Cultivate with an African God

When Mu Xinghe was young, he imagined many scenarios of world destruction.

Submerged by floods, devoured by fire, only rusty ruins are left after the war, and everything is withered after pollution. The breath of life has disappeared, including myself annihilated in the long river of time.

So, what would he do just before the end of the world?

He once saw someone answer in some literary works: go and see the person he likes.

Mu Xinghe didn't have that kind of romantic feelings at the time, all he could think about was the reason for the destruction of the world, if only he could get involved.But now he suddenly recalled it, and his heart beat faster because of this inexplicable memory. He turned his head and glanced at the people around him with a guilty conscience.

It turned out that the other party was looking at him.

Those eyes were quieter than this silent night.

Something seemed to explode in Mu Xinghe's mind, and his brain was overloaded. He might still have a lot to say, but at this moment it seemed that he didn't need to say anything.

Mu Xinghe turned his head, everything was annihilated, the land and buildings turned into dust, only a bright moon and endless night remained between the sky and the earth.

If there is a real world destruction, then this is not bad.

When Mu Xinghe left the dead city, the night cleared away with the dust, the damp breeze blew past, and the slightly cold sunlight.Mu Xinghe opened his eyes and found himself sitting on the edge of a cliff with a hazy ocean in the distance.

Shen Xiu stood up and stretched out his hand to pull Mu Xinghe up. He looked at Mu Xinghe with those shining eyes, and said in a low voice, "I'm back."

Mu Xinghe only felt that the light was shining in front of him, like falling into a dream.

Shen Xiu hasn't changed at all in these years, but he wasted a lot in the dead city. Mu Xinghe felt that his true energy was weak and vain, so he couldn't help frowning.Shen Xiu patted his head casually, then looked to the other side.

Mu Xinghe followed his eyes and saw that there were several people sitting or lying on the other side.

He saw Zhong Zijin at a glance, and also saw Wen Xingze next to Zhong Zijin.

Wen Xingze's skin was pale and lost his blood color, his eyes were not as bright as before, and there was a ghostly chill around him. At first glance, he was no longer an ordinary human being.But his face and memory didn't change much, and the other party clearly felt Mu Xinghe's eyes, but he just looked back indifferently, without any movement.

Mu Xinghe didn't care, walked straight to him and stood in front of him.

Wen Xingze lowered his eyes and did not speak, but Mu Xinghe punched his lower abdomen with a punch. The punch was genuine, filled with true energy, and removed the protection. The pain caused him to gasp. In the middle, the second punch came again.Mu Xinghe was in pain, and slowly squatted on the ground, his eyes were at the same level as Wen Xingze, and said in a low voice: "The first punch was given to me. I was wrong. I shouldn't have been smart enough to get you into such a thing. The second punch Here you are—I can’t bear it, so I have to smash myself again—treat me as a brother, so don’t go to die alone!”

Wen Xingze looked at him with heavy eyes, and after a long while, he made a low, almost sighing sound.

"……sorry."

"I thought ten thousand times that I'm sorry to you, so you don't have to say sorry for me," Mu Xinghe raised his head and looked at him, "I hurt you, so it's only natural for you to resent me."

Wen Xingze pursed his lips and closed his eyes in pain.

"I don't know..." He opened his eyes, filled with confusion, "I didn't regret it at the time, but now my mood is not as good as before, and I may not be able to restrain myself one day."

Mu Xinghe patted his shoulder, but the tentacles were piercingly cold, Wen Xingze subconsciously wanted to brush his hand away, but Mu Xinghe pressed it there persistently, with a smile on his face: "Wow, it's so cold It's cold."

Mu Xinghe's eyes seemed to be shining brightly, and he looked at Wen Xingze eagerly: "But it doesn't matter at all, as long as you stay here."

Wen Xingze stared at him for a long time, and finally lowered his head and smiled.

"Well... I'm back."

That smile was tinged with exhaustion because of many winds and frosts, and there was an undercurrent surging and finally returned to silence. His eyes carried a little light from the sky, calm and gentle, as if all wind and waves could not be eroded.

Mu Xinghe let go of his hand, patted Zhong Zijin beside him, and asked, "Where is Zhong Zijin, why is he still asleep?"

Wen Xingze shook his head, looked at the people on the side, his eyes darkened a little: "I was too close to me in the dead city, and I was affected."

"But it doesn't matter. You can see that my damage is not serious. Before Zhong Zijin might be because of the dead city, so it was a little more scary." Mu Xinghe raised his hand and smiled at Wen Xingze, "Zhong Zijin has rough skin and thick flesh. liveable."

