Fire and theft prevention

Day and night.

A few days later, the scene they saw at Huo's house in Liangqu Mountain, even Mu Qingjia, who had experienced the bloody storm of the immortal robbery, did not want to recall it a second time.

Carmine-coloured blood splattered the indigo stone bricks like dark stains.The corpses of 630 people from the whole Huo family and their sideline servants were piled up in the yard. The immortal cultivators who were once spotless were dead now, and countless mosquitoes and flies were sucking their rotting blood and flesh.

Mu Qingjia and Huo Wei found the bodies of Huo Wei's parents, the head of the Huo family and his wife, among the corpses.When it was found, Huo Wei's mother's natal spirit sword was still stuck in the patriarch's chest.

That was not an exception, almost half of the wounds on the clan's body were caused by cannibalism, just like what Huo Ying, who had lost his mind, did to Huo Wei on Mount Gaotu.

There was blood everywhere in the dozens of fortresses. Mu Qingjia followed closely behind his junior brother, thinking that he would collapse for a few times, but Huo Wei still moved forward silently, stepping through puddles of blood with black boots.

Finally, they found the magic energy in the pile of corpses.

The demonic energy came from a female cultivator directly related to the Huo family who was patrolling that day. When the demonic cultivator killed her, she did not use forceful words, but blatantly left the demonic energy in her body, as if to inform the entire world of cultivating immortals and the Huo family. The only remaining son: Come to me for revenge.

Liyan Venerable.

A late-incarnation demon cultivator who can control monks with just words, his strength is only inferior to that of the demon king.

——The extermination enemy of the Huo family.

Mu Qingjia and Huo Wei buried Huo Ying and all the clansmen together. Huo Wei lit the golden flame himself, staring at the blood relatives who were still alive two days ago, and turned into smoke in the flame.

On that day, swarms of golden butterflies came from nowhere, and the warm wind from the golden wings blew the ashes away into the distance.

The extermination of the Huo family shocked the entire world of cultivating immortals, but that was just the beginning.Soon, various immortal cultivating families were attacked by demon cultivators one after another, and a long-planned attack kicked off.

The two most powerful masters in the late stage of the Demon Lord under Mozun, one is "Honor Liyan" Meng Ji, and the other is "Honor Haoyan" Du Yuan. Both of them have won consecutive battles and have never lost. Contaminated with the blood of countless immortal cultivators.

When Mu Qingjia and Huo Wei set foot on the road back to Mount Gaotu, rumors about them were already spreading in the comprehension world, and the panic of demon cultivators' invasion spread across the land of Kyushu.

The night shrouded the vast wasteland of Yongzhou, the stars and the moon were dim, and the night was low.Thin snow fell on the wilderness, and black, white and gray were mixed together, making it hard to distinguish.

They sat together under the lone tree, meditating and resting, replenishing spiritual energy for the next journey.

The light reflected by the thin snow was not enough to disperse the shadows. In the darkness, Huo Wei said lightly: "Why do you think mother killed father?"

Mu Qingjia paused, and said: "That's not what she wanted, she was just controlled by Moxiu."

"The one that makes parents kill each other is called Power Words." Huo Weidao, "Power Words can see through the cracks in the state of mind, break through the state of mind, and control the mind."

Therefore, the rift between them may have existed for a long time, and it was finally catalyzed by the power words technique that brought evil results.

He didn't say what he said next, but Mu Qingjia understood what he meant.

"Your father and mother have been in love for a long time, maybe Moxiu took advantage of other rifts, and did so just to restrain your father." Mu Qingjia comforted, "Besides, people's emotions are complicated and changeable, and love and hate are born together. Rong, it’s there.”

Huo Wei was still staring down at the wasteland under his feet, he shook his head imperceptibly, as if he had heard his words, or he didn't.

"That crack is me." He said suddenly.

"What?" Mu Qing Jiawan didn't expect him to say that, and hurriedly said, "A Wei, don't blame yourself for all the mistakes..."

"That crack is me." Huo Wei repeated.

"Since I was found out to be a waste spirit root, the smile in my mother's eyes was gone, and only sadness was left. Then I practiced swordsmanship with my master, and I did it my own way. My father agreed with my decision, but my mother disagreed, and she cried every day. Wash your face."

He clenched his sword-holding right hand into a fist, slowly pressed it on his heart, and stared at Mu Qingjia.

"You saw it." Huo Wei said indifferently, "Her tears were only shed for me. The rift between her and father arose because of my birth."

He clenched his fist in the chest and pressed down. "That crack has always been me."

Mu Qing Jiashanger found that Huo Wei's clenched fist was very similar to using a sword, as if he was holding an invisible sword in his hand, and was stabbed into the heart by himself.

"If there were only elder brothers and younger sisters." Huo Wei's black pupils were bottomless, "then all this would not have happened."

Mu Qingjia tremblingly caressed the hand on his heart, and clenched it tightly, the touch was icy cold.

"Qing Jia, maybe..." he said, "I shouldn't exist."

