Cultivate with an African God

When Mu Xinghe stepped into the Golden Luan Hall and issued a declaration of battle, the young emperor on the Golden Luan Hall laughed.

His eyes were lifeless, and his tone was a little stiff, but he uttered two words clearly: "Innocence."

Mu Xinghe silently stared at the person in front of him, his eyes flashed fiercely, and almost at the same time as his words fell, a Wind Slashing Art had already struck down!

Perhaps it was because it was too fast, the emperor couldn't look at it at all, and let the Zhanfeng Jue cut him in two!

But Mu Xinghe was not very happy.

A mere slashing wind art, no matter how fast it is, it is just fast, it does not have the power to split people in two!

However, the figure of the little emperor flickered and was split into two halves, and the two halves of the body turned into a black mist, and his specific whereabouts disappeared.

Immediately, the little emperor reappeared in front of Mu Xinghe, looking up at him: "That guy is not happy that I fought with you." Then the corners of his lips curled up slightly, like a real child, with a mischievous expression. Look: "However, I don't listen to him. I let him die."

Mu Xinghe was able to realize that "he" was the regent, and the regent that Hua Xiangrong said was the only person in power here was indeed the case, but the little emperor didn't seem to be a complete puppet—at least, he wasn't an ordinary dead soul either.

Looking down at the little emperor, Mu Xinghe had a very strange feeling—it wasn't that he was suppressed by the realm like facing a strong opponent, but... was forced by others in terms of momentum, or because the reaction seemed to always be slower. A person who looks like a puppet.

The identity of the little emperor is ready to come out in his heart, but Zhong Zijin's life and situation are tied in his hands, he doesn't want to bet on just one possibility.At this moment, there is no longer any delay, the second spell is born, and the temptation is renewed!

The opponent still didn't dodge or dodge, and his body scattered again, turning into a boundless black mist to envelop Mu Xinghe. In the black mist, Mu Xinghe couldn't see at all!He couldn't even see when the little emperor made a move, or when his true energy began to change!

When Mu Xinghe regained his vision, he was no longer in the golden palace.

It was a sea of ​​fog, and he walked in the fog, with waves constantly floating under his feet.The sky is dark, there is no way forward, and there is no end.

This is illusion.

Mu Xinghe is no longer a fledgling boy, he knows exactly what he encountered, and there is always a center in the illusion, breaking the center can shatter the illusion, which is why Mu Xinghe would come to the Golden Luan Hall to face the little emperor.

So where is the center of this illusion?

Mu Xinghe lowered his body and wanted to find out what was in the sea, but he was shocked by what he saw—under those waves and currents, there were distorted human faces!

He used spells to explore downwards, but when the wind-cutting tactic fell, it was dispelled by the water and disappeared without a trace. At the same time, a creature jumped up in the sea, causing a burst of spray. A face, dragging its long tail, was floating towards him with its mouth open, and Mu Xinghe waved a magic spell with his hands, knocking the face off, and the sea returned to calm.

An ominous feeling welled up in Mu Xinghe's heart.

Mu Xinghe didn't know how long he had walked, exhaustion began to invade his body, and his vision still seemed to have no change, it was still that sea of ​​fog, or that cloudy sky, between half-light and half-darkness, there would never be an end .

He couldn't find any clues.

Mu Xinghe is not a person who is good at inferring the overall situation from a single detail. He often grasps clues in action, and thus slowly reveals the whole picture of the truth. However, in this area, there is not even a single gap left for him.

But he is still very calm—in the early years, he might have felt more or less restless, worried about the situation outside, and even depressed, but now he doesn't.Cultivating the Tao is to cultivate the mind. After years of experience, his state of mind is more peaceful than before.

At this time he heard footsteps, he looked back, the man was wearing a jade crown, his face was blurred, but he was still handsome and gentle, with a smile on his face: "Junior brother, don't go any further."

"Brother Lawyer Song..." Mu Xinghe was startled. Although the other person's face was not very clear, Mu Xinghe could still recognize it at a glance. He watched the person step forward, side by side with him, and then hold him down.

However, Mu Xinghe broke away from his hand and continued to move forward.Mu Xinghe even smiled: "Brother, you don't have to stop me."

