I am a Juggernaut by virtue of my beauty [Transmigration Book]

Luo Yongzhou frowned, trying to restrain the unease in his heart.

Ever since entering the Land of Immortals, even the difficulty of ascending to the sky can't stop the light of a bright candle. Luo Yongzhou hasn't felt similar emotions for a long time.

What can stop him?Make him uneasy?

In the next moment, Luo Yongzhou knew the answer.

I don't know when, the place where he is located has changed its appearance, it is no longer a lonely piece of empty and desolate brown land, and there will be a rustling sound of loose soil when stepped on.

The whole piece of land was uplifted and became the backbone of the forested peaks, and the blue sky above it also gave birth to white clouds, wrapping around the green peaks like a goddess's belt.

It is the most familiar and unforgettable place in Luo Yongzhou's life.

Between the clouds.

Just now the ruins where he was located were deserted, only occasionally a few cicadas perched on dead branches and stretched out their throats, but now they have completely changed their appearance.

Among the peaks, among the pavilions, and on the mountain trails, there are all disciples in a hurry.

They are dressed in white and wear long swords. They are beautiful and ugly in their own way, tall, short, fat and thin, but they all have anxious and anxious expressions between their brows, full of worry.

"What happened on Bugu Peak...is it true?"

The speaker mentioned the topic that Bai Yunjian was least willing to touch on these days.

His companion also wanted to answer him that it was not true.

The pillars of our white clouds are still there, and half of the sky of the human race has not collapsed.

But these words are self-deception after all.

The companion lowered his head very low, as if he wanted to study the moss growing in the crevices of the stone steps:

"The death knell of Bugu Peak struck the world 81 times before, and the army of the demons then went to the foot of the Great Wall. They had obviously retreated before. If it is not a coincidence, would you believe it?"

If it weren't for the Yueshuang River among the white clouds, the only land god in the world, who would be worthy of the ninety-nine and eighty-one death bells of Bugu Peak, proclaiming the immortal way?

Who can continue to deceive themselves and others?

Then there was a long, almost suffocating silence.

When the disciple spoke again, there was a bit of bewildered crying: "Bugufeng's lineage is almost cut off, there is no master in the white clouds, but the human race has one arm. However, the demons are recharging their energy, from the demon master to the sun and the moon. The stars are all good."

Even if you don't pinch your fingers to count how many demon troops there are, how many troops are garrisoned on the Great Wall.Just saying that Yue Changtian, a land god, is going to face four demons, is enough to make people despair.

"Baiyunjian is just behind the Great Wall on the border. Once the demons invade, we will bear the brunt. What should we do?"

Can they still keep their bodies, can they still have the time to practice carefree in the mountains and play with their classmates like before?

Who will guard the Baiyunjian, and who will guard the world of the human race?

It turned out that under their usual stable surface, they were already riddled with holes.

The so-called backing that was supposed to protect them from the wind and rain was so full of holes, but when the real storm came, it was as vulnerable as a rotten tree.

"Don't mention these."

The companion seemed to want to comfort him, cheer him up, and finally returned to a forced smile:

"Soldiers come to block the water and cover it with soil, and the matter of the demons has not been written off yet, so what are you afraid of?"

They couldn't see Luo Yongzhou, but Luo Yongzhou could hear the conversation between the two in full.

He knew where it was.

It is between the white clouds 200 years ago.

It was when Yue Shuangjiang, Cui Wuzhi and Qi Hengduan died.

It was a memory that Luo Yongzhou would not want to recall even after 200 years, when he became number one in the world.

Perhaps it was due to psychological reasons, Luo Yongzhou only felt that the clear and clear breeze was mixed with a few traces of bloody smell, which seemed to be absent, and rushed towards him like a blunt knife cutting the face.

Talk about half a life...

Luo Yongzhou laughed coldly, his back trembling uncontrollably.

He figured out the cause and effect.

The first few patterns I discovered on the Mingjingtai ruins were not about my half-life handwriting, and the Mingjingtai's destruction of the family was not about my half-life.

It should be that the person who did it had ulterior motives and deliberately wanted to provoke conflicts between him and Tan Bansheng.

It can be said that half of my life has been here.