Mu Xinghe wanted to say more, but found that Wen Xingze's hands were condensed with a faint zhenqi, and the zhenqi touched his wound like a pair of cold hands, relieving his pain a little.

Mu Xinghe smiled with the corners of his mouth open: "Thinking about it, it's worth being happy. You see, you used to know magic skills and sword skills, and now you know this kind of kung fu, which is almost as good as that guy over there... ..." As he spoke, his voice somehow seemed to be blocked by a sponge, and the more he spoke, the more difficult it became.

Wen Xingze stretched out and retracted his hand, he finally smiled at this moment, the spring light melted into his eyes: "I'm fine. It's actually fine to see you all."

And the guy over there was talking to Mr. Mo Yu who was leaning on the tree. Mr. Mo Yu waved his hand with a half-smile, without greeting anyone, and left the cliff alone.

Shen Xiu bid farewell to Mr. Mo Yu, casually threw something over, Wen Xingze took it, but was a little dazed.

It was a mirror with bones on its back, Mu Xinghe could guess what it was, and Wen Xingze should understand it even more.

Broken life-eclipsing mirror.

"Subdue it, or be subdued," Shen Xiu walked over and said lightly, "Your condition is not stable yet, you need a magic weapon to suppress it."

Wen Xingze seemed to have thought through a lot of things in an instant, and he didn't refuse: "I am very grateful, and I will repay you in the future."

"You should be grateful to yourself. The method of the life-eating mirror, the bone-eating, the heart-eating, and the life-eating. You can persist until the soul is still alive. The credit is yours."

"In that case, I'm really amazing." Wen Xingze smiled shyly.

Shen Xiu nodded, and was about to leave, but Wen Xingze stood up with difficulty, bowed to the Prime Minister to see him off, but Shen Xiu suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you still want to use the sword?"

Wen Xingze was startled, then avoided Shen Xiu's gaze, and said, "...I don't like swords."

"I dont like it either."

Shen Xiu looked at the other party's expression, thought for a moment, and said: "Your teacher should have taught you that the way lies in the human heart, but your heart belongs to you. What you want to do and where you want to go should be decided by yourself, not by you." Anything else that seems important."

Mu Xinghe saw that they wanted to exchange some cultivation experience, fearing that he would be affected, so he walked away by himself and wandered around.Not far away, Mu Xinghe saw Hua Xiangrong as expected, she was smiling and looking at him, for some reason Mu Xinghe felt a chill in his scalp.

"You have been looking at Lord Linyuan just now."

Mu Xinghe was even more panicked when she said hello.

Mu Xinghe retorted subconsciously: "...after all, Shen Xiu is very good-looking!"

"It's really pleasing to the eye." Hua Xiangrong nodded with a smile, as if letting Mu Xinghe go, and didn't bring up this topic again. "Just now Lord Linyuan made a deal with Lord Moyu here. This time the dead city returns, the devil I am afraid that the situation among the sects will change again. ——Looking at the appearance of Lord Linyuan, do you want to travel far?"

When Mu Xinghe encountered such a situation, he should have talked nonsense to fool him, but at this moment he answered very calmly: "Yes, he wants to go to Xiaoqian World."

Hua Xiangrong smiled and said: "Compared to when you were in the dead city, you have changed a bit."

This sentence seems familiar.Hua Xiangrong said something similar in Dead City, Mu Xinghe firmly denied it at the time, but when he heard it again, he nodded frankly.

He can frankly admit his transformation, and he can also frankly face the mistakes of the past.

He can enjoy loneliness, but there is no need to deliberately create loneliness.

Not many people survived in the dead city. After Hua Xiangrong, Mu Xinghe only found a woman sitting in a corner. Mu Xinghe didn't remember who she was until he took a step closer and the woman took two steps back. He just recognized it.

Mu Xinghe had no choice but to stand still, and smiled kindly: "Girl, I am the young master."

The woman hastily pulled up the corner of her skirt to salute, and thanked her in a low voice, while still holding something tightly in her hands.

It was a tiny seed.

She clenched her hands tightly, and quickly left here, her figure was thin, but her steps were firm, as if she was carrying something on her back, so nothing could break her.

He recalled the woman who had been hiding behind the musician in the dead city. Maybe it was different now.

Mu Xinghe strolled around, and when he came back, the boss had finished communicating with Wen Xingze, and Zhong Zijin had woken up at some point, still lying on his back, talking to Wen Xingze happily.

——Mu Xinghe couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen Zhong Zijin's eyes shine like this.