Song Lu's smile showed a bit of compassion: "Like me, do you want to go your own way?"

Then Song Lu passed him and walked in front. A twisted sea monster emerged from the sea and tore Song Lu into pieces. The sea water was stained red with blood. The monsters in the sea were frantically robbing food, their limbs were entangled, and there was chaos.Mu Xinghe stepped on the turbulent sea, looked at the sea monster lurking below, and sighed slightly: "Yes, every step is difficult and dangerous, I still want to go."

The sea water quickly returned to calm, and the sky was still so cloudy that it was impossible to tell whether it was the dawn of the sky or the end of the night as the sun set in the west.

He saw a figure appearing in front of him. Mu Xinghe quickened his pace and walked forward. The man turned around and called softly: "Xinghe."

Mu Xinghe paused.After such a long time, his appearance is clearly in his memory again, those eyes are still so peaceful and gentle, and his posture is still so calm.

"Brother Xiao Wen."

He originally thought that Senior Brother Xiao Wen might have come to stop him like Song Lu just now, but Wen Xingze just stood there waiting for him, looking at him, and when he left, Senior Brother Xiao Wen also stepped forward to walk with him, However, at this moment, the fog condensed into shackles, firmly binding Wen Xingze. He opened his mouth with a painful expression, but couldn't say a word.

Mu Xinghe could tell that what he said was "wait".

However, Mu Xinghe finally turned his head away and walked into the sea of ​​fog.

His footsteps were not stopped by anyone.

Mu Xinghe was thinking about who he would meet next, whether it was Zhong Zijin or someone on the road of practice, but he didn't want him to see the person he had been thinking about day and night.

He stood on the sea, the wind blew his clothes, and his long hair was also blown by the wind. He looked at him slowly, with Qianqiu Xue and Wanli Yun in his eyes.

His sword gleamed in the water, blocking his path.

"I should have killed you from the very beginning," his voice was so cold, with the quality of ice and jade clashing, "you and I are always going to die together."

Mu Xinghe stopped and looked at him. In fact, he originally thought that it would be impossible to find the real answer if he asked this person in the illusion, but he couldn't help asking: "Why?"

"You and I are both entangled with cause and effect. Living in this world is just a burden to others. You have hindered my plan too much, and I don't want you to live anymore."

"Is that so?" Mu Xinghe tilted his head, "I understand."

He smiled brightly, but the moon blade was condensed in his hand, and he inserted it into the man's heart. The man held his heart and took a step on his hind legs, looking at him without saying a word.

But Mu Xinghe stopped looking at him, turned his head and left: "You are not Shen Xiu, Shen Xiu will never passively wait for a choice in doing things, if he is unwilling to accept the choice, he will only dig a new path."

He exhaled, but felt that the fog in the distance dissipated a little.

Slow, dazed voices echoed all around.The voice said repeatedly: "You killed someone."

Mu Xinghe felt very strange, he didn't care about killing people, let alone people in the illusion, why did the illusion keep reminding him of this matter?

"You'll regret it," the voice said again.

Mu Xinghe raised his eyebrows, a little surprised: "Since I can be responsible for what I did, at worst I just die, why should I regret it?"

"You will regret this."

Mu Xinghe felt very strange.He has always been self-willed and very conceited. He knows that he cannot change this broken problem, so he can only obediently be responsible to himself. Once he understands the consequences, he will never regret it.

But at this time, many figures rose from the sea, some familiar ones—the servants who accompanied him day and night, the conscientious stewards, and those servants in the young master's mansion who he had no understanding of, with blood-red eyes, leaned forward to ask him : "Why did you abandon us?"

Mu Xinghe waved his hand casually, thinking that it would still turn into a cloud of smoke like those people and things before, but at this moment, his tentacles touched a piece of warmth.is the human temperature.

More people rushed towards Mu Xinghe, and he could vaguely recognize that they were dead souls who died under his spell, stumbling, clutching their wounds, asking him that they had no grievances and no enmity, they settled down here, Why did he kill them.

"You will regret this."

In that voice, Mu Xinghe began to feel a little dazed, and he said softly, "Because you are just dead souls."

If it's not a dead soul, he still has the choice of good and evil in killing people, but if it's just something that doesn't exist in the world, why should he hesitate?