He came earlier than Luo Yongzhou, and he came here to set up a trap, quietly covering up all the traces of the formation.

He knew that Luo Yongzhou would not give up easily, so he specially set up a trap and waited for Luo Yongzhou's arrival.

Luo Yongzhou talked about half his life.

Tan Bansheng also of course understands Luo Yongzhou.

He knew Luo Yongzhou's sword well, and knew how to set up the formation so as not to arouse Luo Yongzhou's suspicious attention.

It is clearer where Luo Yongri's weakness is.

No matter how heavy the coercion in this world is, no matter how deep the murderous intent is, nothing can stop Luo Yongri.

His only weakness is the irreparable shortcoming in the long river of time.

For example, 200 years ago, there was no isolated mountain.

So Luo Yongzhou stepped into the maze that Tan Bansheng had left for him logically.

Luo Yongzhou bent down with a smile, his eyes just happened to look at the verdant vegetation on the ground, reminding him of the scattered patterns on the ruins of the Mingjingtai.

Since Tan Bansheng had come here earlier, he would not have noticed the intention to frame him.

So what was the reason for Tan Bansheng not to erase the lines?

But Xinluo Yongzhou's trust in him will not be shaken by this pediatric method——

Still in his opinion, he had calculated Luo Yongzhou, and it would be a matter of time before the two of them turned against each other.

So a few more lines and a few less lines, misunderstood or not, for half a lifetime, it is not enough, it doesn't matter?

"Master, brother."

Luo Yongzhou said in a low voice.

He spoke in a serious manner, as if there were really three people sitting around him with their chins propped up, waiting for him to say something casually.

As far as the structure of the world is concerned, as small as being short-lived by parents, they are all happy and beaming when they talk about it.

That was already a memory from a long, long time ago, and when Luo Yongzhou used these two titles again, he felt as if he had passed away.

He stretched out his hand to grab it, but he didn't grab anything except the air between his fingers:

"I used to really want to go back to this time, I wanted you to live, I wanted the tragedy to never happen again, and I wanted everyone in the world to be well."

He is willing to take everything, at any cost.

It's a pity that time flows like a river, never returning, and the past cannot be traced back. Even with the power of the land gods, Luo Yongzhou was able to behead the head of the great demon lord, but he was still helpless about what happened 200 years ago.

It turns out that land gods are no different from ordinary mortals sometimes.

"So even though this is just an illusion of memory, even though I can no longer be clear that its purpose is to trap me and make me addicted to it. My sword will still be slow. Once the light of the candle slows down, the sharpness of the sword will not be enough To break through the phantom formation that Tan half his life has set up."

Luo Yongzhou wanted to laugh a little while talking.

Being a sword master and being number one in the world for 200 years, everyone praised him, boasted that he was a legend in the world, unique.

Luo Yongzhou really believed it.

He's so cocky that he thinks he's been through all the hardest and most dangerous things in the world

He put his life on the sword and rubbed shoulders with life and death.

He once topped the list of heaven with one sword, fought against all demons, slayed the head of demons, towned the Great Wall, and lit the lamp of the world!

Wherever there are people, there are legends of the sword sage and the first light of the candle.

What hardships and dangers in the world, what desperation and desperation can trap him?

Unexpectedly, Luo Yongzhou thought of missing one alone.

The knife in the back of a close friend.

It was really ruthless, it was terrific, and he slapped him hard on the face, resoundingly.

"I don't hate to talk about half my life."

Luo Yongzhou said.

If he really gritted his teeth with hatred for Tan Bansheng, why was he hesitant to be trapped in the phantom array?It should have broken the phantom array with a sword, and Feijian went to get Tan Bansheng's head.

Hate is also motivation.

It is a source of motivation stronger and thicker than all others.

But Luo Yongzhou can't wait to talk about half his life.

He took a deep breath, his throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse as if he had squeezed out every single word: "Talking about the fact that Master Bansheng died so hard for the demons, why doesn't he hate the demons, why doesn't he hate the demons in the future? The demon master cut grass and roots?"

Luo Yongzhou figured out how important Tan Bansheng's master is to Tan Bansheng.

Talking about half of life, this half of life, live for his master when his master is alive, live for his master after his master's death, just so much hope, just so much light, regardless of life or death.

