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Mu Zhi was about to fall asleep at first, but when he heard such a sentence, he felt as if cold water had been splashed all over his head, and he lost all sleepiness.

He thought that in Xianzun's heart, he was more important than Lu Shanyue.

But why, ask him to give up Lu Shanyue?

Obviously lying in the quilt, but Muzhi didn't feel any warmth at all, his hands and feet were cold, his throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he made a fragmentary sound with difficulty: "... let, let let him?"

The bed curtain swayed slightly.

Gu Lingyun sat in front of the window, lowered his head slightly, the outline of his jaw looked a little cold and indifferent.

Obviously the two are so close that they can be touched by reaching out, but Mu Zhi feels that Gu Lingyun is far away in the clouds, unreachable.

"Yes." Gu Lingyun's voice was calm, and he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with his words, "It's not a big deal, just let him go."

Mu Zhi's fingers gripped the quilt tightly, and because of too much force, an obvious blue vein appeared on the back of his fair hand.

He stared blankly at Gu Lingyun, as if he had lost the ability to understand language, so he could only repeat weakly: "Isn't it... a big deal?"

Is such that.

In Gu Lingyun's view, his singing voice is not important, it is not important that he was framed, and it is not important that he has been ill for so many days.

So what is important?

Mu Zhi couldn't figure it out, his eyes became hazy, and even his temples felt aching.

Gu Lingyun looked down.

The young man huddled under the quilt, his crow-blue hair was messy, his eyes were round and moist, and the tip of his nose was still red.

This appearance is very pitiful, it seems that the next moment is going to cry.

I don't know when it started, the little bird turned into such a pitiful and resentful appearance, which is really unpleasant.

Gu Lingyun stretched out his hand, and gently brushed the broken hair on Mu Zhi's forehead: "Okay, Mu Zhi." His movements were gentle, but his words were cruel, "Be good."

Mu Zhi finally had a reaction, sobbing softly: "I, I have always been good..."

He is not bad.

He has always listened to Xianzun's words.

From the very beginning, Mu Zhi never thought of provoking Lu Shanyue, it was Lu Shanyue who provoked him, targeted him, and made everyone hate him.

However, no one believed him, everyone was leaning towards Lu Shanyue, even the Immortal Venerable.

Mu Zhi could not stop trembling.

I don't know if it's because of the cold, or because of the words just now.

Gu Lingyun frowned slightly, taking this expression as reluctance.

Gu Lingyun didn't know where the conflict between Lu Shanyue and Mu Zhi came from, but it wasn't a big deal, so there was no need to waste effort to understand it.

In his logic, since there is a conflict between the two sides, it can be resolved by letting one of them back down.

As for who to give in?

This is not a difficult question.

Lu Shanyue has been weak and sick since he was a child, and the disciples of the same generation in the sect will subconsciously love and pamper him, so as not to let him suffer any grievances.As his senior brother, Gu Lingyun is like a teacher like a leader, so he needs to take care of him a lot.

Besides, even if Lu Shanyue was allowed to give in, it probably wouldn't be effective.

And Mu Zhi... From Gu Lingyun's point of view, Mu Zhi will become his Taoist companion and the master of Changming Peak in the future, so he should naturally be generous and generous, and he cannot be as fussy as Lu Shanyue.

Anyway, it's just some trivial matters, and it will be fine when Lu Shanyue moves out of Changming Peak.

He didn't understand why Mu Zhi reacted so strongly.Probably the little bird's character is so capricious and ignorant.

Thinking of this, Gu Lingyun's brows and eyes were stern, he raised his voice slightly, and asked again: "Did you hear what I said?"

Mu Zhi shuddered, bit his lips tightly, and remained silent.

Xu Shi bit too hard, a bloody smell filled the air, and his mouth felt bitter.But compared with the sadness in my heart, this sting is nothing.

