jiaer how to make wine and make cakes?"

"It's not that I don't recognize my life." There was a slight smile on the serious face of the man.

Then, he stared at the thin child, and said solemnly: "However, what this deity teaches is not those last-minute tricks in the mortal world. What this deity teaches is to cultivate immortals and ascend, to look at the world with contempt, and to gallop across the world with a single sword."

Mu Qingjia looked up at the master until his neck became sore, but he could only see broad shoulders and a high bun.

He lowered his head and squeezed the little wooden fox in his palm uncomfortably. He didn't know that those difficult words in Master's mouth were better than a healthy mother and delicious food.

In the blink of an eye, half a year passed, and the picture changed, the woman was lying on the bed in clean clothes, with a stupid attitude, her cheeks were thin and sunken, staring at the silver osmanthus outside the window for a long time.

In the autumn of Gaotu Mountain, the sky is clear and clean, and the mountains are full of golden, silver and red osmanthus flowers of various colors.The cinnabar floor reflects the indigo blue sky, accompanied by the sweet scent of osmanthus and the autumn wind.

"Mom, do you like this sweet-scented osmanthus?" The little boy asked her lying on the bedside.

The woman didn't answer, she couldn't even understand the meaning of those words.But Mu Qingjia still asked and answered as usual: "Then I will let it bloom forever, and my mother will always be healthy and healthy, okay?"

At that time, he had just established the foundation, and used the meager wood spiritual energy to irrigate the sweet-scented osmanthus outside the window, so that the silvery white flower would bloom in the dark green midsummer, in the cool spring and autumn, and in the snowy snowstorm.

But her health continued to deteriorate.

Medicine stone has no cure.

Two years later, when Jianxiu left the customs, Mu Qingjia knelt at his feet and counted 81 sets of dossiers.

"If I make a new body for my mother and move her soul into it..." He still held hope.

Master interrupted him.

"The art of soul-changing and immortality is against the laws of heaven and ethics, and it will be backlashed. Life and death are fate, Mu Qingjia, let her go."

His voice was unprecedentedly harsh, coldly drawing a line of taboo.

In the autumn of the third year, when the sweet-scented osmanthus was in full bloom, the silver osmanthus withered alone.Mu Qingjia personally buried her mother under the silver osmanthus, together with the fallen flowers all over the ground.

He could not afford to kneel in front of the flower mound, but beside him was a little snow dumpling.

"Master is right. Life can last for a while, but not forever. There is no eternity in this world." Kneeling upright, he asked, "Brother, do you understand?"

Little Huo Wei obediently knelt beside him to accompany him, from Mu Qingjia's perspective, he could only see a mass of dark hair.The little baby was wearing a black cotton shirt embroidered with gold and a small golden bun on her head, like a fairy boy carved in powder and jade.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Huo Wei nodded seriously.He knelt down solemnly for a while, then raised his face and asked earnestly, "But isn't the purpose of cultivating immortality and ascension for longevity? Isn't becoming an immortal the same as eternity?"

Mu Qingjia was silent for a while, before saying: "Perhaps cultivating immortals is a different kind of longevity."

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, the little baby grows into a teenager, with eyebrows flying into the temples, flamboyant and active, but always likes to put on a mature and serious look.

Huo Wei stood alone on the surface of the clear lake, with him as the center of a hundred miles of sparkling waves, like stars arching the moon.

A pair of butterflies come and go.

The sword rises between the water and the sky, and the lake is full of turbulent waves. When it touches the pair of butterflies, it disappears and turns into a water ball, trapping them gently.

The water polo fell into his palm and shattered, and two butterflies, one big and one small, stood on his fingertips shaking their wet shoulders.

"What is this?"

Mu Qingjia leaned lazily on the flying sword, and said with a smile, "Your new toy."

It was only then that Huo Wei discovered that the thin wings of the butterfly had wood patterns, and they were actually a pair of delicate wood carvings.

This is undoubtedly another handwriting of the senior brother who is not doing his job properly.

"It's just puppetry, I'm not a child anymore."

His face was sullen, his lips were slightly raised, and his face seemed to be full of disgust.But his fingers stroked the butterfly's wings gently, and his cheeks were slightly flushed with joy.

"This is different from ordinary wooden puppets." Seeing that he liked it, Mu Qingjia hurriedly said, "Call me 'good brother' and I'll send you off."

The boy squinted at him, his baby-fat face pouted slightly, but he refused to cry out.

"I have no objection." Huo Wei took a pair of butterflies as his own as a matter of course, and sent them to his shoulders.