How important do you think his master is to him?

Even Luo Yongzhou asked himself, can he not hate the demons, can he not vent his hatred on the demons?

How can it be?

The Mozu killed Yueshuangjiang, Cui Wuzhi, and Qi Hengduan.

Killed the teacher who taught him how to love the world, and killed the three most important relatives to him in the world.

The demons killed all his relatives, leaving him alone on Bugu Peak.

Luo Yongzhou had a period of time when he was dreaming at night, thinking about how to completely wipe out the demons, how to pay blood for blood to eliminate future troubles forever.

How can you not hate?

Regarding Mu Xiwei's matter, it's not that Luo Yongzhou himself didn't hesitate.

If he said [-] to [-], he was still afraid that it would be difficult to have both.

The Juggernaut is not afraid of death, not afraid of being notorious, but afraid of being in vain and implicating other innocent people.

innocent people...

Luo Yongzhou suddenly thought of Mu Xiwei's sixteenth voice.

"But Mu Xiwei... is not a demon lord."

Luo Yongzhou thought about this short period of time together, and realized that he could say a lot of good things about Mu Xiwei.

His innocence, his nature is pure and kind, and his youth is gentle.

These are good enough to Luo Yongzhou's mouth, and they all become a simple conclusion:

"He didn't deserve to die."

Mu Xiwei was the most innocent one.

He has clearly never failed, never been ashamed of anyone in the world, but he is forced to bear the blood debt of the entire human race in the past.

He clearly wanted everyone to live, but all the people he wanted to live wished for his death, calculating his life.

Just because of a demon origin.

If there is no demon origin, Mu Xiwei should also be one of the thousands of people who are protected by Luo Yongzhou under the early light of the candle.

It is also time to shine and be a talented person, spend half of your life smoothly, and be the next generation to support the backbone of the human race.

The world will praise his uprightness, admire his self-sacrifice, praise his deeds in life, and become a legendary legend after death.

How innocent is Mu Xiwei?

Luo Yongzhou said softly: "Brother, master, I'm sorry. Tan Bansheng deliberately trapped me, probably because he noticed Mu Xiwei's identity."

"The later the delay, the greater the variables. I can't delay any longer."

No matter how much the illusion is what he longs for, no matter how much he is obsessed with it, it will still be an illusion after all.

What he wants to do well is in this world.

Luo Yongzhou withdrew his hand, and when he was about to draw his sword, he suddenly found something extra in his palm.

He spread out his palm, and on it lay a small five-petaled white flower.

It is really a very small, fragile flower.The petals are so white and delicate that people dare not use force, and the tender yellow stamens are probably because they are separated from the branches, and they droop their heads with a few traces.

Luo Yongzhou recognized this flower in the flash of memories.

When Cui Wuzhi was in Bugu Peak, he always liked to take care of some flowers and plants. He was patient and dexterous.

It's a pity that the flowers, plants and spiritual trees he cultivated so carefully are always affected by the aftermath of the fight between Luo Yongzhou and Qi Hengduan, and large areas of them died.

Cui Wuzhi was not annoyed, instead of blaming the two juniors who thought they were guilty and disheartened and came to make an apology, on the contrary, he told them not to worry about it, just be careful next time.

He didn't mind, but Luo Yongzhou took Cui Wuzhi's hobby very seriously.

Every time he went out afterwards, he would bring many strange flowers and plants to Cui Wuzhi.Some flowers and plants are so precious that it is hard to find a single plant with millions of spiritual stones. There are also some ugly ones that smear a seed with black paint, so it is impossible to tell whether it will be a treasure tree or a dog's tail grass in the future.

Cui Wuzhi never refused anyone who came, and he accepted them all with a smile, and planted them on Bugu Peak with all his heart.

The small white flower with five petals was planted from a seed that Luo Yongzhou brought him.

The seed was almost dead, even Cui Wuzhi spent a lot of effort, taking care of it in the morning, visiting it in the afternoon, loosening the soil in the evening, and working hard every day, it took several years to make it heavy. Rejuvenate and bloom.

Qi Hengduan excitedly ran to see it with him, wanting to see what kind of precious thing it was, a flower that bloomed a few years late.

