Cultivate with an African God

When he stepped into Yunfu, many Yunfu disciples had already heard about his deeds.A hundred years passed quickly, with wave after wave of newcomers from Yunfu School coming in, and wave after wave of Yunfu disciples leaving, getting old, and perishing. A few remnants of rumors remain in the memory of those old people.

The new student knew that this was a senior who had always been deviant and unreasonable. He knew that he had killed another senior who had betrayed Yunfu. In the end, he lost to a rookie who had only practiced for dozens of years, and returned sadly.

It is an ordinary story that can be used as talking material and can be quickly forgotten.

The protagonist of the story walked towards Tianxuan Peak slowly with alienation all over his body.

Li Tingyun, the head of Tianxuan Peak, rarely had nothing to do, closed the door and saw others.The Taoist boy in front of the cave told him that it was because their elder brother succeeded in attacking the golden core, but left a lot of troubles behind, and he needed to retreat for hundreds of years. go off.

Mu Xinghe looked calm, nodded and left.

Not long after that, the head of Tianxuan Peak, who was also his master, sent a Taoist boy to look for him. He should have known that he had been here before, and also knew his experience during this period of time. One sentence: "Do you know what you want and what you do?"

Mu Xinghe smiled lonely beside the sea of ​​clouds, and replied: "Disciple understands."

When he returned to his small dwelling, the trees in front of the door were very lush, jujube flowers bloomed sporadically, and some of them bore fruit, and the flowers and trees on the ground also looked like they had been carefully cared for.But there was no one in the cave, so Mu Xinghe waved his hand and called out, "Axi, why don't you come to greet me when I'm back?"

Then I saw a little boy sticking his head out from behind the tree, his eyes dodged, and his voice was soft: "You can't name me randomly..."

Mu Xinghe laughed out loud, and then lowered his voice a bit: "Then, can Xiao Fei be refuted?"

The little boy nodded, thought and thought, poked his head out again, and said, "I heard that you...killed Senior Shen Xiu?"

Fei Bi stayed in Yunfu much longer than him, he knows Shen Xiu and has seen Shen Xiu.

Mu Xinghe's smile slowly subsided: "So even you know it."

Fei Bu was confirmed, bit his lip, but looked like he was about to cry, and said: "Senior Shen Xiu, you are a good person..."

Mu Xinghe went over and patted his head, lowered his eyes and said, "Adults have considerations for adults."

Fei Bi was very unaccustomed to being approached by others, and immediately flew to the top of a tree after being touched on the head. Mu Xinghe smiled, shut himself in the room without saying a word.

The furnishings in the room are still the same, even the desk that he was too lazy to clean up when he left has not changed, he seems to have stepped into the past time in a trance, when the conference that belonged to him had not started, his heart was full of excitement It seems that what he wants can always be obtained by him, and no one is a problem.On the case there is still his deduction of the magic circle, the figure that made him painstakingly write several stacks of paper, now he can see the key at a glance.But now he can't feel the pleasure of becoming stronger—maybe he has lost this feeling a long time ago, those pleasures obtained from detection were buried repeatedly by the pressure and urgency of survival, and finally buried in Deep loess, and never came back.

Sitting on the couch, he stared blankly at the papers, the alchemy furnace and the cauldron, but he still couldn't do anything and lay down slowly.

He didn't practice until the white clouds outside the window turned into sunset glow, and the setting sun turned into night moon.

Even the second day.

He wandered alone in the Yunfu School. The scenery of the Yunfu School showed some subtle changes due to the years, but it was still full of towering trees and white clouds all over the mountain.

What he returned was summer, and summer is a season of half-blooming and half-looming. There are blooming flowers, and some blooming flowers are fading, bearing green fruits and hanging on the branches.Kazuki was full of cicadas singing, and the scorching skylight leaked out. He stepped in the falling sunlight, and there was a slight sound in his footsteps.

Yunfu is too big, as if he is the only one.

Mu Xinghe could clearly feel the loneliness.Loneliness is not that no one wants to be close to you, that infinite thoughts cannot be said, but the sound of footsteps falling on the ground, the slight itchiness of residual flowers brushing against the cheeks, the sound of cicadas wanting to be still and noisy, the sun changing from prosperity to decline, and the bright moon From up to down.

A long, long time ago—so long ago that he didn't even know Shen Xiu, he used to walk like this among the clouds and mountains by himself.After that, he went down the mountain, met many people, mastered power step by step, gained friends, and gained fame.

He seemed to be standing on top of the clouds.He rarely encounters failure, and rarely encounters unexpected situations. What he wants is always very simple.

He thought of those spells that seemed to be conquered by him, and they fell under his hands one after another. He thought of the mountain winds he climbed one after another, and how his true energy formed rivers and seas from streams.

He remembered that he said to his friend, please trust him, he remembered that his friend guarded him to open the way for him, he remembered that he got the leader of the Dao Discussion Conference as he wished, and he remembered Shen Xiu listening to him say nonsensical words of the golden age in the night.

He thought of Zhong Zijin practicing his sword under the moonlight, of Wen Xingze walking towards him among the reed flowers, of that night when the crabapple flowers were clear and bright, and Shen Xiu looked back at him under the crabapple flowers.

But now he has lost almost everything.

People who walk all over Qingshan are not old, and they are not like young people.