"No!" Mu Qingjia yelled, but found that Huo Wei's lips did not move. The words just now were just his imagination.

That loud shout released the fear that was blocked in his heart, Mu Qingjia tried his best to hold Huo Wei's broad shoulders in his arms, using his own body temperature to dispel the coldness of the other party.

He clenched his hand a little more tightly, and stuffed his hand into Huo Wei's palm, as if this could replace the sharp sword that stabbed his junior, so that he would no longer blame himself.

"I appreciate your existence... I need you." He said incoherently, "Everyone in Gaotu Mountain needs you. So don't..."

The stinging pain deposited in Huo Wei's heart subsided a bit, he let go of the hand on his heart, and gently embraced Mu Qingjia with that hand.

"Understood." He said, "Don't be sad."

Two days later, in Gaotu Mountain.

"Master left me something before ascending." Huo Wei stood on the edge of the cliff, looking into the misty distance.

Mu Qingjia who was behind him choked, lowered his eyes and said, "He said that you are not allowed to use it unless you have to."

"It's already here." Huo Wei said, "I must kill Venerable Liyan with my own hands. I have no other choice but to wash the spirit grass."

Mu Qingjia wrapped his arms around his waist from behind, and gently leaned against his shoulders and neck.He didn't lock his arms tightly, leaving Huo Wei plenty of leeway, but his own hands were clenched blue and white.

He felt what Huo Wei was about to lose, but he also knew that he was powerless to retrieve it.

"Qingjia." Huo Wei held his hand with a cold palm, "I need strength."

Mu Qingjia knew in his heart that at least for now, what his junior brother needed was the power to take revenge, not his embrace.

So he let go.

"I'm going out of the mountain." He smiled slightly, and slowly backed away, "Come back and bring you some chestnut candies."

Huo Wei finally did not turn his head to say goodbye to him, but only took the vast sea of ​​clouds into his eyes.

After leaving Gaotu Mountain, Mu Qingjia changed his name and surname, and went to Fuyu Waterside Pavilion after changing his appearance.Perhaps it has something to do with Lovebird's characteristics. His memory is not very clear alone, and time and space are folded and shortened. Only at the same time as Huo Weiyi can he really go back to the past.

When Mu Qingjia returned to Mount Gaotu, he lacked a jade slip that recorded the "Fuling Transcript", but he had one more piece of the most detailed information about Venerable Liyan.

He felt that there was hope in his heart, and when he went to look for Huo Wei with a smile on his face, he encountered a cold enchantment circle at his junior disciple's cave.

The time in the memory jumped quickly, and Mu Qingjia couldn't tell how long it had passed. When the slight sound of footsteps reached his ears and woke him up from the practice, the pastry in the box had already rotted.

He only glanced at the box, and Huo Wei noticed it, sitting cross-legged across from him, and opened the pastry box.

No need to get close, Mu Qingjia knew that his junior had finally washed away the water spirit root and chose the fire spirit root with the power of destruction.

Looking at this familiar yet unfamiliar junior, he didn't know what to say for a while, but when the other party picked up a piece of chestnut candy and put it in his mouth, he said: "It's broken, don't eat it."

Huo Wei was speechless, chewed and ate half of one, then stood up, the dark butterfly sword on his waist shaking slightly.

"I still need to retreat." Huo Wei said in a hoarse voice, "The period of becoming a god is approaching."

His once clear and clear voice was gone, only a fiery deep and hoarse voice remained.The fire that had been suppressed by Shui Lingen for 26 years will burn in his meridians, and the change in his voice is just the tip of the iceberg.

Mu Qingjia raised her head and said, "Even if it's time to transform into a god, what will happen to you?"

"Go to Prison Law Mountain and kill Venerable Liyan." Huo Wei said without emotion.

Mu Qingjia suppressed her smile, stood up, and looked at him.

"Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge." He looked at the other party seriously, "Master, your parents, brothers and sisters, would not want you to go."

"You don't understand." Huo Wei's eyes were bloodshot, "I have to go."

"Awei, think about it calmly," Mu Qingjia's voice raised a little, "so what if you go? The head of the Mei family in the late stage of incarnation has all died in his hands. Even if you break through, you are only in the early stage of transformation, so how can you beat him?" he?"

"Meizhi is just a waste of fame." Huo Wei said.

Mu Qingjia was anxious, and put one hand on his shoulder: "Awei, listen, I already have some ideas on how to deal with this person. As long as we practice for another three to five years, we will have a chance..."

"You don't understand, I can't wait any longer!" Huo Wei grabbed his wrist angrily, "My blood burns day and night, those ghosts who have the same blood as me but died tragically at the hands of Mo Xiu , They are waiting for me to avenge them!"

This was the first time Huo Wei was fierce to Mu Qingjia, and the manic fire aura hit his face.This was also the first time that Mu Qingjia felt the existence of deterrence from his junior brother.

The scourge of washing the spirit grass on his mind has already begun to appear.

Mu Qingjia withdrew her sore arm, still staring at him without dodging.