The result disappointed him greatly.

What blooms is not a fairyland exotic flower, nor a rich flower in the world, but an extremely ordinary small white flower that is never lacking in any field in the world.

It's not too different from the dog's tail grass.

Seeing Qi Hengduan, of course he would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it was a mockery to catch Luo Yongzhou.

As for whether he laughed at Luo Yongzhou's lack of vision, or was secretly jealous that Luo Yongzhou only brought things to Cui Wuzhi as an opportunity to vent, it is unknown.

It was rare for Luo Yongzhou to turn Qi Hengduan back, and he apologized to Cui Wuzhi, "I'm sorry, senior brother. I got this seed in a secret place. I think it's been a long time ago, maybe it's from ancient times. It’s also possible that there are different species.”

I didn't expect that the long time will return to the long time, but it is special but not special at all.

Luo Yongzhou did not expect that there were such things as dogtail grass in ancient times.

It can be seen that its vitality is tenacious, and monks who have lived through generations are admirable.

"nothing."

Cui Wuzhi looked at him and smiled.

He has always been gentle and uncontested in his dealings with others. Although he is outstanding in appearance, he inevitably appears a little dull under his clear and watery temperament, which is rarely noticed by people.

But under this smile, there is a clearness that cannot be concealed by anything, as touching as snow on bamboo branches, or jade stones shining.

Cui Wuzhi said warmly, "It's a very beautiful flower."

Every word he said came from the heart and sincerity, and even Luo Yongzhou was embarrassed to continue the next sentence.

Cui Wuzhi held a small, inconspicuous white flower with his finger, with a cherished expression, as if his hand was an inexhaustible treasure:

"I like it very much. The care of the past few years is not in vain. It is worth it. This is my favorite plant among the plants in Bugufeng."

At that time, Luo Yongzhou was stubborn, thinking that his senior brother's hobbies were so strange, he didn't like famous flowers or fairy grass, but he just treated a small white flower on the side of the road differently.

So Luo Yongzhou racked his brains to cater to Cui Wuzhi's preferences, bringing him dogtail grass growing in the field today, and picking a bunch of reds that he saw when he was on the road tomorrow.

The members of Qi Hengduan's family had never seen these before, but they thought it was very fresh. Hearing Luo Yongzhou's flickering, he really thought that the dog's tail grass was transformed from the dog's tail.

He excitedly took it out to show off to his friends and cousins, but he got unanimous sympathetic looks.

Qi Hengduan didn't get annoyed, he thought about it happily, this is because your knowledge is shallow and short, you have never even seen the dog's tail grass.

He is not as knowledgeable as a frog in a well.

Cui Wuzhi knew about it, but he didn't point out the nonsense of Luo Yongzhou. Every time he received the wild flowers and weeds sent by Luo Yongzhou, he smiled from the bottom of his heart, and he planted them on Bugu Peak carefully.

In the end, the foxtail grass grew and flourished, occupying half of Bugu Peak. With tenacious vitality, it climbed to the topmost cave on the top of the mountain, Yueshuang River.

Yue Shuangjiang had just come out of retreat at that time, and when he opened the door, he saw the pretty figure of the dog's tail grass swaying in the wind, which made him think that something was wrong with Bai Yunjian's finances, and he even invited a person who weeded Bugu Peak I'm sorry, and hurriedly ran to the head of the house.

After repeated calculations, Yue Shuangjiang confirmed two things:

First of all, Bai Yunjian's finances were not so bad that the dogtail grass was allowed to grow tenaciously, occupying his majestic mansion of a land fairy.

Secondly, it was his three apprentices who made the dog's tail grass.

Yue Shuangjiang went back angrily, questioned Luo Yongzhou, and warned Luo Yongzhou not to bring any more wild flowers and weeds to their Bugu Peak.

He's not such a casual land fairy.

Poor to poor, face and people can not collapse.

Luo Yongzhou didn't take it seriously, he didn't take his warning seriously at all, saying that his senior brother liked it.

The implication is how old is your face compared to your senior brother?

Yue Shuangjiang felt tight in his chest, "..."

Cui Wuzhi smiled across his eyes, and echoed Luo Yongzhou, saying that he really likes these dogtail grasses, and let Yue Shuangjiang forgive him a little bit.