Mu Xinghe seemed to have forgotten about cultivation, perhaps because of injuries and failures that crushed his expectations for Jindan, he didn't even plan to travel far, even if he left Yunfu, he wouldn't go too far.Even if he went to Duxiu Tower occasionally, he would just bury his head in the piles of books that recorded the strange theories of ancient times, looking at the legends and prophecies that seemed true or false in the past, and never touched his favorite magic spells.

Occasionally, some letters will be sent out, and the destination is Bitao Academy.After all, this place is amazing, but he only said that there is an old acquaintance in the Bitao Academy, and the situation in the Bitao Academy is not very good, so he wrote to comfort her.

Some people worried that his spirit had been drained away, but no one made a sound.Because a cultivator is basically indifferent to other people's affairs, not to mention Mu Xinghe's behavior is weird, and it cannot be judged by common sense.However, the seniors in Yunfu rarely asked about Mu Xinghe's affairs. After all, Mu Xinghe was young, and he often practiced outside on weekdays, so there were not many good friends among Yunfu.

Finally, one day Yunfu's master chatted with the head of the sect, mentioned these things down the mountain, and said inadvertently: "Mu Xinghe can be regarded as what we have seen until now. As it is now, I am afraid it will be destroyed."

It is midsummer now, but the sect leader is dressed extraordinarily thickly, wrapped in a padded coat with layers of intricate patterns, only looking at the sea of ​​clouds churning in the distance: "...be broken and then stand up, Yunfu must have this calamity."

Mu Xinghe didn't care if everyone paid attention to him.

He lay on the stone looking at the sky for a long time, let the sun hit his face, sat on the top of the tree and listened to the sound of the wind, even birds landed on his shoulders, and he went fishing by the pond wearing a coir raincoat. Catch it and let it go, just like the life he gained and lost.

He thinks about things from a long time ago, the scenery he has seen, the people he has seen, recalling every step he has taken from the past to the present.

Time passed among the leaves he trampled on, and when the mountains were red and the forests were dyed, he rarely received a message from his master.This time the master didn't ask him any more, but said that the Zongmen Dharma meeting was approaching, and he couldn't get away from Yunfu, so he told him to go.He also said that the defense in Duxiu Tower was not as good as it used to be, so he could steal a magic weapon for him.

Although Mu Xinghe did not agree to Li Tingyun's unreasonable request to steal things, he still went to the Zongmen Fa Conference honestly.

He went to Yujing Terrace early in the morning, and there were already outer disciples on Yujing Terrace. They observed the people around them with a somewhat apprehensive expression. Although they tried their best to restrain themselves, they still couldn't hide the greenness on their faces.Perhaps there are also some who are a little older, whose faces lack the youthful vigor and fatigue of long journeys, but still have unquenchable longing in their eyes.

Mu Xing tried to walk into the crowd, but people retreated when they saw him, looking at him respectfully and curiously.

——It turned out that even if he didn't say a word or reveal his identity, he was different from them after all.

He suddenly felt dull, and quietly disappeared into the crowd.

When they saw Mu Xinghe again, it was between the distant mountains and above the clouds.A group of grandmasters came slowly, their clothes flapped by the wind, they didn't make any big moves, only occasionally chatting with their heads sideways, but they were more eye-catching than those fighting with all their strength on the Yujing stage.

This time the master, Mu Xinghe did not have any acquaintances. As far as he knew, Xie Chunrong, who had taken care of him before, left the Consonance Realm many years ago to practice. His master Li Tingyun couldn't get away. Ji Wang was the only master left, but Ji Wang didn't show up for some reason.

Fortunately, Li Tingyun probably greeted others, so no one was surprised by his appearance.The masters maintained their usual sense of distance from the Yunfu Sect, and after answering his greeting to them, they didn't say much to Mu Xinghe.Only a bearded man in blue robe saw him, nodded his head, and said, "I have mentioned you many times." Mu Xinghe guessed that he was Ling Xiao Kuang Dao, and his apprentice was from his outer sect period. Ren Jing, a classmate of mine, exchanged a few more greetings.

At the end of those polite words, Ling Xiao Kuangdao said: "The road is long, you measure it yourself."

He didn't say whether Mu Xinghe's previous actions were wrong or right, nor did he mention Mu Xinghe's failure and depression, only one sentence to judge by himself.People in Yunfu have always been like this. The merits and demerits of others are their business. Only the road is lonely and long.

The competition on the stage was in full swing. With Mu Xinghe's eyesight, he could clearly see their moves. Even during the changes in their true qi, Mu Xinghe could already predict what kind of spells they would use next.They themselves have little experience and lack of understanding, and there are not many spells to choose from, but Mu Xinghe is a little fascinated by it.He saw many uses of the Xiao Qingfeng Jue that he was familiar with in the lack of means, inspired by the desire to win.I also saw many other low-level general-purpose spells, which were almost all their innate spells, driven only by instinct, so rough that they were almost primitive.

Those battles abandoned the techniques he was familiar with, leaving only the truth of the spells stirring on this jade platform.

Mu Xinghe's heart skipped a beat.

The knowledge that had been dead in his heart for a long time seemed to come alive again, accompanied by true energy, wandering in the limbs and bones, turning into clear springs and then into sea tides, constantly stirring, almost rushing out of the body.

Ah...he had indeed forgotten for too long.He forgot the joy of being exposed to magic at first, the appearance of the magic that he really used besides the numerous skills and changes, and his initial love.

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