Gu Lingyun waited for a while, but couldn't wait for an affirmative answer, and lowered his eyes and said, "Mu Zhi, don't upset me."

Mu Zhi was in a daze for a moment, thinking: Is it really my fault?

Gu Lingyun saw that Mu Zhi bit his lips and did not make a sound, so he stretched out his hand to hold his cheek, and inserted his thumb between his lips and teeth: "Let go, talk."

Mu Zhi ignored it and bit it down.

Gu Lingyun's eyelids twitched, and within a moment, his thumb was dripping with blood.

Mu Zhi tasted a strong bloody smell, and just realized what he bit into something, and quickly let go of his mouth.

He felt apprehensive and whispered, "I'm sorry..."

Gu Lingyun withdrew his hand, a deep gum had been left on the pulp of his finger, he rubbed the wound with his ring finger, as if it was normal.

The wind and snow fell outside the window, making the surroundings extraordinarily quiet.

"Okay." Gu Lingyun didn't seem to feel the pain, his eyes were calm, "Stop making trouble."

Mu Zhi seemed to understand something, and really calmed down.He lost his mind, his face was bloodless, only a smear of blood on his lips was bright red.After a while, he said in a daze, "I won't make trouble anymore."

Gu Lingyun met Mu Zhi's gaze, and said calmly, "It's good to know."

Mu Zhi's eyelashes trembled, and he gave a soft "hmm".

Seeing that the little bird was in a trance, Gu Lingyun stretched out his fingers and touched the hot skin.

Forget it, I'm still sick, so it's okay to be self-willed.

Now that he is obedient and quiet, Gu Lingyun is not too harsh, and lowers his voice: "Okay, go to sleep and have a good rest."

Mu Zhi obediently closed her eyes, and after a while, her breathing gradually became steady.His expression was calm, as if he was asleep.

Gu Lingyun's eyes fell.

The little bird fell asleep peacefully, with well-behaved eyebrows and fair skin, cute and pitiful.

It's better like this.

She is well-behaved, docile and obedient, more worry-free than when she was awake.

Gu Lingyun stared at it for a moment, reached out and touched the top of the little bird's head, got up and walked out.

The moment the figure disappeared, Mu Zhi, who had been asleep, opened his eyes silently, staring blankly at the curtain above.

What happened just now lingered in his mind bit by bit.

From despair to hope, and from hope to disappointment.

Whenever he was about to give up, he would give him some sweets, but such sweets always made him forget the pain and made him work hard to become what Gu Lingyun wanted.

In that case, he was wrong.

If it's not his fault, then why is everyone blaming him?

Even Xianzun is like this.

Mu Zhi thought dumbly: He was indeed wrong.

As long as he admits that he was wrong, as long as he makes concessions to Lu Shanyue, Xianzun will be satisfied.

None of this matters.

As long as Xianzun still likes him, that's fine, nothing else matters.

Mu Zhi's illness lasted for a long time.

It may be that no one took good care of him, he had good times and bad times, and half of the time he was in a state of confusion.

It lasted until the ice and snow on the top of Changming Peak melted, and the spring began to appear, and his body and bones got better.It's just that it seems to have recovered as before, but there are still some roots of the disease inevitably left in the dark.

For example, Mu Zhi is more afraid of the cold than before, and has to put on a thick plush cloak when he goes out; for another example, his spirit quickly sank, and his raven-blue hair was as smooth as satin, but now But lost its color, yellow and dry.

Mu Zhi touched the hair on his shoulders, feeling a little lost.

His original form is a nameless bird, the feathers are bright golden red, and when he spreads his wings, he looks like a flame burning, bright and moving.

When he was in Wutong Township, he was the brightest color in the mountains and forests.

But now his hair is withered and yellow, if he becomes his original shape, his feathers may not be bright.With this appearance, if you enter the flock of birds, you will be disgusted.

Mu Zhi had fun while suffering.