However, Huo Wei burst into anger, and did not realize that his behavior was inappropriate.His sword-like eyebrows stood upright, his eye sockets were red, and a golden flame faintly flashed in his black pupils.

"Looking at the world of cultivating immortals, among those great powers in the later stage of incarnation, the top [-] or even the top [-] in the mystery list, which one would dare to let the stable mountain master not do it, and risk his life to go deep into the demon world to kill demons and slay demons!?"

He anxiously drew the Butterfly Sword repeatedly.

"Let's not talk about the benefits you and I will have in three to five years. If we wait for three to five years in vain, how many people will lose their lives under his hands just like my parents, brothers and sisters!?"

He was furious, but Mu Qingjia calmed down, holding his hand behind his back, feeling the unprecedented scorching heat from his skin.

"Even if it's for me, for the sake of my brother and sister and your little disciple, you shouldn't die so hastily." He said gently and seriously, "Awei. This time you will obediently listen to your brother, right?"

Mu Qingjia's amber eyes were like a pool of autumn water, washing away Huo Wei's anger.He gradually realized his gaffe, and dodged his hand, astonishment and self-blame flashed across his eyes.

"Sorry." He closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, as if controlling himself, his arms were tightly bound.

"It's okay." Mu Qingjia said gently.

"Sorry." Huo Wei said again.

The smile on Mu Qingjia's lips completely disappeared, and she didn't answer.After Huo Wei left, he quietly ate all the pastries in the box, together with the remaining half of his junior brother.

Xianxiu is good at this, no matter how much he eats, he won't die from poison.He thought wildly.

After that, Mu Qingjia didn't see Huo Weiyi for several months.One reason is that both of them are tired of research and cultivation, and the other reason is that they can't convince each other even if they meet each other, so they have nothing to talk about, so it's better not to see each other.

Cracks grew secretly, and Mu Qingjia often soaked in the book library left by his master for more than ten days in a row, drawing and drawing the rune magic circle in his hand, and the owner of that hand was so tired that he fell to the ground and fell asleep.In the early morning of the next day, I wake up to the sound of birdsong, and the cycle repeats.

Until that night, in the darkness of total silence, someone pressed him on the pine floor of the library, kissed his brows, eyes and temples passionately, occupied his lips, occupied his pain and happiness, and occupied his whole heart and soul.

It was the first time, but it also seemed like... the last time.

That's why it's so intense and crazy, as if it's a lifelong longing.

Outside the window was covered with snow on the top of the mountain, Mu Qingjia lay lazily on the yellow paper scrolls all over the floor, smelling the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus in the air, and sighed inwardly.

Arvina idiot.How could he not be aware of being so impatient and frivolous to others?How could he not know that the younger brother has broken through the Nascent Soul and stepped into the Transformation God, and the parting is tomorrow?

It was a farewell kiss.

So in the early morning of the next day, Mu Qingjia unhurriedly took out the fairy robes of ordinary casual cultivators, smoked them with bad folk fragrance, changed his voice and appearance, and followed Huo Wei's trail to the border of Kyushu in the northwest.

As he expected, Huo Wei took all his belongings with him when he left, including the pair of golden butterflies that Mu Qingjia gave him when he was young, but he forgot to bring Mu Qingjia himself.

But what he didn't know was that the pair of golden butterflies were not puppets, but the product of Mu Qingjia's initial failed attempt to possess spirits, and a strand of his primordial spirit remained in them.And the sub-soul can be connected with the main soul, so Mu Qingjia naturally knows the location of King Die.

Therefore, no matter where Huo Wei goes, as long as he is not willing to abandon the pair of golden butterflies, Mu Qingjia will always know where he is.

After passing Sanwei Mountain and exiting Kyushu, it is the territory where the demon cultivators have been occupying all the year round.The cold wind howled, and the dry storm took away all the water vapor, crying among the jagged rocks.

When he was on the border of the Fashan Mountain, there was a snowy knife blowing all over the sky, which penetrated into the flesh and made the bones feel cold.

Mu Qingjia watched with his own eyes that Huo Wei used tricks to distract most of the subordinates of Venerable Liyan Mengji, and led him and three attendants to the deserted ice field.

Flame light suddenly appeared in the wind and snow, and a sword pierced the back of the burly demon cultivator.

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OOC Small Theater:

Mu Qingjia: Scumbag 419, it's time to hit him.

Huo Wei (wronged): Nothing substantial... It's as if I'm really taking advantage of you.

Mu Qingjia: Not convinced?

Huo Wei: My fault, brother, don't be angry.

In fact, this kiss was the spicy one that Mu Qingjia recalled in advance.Double first kiss hahahaha!

The principle of waste spirit root is probably to boil water in a paper pot.Fire is the root of fire, water is the root of water, and paper is Huo Wei's body.Originally, under the action of double swords, water and fire can form a delicate balance, but the cultivation is slow and the two kinds of spiritual energy cannot be used in conjunction with each other in the fighting method.

After washing the spirit grass, it is like taking away the water abruptly, so the fire will burn the layer of paper, which will change the character to a certain extent and cause damage to the body.