red and white

After one sentence, it was like thunder on the ground.

Mu Gesheng raised his head in shock, and saw the same disbelief in Chai Shuxin's eyes.

"It's impossible." Chai Shuxin said: "At that time, I didn't have any room to make a move. If I couldn't finish the painting, I was indeed dead."

"It's true that you can't kill the painting, but you only destroyed his body." The little novice said: "The cultivation level of the painting is almost as high as the sky. Although the body is destroyed, the soul will not dissipate immediately, and it is easy to take the body and rebirth. "

"And after that, you seriously injured Lin Juansheng, which undoubtedly gave him an opportunity."

"After the burning of Penglai, Lin Juansheng was seriously injured and recuperated, and he left the customs after decades and took up the position of the fortune teller." The little novice said: "But there is another possibility, that is, it was not Lin Juansheng who was there during the past few years. Resting, but waiting for my soul to merge with my new body.”

"Many years ago, I doubted Lin Juansheng's identity, because according to the Penglai family rules, Lin Juansheng was originally from the same line of fortune, and even if he later worshiped in Penglai, he was not qualified to inherit the position of the eldest son-but all of this is in the end. It's just a guess, although many things that happened later verified the possibility of this idea, but I still can't be sure."

The little novice looked at Mu Gesheng, and said slowly, "Until he lied to you."

"If Lin Juansheng has any important person in this world, it is you, my junior."

"I watched you grow up. People in Gingko Study will never lie to each other about this kind of matter."

Just like Song Wentong and Wu Zixu, although they felt helpless about Chai Shuxin's actions, they both chose to tell Mu Gesheng the truth while the mountain ghost was spending money.

Ginkgo Zhaizhu gathered the young disciples together to teach. This is an extremely ingenious step. The friendship forged by the young people will make them the most powerful reliance on each other in the future. Under the treacherous situation, the trust in each other And familiarity will be the most reliable reliance.

For the first time, under the overwhelming evidence, Mu Gesheng felt he couldn't argue.

He had to admit that what the little novice said was right, if it was the real Lin Juansheng, he would not have done such a thing.

"If you can't paint it, you can hide it very well. Every word and deed resembles Lin Juansheng himself. He even imitated Lin Jusheng's chess skills."

Mu Gesheng said: "...I didn't find anything."

"Because you trust him too much, you won't doubt him even if you reveal a flaw." The little novice sighed, "And Luo Shazi avoided him, the two of them had very little contact, so of course they wouldn't find any clues. .”

Chai Shuxin remained silent.

"This game is very big, one ring after another, starting from the game between me and the eldest son of the previous generation, getting involved in the cup and failing to draw, until your generation." The little novice said and shook his head, "Ancestor Three generations of grandchildren, a big show."

The little novice wants to prevent the birth of "immortals", Penglai wants to dominate the family, and Mu Gesheng wants to eradicate the seven families of the philosophers.

With different ideas but common goals, the huge arrangement of the three matches finally came to a single situation.

However, in the final analysis, everything stems from Penglai's obsession with fairyland.

If the painting failed and Mo Qingbei could enter the world safely, there would not be so many twists and turns a hundred years later.

"However, in the final analysis, the young is better than the blue, and you are the most courageous disciple." The little novice smiled helplessly: "I just want to stop going astray, but you want to do it all."

Before his death, he came up with a hexagram, and calculated that the turning point was a generation later, and the person indicated by the hexagram was in the ancient city at the foot of Baishui Temple.

He had heard before that there was an only son in Mu Siling's family in the city, who was an extraordinary devil king.

It's time to make a big disturbance in the Heavenly Palace and overturn the absurdity of this century.

Mu Gesheng didn't say anything, just left a sentence before leaving the illusion, "I need to think about it."

"You really need time to digest." The little novice said: "A hundred years have passed, and there is no rush. If you have any questions, come and find me at any time."

As he spoke, he looked at Chai Shuxin, "Luo Shazi, I will leave my disciple and grandson to you."

Chai Shuxin bowed respectfully to him, turned and left.

After coming out of the illusion, Mu Gesheng sat on the rattan chair, hugged the enamel jar, and was silent for a long time.

Finally he said, "Actually, I have been thinking about what to do next."

What he said was a bit rambling, but Chai Shuxin understood what he meant—Mu Gesheng's plan back then was to eradicate the seven schools of thought, but after many years, people's hearts changed.

Now that Ubi has these juniors, his attachment may not have loosened.

It seems that time can really fade everything.

Mu Gesheng looked at Chai Shuxin, "How much do you believe what my master said?"

Chai Shuxin thought for a while, "I think it's credible."

"Although I don't want to admit it, I also feel the same way." Mu Gesheng said with a sigh, "I was still hesitating what to do, but the facts have already made a choice for me."

In the dark, it seems that the direction of everything has long been doomed.

"I've been thinking about how many things Master has done back then." Mu Gesheng muttered to himself.

On that day when Penglai came to visit, Lin Juansheng left Tiansuan's sect from then on. Later, when his master passed away, he left a hexagram of national destiny, and then asked Song Wentong to store the past in a mirage, waiting quietly for their arrival in a hundred years.

About the past when Mo Qingbei failed to make a painting, Song Wentong probably also saw it.

"Mozi never said anything from the beginning to the end," Chai Shuxin said.

He just lived his life peacefully and died calmly.

This is Song Wentong's unique gentleness - he can kill a person in ten steps, or he can return the knife to the sheath and remain silent for life.

It was also the last thing he could do for Ginkgo Study.

Mu Gesheng silently considered what the little novice had said in his heart.