Yue Shuangjiang: "..."

Will he still have time to pack his apprentice and the dogtail grass and drive them off Bugu Peak?

Luo Yongzhou didn't realize until later that Cui Wuzhi was the first apprentice of Yueshuangjiang and the future master of Baiyun Jian, and his vision and experience were not bad, so how could he really like those plain little white flowers, the dog's tail grass?

What he likes is nothing more than what Luo Yongzhou brought back, and what Luo Yongzhou has been looking for.

It's a pity that it was too late for Luo Yongzhou to understand the truth, the dog's tail grass covered half of the Bugu Peak in the back, and finally stopped in front of Cui Wuzhi's tomb.

He can go to the sky and enter the earth, and the spiritual plants sent by the world to curry favor with him can fill up a whole mountain of not alone.

But Luo Yongzhou could no longer make up for Cui Wuzhi's favorite flowers and plants.

He left all the dogtail grass and small white flowers, and let them bloom freely on Bugu Peak, thriving.

Luo Yongzhou is the same as Cui Wuzhi.

He didn't care if it was a rare flower in the sky or not, and he didn't care if the little white flower with a dog's tail would damage the majesty of the sword master, making it appear that it wasn't popular enough.

Luo Yongzhou only knew that it was planted by Cui Wuzhi himself.

That's enough.

And the little white flower lying in his palm at this moment——

Luo Yongzhou took a closer look, and found that it was the flower that grew from the seed he gave Cui Wuzhi hundreds of years ago.

He slowly folded his palms together.

Luo Yongzhou remembered that some time ago, when he was talking about Mu Xiwei next to the tombstones of Cui Wuzhi and Qi Hengduan, a bird gave him exactly the same flower.

It fell lightly on his palm, like a cloud, a candy.

It was like the last bit of tenderness and kindness that Cui Wuzhi had left for him.

Maybe Cui Wuzhi and Qi Hengduan just existed in this world in a different form.

Maybe the two of them can see and know his every move.

Perhaps Cui Wuzhi and Qi Hengduan would also support him in doing so.

"Brother."

Luo Yongzhou said to the white flowers on his palm, "If you were alive, you would definitely like Xiwei."

"You always pamper me, let me pamper me again this time. Let me pretend that you are there, that you know, and that you like Xiwei."

"Offended."

He unsheathed his long sword, and brilliant light descended like thunder from the sky, splitting towards the highest main peak among the white clouds.

Bugu Peak split into two halves, but there was no astonishing sound of heaven and earth shattering, only the phantom scenery surged like clouds of smoke, and disappeared before Luo Yongzhou's eyes along with the Bugu Peak that was falling smoothly to both sides.

Lu Guijing and Qi Yunfei were stunned for a while on the steps, scolded God for a while, and then had a big fight over whether to kill Mu Xiwei or not.

Lu Guijing said he couldn't be killed, so what if you killed his uncle.

Qi Yunfei said that he must be killed, what if you don't kill his uncle.

They quarreled until the end, and no one could convince the other, so they were so angry that they broke up and went back to their respective peaks.

One of them never went to the north of Gufeng, and the other never went to the south of Gufeng, and sneaked up to the top of Bugu Peak.

Qi Yunfei thought that he must strike first, and kill Mu Xiwei before Lu Guijing came over to be at ease.

Lu Guijing thought that he had to strike first, knocking Qi Yunfei unconscious and dragging him down to confinement before he could be at ease.

Then they met each other at the top of Bugu Peak. Because each of them was more worried and depressed than the other, they didn't look at the road at all, so they bumped into each other.

Qi Yunfei was startled: "Brother!"

Damn it, how could Lu Guijing be ahead of him?Can he still kill Mu Xiwei when Lu Guijing stops him?

Lu Guijing was surprised: "Brother!"

Damn it, how could Qi Yunfei be ahead of him?Can he still rescue Mu Xiwei from Qi Yunfei's sword?

Qi Yunfei quickly drew his sword.

Lu Guijing also quickly drew his sword.

