lure way

"Be careful behind you!"

Mu Cunfeng let out a cry, and the phoenix feather whip swung a strong wind, blocking those ghosts, and then quickly slashed them in the middle, knocking them all down from the midair, causing those ghosts to divert their targets, more than a dozen pairs of blood-red The violent eyes stared at him with a "swish".

Has Mu Cunfeng ever seen the terrifying appearance of more than a dozen ghosts showing their fierceness to him?A moment of fear.

The outcome was only a matter of breath, while the Seventh Prince's attention was drawn away by Mu Cunfeng, Ling Mochen kicked the inside of his knee with his powerful long legs, and slapped him a foot away with his palm.

Quickly reacting, he dodges to Mu Cunfeng who is about to be attacked, and decisively deploys the "Resentment Elimination Formation". He recites the mantra silently, and the long sword draws complicated incantations out of thin air. A few feet of golden light came out, and the ghosts that irradiated covered their eyes in pain, knelt down and howled mournfully.

"go!"

Ling Mochen pulled Mu Cunfeng away from the formation, and after he landed safely, he couldn't help but put Mu Cunfeng on his back, and ran quickly with lightness kung fu.

If the "Resentment Removal Formation" fails to eliminate the grievances of those ghosts, they will break free from the formation within half an hour and escape.

Ling Mochen, who had suffered a great loss, no longer tried his best this time. He knew that if he continued to entangle with those ghosts, the consequences would be disastrous.He didn't have the full confidence to subdue more than a dozen ghosts at once, and since Mu Cunfeng was with him, he couldn't take any more risks.

In the gust of wind, Mu Cunfeng lay on Ling Mochen's back, watching under the hazy moonlight, Ling Mochen's hair was blown up by the wind, entangled with his hair.There was a clear breath that belonged exclusively to Ling Mochen in his nose, he smiled unconsciously, in a trance, he felt that this scene seemed to overlap with his dream.

"In the dream, he and Ling Mochen rode together and rode to the end of the world. They became demon exorcisers who frighten the demons and ghosts in this world. "Phoenix Feather Whip" eradicates rape and eliminates evil, and at night..."

Mu Cunfeng couldn't help but wonder, if Ling Mochen loved himself instead of that demon fox?Thinking about it, he fell asleep safely.

When he woke up, there was already a slight light in the sky. He took a closer look, and the plants and trees in front of him were so familiar. Isn't it the border gate of the Mu clan in Huai Ling?

It turned out that Ling Mochen was worried about him acting alone and sent him back himself.

"Furun, let's just leave here, take care..." Ling Mochen patted Mu Cunfeng on the shoulder.

Mu Cunfeng clenched the Xuanbing Token in his hand, nodded, and watched Ling Mochen leave.But I thought in my heart: We will definitely have a chance to meet again.

After traveling for half a day, Ling Mochen arrived at the foot of Bailing Mountain. He raised his head and took a deep look at the towering mountain peak.

The so-called timidity of being close to the hometown, he took a few deep breaths before stepping up the steps.

It was noon at this time, and all fellow disciples should meditate in the Lanling Field, and the entire Bailing Mountain was obviously quiet and serene.Stepping on the last step, Ling Mochen's figure appeared at the end of the square.

"Huh? Senior brother is back!"

Shen Yanran was the first to discover Ling Mochen, sheathed her long sword and went up to him. The other disciples saw Ling Mochen surrounded him excitedly, asking for his health and caring.

Of course there is no lack of sycophants among them. A tall and thin Bailingshan disciple squeezed into the crowd, gave Ling Mochen a thumbs up with admiration, and said:

"Eldest brother is amazing! The demon king who has cultivated for thousands of years was killed by the sword of the elder brother!"

When this disciple mentioned it, other disciples also praised it again and again.Hearing this, Ling Mochen felt like a basin of cold water poured over his head, "What?! He... died?"

"I was pierced by a sword, can I still survive?" the thin and tall disciple asked.

Only then did Ling Mochen feel a little relieved, and thought: It seems that this junior brother is not good at learning, and he doesn't know that the fox demon is at the end of his life and doesn't care.

"Eldest brother! What's wrong with you? Where did you get hurt? How did you make it look like this?"

Seeing Ling Mochen's white clothes stained with blood and his handsome face was haggard, Shen Xi squeezed from the crowd to Ling Mochen's side and asked with concern.

"I'm fine." Ling Mochen replied, his expression was still the same as usual.

Shen Xi twisted his sleeves tightly, bowed his head and said:

"Eldest senior brother, last time, I was bewitched by that wisteria demon, which caused you to be knocked into a coma by that wisteria demon. It was all my fault! Senior senior brother, I..."

Thinking of what Ling Mochen suffered later, Shen Xi's nose was sour, and he couldn't help but shed tears, sobbing softly:

"It's all my fault, senior brother, scold me! If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have suffered so much harm!"

