There is a two-story small building in the quiet courtyard, Li Sinian and Fang Junnan stayed outside the door, and Xiao Erhei also stayed outside sensibly, with Butterfly Dream on his back and a pitiful three under his paws.

The room was quiet, and no sound came out, but whether it was a human or a demon, they could always vaguely feel a trace of sobbing.

No one spoke, and even the sound of the wind and grass in the courtyard disappeared.

Fang Junnan and Liu Mingxiu sat speechlessly on the rattan chair at the door, the former with a straight waist, and the latter leaned weakly on his shoulder, his small hands tightly clutching his big hands. There are more and more wine jars under Li Sinian's feet, but the wine on his body is tightly locked, as if he is afraid of disturbing the atmosphere here.

Xiao Erhei was fiddling with the three for a while, and the poor three didn't know if he was scared or infected by the atmosphere here, and he didn't say a word and let Xiao Erhei bully without making a scream.

Diemeng patted Xiao Erhei's head dissatisfied, and Xiao Erhei stopped, but after a while, he couldn't help but fiddle with it.

It didn't mean to bully Sanjo, it couldn't stand the atmosphere here, and if it didn't find something to do, it was afraid that it would suffocate to death, so the "sensible" Sanjo could only serve as its small means of venting.

Suddenly, the courtyard gate, which had been closed for an unknown number of years, was pushed open for the second time today, and two old men walked in.

The one who is behind is Mu Dong, who has seen him before, and the one in front is a sturdy old man, a black and white robe that is a bit like a Taoist robe is worn on his body, but the robe that should be wide can't hide his strong muscles, and it looks bulging, if it weren't for the gray short beard and long hair, and the wrinkles written all over the vicissitudes of time, it would be hard for you to believe that he is an old man and not a martial artist in the prime of life.

This is Mu Fangli, the former head of the Mu family?

Several people suddenly cheered up and stared at each other.

To be honest, judging from the first impression alone, it is difficult for them to believe that the person in front of them will be the legendary master of the Mu family who "peeps into the sky and serves everything in their hearts". If it weren't for the fact that the old man was strong but not fat, Li Sinian even doubted that this tall old man would have a relationship with the Hao family in Mobei.

When they saw that the eyes were, they believed.

It's just that the eyes are staggered, there is no sympathy of the qi machine, everyone, including Xiao Erhei, feels that he is covered in sweat and hair, and he seems to be gently touched by an invisible hand from the inside out, and everything about himself in front of him is nothing to hide.

They had experienced this feeling once, and that was when they faced a Taoist priest.

Compared with the Taoist priest's quiet and free-spirited, the control of the person in front of him is obviously more than a step behind, just like a light in the night, whoever sees him will know that he is absolutely extraordinary.

Maybe it's intentional, right?

No one knew, and no one dared to stare directly into those intimidating eyes to continue their inquiry, and several people staggered their gazes.

"I'm sorry, I can't get home from my practice, and I surprised a few little friends. The old man Mu Fangli, a bad old man of the Mu family, is also the grandfather of your friend Li Chuyi. ”

The old man was very kind, and took the initiative to say with a slight smile.

Several people hurriedly got up to salute, and their attitudes were extremely respectful. Even Xiao Erhei reined in, and the very well-behaved person stood up and arched his hand with his front paws, and shouted sweetly "Hello grandpa", which made Mu Fangli happy.

"You're Xiao Erhei, the friend you met in Xuanbing Cold Prison in the first year of junior high school, how is your father?"

Xiao Erhei was startled, and his claws tightened and almost pinched the three to death.

Does this old man know where it came from?

"Don't be afraid, I know that your father is an ancient demon power, and he has always had the intention to pay a visit before, but the big array of Xuanbing Cold Hell is too powerful, and I am also entangled in chores and cannot be idle, so I have not been able to make the trip. It's a pity that I can see the heir of the ancient demon today. ”

Swallowing his saliva, Xiao Erhei smiled and nodded, secretly relieved in his heart.

It seems that the old man only guessed the scales and half claws, and did not know the real details, only if the old scourge was a certain forbidden ancient demon, otherwise even if there was no hindrance from the Cold Hell Array, he would not dare to "visit" a real divine beast with his three guts.

After a few words, Mu Fangli's eyes turned to look at the closed door.

"He... Is it in there?"

Everyone nodded in unison, and Fang Junnan bowed slightly and asked respectfully, "Senior, do you want to go in?"

Mu Fangli's eyes were full of excitement, and he was about to nod yes, but suddenly hesitated.

"I... Let's wait. ”

Sighing, Mu Fangli casually beckoned a rattan chair to sit down, and Mu Dong stood behind him respectfully.

Waving at a few people, Mu Fangli said gently: "Sit down, don't be restrained, my old face is a little scary, but I don't eat people." ”

Everyone was happy, and their mood relaxed.

didn't dare to be really casual, everyone sat down in front of Mu Fangli respectfully, and no one dared to sit on an equal footing with him.

smiled slightly, but Mu Fangli nodded secretly in his heart, and secretly said that Li Chuyi's friends were good, and he was very polite between advance and retreat.

