cold moon

Yulin Mountain is a steep mountain with hundreds of miles of peaks, towering ancient trees, many birds and beasts, and often shrouded in mist. For thousands of years, the villagers at the foot of the mountain have spread word of mouth that there are immortals on the mountain. Go deep into the forest, so as not to provoke the wrath of the immortals.

A hundred years ago, some people did not believe it and insisted on entering the deep mountain. The villagers burned incense at the foot of the mountain to worship. They saw that it was clear and clear, but there was a thick white fog rising from the mountain, which made people invisible. The melodious chirping sound scared everyone to bow down.

Half a day later, the people who first entered the mountain slowly drifted out of the mountain along with the small river flowing through the mountain village. After being rescued, all of them changed their faces greatly, calling out that there were ghosts in the mountain. The mage was also ashamed and helpless even after getting it.

Until one day, a young white-haired Taoist suddenly appeared, saying that there are no ghosts in the mountains, but the natural beasts are here as their home, as long as they don't go deep into the mountains and disturb its purity, they will never hurt people .

Since then, Yulin Mountain has become even more mysterious. The villagers who have lived here for generations rely on the small river flowing through the village and the fruit trees at the foot of the mountain. Don't let others go deep. If things go on like this, the forest in Yulin Shanzhong will become deeper and denser, making it more mysterious.

In the deep woods, occasionally a bird sings, making the forest even more serene.

A blood-stained hand brushed away the grass, and a man in white with disheveled hair stumbled and leaned against an old tree, clutching his chest and coughing fiercely twice, the crimson blood dripped from the cracks between his fingers covering the wound tightly. Seeps to the ground, staining the mountain woodland red.

He was Fang Ziyu who had escaped from death. He tossed in the river and came to the foot of Yulin Mountain. However, he met another group of pursuers. He tried his best to resist and finally fled into the mountain.

Now he even feels a little dazed when he breathes, as if he is dead, but his body is still moving, and his soul has not been taken away from his body.

Are you going to die here...

Not reconciled...

Fang Ziyu took a weak step forward and fell to the ground.

It was hard to escape...

But to die in this mountain...

not reconciled...

who will...

help me……

He closed his eyes slowly and feebly, he only felt very cold, the coldness in his body, the coldness in his heart, it seemed that it had reached the point where even his soul would be frozen...

If I close my eyes like this, I won't be able to wake up again...

Like a horse walking in his mind, the forgotten past in those past years became extremely clear.

The gentle and loving mother, the strict and honest father, and even the pot of jasmine in the hands of the gardener at home are so nostalgic...

It's just that everything doesn't exist now...

Why……

why!

Why am I a Pojun?

Why do you say I am rebellious?

Fang Ziyu vomited a mouthful of blood, his breath was weak, his eyes were in a trance, all kinds of colors mixed together...

Just like that, dying in the mountains...

It can be regarded as giving animals a full stomach...

It's just that I can't be reconciled...

Just before Fang Ziyu lost consciousness, he felt a warm breath on his neck, which was a little cold.

What is it, looking at yourself?

He wanted to take another look, to see the world, to see what kind of animal would be the last to send him away.

Faintly sprayed on your face with a breath of water vapor, what are you——

Fang Ziyu managed to gather the last of her strength, and opened her eyes. What she saw was a pair of big lantern eyes, a face as long as a horse, and a face full of black scales...

Fang Ziyu closed her eyes, knocked her head down heavily, and then there was no movement.

Then, it was a dream again, or the memory of my own life...

I can't see anything clearly in front of me, only blood red, and those people's ferocious faces and wanton laughter. Why, is it like this?

Our Fang family...will be treated like this!

I can not be reconciled!Never reconciled!

In the mountain cave, Fang Ziyu was lying on a warm jade bed covered in blood, her black hair was disheveled, her brows were furrowed, and her pale and cracked lips revealed an indecipherable sex.

The owner of the cave is Shenxuan, a dragon in the mountains. He accidentally picked up this human being, and brought back Fang Ziyu, who was seriously injured.

At this moment, Shenxuan studied Fang Ziyu curiously, seeing the other party in unbearable pain, finally, Shenxuan grabbed Fang Ziyu's hand unceremoniously, urged his own spiritual energy, and forcefully poured it into the other party's body.

Although Fang Ziyu was in a coma at this time, his spirit was always taut, subconsciously guarding against everything he thought would be harmful.

He felt something flowing down his hand into his body like a small snake. After being surprised, he resisted strongly in his consciousness.

His resistance naturally prevented Shenxuan's spiritual energy from entering his body smoothly, which not only saved himself, but also saved Shenxuan.

Shenxuan was surprised, but he did not forget to resist Fang Ziyu, who was dying of vomiting blood again, and flew towards Langshan in the South China Sea.

Fang Ziyu was in a daze, feeling that he had been taken through thousands of mountains and rivers, and when he opened his eyes slightly after the extreme pain, he saw an unbelievably blue sky, which seemed to be the blue sky that he had melted into. He had the illusion that he was dead and free, but the pain made him lose consciousness again.

When he came back to his senses again, he felt as if he was leaning on someone's body, and the voice and sight of someone talking was looking at him.

"He won't live long..."

Fang Ziyu heard this sentence clearly, and in an instant, somewhere deep in his heart, there was a galloping shout, which gave him the strength to open his eyes.

I don't want to die, at least not yet!

Even if only for one day!I want to live!

My revenge has not been avenged, even if I die, I will return to the world again!

Fang Ziyu slowly opened his eyes, and what came into his eyes was Tianhai in the distance, a man standing in front of him with white hair and white clothes, floating like a fairy.

A little bit more blue than the sky, his blue eyes reflected his embarrassing self.

I don't want to die!

Fang Ziyu expressed his most persistent thoughts with his eyes, even though the pain had already made his eyes loose, and he could hardly see anything.

Before he was about to lose consciousness again, Fang Ziyu heard a sentence that sounded like a divine voice.

"Shenxuan, I saved this person."

After hearing these words, Fang Ziyu was really relieved.

I don't know why, when I saw that man's blue eyes, I felt an indescribable sense of trust.

That person, it seems true, can make himself immortal...

When Fang Ziyu woke up, it was evening. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a white-haired man in white clothes sitting beside him. Hands are a little cold, but they have great strength...

The white-haired man looked at the human being who surprised him again, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He didn't know that his expression at the moment was extraordinarily gentle because of this fragile and strong human being.

"you're awake."

There was no ups and downs in her tone, but Fang Ziyu felt the joy in it.

"Who are you? Where am I?"

Fang Ziyu wanted to get up, but felt a convulsion all over his body, and cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

"You are injured too badly. Even the crimson grass from Xishan can only repair your physical body, but cannot make you fully recovered."

The sleeves of the man in white trembled slightly, and he brushed Fang Ziyu onto the bed.

After the severe pain in her body subsided, Fang Ziyu's eyes widened in astonishment, and she looked at the man standing in front of her.

White clothes, white hair.

The streamer of the clothes and belts is not ordinary at first glance.

His hair is as white as snow, but it's not as dry as an old man's. What's more, he still has a handsome and refined face, with no wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and between his brows...

And... crimson grass?

The legendary fairy grass, a rare treasure that can bring people back to life?

Fang Ziyu's eyes widened, he stared closely at the blue eyes of the person in front of him, his lips moved slightly: "Who... are you?"

The man held Fang Ziyu's wrist with one hand, his blue eyes were as serene as the sky: "I am Linxuan."

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