Lu Guijing said: "Junior brother, I know you want to use a quick sword, the sword intent is like the autumn wind sweeping the fallen leaves, dense and unobstructed, to get Mu Xiwei's head. If I use a lot of spiritual power at this time, interrupt your meridians The movement of the sword energy can stop you."

His piercing eyes saw Qi Yunfei's intentions.

Qi Yunfei calmly said: "Brother, I know you are good at competing in spiritual power. But I only need a blow of wind and thunder to paralyze your meridians, and you won't be able to stop me for at least a breath."

He responded quickly and came up with a strategy to deal with Lu Guijing.

They fell silent again.

Lu Guijing and Qi Yunfei have known each other since they were young, and they practiced swords together for many years. Either Qi Yunfei fought with Lu Guijing to clean up the mess when they were young, or if Lu Guijing didn't argue with Qi Yunfei to let him take the lead, they have already been inseparable.

They knew each other well, just by looking at how each other frowned and how they held their swords, they could know exactly what the other wanted to do next.

Qi Yunfei said, "A fight?"

Lu Guijing said, "Forget it."

Qi Yunfei was very pleased.

He thought that Lu Guijing's dead-headedness had finally come to his senses, and when they could kill Mu Xiwei together to create a prosperous new future without having to stage a scene of fighting each other, he heard Lu Guijing let out a long sigh. Powerless said:

"Everyone is gone, and they are still being beaten."

Qi Yunfei: "???"

They circled Bugu Peak, searched every inch of Bugu Peak with their spiritual sense, and then confirmed that Mu Xiwei had indeed run away.

Qi Yunfei's face was very ugly, as if he would violently kill someone in the next moment, he said coldly:

"I just said that the kid surnamed Mu has evil intentions. If he didn't know anything, how could he run down Bugu Peak at this time?"

Lu Guijing remained silent.

In his heart, he still favored Mu Xiwei's ignorance.

But Qi Yunfei was right, it was indeed a subtle coincidence when Mu Xiwei left Bugu Peak, and in his own hands, there was no evidence to prove that Mu Xiwei was the same.

"Master!"

At this time, the disciple's hasty shout broke the stalemate between the two invisible.

He stumbled and ran towards Lu Guijing's place, and when he was three feet close to Lu Guijing, he staggered and knelt down in front of Lu Guijing, weeping blood:

"The Baiyunjian disciples you sent to protect the Mu family... are all gone!"

Like a thunderbolt from the blue sky hitting Bugu Peak.

Tongzhou Mu Mansion.

The Mu family is the largest family in this city, and everyone who passed by admired the prestige of the Mu family. Every time they pass through Tongzhou City, they must hand over a letter of worship.

The Mu family also upholds the hospitality of the ancestors, but for those who hand in the greeting card, whether it is a scholar, farmer, businessman, or peddler, the steward will prepare good wine, food and local specialties. Please come in and entertain.

After going back and forth like this, the Mu Mansion is full of traffic all year round, and there is an endless stream of well-dressed visitors from all over the place.

Only today is an exception.

The gate of Mu Mansion was closed tightly, and there were two drops of blood in the eyes of the animal head holding the knocker on the Zhumen, revealing an ominous scarlet meaning.

The Mu Mansion is located in the busiest and busiest alley in Tongzhou City. At this time, there is no one there. Even the wild cats are not afraid to approach this place. They quickly jumped onto the branches and disappeared into the shade of the tree. inside.

Inside the gate, Mu Xi looked slightly at the broken limbs and remains on the ground, his hands and feet were cold, and even his eyes were dizzy.

He dared not look.

The nearest severed arm was wearing a gold ring of Fu Lu Shou. The knuckles were extremely thick due to years of hard work, so it should belong to the cook.

She cooks well. Mu Xiwei remembers that whenever he was reprimanded by his parents and depressed when he was a child, the kitchen would always serve him extra rich dishes with extra care.

Maybe it's the sweet fancy pastries, maybe it's the seasonal fruits and vegetables that have just been picked for a taste, it's all a little surprise that can make Mu Xiwei's eyes shine and put aside the unpleasantness of being trained.

Mu Xiwei knew that all the dishes and desserts came from the chef's intentions.