Now there is only one choice left, which is to kill the painting.

With the current situation, if he wants to kill the Changshengzi, he can rely on the layout he left behind in the past - gather the tokens of the six families and destroy Penglaizhou.

Penglaizhou is the root of the whole Penglai, and also the origin of monks' longevity. It is closely related to the longevity son. As long as Penglaizhou can be destroyed, it is not impossible to kill the painting.

Mountain Ghost Huaqian, Suzaku Blood, Gujuan Tobacco Rod, Licking Red Knife, Pan Geng Oracle Bone, and Raksha Ming.

Mu Gesheng suddenly looked at Chai Shuxin, "I'm sleepy."

Chai Shuxin was slightly taken aback, and quickly said: "Then let's rest."

Mu Gesheng stood up, took his hand and walked to the backyard, "You sleep with me."

"it is good."

"I want to eat Yipinguo tomorrow."

"it is good."

When the two walked down the corridor, Mu Gesheng sighed suddenly. This was a rare reaction, and Mu Gesheng hardly sighed.

He said slowly, "Three or nine days, is it true that you only have one word 'good' for everything I say?"

Chai Shuxin looked at him, "Are you angry?"

"I'm not angry." Mu Gesheng scratched his head, a bit at a loss for what to say, "What I want to say is, if there's anything, don't hide it from me."

"Maybe you think it's good for me, but it's actually your wishful thinking." Mu Gesheng said: "You really need to get rid of your bad habit of suffocating yourself to death. It's not a delicate flower that can withstand wind and rain."

He thought for a while, and added, "You may be used to it yourself, but it hurts me to see it."

When Chai Shuxin listened, he suddenly laughed, "I do, it's wishful thinking."

The guy's focus is totally fucking wrong, "Are you listening to me?"

"I understand what you mean." Chai Shuxin looked at him intently, looking very soft under the light, "You are worried about the six family tokens, aren't you?"

Mu Gesheng was indeed worried about this matter, because the token of the Raksha family - Raksha Ming.

He was not at all sure, or rather not sure, whether the so-called Rakshasa's life was actually Rakshasa's life.

Among the seven families of the philosophers, the Rakshazi is a very special existence. Different from the other schools, the Rakshazi do not exist in every dynasty and generation. They are only born in times of great chaos, and often live short lives because of being too violent. .

This directly led to the fact that everyone knew very little about Rakshazi. Even the scholars have always been more afraid of Rakshazi than they understand it.

In Mugesheng's plan, even if the Six Families' tokens were used to destroy Penglai Island, someone would have to do it himself if he wanted to kill Huahua. Looking at the current Seven Families, the only one who can fight against them is Chai Shu salary.

Mu Gesheng has always gambled heavily, dared to think and act, fearless, and even risked his life to give it a go.

But now that he is holding Chai Shuxin's life, he dare not put it on the bargaining chip.

Chai Shuxin obviously understood his worry, thought for a while, didn't know what to say, and finally leaned over to cover the corner of his mouth.

"It's okay, I'm here."

He grabbed Mu Gesheng's hand and clasped his fingers tightly.

"I won't go."

In the middle of the night, when the dew was heavy, Mu Gesheng raised the bed curtain, opened the window, and the sound of cicadas came in.

The moon was sparse, and he was lying on the window sill, with half of his body hidden in the shadows. His back was undulating, like blue-gray mountains, and the milky white moonlight flowed past, winding into a waterfall and lake at his waist.

Chai Shuxin looked at his back steadily, "I used to have a dream."

Mu Gesheng's curiosity was aroused, and he turned to look at him, "What dream?"

"I dreamed that night, you left with me."

Mu Gesheng was taken aback for a moment, and then he understood which night Chai Shuxin was referring to—the last night in Penglai with Chai Shuxin before he started to count the fate of the country.

At that time, the other party asked him almost impulsively: Would you like to come with me?

It seems that as long as there is each other, they can really ignore each other.

Before Mu Gesheng could say anything, Chai Shuxin said again: "The same thing, I still leave it to you."

"It doesn't matter if you destroy the seven families of the philosophers or kill the painting, no matter what you want to do, I will accompany you." Chai Shuxin sat up and looked at Mu Gesheng, "If you want, we can also immediately Get away from it all and leave tomorrow."

Mu Gesheng indulged his fantasy for a while, and had to admit that even after many years, he was still moved by this sentence.

He suddenly understood what Chai Shuxin meant, looked at him and smiled, "None of us has changed."

None of them changed, just like Chai Shuxin would ask him if he wanted to go together.

He didn't leave back then, and he won't ignore the mess in front of him now.

Chai Shuxin knew that he would make such a choice, and gave his own answer - I have been here, and I will not leave.

Mu Gesheng thought about it for a long time, and found out five or six flavors of Chai Shuxin's few words, and also tasted a little bit of love for the upper class, and he still wanted to talk about it.

They really fucking know each other.Mu Gesheng thought to himself.With just a few words, Chai Shuxin turned from worrying to speechless, and even a little clear. The whole process was self-produced and sold, and he was very independent.

Only he can hear so many meanings from Chai Shuxin's few words, and only Chai Shuxin can make him focus on just a few words.

The crowd searched for him thousands of times, and when I looked back, the man was in the dim light.

Mu Gesheng suddenly felt a little funny, and laughed like a fool, feeling extremely joyful and relieved in his heart, then lowered his head and kissed the other party.

He lay down on the ground, divided half of the thin blanket on his body to Chai Shuxin, closed his eyes in satisfaction, and said softly.

"This is called life and death."

This is enough.Mu Gesheng thought to himself.

What do you want?