He wanted to keep retreating, but Zhong Zijin spotted him with sharp eyes, sat up with his body propped up, and shook his other hand at him: "River!"

Mu Xinghe felt that his breath had changed, so he smiled: "Breakthrough, are you happy?"

"All happy!" Zhong Zijin replied without hesitation.

"Xinghe," Wen Xingze saw him coming, instead he looked at Shen Xiu who was looking at the scenery, "Mr. Linyuan betrayed Yunfu before, and you Yunfu still has many disciples who don't want to believe...I thought it was incredible at the time, but now I see you , if it were me, I would not believe it either."

Mu Xinghe raised his chin: "That's right!"

That is a person who can be supported and loved by others as long as he thinks about it. He even had a gentle and amiable face back then.

It's a pity that anyone who knows a little bit about his inside information will persuade others to get in touch with him less, even Shen Xiu himself once did that.

It's a pity that Mu Xinghe was born rebellious, the more he forbids it, the more he will do it.

Zhong Zijin also looked at Shen Xiu, and said in a low voice: "You said I begged him to cut off a piece of my clothes, would he agree?"

"Be more successful!" Mu Xinghe rewarded him with a chestnut.

Zhong Zijin touched his head a little aggrieved, hesitated to speak, then quickly remembered something, and said, "We plan to go back to Yingzhou, what about you? Senior Shen Xiu?"

"He's going to some small thousand worlds, I haven't asked yet."

"...Huh," Wen Xingze was surprised, "Senior told me just now that he listens to your ideas."

"what!"

Mu Xinghe subconsciously turned his head to look at Shen Xiu, Shen Xiu also looked back at him, the wind blew through his robe and long hair, his eyes seemed to melt the evening snow in the sunlight, especially glistening, that mole of tears gave him The slightly indifferent appearance added a bit of elegance.

"Don't take your word for it."

The voice was still the same as usual, and Mu Xinghe could hear a slight hint of teasing.

So Mu Xinghe smiled brilliantly: "Once a man says something, it's hard to follow!"

Mu Xinghe shouldered a heavy responsibility, and immediately ran to Shen Xiu's side to discuss the itinerary.

For Shen Xiu's current situation, it is better to go to other small thousand worlds as soon as possible than to stay here - after all, Shen Xiu is a person who can meet several waves of enemies when he goes shopping, and his current strength is harmful and not beneficial. Xinghe didn't think he could keep Shen Xiu in such an environment.

This place is in the Mishima area, and Mu Xinghe immediately thought of where to go, not to mention that he was not at ease about Wen Xingze's condition, at least he had to go back to the sect with him to be at ease.

Several people went to Yingzhou by boat, and Shen Xiu was tired, so she leaned aside and closed her eyes to rest.Zhong Zijin probed his head, attracting the attention of Shen Xiu who was resting.

Zhong Zijin was startled by Shen Xiu's sudden opening of his eyes, he took a step back subconsciously, then quickly reacted, scratched his head and said, "Senior Shen Xiu, can you still use the sword? I have seen you many times before, and have been no chance……"

Zhong Zijin twitched for a while, and finally put on a posture of going to death calmly: "Please cut off my clothes!"

Mu Xinghe was still looking at the scenery, but now he began to rub his temples in pain.

However, Shen Xiu glanced at Zhong Zijin, and slightly raised the corner of her mouth: "After arriving in Yingzhou, how about doing a trick or two?"

Zhong Zijin was almost floating all the way.

He Zhen stood in front of the gate of the Yingzhou faction and yawned.In fact, he doesn't feel tired, even if he practiced sword all night last night, he still has the confidence to practice for another day and night.Now he looks tired, it is because he is too boring.Few people from the Yingzhou Sword Sect had ever set foot here, so he could only stare at the distance and rehearse his sword technique No. 20 three times in his mind.

However, at this moment, a group of people finally came to him.

With just one glance, he couldn't look away.

He saw a person whose face could not be seen clearly from a distance, but he had a sense of coldness spreading across his face, as cold as snow on a cold mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds, when he saw the face clearly, he didn't know whether he was caught by his face or not. Taken by the breath.

But He Zhen quickly came back to his senses because he saw another person in the group.

That... might not be called a human being.His aura and appearance are different from those of his companions. Although he has a handsome appearance, his skin is pale and bloodless, and he can smell the ghostly aura from a distance.

——How can there be such a powerful ghost? I'm afraid...it's a ghost cultivator!