Mu Xiwei is as old as the cook's son, so the cook's feelings for him are naturally different, she often demotes her son to nothing in front of Mu Xiwei, talking about how if her son can be as handsome as Mu Xiwei, She was also satisfied, and could kick her legs and close her eyes with peace of mind.

Mu Xiwei was so scared that she hurriedly pooh-poohed her a few times, saying that if the aunt leaves, who will cook for me?

The cook wiped her hands and touched his head, her eyes narrowed into a smile, and said Xiao Lang, don't worry, Madam will cook for you for a lifetime.

When Mu Xiwei left Mu's Mansion, the cook told Mu Xiwei that he must come back to Mu's Mansion early so as to catch up with her son's wedding.

She was worried that Mu Xiwei would eat and sleep outside, and he wouldn't be able to eat well.Thinking of the suffering of the child she has carefully fed, the cook would shed tears every time she spoke.

What she didn't know was that Mu Xiwei would never be able to keep up with her son's wedding reception, nor would she be able to eat the food she made.

Next to the cook's hand lay another severed arm.

That arm looked thicker and more powerful, with a solid wrist guard on the forearm, and a chained golden knife was still tightly held in the palm.

Mu Xiwei knew this golden knife and this hand.

This is the head of their family's nursing home. He is highly skilled in martial arts and has always been very prestigious. Mu Xi called him Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang likes to drink, and when he gets drunk, he talks about how he walked the rivers and lakes with a chain of golden knives. He opened his eyes in a daze, and began to brag about how handsome and unrestrained he was back then, and how invincible he was in the world, attracting the hearts of beauties and heroes Make friends.

He had saved the lives of Mu Xiwei's grandfather and father, and taught Mu Xiwei many martial arts.

Mu Xiwei's father has an upright personality and has always been strict with his only son. Mu Xiwei was trained to grow up when he was young.

Every time he was scolded by his father to be unhappy alone, Uncle Wang would bring a jar of wine and a plate of peanuts to talk to him to amuse him.

He would tell Mu Xiwei the soul-stirring stories of those heroes and beauties in the rivers and lakes, teach Mu Xiwei many strange but inexplicably useful little tricks, and finally pour Mu Xiwei a glass of wine, slap the table and say that he is a man, Is there anything you can't do without a glass of wine?

Mu Xiwei tried to take a small sip, but she was so hot that she shed tears, and since then she has stayed away from such things.

When Mu Xiwei wanted to learn swordsmanship, Uncle Wang lost his temper with him, saying that real men never use swords in a wrong way, and if Mu Xiwei dared to learn swordsmanship, he would not admit that he had a nephew like Mu Xiwei .

Mu Xiwei was only stubborn in the matter of practicing swords, and didn't listen to Uncle Wang, which made him very angry.

It was the child that I brought up with my own hands and watched him grow from a babbling toddler to a handsome young man.

What can Uncle Wang do to him?

In the end, he still found many lost sword manuals for Mu Xiwei, and said coldly that Mu Xiwei didn't learn from him, and that he would regret it until his guts turned green in the future, and it would be useless to cry and beg him.

But all gone.

Promised him to cook for him for a lifetime, promised to teach him superb martial arts...all gone.

The most dexterous hands and strongest arms in Mu Xi's childhood memories are gone.

They left their masters, lost their vitality, and became a pile of broken bones and rotten flesh lying there.

It will rot here in a short time, attracting piles of mosquitoes and flies chasing the carrion.

In the end, the mosquitoes and flies didn't bother to patronize; they were allowed to melt into the soil as their final destination.

Mu Xiwei stared at them motionlessly.

The more he looked, the colder his body became, the worse his headache became, and in the end he couldn't even stand still.

But Mu Xiwei still stared at it motionless, almost masochistic, his black pupils didn't even turn at all.

He was still on Bugu Peak a moment ago.

Ever since Mu Xiwei learned that the Juggernaut wanted to take him as his disciple, he was overjoyed. Let alone planning how to escape from Baiyunjian, even if he drove him directly, Mu Xiwei would stay as stable as Mount Tai and refused to leave.

He spent those few days on Bugu Peak leisurely and carefree, except that the Juggernaut did not return for a long time, his friend Luo Shiliu left without saying goodbye, and there was no one to talk to relieve his boredom, other things were not bad.

