Ancestor of Magic

Mu Fengchen stared at him for a moment before saying: "Although you are awake, you still need some medicine, otherwise, your body will not recover in a short time, so I have to go out for a while, you just wait!"

Mu Fengchen turned around and was about to leave, but Bai Mohan stood up nervously, "Where are you going?"

"Ah!" Because he stood up too fast, he sat down again in pain.

Mu Fengchen turned his head, his eyes darkened for a moment, but he ignored him and was about to leave with big strides.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he took a step, Bai Mohan pulled Mu Fengchen into his arms with a quick step regardless of the pain all over his body.

Mu Fengchen was shocked by his move, his eyes were full of surprise, but it was only for a moment, and he immediately returned to his original appearance.

"What are you doing?" Mu Fengchen said flatly.

"Mu Fengchen, isn't it just that he is short of a medicine that heals slowly? I don't care." Bai Mohan said, using even more strength in his hands.

Seeing that he didn't intend to let go and walk away, Mu Fengchen turned his head, and a silver needle on his fingertip directly pierced Bai Mohan's neck, making him fall asleep directly.

After helping him to lie down, Mu Fengchen resolutely walked out, flew directly with the sword, and soon fell into a sea of ​​red.

Zhong Chen, who was in his sleep, woke up immediately, because Feng Yu Xuan never made any noise, so Zhong Chen could hear every sound clearly.

But when he got up to listen, there was no sound at all, when he thought he was hallucinating and was about to lie down again.

"Get lost." Yin Qianshang roared angrily.

Zhong Chen got up immediately, came to Yin Qianshang's room, and said worriedly: "Master, are you okay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was opened, and Mu Fengchen walked out from inside.

Zhong Chen immediately drew his sword and pointed at Mu Fengchen, "Who are you?"

But Mu Fengchen wanted to lose his soul, without saying a word, he walked down the steps step by step in a daze, and suddenly fell to his knees, spat out a mouthful of blood from his mouth.

Seeing this, Zhong Chen didn't know what to do. At this moment, Yin Qianshang came out of the room, holding a snow-white fur cloak in his hand.

He raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief, smiled helplessly, then walked towards Mu Fengchen, and gently put the cloak on his body.

With eyes full of tenderness, he stared straight at Mu Fengchen, and said softly: "Winter is coming, and the weather is gradually cooling down."

Mu Fengchen turned his head, looked at Yin Qianshang, stood up slowly, turned around and walked outside without saying a word.

Looking at the back of that person going away, Yin Qianshang said: "Zhongchen, tell me, with a cold heart, what should I do to warm her up?"

For such a hurt Yin Qianshang, Zhong Chen didn't know what to do for a while, because he never knew how to comfort others.

Yin Qianshang turned his head, looked at Zhong Chen who was staring at him silently, with the corners of his mouth raised, and smiled slightly, "Go back and rest!"

The moment he was about to close the door, Zhong Chen pushed the door and Yin Qianshang stared at him.

Zhong Chen lowered his head, raised his head after a long while, stared at Yin Qianshang, and couldn't say anything, his subordinates slowly put down Yin Qianshang's door, and gradually closed the door between the two of them. , separated by a door, but like a gap that cannot be crossed.

Mu Fengchen, who got the medicine from Yin Qianshang, quickly returned to the cave. At that time, Bai Mohan had already woken up, sat on the stone bench, and just stared at Mu Fengchen when he came back. Bloodshot.

Mu Fengchen stepped forward, "Take it! After taking this medicine, your injury will be healed, and you can go back to practice."

Looking at the blood stains on Mu Fengchen's white clothes, Bai Mohan directly knocked down the medicine bottle in his hand, and stared at Mu Fengchen very angrily.

Mu Fengchen withdrew his hand, looked at the medicine bottle that fell on the ground, turned his back to Bai Mohan and said, "I brought this medicine, you can take it if you want, it doesn't matter if you don't, I saved you once My name, now, you also saved my life, from now on, you and I owe nothing."

"Mu Fengchen? Do you hate me that much?" Bai Mohan lowered his eyes.

"No." Mu Fengchen said indifferently.

"Since not, then why do you always drive me away, trying to break up with me over and over again?" Bai Mohan asked a little angrily.

"You and I have nothing to do with each other, so how can we talk about it?" Mu Fengchen's tone was indifferent, as if he really didn't care at all.

"Yin Qianshang, who is it?" Bai Mohan asked a little disappointed.

Mu Fengchen turned his head in surprise, looked at Bai Mohan, and asked doubtfully, "How do you know him?"

Bai Mohan stood up, and said with sad eyes: "I used to pass by your room, and I heard you call his name in a dream."

"It has nothing to do with you." Mu Fengchen left after saying that.

"Ning Luoxi." Bai Mohan roared forcefully, causing Mu Fengchen to stop.

Hearing that Bai Mohan regarded himself as another person, Mu Fengchen's hand hidden in the cloak was already clenched into a fist, and he pinched into his own flesh forcefully.

But his tone was still the same as before, without a trace of emotion, "No matter who you mistook me for, I am Mu Fengchen, not Ning Luoxi."

Mu Fengchen's words made Bai Mohan slump on the ground as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, watching his back and disappearing from his sight.

He raised his head and laughed, tears rolled down his eyes, "Yes! Mu Fengchen is Mu Fengchen, it is impossible to become Ning Luoxi, Ning Luoxi cares most about Bai Mohan, and Mu Feng Chen cares most about other people."

The wry smile on the corner of Bai Mohan's mouth, laughed away the thousand years of loneliness and the vicissitudes of the world.

In the early morning, Zhong Chen, who hadn't slept all night, came out of the room and looked at Yin Qianshang who was still getting drunk in the pavilion. He went straight up and snatched his wine bottle.

"Don't drink, alcohol will hurt you too much."

Yin Qianshang got up and smiled, "You don't understand, "A thousand cups of wine is too small for a bosom friend, and no matter how much you drink, it's not too much."

Seeing that Zhong Chen didn't speak, Yin Qianshang got up and staggered to the side of the piano.

"A Song of Red Dust, Thoughts of the Wind Rises."

"Raise your glass and ask when the moon will return."

"The sound of silence echoes people."

"Only drunk in a cup for a thousand years."

After Yin Qianshang finished speaking, he smiled helplessly.

In the next second, he said in a high voice: "It's easy to get drunk from wine, and easy to wake up from dreams. It's better to sing a song of mortals, dance to the city, like bathing in the breeze, and wait for a good day."

""Red Dust" is his favorite song. He always said that the world of mortals has wind and rain, afternoon sunsets, charming women, and sweet and delicious food. It is really a good place to go." Yin Qianshang was playing the piano while talking, but his eyes were slightly red.

"Then has he gone?" Zhong Chen asked.

"I have gone, and every time he comes back, he will tell me a lot of interesting things and bring a lot of fine wine. Look, he found the flowers all over the ground for me. Isn't it beautiful?" Yin Qianshang said , with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Beautiful." Zhong Chen replied concisely.