Fortunately, the Immortal Venerable doesn't like him turning into his original form, as long as the Immortal Venerable doesn't dislike it.

It has been a long time since the trip to the secret realm, and the sadness and sadness have gradually faded and become no longer so vivid.

Mu Zhi stayed in Changming Peak all the time, never met Li Siyuan and others, and never saw Lu Shanyue again, even the little boy who bullied him was expelled.

Changming Peak was cold and lonely, obviously without shackles, but it was like an exquisite birdcage, trapping him in it, unable to leave an inch.

However, there are gains and losses. After "stop making trouble", the relationship between Mu Zhi and Gu Lingyun has become much closer.

If Gu Lingyun came back when he was free, Mu Zhi would obediently lie on his lap, and be gently stroked on the top of his head, repeatedly.

When feeling this warmth, it always makes Mu Zhi feel that he is loved, which makes him miss him even more.

But such happy times are short-lived and rare.

Most of the time, Mu Zhi stayed alone on Changming Peak, keeping silent, looking at the sky and wondering what he was thinking.

Just as Mu Zhi was lost in thought, a loud cry suddenly came from above.

He looked up.

A white shadow flitted across the sky, and after gracefully drawing a perfect arc, it landed gently on the top of the mountain.

Mu Zhi took a closer look, and after seeing the person coming, a rare smile appeared on his face.He waved and said hello: "Uncle Xianhe!"

The crane stretched its neck, flapped its wings, and landed next to Mu Zhi.

Mu Zhi leaned over and asked curiously, "Uncle Xianhe, why are you here?"

The crane looked at Mu Zhi with tolerant and loving eyes, stretched out its wings, and patted his shoulder with one wing.

It was probably expressing that it hadn't seen Mu Zhi for a long time, and was worried about something, so it came to Changming Peak to have a look.

Mu Zhi felt the body temperature of Xianhe's body, and his nose turned sore: "Uncle Xianhe, I'm fine. It's just that too many things have happened recently, and I don't even have time to come to you..."

Xianhe tilted his head, as if asking: What happened?

It was deserted and lonely on Changming Peak.

Mu Zhi had nowhere to confide his troubles, and now being asked this question, he poured out all the troubles and confusion in his heart like pouring beans.

Why is the human mind so difficult to understand?

Why doesn't anyone like him when he hasn't done a single bad thing?

Why……

The more Mu Zhi spoke, the more sad she became, she lowered her head and said nothing more.

Xianhe's cultivation base is low, he didn't even refine the bone in his throat, and he couldn't respond to Mu Zhi's words, so he could only listen quietly.

Seeing that Mu Zhi stopped talking, it gently held the child in its arms, as if it was comforting or worried.

Mu Zhi raised his head with a smile on his face: "Uncle Xianhe, thank you, I'm much better." He said casually, "It's all in the past, it's not important anymore!"

He was obviously still sad, but in order not to worry Xianhe, he forced himself to laugh.

Xianhe saw it, but didn't expose it.It stood up and walked towards the path ahead.Halfway there, he turned his head and waited for Mu Zhi to follow, as if he wanted to take Mu Zhi to a place.

Mu Zhi was puzzled: "Where are you taking me?"

The crane flapped its wings and pointed forward.

Mu Zhi tightened his cloak and followed.

Under the leadership of Xian He, after Mu Zhi walked through a piece of rugged rocks, the front suddenly opened up, and an empty mountain appeared.There is also a small sapling planted in the middle of the mountain.

Mu Zhi trotted over: "Ah...it's a sycamore tree!"

This sycamore tree was transplanted by him, and it was supposed to take good care of it, but too many things happened in the middle, causing him to forget it.

Changming Peak is not suitable for the growth of sycamore trees. After a winter, the saplings not only did not grow much, but also became thin.

Mu Zhi stretched out his hand to touch the withered branches, feeling guilty in his heart, and said seriously: "I'm sorry, I forgot about you..."