"But master, we are sword masters after all, this kind... this kind of thing may damage his old man's reputation." He reminded, "Master will definitely punish you for confinement if he sees it."

Mu Qingjia laughed loudly: "Come on, you little crybag still worry about senior brother's affairs? Hurry up and build the foundation to be serious!"

Huo Wei was depressed, a faint blush appeared on his snow-white cheeks, and the corners of his eyes glistened like three thousand peach blossoms, merging into a bend of spring water.

Seeing his appearance, Mu Qingjia laughed silently.

But he didn't know that this fierce and vicious junior was once so soft and easy to bully.

If it weren't for the identical duplicity, and the pair of butterflies—the Golden Winged Envoy and the Jade Waist Slave, he couldn't even imagine that that delicate young man was Huo Wei.

The boy in the memory fragments is not using the Butterfly Sword, the sword is pure white, named "Xiangjun"; he will not set fire to the house at every turn, but he looks like a water spirit root sword repairer with mediocre qualifications.

Different natal spirit swords, different spiritual root attributes—what happened in the past sixty years?

The fall continued, and when he saw that Mu Qingjia was about to fall to the bottom of the cave, he drew a "floating talisman" out of thin air, and stopped almost one foot from the ground.

Before he could fall, a heavy object slammed on him, smashing into the ground together with him, making a series of crackling sounds.

"Amu..." a muffled voice said.

Wet water stained Mu Qingjia's chest, Huo Taki staggered up and covered Xuebeng's nose.

"You're so hard..." Huo Ting raised his head to stop the nosebleed, and said vaguely, "No, I'm sorry for dragging you down."

{Why don't you fly with the sword? } Mu Qingjia wrote helplessly.

Huo Taki felt aggrieved and said, "I would like to, but the ringtone is too loud, and the spirit sword won't listen to me at all."

Ringtones, soul-stirring bells.Mu Qingjia recalled the experience of her soul leaving the body and returning to her soul, her smile faded.

The soul-destroying bell had too much influence on them, not to mention the number of them was innumerable, even hundreds or even thousands, judging from the size of the ringing.

You must think of some way of restraint.

After Huo Ting got up, his legs were still a little weak, he couldn't stand firmly, and fell down again.A sound of caracalla sounded, he hurriedly got up, and said in surprise: "Ah——bones! Skeletons!"

Mu Qingjia looked intently, and saw that Huo Long's buttocks were covered with broken bones.He walked over and groped for those broken bones, and with the unclear vision of his spiritual eyes, he said: {Don't be nervous.This is not a human bone, but the bone of another animal. }

"Animal?" Huo Long said, "Did it fall down by accident?"

Mu Qingjia hesitated for a moment, then asked: {Can you see if there are any formation patterns left on the surrounding walls? }

Huo Taki lit up the Bright Light Talisman, Yujian circled around the bottom of the cave for a few times, and was soon attracted by a hand-carved trace.

He wiped away the moss on the cave wall, revealing the wooden beams with the runes on them, and asked hesitantly, "This looks like... a floating amulet?"

{It is probably a floating formation, but it has lost its effectiveness after a long time. }Mu Qingjia speculated, {I think this is the teleportation channel where fox demons used to eat. }

The sacrifices, or the prey obtained from hunting were thrown from the sky, and then caught by the floating array. In this way, the fresh meat can be successfully transported to the ground.

"So that's it!" Huo Long looked at the half-buried and half-exposed animal bones on the ground, a few were intact, and more were broken into powder residue.

These livestock have been chewed to the last bit of meat, and even their skeletons have been chewed into white bone sand.

He shuddered and said: "Amu, I will take you up with Yu Jian now, let's go find Gu Xiao and the others."

Mu Qingjia smiled and shook her head: {They must have chased them down, but they got separated for some reason.Anyway, our target is the depths of the fox cave, why not go in and meet them. }

"You're right." Huo Ting looked like a puppy with drooping ears, "Gu Xiao... Brother, he will indeed come to me."

So, the two began to move slowly towards the depths of the cave.The eating place of the fox demon has been abandoned for a long time, and the road is full of broken bones, the fox armpits hanging on the cave wall are covered with dust, and there is no trace of the soul-destroying bell.

The caves in the south should be damp caves, and there should be at least bats and mice deep in the ground, but here it is dry and wet, well ventilated, and the walls are regular and woody, and there is not a single extra living thing.

Mu Qingjia confirmed more and more that this is a lair built by the fox clan, and it is of a large scale and has a deep origin.

In the silence, there was only the rustling of the footsteps of the two of them, and the atmosphere was mysterious and dull, as if a heavy stone had been pressed in the heart of the heart, making it hard to breathe.