The wisteria demon deceived the girl's love and murdered the girl's favorite. Afterwards, Ling Mochen also wondered which woman was bewitched, but he didn't expect it to be Shen Xi.

In his eyes, Shen Xi was still the tomboy who bullied other male disciples and fled around when they first met. Even her cousin Shen Yanran couldn't discipline her. Except for her master, this girl only listened to her own words.

Thinking of this, Ling Mochen softened his tone and said:

"It's not your fault. The wisteria demon has been cultivated for thousands of years, and you can't resist it. Well, don't cry, go practice your sword."

Shen Xi nodded obediently, and as expected obediently withdrew.

"Everyone leave, don't worry about me."

Ling Mochen's deep gaze followed the bluestone road in the center of the square. There were 99 steps at the end of the bluestone road, and above the steps was the main hall.

In the center of the main hall, Wen Xu sat cross-legged, with his back to the door, his head buried very low.

Today's gloomy weather is brewing a storm, the light in the hall is very dark, only a candle in his hand is burning quietly.Holding candles in his hands as a prayer, for his son who dare not recognize each other, and for his big apprentice who has no face to face.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from behind, and the flame of the candle jumped a few times uncomfortably, burning out the last smear of light, struggling to finally go out, and emitting a white smoke with a burning smell.

Wen Xu's eyes also lost some warmth at the same time, his hoarse voice let out a sigh, and said:

"Mo Chen, I have been waiting for you for a long time as a teacher, and you are finally back."

Wenxu got up, and couldn't help looking at Ling Mochen, whose face was almost similar to Ling Fan's. His eyes became kind, and his thoughts drifted away as he looked out the window at the increasingly dark sky.

Ling Mochen glanced at the candle tears after the burning candle on the ground, and was moved in his heart. He knelt down in front of Wenxu guiltily and said:

"Master, this disciple is wrong, he shouldn't be with demons, he shouldn't be associated with demons."

Ling Mochen bit his lip. He was no longer a competent exorcist. There were so many opportunities for him to kill Gong Loujue, but he didn't do it. Instead, he regretted killing Gong Loujue by mistake.Knowing that this behavior was a big mistake in the eyes of the demon extermination world, he didn't mean to "rehabilitate" and pleaded guilty directly, without asking Wenxu to divorce Gong Loujue for him.

"Silly boy, get up." Wen Xu helped Ling Mochen up, momentarily depressed.At the beginning, he and Gong Loujue decided not to interfere in Ling Mochen's affairs, and signed the bond between Ling Mochen and Gongloujue, so Gongloujue would let Yun Chuxiao go.

He frowned in thought:

But now, Mo Chen has escaped back, will the demon fox keep his promise and let Chu Xiao go?According to the cunning level of that demon fox, it is obviously impossible.If you want Chuxiao to turn the crisis into safety, unless... unless you push Mo Chen to the demon fox again.But since Mo Chen is back, is he still willing to go back to that demon fox?Besides, Mo Chen stabbed the demon fox with a sword, if Mo Chen was sent to the demon fox, would Mo Chen be retaliated against?Or whether the demon fox will hurt him.

"Master?" Ling Mochen called softly, pulling back Wen Xu's thoughts, Wen Xu looked a little dazed, and didn't know how to choose for a while, and couldn't help recalling the past, saying:

"Mochen, do you remember? When you were six years old, you practiced riding and archery in private, but failed to tame the fierce horse and fell off the steep slope.

It was raining again, but fortunately you turned the corner and you were only seven years old at that time!Such a small child is deprived of all happiness by hatred..."

Hearing this, the scene of that year came to Ling Mochen's mind. The first storm in early summer when he was seven years old is still unforgettable to him.

He was thrown off the fierce horse, and his weak body fell heavily down the steep slope. After spinning around for a while, he sank into a dirt pit, and his whole body hurt like bones falling apart.

He wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't move a single finger. The great panic swallowed him like a devil, and he could only look at the dark sky through the thin branches and leaves.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, followed by thunder, and freezing raindrops hit his face unscrupulously. He was a child at that time, and finally couldn't help crying loudly.

In the end, it was Wenxu who saved him, embraced him in his arms and gave him redemption.

If it wasn't for the master's rescue at the beginning, he might not have waited for the demon world to harm him, and his broken legs would have been useless long ago, and the master's kindness to him is so much more than that.

"Ink dust..."

Wenxu called out with trembling lips, with a slumped expression like a traveler on the brink of extinction, but his eyes that had experienced vicissitudes still looked forward to Ling Mochen.

The big disciple and his own flesh and blood, he finally chose... his own flesh and blood.The reason why Ling Mochen's childhood memories were brought back was because he hoped that he could save Chu Xiao based on his old love.