Mu Xiwei's peaceful life was broken by a messenger talisman.

There are a few scrawled handwritings on it, which are a mess, and it can be seen that he must have been extremely anxious when he took the initiative to write:

The Mu family is in trouble, come back quickly!

The signature is Luo Shiliu, and a teleportation talisman is attached.

After seeing those words clearly, Mu Xiwei shook her hands and almost threw the two talismans to the ground together.

The content on the message talisman was too important to Mu Xiwei, he couldn't gamble on the possibility, and he didn't have time to study it carefully. After confirming that it was indeed Luo Shiliu's aura, he hurriedly tore up another message symbol.

The world is spinning and the scenery is changing.

He came to the place where he once grew up and was deeply attached to.

He came to the purgatory on earth that he didn't want to admit.

He saw ruins of broken tiles, stacked pavilions, carved beams and painted buildings all turned into embarrassing ruins, and he couldn't see the wealth and splendor they once had.

It's an external object, it doesn't matter.

But when Mu Xiwei stood still, saw more clearly, and smelled blood, he collapsed.

From Mu Xiwei's parents, Elder Zong, down to the servant who boils water and does laundry, Mu Xiwei can recognize everyone's face, call everyone's name, and even remember everyone's preferences.

However, those living people who accompanied him throughout his childhood were all turned into glaring heads on the ground, bones with separated limbs on the ground, and even minced meat whose original appearance could not be seen clearly.

Mu Xiwei didn't know what it was like to die.

But at that moment, he was almost dead.

All gone.

Watching the people he grows up with, he wants to protect the people he wants to give back.

The one who loves him, the one he loves.

The meaning of his life in the first half was gone.

From then on, even if Mu Xiwei became famous all over the world, no one would remember that there was a young man named Mu Xiwei in Tongzhou City, and no one would remember the past 18 years of his life.

What's the difference between that and being dead?

Mu Xi followed his gaze slightly, and saw his parents who had only one breath left, and the man in black who was stepping on their bodies and showing him a provocative smile slowly.

The man in black is waiting for him.

Wait until he sees the tragic situation of Mu's family being destroyed, and sees the death of his parents.

Mu Xiwei couldn't remember what happened afterwards.

When he regained his sanity again, the man in black was pierced with blood holes, and his sword was broken on the side.

It seems that it was broken because it couldn't bear the force when piercing the man in black.

As for his parents who fell on the ground, the light in their eyes gradually dimmed.

"Father! Mother!"

Mu Xi staggered a few steps and fell to the ground. He tried to support himself, but all efforts were in vain. Finally, with the strength in his hands, he forcibly crawled to the side of the head of the Mu family and his wife.

His palms were bloody and bloody from the sand and gravel.

"Xiwei."

The Patriarch of the Mu family spoke intermittently, his voice short of breath, and he couldn't make out what he was saying without listening attentively.

"You have to forget about these and live well."

As the head of the family, the Patriarch of the Mu family is responsible for the lives of hundreds of people. Of course, he is meticulous and impeccable in his dealings with others.

Mu Xiwei is his only son, the future head of the Mu family.Because of this, the head of the Mu family has always been very strict with him, and he will not tolerate any mistakes in Mu Xiwei's words and deeds, and requires perfection in everything.

Mu Xiwei rarely saw his father's smiling face, and got his father's heartfelt words.

But in the end, all the hope of this unkind father for his child was not for him to avenge his hatred and rise to the top, and to vent this anger for the hundreds of members of the Mu family.

As a father, he has only one simple and ardent hope

That is to let Mu Xiwei live well.

"Father...Father, don't!"

Mu Xi broke down in tears, unable to speak a single sentence coherently, he shook his head desperately, tears fell down like money, and stuck in his throat.

He didn't know why this happened.

The Mu family has been kind to others for generations, why did they invite murder?

He obviously killed the man in black, why did his parents still die?

why?

Mrs. Mu panted a few times, her back heaved violently, and finally said, "Xiwei, be good, don't cry, live well."

She wanted to say that everyone in the Mu family was glad that you were not here, and hoped that you could live a good life.

You are the pride of our whole government, and the most beloved child of our people.

With you here, the Mu family will be there.

the rest not much