Laughter echoed across the sea.He saw the sea disappear.

Instead, there are ordinary alleys and flowing houses.Fragmentary scenes appeared before his eyes, those people worked at sunrise and rested at sunset, men and women weaving and weaving gave birth to children.Their souls suddenly left their bodies at a very ordinary moment, and their loved ones were waiting for their return.

"Do you trust your judgment that way?"

When the voice sounded again, Mu Xinghe didn't answer immediately.

Mu Xinghe let those people push him and question him non-stop.His body flinched from the constant pushing, but he closed his eyes and smiled again.

"Even if I was really wrong, so what? I am also under the rules of the dead city like them, and I live within the rules. Could it be that I can't help them?" Mu Xinghe looked at those people either clearly or clearly. The blurry figure, the eyes are so calm that there is almost no emotion, "I don't have to be responsible for irrelevant people."

Those people suddenly dispersed, but they turned into bursts of laughter, rushing towards him like waves.

A small voice reached his ears, and after Mu Xinghe heard the sentence "Understood, you are a coward", the scene in front of him changed again.

"So what?"

He unexpectedly saw Wen Xingze again, and the people behind Wen Xingze were him and Zhong Zijin back then.

At that time, their eyebrows were not fully opened, carrying the sunshine and the immatureness of youth.He saw himself holding Zhong Zijin's hand with a smile, and then pushed Wen Xingze into the abyss.

Even though he kept reminding himself that this was just an illusion, his body seemed to be eroded by the cold and frozen inch by inch. He could no longer move and could only watch Wen Xingze being pushed into the abyss.

He felt that his stiff, frozen heart was pinched by someone, and ice slag could not stop falling.

That's right... even if he never wanted to mention it, or didn't mention it, this memory could not be erased from his mind after all.It was his arrogance and self-righteousness that pushed his friend into this situation, and it was his ignorant proposal that made his friend linger for a long time and never return to the sect he loved.

He has always kept a distance from people, after all, because he is just a coward, knowing that his bad habits are hard to change, so he keeps others out of his protective circle.Since he is a stranger, he does not need to take any responsibility.

He doesn't even care about his own life and death, and uses "no regrets" as a protective shell, so he can be invulnerable.

But if it involves others, can he really not regret it?

Can you really just move on without caring?

Mu Xinghe saw Zhong Zijin being restrained by his sword and gradually sinking into the sea.

The sea surface returned to calm, and he saw that Mu Xinghe standing on the sea, looking at him.A gust of wind blew by, and the appearance of that person changed slightly, familiar and unfamiliar.

That was a boy who was even more proud and fearless than he is now, so proud and fearless that he felt very stupid.

He saw the boy rummaging around in the abandoned factory, the dust rose up, as if those dusty memories came back again.

He remembered that case.

It was a sallow winter.A woman died in an old house, and the police classified it as a suicide.He has been idle all the time, after some observation, he found that it might not be the case and started to investigate.

He quickly confirmed his point of view and used his connections in the police department to re-disclose the truth.

The spring breeze is proud when you are young.

That incident has become commonplace for him up to here, and the result is still the same as usual, with others' praise surrounded by his pride, and there are some insignificant noises.

He is still a legend among others.

Mu Xinghe watched that self keep walking forward, staring at no one.

Someone stopped him, it was a teenager about his own age, and asked him why he meddled in his own business.

What he answered at that time he forgot, probably with his usual indifference, the answer was not painful.

He does a lot of things for no reason, it's just boring and he can do it.The same goes for finding the truth.

Little did he know that the truth could bring disaster.

An unsightly death involved irreparable crimes, which brought down a family that could barely maintain, made a frail mother sick, and made a humble boy unable to hold his head up.

Little did he know that that day was the last day the man would live.

And the already precarious family is also overwhelmed and living a difficult life.

In the beginning, it was just for fun, just like when he went to Wen Xingze that day.

Others said they didn't blame him, but he was only a teenager at the time, because of the pampering of his family and his own talent, everything went smoothly. He thought he knew everything and could do anything, but at that time he knew so clearly. To their own irresponsibility and self-righteousness.

At that time—he wanted to say goodbye to his ridiculous self-righteousness.