After a pause, Mu Fangli sighed softly.

"As you know, the child has been separated from me since he was a child, and I have intermittently heard some news about him over the years, but it is very general and does not meet my satisfaction. You are all his friends, you have experienced a lot of things together, the old man wants to ask you for a favor, can you tell me about his things over the years? Don't be afraid of verbose, as long as you know as much as possible, the old man has not fulfilled the responsibility of being a grandfather, has not been able to grow up with him, but what he has experienced, whether it is good or bad, the old man does not want to miss it, not the slightest. ”

Several people were stunned together, and then sighed secretly.

Being able to say such words with a hint of pleading as Mu Fangli really made them have mixed feelings.

Where else is this the head of the Mu family who is powerful in the world, this is simply an old man who lost his beloved grandson in his early years and wants to make up for something when he reunites in his later years.

When everyone arrived at the door, they didn't dare to push the door in, but first pulled them to ask about the past, it seems that the old master of Mu is the same as Li Chuyi, in fact, he is also afraid in his heart.

Even the pleasantness towards them to the point of self-deprecation and amusement, in addition to the fact that they are Li Chuyi's friends, I am afraid that it is also a means to relieve the tension and uneasiness in his heart, and even a gaffe that does not conform to his identity.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, Li Chu is bitter, Mu Fangli... It's not easy, either.

Inside the house, Li Chuyi didn't sob, but his eyes were always blurry.

The invincible Yin Yang Dao Eye lost its effect again, no matter how he rubbed his eyes, he couldn't see it really, only the coolness on the back of his hand.

There was a very good smell in the room, he was not a Taoist priest, nor was he Li Sinian, he couldn't tell what kind of fragrance it was, but he knew the origin of this smell, it was the smell of his mother.

Upstairs and downstairs are spotless, and the protective circle of the small building is very well isolated from the dust of the outside world, and it also locks in the smell of this smell until now.

Li Chuyi wanted to thank the person who arranged the formation, because his meticulousness made him truly feel the existence of his mother for the first time, and provided a basis for him to imagine what it was like to snuggle up to his mother.

Li Chuyi also hated the person who arranged the formation, he knew that his level was not high enough, why did he still take on this kind of work?

What's the use of you only keeping the aroma, why don't you find someone with a higher level of attainment and preserve the popularity of this place as well?

Warm house incense house, but there is no popularity, what is the difference between this and the deserted house?

With blurred eyes, Li Chuyi carefully touched every piece of furniture and every ornament in the room, fantasizing in his heart whether this one was personally selected by his mother, and whether that one would be placed by his mother. He was very glad that he didn't bring Xiao Erhei in, as long as Xiao Erhei's two pairs of hairy dog paws touched any of them, it would be a kind of defilement, and his mother would definitely be angry if she knew about it.

Angry... Will it hit me?

Li Chuyi laughed stupidly, thinking that anyway, the young master has thick skin, and he has been invulnerable to the stinky Taoist since he was a child, so his mother will be ......

Even if...

Stinky Taoist...

It can't be done.

Because my mother is no longer there.

His eyes were more blurry, and what turned from hot to cold on his face made him very uncomfortable. Rubbing his eyes like a fist, a nameless fire suddenly rose, and his right hand subconsciously drew the sword with his backhand and slashed down, but when he was halfway through the split, he came back to his senses in a trance, and his left hand lightning came out and blocked the blade of the sword.

A chill in his left arm, followed by a sharp pain in his bones. Not caring about the injury, his right hand released the hilt of the sword, allowing the sword to be embedded in his left arm, and his hands danced in unison, bringing back the scattered sword qi and the blood stains that had been spilled back into a bloody sword balloon.

looked around and saw that there was nowhere to put it, so he simply swallowed it with his big mouth, and instantly his throat and chest were hot, and tears and snot couldn't help but flow out.

"The blood belongs to the master, and the sword qi is also the master's, it is born from the same root, why does it still hurt so much!"

He carefully pulled out his sword and withdrew it into its sheath, not for fear of expanding the injury, but for fear that the blood would stain the purity of the place.

The hotness in his chest and abdomen is slowly subsiding, and the majestic vitality hidden in his body makes his healing speed weird, and with a grin, Li Chuyi shook his head self-deprecatingly.

The person who dares to swallow the sword qi is estimated to be the only one in the world.

Thanks to his strong body, that sword qi is not strong, and if someone else came to play like this, he would have died on the spot. But he didn't regret it, because the pain made his eyes clear.

Looking at the small table that was almost broken in half, Li Chuyi muttered: "Table, table, thank my mother, you can live thanks to her blessing, you have to be grateful, do you know?"

With a broken mouth, Li Chuyi shook his head and walked up to the second floor.

The second floor is not like the first floor, it is an octagonal house with no compartments, only the side where the stairs are located has no windows. The staircase is simply blocked with a few exquisite screens, and when you turn around, you will see an elegant boudoir with a very bookish aroma.