The sycamore tree rustled, as if to say "it doesn't matter".

Mu Zhi raised his right hand, condensed a wave of golden-red aura, and poured it into the sapling.

A little bit of golden light fell.

The branches of the sycamore tree are ostentatious. After absorbing the spiritual energy, it stretches its branches upward, and grows when it sees the wind.

But within a quarter of an hour, the height of the sycamore tree has surpassed that of Mu Zhi, and it is still growing upwards.

Mu Zhi stood on tiptoe and patted the plane tree: "That's all right."

The branches of the sycamore tree are full of leaves, like a small cloud of fire, casting a shadow.

Due to too much spiritual energy consumption, Mu Zhi was a little weak, but there was still a sincere smile on his face: "Uncle Xianhe, look how good it looks."

The crane stood on one side, gently rubbed Mu Zhi with his forehead, and let out a low cry, as if to remind him of something.

Mu Zhi understood what the crane meant, and tilted his head: "Building a nest... yes, it's going to be built on a sycamore tree."

In Wutong Township, there is such a custom.

It means that the newlyweds will build a nest on the sycamore tree and ask for the blessing of the phoenix, so that in the spring of the coming year there will be many children and grandchildren.

Winter is almost over.

When spring comes, he will become a Taoist couple with Xianzun.

Before that, build a beautiful nest.

When Mu Zhi found something to do and had a clear goal, he temporarily forgot all the sad things and became busy and happy.

Only occasionally when he wanted to sing aloud did he suddenly remember the suffering he had suffered.

However, these things are no longer important.

Nest building is a bird's nature and innate ability.

It took Mu Zhi a while to pick up branches from everywhere, and built a simple prototype on the plane tree.

Seeing that the nest was about to be built, he encountered another problem: "There are no gems."

Xianhe looked over suspiciously.

Mu Zhi gestured with both hands: "That's right, it needs to be decorated with shiny gems to look good!" He lowered his head, "But all my gems are left in Wutong Township, and I didn't bring them here, so I can't build a beautiful nest gone."

The crane croaked.

Mu Zhi stared at almond-like eyes: "Uncle Xianhe, do you think you will help me go out to find gems?"

Crane nodded.

Mu Zhi put his hands together and smiled: "Then trouble Uncle Xianhe!"

The crane had seen those beautiful golden stones, so it flapped its wings and flew out. After circling in mid-air, it determined the direction of the stone.

Just as it was about to fly towards the place in its memory, it suddenly glimpsed a ray of bright streamer emerging from below.

The crane hesitated for a moment, but still folded its wings and swooped down.

Different from the cold Changming Peak, it is covered with Yushu Qionghua, which is full of fairy spirit and warm like spring.

The crane took two steps on its long legs, and found a beautiful stone that radiated light in the grass.

The cut surface of the stone is complete, reflecting the colorful streamer, which seems to be of great value.

However, upon closer inspection, it was covered with mud and fell into the wild, as if it was an unowned object.

The crane waited at the side for a long time, but no one came looking for it, so it picked up the gem and flew back towards the top of the mountain.

It handed the gem to Muzhi.

Mu Zhi waited for a long time, and when he saw Xianhe came back, he showed surprise on his face: "Uncle Xianhe, is this the gem you found?"

Xianhe nodded reservedly.

Mu Zhi held up the gem and sent it to mid-air.

It was the most beautiful jewel he had ever seen, radiant and sparkling.

"It's so beautiful." Mu Zhi's eyes lit up, and he said happily, "Uncle Xianhe, thank you, I will definitely build the most beautiful nest!"

Mu Zhi held the gem and carefully placed it in the bird's nest.Under the sunlight, the gems quietly exude a fluorescent light, which makes the bird's nest exquisite and beautiful.

Mu Zhi admired it for a while, full of joy: "It's so beautiful, Immortal Venerable will definitely like it."

The crane gave a low groan, as if agreeing.