"I... am I too useless." Huo Long's low voice sounded in the cave, "Brother is right, I love to cry, I am reckless, and my cultivation is the worst. This time too... always Get into trouble."

Mu Qingjia sighed, and wrote while walking: {You are only 15 years old. The 15-year-old late foundation establishment is already remarkable. }

He paused, then continued: {Huo Wei is 15 years old and has only just established his foundation—and he also cried a lot when he was a child. }

Huo Taki first gave a chuckle, and then came to his senses, lit up a pair of star eyes, pulled his sleeves and said in surprise, "Do you know Huo Wei, the Underworld Butterfly Sword?"

Mu Qingjia only felt that this little boy was as easy to coax as his junior brother, so he couldn't help laughing.

However, he didn't expect Huo Taki's attitude to be so... admired.After all, as an elder, Huo Wei's reputation brought all kinds of suspicion and ridicule to Huo Long. As an ordinary person, he should have resentment.

{Don't you blame him? } he asked.

"Ha." Huo Long felt complacent, and said with his nostrils upturned, "The people who scolded me are just jealous that I have a powerful grandpa. It's too late for me to be so happy."

{grandfather? }Mu Qingjia said in surprise, {He has a Taoist partner and heirs? }

"No." Huo Long scratched his head with a blushing face, "The elder brother of Nether Butterfly Sword is my own grandfather. He was married to my grandma in the human world when he traveled down the mountain and had a son. If you agree, you will pass away—my father doesn't know anything, and when he grows old, he has me."

"Later, both my father and mother passed away, and I was the only one left." He blinked and said with emotion, "So I'm not just proud of Senior Huo Wei—after all, he is my only relative."

Mu Qingjia was taken aback for a moment: {The only one? }

The Huo family is one of the big families in the world of cultivating immortals, how could it be...?

Huo Long misunderstood, and hurriedly explained: "Of course, the master is very good to me, Gu Xiao... Brother is also reasonable, they are all my relatives. I mean, senior Huo Wei is my only 'blood relative'."

Mu Qingjia's heart was shaken and she remained silent.

In my memory, the Huo family, which gathered hundreds of powerful immortal cultivators, just disappeared?Of all Huo Wei's relatives, the only one left is this brat in front of him?

No wonder Huo Wei's personality changed drastically.

"My late father thought he was a mortal all his life, and he spent his whole life peacefully as a mortal." Huo Long continued, "After the master found me, he told me about the Huo family and asked me if I wanted to become a cultivator. I agreed."

"—Master was afraid that I would be wronged because of Senior Huo Wei's reputation, so he asked me if I would like to take her last name." He smiled, "But I refused."

"Slaughtering the power of the 72 demon cultivators in the Northwest by one person, how willful and magnificent. The Immortal League is proud of it, and the flesh and blood of the 72 demon cultivators are enough to comfort the hundreds of heroic souls of my Huo family."

"He is my pride, and I want to be his pride." Huo Long raised his head and said, "I want to tell the world that the Huo family is still alive."

The boy's voice, which was still in the stage of voice change, concealed excitement.The last word fell with a loud voice.Like a stone thrown into a calm lake, the lake is filled with waves.

Mu Qingjia was greatly shocked, but at this moment, a suppressed sob came from the silent tunnel.

He turned his head and saw Huo Long with his face up, trying to hold back the tears back into his eyes, but accidentally blew out a snot bubble.

The heavy atmosphere was lightened, and Mu Qingjia couldn't help tilting her head and laughing.

He thought with a smile that Huo Wei was Huo Long's only blood relative, so this young man was also Huo Wei's only blood relative.

Junior brother probably doesn't know the existence of this child yet.If the younger brother knows that he still has relatives left in the world, he will be very happy.

{When we go out, I'll take you to meet him, how about it? }Mu Qingjia wrote to Huo Long with a smile.

"Wow!" The boy's black eyes lit up with thousands of sparks, he jumped up and grabbed Mu Qingjia's shoulders, he was so excited that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.

As soon as he jumped, the bright light talisman accidentally fell to the ground, and the cave immediately became gloomy.A cold wind with a fishy smell blew from the other side of the cave, making Huo Taki shiver from top to bottom.

Mu Qingjia's heart skipped a beat.

"Bitch|bitch bastard!" A sharp curse suddenly sounded in the cave.

Both of them were stunned, and when they thought it was an auditory hallucination, the gloomy voice sounded again.

"Yes, it's you! Bitch|bitch bastard!"

The voice was one step closer than before.It doesn't seem to be uttered with a human voice, but rather like some beast is pinching its throat to imitate its tongue.