He can't bear the weight of others, he is willing to live in chaos.

Those people crawled towards him, pulled his trouser legs, and squeezed their heads towards him one by one.

Then his previous words echoed repeatedly like a mockery.

"I do not regret."

In fact, how can you not regret it?

The situation is irreversible, and he cannot be without regrets.

The first time he hid in the body of an ordinary person, the second time he chose to separate himself from others.

In the sound of questioning, Mu Xinghe's soul seemed to escape from his body. He looked at that person from a distance and felt sick.

That person has never changed his nature, he has always been like this, and he thinks he can take responsibility, but he is just deceiving himself and others.

He watched the man being dragged, and in the crying and echoing no regrets, he sank into the gray-black deep sea bit by bit.

All things are dead.

His consciousness became more and more blurred, but he unexpectedly felt a strange lightness, as if he was about to drift away at any time.

The self was struggling unwillingly, and he actually laughed when he saw it. ——What a strange feeling, he felt that he was dead, but instinctively he was unwilling to admit defeat like this.

But who did he lose to?fantasy?Or yourself?

no.

Mu Xinghe remembered many things.The books I have read, the spells I have practiced, the people I have met, and the secret place where I survived.

He has traveled through many years and seen many landscapes.

He walked those paths, not to give up.

He has always wanted to become stronger, to become better for himself, and to take on greater responsibilities for himself, to have the strength to resist all the shackles imposed on him, instead of letting him be trapped in a world of self-importance in vain. A prison built.

He grabbed the shrunken man and was about to throw him into the sea, but he stretched out his hand after all, allowing him to merge with himself.

He felt that the city wall in his heart was shaking slowly, and there was a sign of collapse.

Mu Xinghe could vaguely understand what it was.

In fact, he didn't think about all the breakthroughs in these years, because it was still early, and his advancement path was much faster than others, so even if he didn't make a breakthrough, he didn't care.

He has seen all kinds of people over the years, not less than before, but none of them made his heart fluctuate. At this moment, he finally understood that the obstacle to his path lies in his own heart.

If there is no such an illusion, perhaps he will realize that it is not others but himself that restricts his steps.

He uses himself as his own cage, uses himself as his own prison, draws the ground as a prison, isolates others, and dreams without mistakes and dreams without regrets.

He is subconsciously denying his faults and avoiding his own nature.

Just seek the way, the way is at your feet, measure with your own pace, how can you escape?

The surface of the water gradually returned to calm, and he floated over, looking at his face.

When he touched the water, that self shattered.

Life is still long, there are winds and waves, you should ride the wind and waves.You can't be without faults or regrets, so just hope that you can be ashamed in the future, and everything you have lost can be regained with your own hands.

For a moment, he felt that the hard shell on his body was cracking a little bit, showing a state of defenselessness, even a little wind at any time would cause him pain.

But now he is lighter than ever. He gave up that hard shell and that layer of protection. He may suffer a lot of injuries in the future, and he may despise himself and wish to die in person in the future, but it doesn't matter, he will gather new strength to become His blade, with scars as his armor.

When he was dying, he saw clearly his way back and his way out.

But now, he really recognized himself.

It's like he trekked hundreds of miles, trying to find an illusion center, only then did he realize that the answer to the mystery was not somewhere, but under his own feet.

Seeing others can make one's heart clear, looking back to the past one can see one's nature.Enlightenment is just a change of mind, as far as the heart is concerned, everything is clear.

At that moment, he felt that all the mist turned into true energy, melted into his skin like a flowing cloud, and turned into water flowing through his four meridians and eight veins, washing away the self-loathing and self-deception in the past, the spiritual platform was clear, and the wind was blowing under his feet, as if You can go to the immortal.

He stared at his reflection in the water.

"I'm here to reveal your real name," Mu Xinghe said softly, "Your name is...Xiantianzhen Mopu."

The author has something to say:

Thanks to mine who called me Xiandi~

Thank you Haike for mine~

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Zhong Zijin: It's me, obviously it was me first...

Recently, the art bacteria swelled suddenly, and I drew a series of portraits of the protagonists, which had to be shared (in order to make up for the image loss of the boss, I drew an extra one)