Sword cultivators have always practiced swords behind closed doors, so they seldom ask other things, but when ghost cultivators come to the door, they also have to be vigilant. He Zhen swung his sword across the sky and asked, "Who is here? What's the matter?"

Next to Guixiu, the young man in black with a sword on his back said "Ah", then walked up to him, took out the nameplate of the sect, and handed it to him: "My own."

The nameplate of the sect is engraved with the logo of the Yingzhou School and the name of the other party. The name is actually very familiar. It is the owner of some examples that the seniors often mentioned.He Zhen looked at Guixiu, still doubtful: "But what about him?"

"He is my senior brother, Wen Xingze, and we are both under Xu Xuzhao's sect."

Xu Xuzhao is the master of the golden alchemy in his sect, a genius who became famous at a young age, and his disciples are indeed this Zhong Zijin and that Wen Xingze. He Zhenzhen was slightly startled, and asked again: "Then...where is the nameplate?"

Zhong Zijin showed a troubled look on his face, and He Zhenxin was also hesitant. Fortunately, at this moment, a senior brother happened to be going out, so he took a second look and finally relieved He Zhen's encirclement.

That senior brother was overjoyed at first: "Wow little Zhong Zijin, has your sword intent finally come true?" Then he was shocked: "...Wen Xingze? I heard that you disappeared after the Dao Discussion Conference...how did you become like this? "

He Zhen felt relieved and took the sword back.I saw the 'person' named Wen Xingze smiled slightly, the original gentleness could be vaguely seen in the pale and cold breath, and his voice was also very calm: "some accidents happened, the ghost gate was closed for a while, everything It’s okay. I haven’t seen you for many years, so I can’t wait to congratulate Fei Guang on your breakthrough.”

Brother Feiguang waved his hand: "It's a small matter, since you're back, I'll ask Master to call Uncle Xu back. Uncle Xu has looked for you many times in the past." After saying that, he patted Wen Xingze on the shoulder, paused, and let out a low sigh , turned around and went back.

After He Zhen confirmed that his identity was correct, he no longer felt embarrassed, and turned his head to look at the young man behind them. The young man had a sharp and scorching appearance, and he was smiling. Some cunning.After he caught his gaze, he reacted quickly, took out the nameplate and handed it to him: "Yunfu faction, Mu Xinghe."

——Mu Xinghe!

In fact, He Zhen was not very interested in Daoxiu, but Mu Xinghe had become very famous in recent years, even he had heard about it to some extent. He nodded, handed back the nameplate, and looked at the last person.

That person caught his attention from the very beginning, but somehow he didn't dare to ask directly.

Soon he knew where this inexplicable feeling of being suppressed came from.

The man said, "I am Shen Xiu."

——So this is Lord Linyuan, Shen Xiu!

——As expected of Lord Linyuan, Shen Xiu!

He Zhen didn't ask for any proof of identity, and allowed the other party to pass - obviously such a person would at least submit a post when he came to Yingzhou, or someone would come to greet him specially. , apart from Linyuan Lord Shen Xiu, there is hardly anyone else.

Lord Linyuan holds a very high status among sword cultivators. His sword skills, sword moves, and his achievements are all admirable. Only ask about the way of the sword, don't care about those morals and rules.

Afterwards, He Zhen's heart was pounding and he was in a daze for a long time, but he couldn't come back to his senses, and went back in a daze after the duty was over.

Originally, he wanted to practice swordsmanship, but in the end he had no intention of practicing swordsmanship. Before going to bed, he was still thinking wildly since Lord Linyuan was in Yingzhou, whether he could see him use one move or two moves, or show off his sword.

He Zhen was ups and downs in a dream, but someone knocked on his door in the middle of the night. At that time, He Zhen was still holding a sword in his dream to ask for advice. Shen Xiu almost opened his mouth. His hopeful waiting was interrupted by the knock on the door. Can't help being very angry.

The person knocking on the door was still shouting: "He Zhen! Get up! It's time for sword practice!"

So He Zhen became even more unhappy: "In the middle of the night, I don't have any clothes on, what kind of sword practice?!"

The man didn't care about He Zhen's reaction at all, and shook him with his hand, his eyes showed fanaticism: "Senior Shen Xiu has come to Yingzhou! He taught us the same swordsmanship at Guanlan Cliff!"

He Zhen suddenly woke up: "Oh my god! Take me there!"

"... Where are your pants?"

"What are you talking about pants at this time!"

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Thanks to 26133356 for the grenade~Thanks to Guigucha, Mo, Dongdong, Shen Nianjiu, ㄇㄧㄥㄗ for mine~Thanks to Xunhe for the grenade~