A large bed that is too spacious for three people to lie flat is located in the center, the partition between the surrounding windows is full of bookshelves, a desk with an openwork phoenix is placed in the north, and many things such as female red, tea sets, piano and chess play utensils are also returned to you, and the bookshelves behind are the books corresponding to them.

"Bagua Array?"

The little fat man is also a person with vision, although he has been confused and confused on the formation path, but it is no problem to recognize a formation, especially such an obvious gossip array.

Daoyan swept around and didn't find any danger, Li Chuyi walked in and around, stopped in front of every desk for a moment, and laughed at himself at the end.

"It seems that my mother is really a versatile person, she can do anything. It's a pity I didn't follow her, it must be a dog

The emperor's bloodline is not good, and he will be stupid to make me even more stupid, or I can learn ten out of ten Taoist skills, alas!"

After walking around, I finally landed at my desk. Not for anything else, just for a painting on the wall behind the table.

The painting is a smiling woman, almost exactly the same as Mu Xueqing, but Li Chuyi feels that the woman in the painting is even more beautiful than Mu Xueqing, not only because she is his mother, but also because of the unforgettable unique temperament on the woman.

Mu Xueqing's temperament is very affinity, and there is always a sense of peace of mind when she stays by her side, just like a sister next door who speaks freely, people will involuntarily relax.

The woman in the painting is different, she is also very relatable, but more of an attraction, which is unforgettable at a glance, and will be deeply difficult to extricate after a long time. This kind of attraction does not distinguish between men and women, and there is no trace of lewdness

The sense of evil, because when you look at her, you will feel that this thought is a kind of blasphemy, and you will be disgusted with yourself, and then you will consciously abandon this thought, and gradually fall into a kind of peace that is difficult to explain.

If Mu Xueqing brings people peace of mind, then his mother-in-law Mu Xueling brings people - forget worries.

Forgetting all the troubles, Yu Xiang's peaceful mind entered the empty realm of thoughtlessness, and Li Chu felt creepy when he thought about it.

He didn't know how a person could give people this feeling, this was even more terrifying than illusion, especially now that just a painting can make people feel this way, Li Chuyi suddenly had a feeling when facing the seven-day cicada, and he couldn't see the slightest clue in the clouds.

In the past, he heard the Taoist priest say that his mother was respected as the holy daughter of the Mu family, and he thought it was just an honorific title in his identity.

Now, well deserved!

Naturally, he has no evil thoughts in his heart, only the envy for his mother. He stared at the portrait with a concentration that he had never seen before, his eyes wandering between every line little by little, refusing to let go of the slightest.

He knew that Mu Xueling and Mu Xueqing were almost identical, but no matter how similar they were, they were not alone, and the woman in front of him was his mother.

When facing Mu Xueqing, his family feelings were very weak, and when they met for the first time, they didn't have the legendary feeling of blood connection, until they learned the truth later, and gradually became familiar with each other.

But the woman in front of him was different, and the first time he saw her, he felt so aggrieved that he wanted to cry.

The painting is extremely expressive, Li Chuyi can even feel the charm in his mother's bright eyes, and the joy from the heart deeply infects him, making him laugh unconsciously.

There were tears in his eyes, but his vision was not blurred, and he had never felt a sense of well-being that he had never felt before, and his heart was warm.

At some point, his feet slowly drifted off the ground to the bedside, and his tearful eyes were closed, but the portrait had been deeply engraved in his heart, and his gaze never left.

His body fell backwards with a limp, and he suddenly stopped the moment before he touched the surface of the bed.

The strong obsession that could not be destroyed stimulated his instinctive reaction, and Dogen quietly came out and covered his whole body, supporting him a little away from the bed, and then his body was soft and relaxed, and he curled up like a baby and fell asleep.

In the dream, he saw his mother holding his hand, but did not speak, but smiled softly at him.

Outside the dream, the Jianzhu sword floated on its own and slowly floated around the bed, and the rotten gourd also flashed, and the gourd mouth quietly opened a little.

And Mu Xueling on the portrait, I don't know if it's an illusion, the ink on her eyes is slightly moist, and the outline at the corners of her mouth seems to change slightly, making her smile look more gentle.

Li Chuyi didn't know all this.

He slept deeply, sweetly like he had never been.

Because of this, he didn't notice that a small golden bell appeared silently around his neck, as if it had been there all along.

The sword seemed to be worried that the golden bell would be unfavorable to its master, but as soon as the sword head moved, the mouth of the rotten gourd was aimed at it.

The two magic weapons confronted each other silently for a moment, and seeing that the golden bell was not making a mistake, the Jianzhu Sword gave up and acquiesced in its existence. And the rotten gourd also turned the mouth of the gourd, as if nothing had happened.

Jin Ling didn't care about these at all.

It moved softly, without sound, but it sounded a happy bell in Li Chuyi's heart, making his dream sweeter and making the emptiness in his heart fill up little by little.