"Uncle Shi is leaving?" After getting the news, Fu Qing was taken aback, and he didn't dare to make a decision, so he immediately woke up Nangong Dawn in retreat and let him decide.

Nangong Dawn rushed to Dan as soon as he came out, at this moment Feng Jue and Mu Bai sat in front of the Dan Mansion, the old one explained things, and the little one listened on the side, the scene was quite twilight, such a scene made Nangong Dawn feel stunned, it seems that his uncle has made up his mind.

Nangong Dawn bowed, his eyebrows were full of worry, and said: "Uncle Shi, if you leave, the sect will lose an arm, besides..."

"Dawn, Uncle Shi has been handed over to the sect all his life, and if you want to do something unfinished for yourself, I don't think you will stop me, right!" Feng Jue's words were flat, but there was an unprecedented firmness in his eyes, more persistent than obsessed with pills.

Nangong was silent at dawn, looking at the withered old man in front of him, his heart couldn't help but stagnate. When he was a child, he often came to Dan to steal elixirs, so he got acquainted with this old man early, at that time, this old man was still in his prime of life, and Dan Dao talent was the best in the sect. Not too young, his master passed away, the sect was in turmoil and fighting, he almost died, and it was precisely this old man, his uncle, who helped him ascend to the position of the sect master and avoid being slaughtered.

After a long time, Nangong broke dawn and said, "Uncle Shi, I'll give you a ride!"

"No need, just send me Mu Bai, the matter of the sect is important, besides, you are the master of a sect, only if you sit in Zhengyang, the ghost Dao sect will not dare to commit it. The old man waved his hand and declined Nangong Xiaoxiao's request.

"Congratulations to Uncle Shi!"

Nangong Xiaoxiao bowed for a long time, looking at Mu Bai and the two figures drifting away.

"Tell the Great Elder, just say that Mu Bai is out of the sect, but he is only with the old monster Feng Jue... , unable to get their hands dirty. "Xiaoshan Sect, the purple-robed shadow commanded a person on the other side.

"The old ghost has retired?

Wei Pai looked at the person who came with a puzzled look on his face, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Regardless of the truth of this matter, that old ghost Dan Dao is extraordinary, and he has made a lot of friends with this, and his strength is extremely high, so he can't be easily moved." If you want to kill Mu Bai, don't be in a hurry, wait for him to be alone, leave the old ghost and then take action. ”

"Subordinates obey!" the figure flickered and disappeared into the darkness.

In the distance, Feng Jue stood on the edge of the Xiaoshan Mountain Range, looking back at the main peak, his eyes were full of complicated colors.

"Could it be that this old ghost has discovered me?" the old Dao Chi Xiaozi hid among the mountains and forests, looked at Feng Jue and turned his gaze, frowned, and muttered to himself.

After a while, he shook his head and denied it, but in the next journey, Chi Xiaozi was also much more cautious, just following the two from a distance, and no longer cast a divine mind to monitor.

After getting off the Xiaoshan Mountain Range, the two no longer flew with their weapons, but hurried on foot, and on the next journey, the two of them were uncomfortable talking and laughing, Mu Bai had never been so relaxed, and Feng Jue was even more so.

This line of work is half a year, and in half a year, Mu Bai did not take Bigu Dan again.

When you are hungry, you will handcuff some game or have a meal in a village restaurant, and sleep out in the evening, which does not disturb the life of ordinary people.

On this day, in a remote town, Feng Jue stopped moving forward and settled in a village, living by the river. The villagers took good care of the newcomers, and they were only grandchildren who had fled, and often sent some wild vegetables and supplies.

A few months later, Feng Jue walked out of the wooden house, seemed to have made some decision, and took Mu Bai to the north mountain of the village. "Hawthorn said that she likes this sugar gourd the most, and she likes this mandarin fish the most... So I planted this hawthorn and caught mandarin fish for her. Feng Jue stood in front of a hawthorn tree surrounded by several people, and there was a faint sadness in his eyes.

After a long time, Feng Jue turned to look at the rolling Qingjiang River behind the wooden house, and sighed: "I don't know if there are still mandarin fish in the water of this Qingjiang River." ”

"Master, later, Mu Bai will come when he goes. After that, Mu Bai's shape jumped, and he was going down to the river to catch fish.

Feng Jue naturally knew what Mu Bai meant, and hurriedly called him down. "Eh! how to catch fish is interesting to fish, to make a fishing rod is, for the teacher to like fishing, this fishing rod is also a good hand, but these 400 years have passed, I don't know if the mountain ghost temple is still there, where the wood and bamboo is a good material for making rods. ”

After that, Feng Jue took Mu Baibai to wade through the mountains and rivers to a valley, the valley mangosteen is a sea, and there is no road leading to it, and it should be that no one has set foot in it for hundreds of years.

With a move, Feng Jue's big sleeves flew, and the light blade flew by, opening up a two-foot-wide path in the bamboo sea, and then stepped into it, followed by Mu Bai. The spiritual light kept shining, the bamboo chips were flying, and the two-foot path gradually extended in, until it stopped at a pile of mossy rubble.

"Poof!"

The old man knelt down in response, his eyes full of self-blame and guilt.

"Mountain ghost, you have been abandoned by the world after all, if you could open your eyes and see these people who worship you, and punish those thieves. ”

"It's a pity that you're a clay fetus after all, hollow intestines. He only receives incense, and does not know the suffering of the world. ”

Looking at the old man in front of him, Mu Bai's eyes showed a touch of sadness, what kind of past should it be, let a monk in the realm of Xiudan kneel in a collapsed temple, crying and scolding.

"Hawthorn, Brother Feng is back, the hawthorn fruit is also ripe, I picked the best one for you, you come back to see if I'm okay." Brother Feng is not leaving, I will stay here with you, catch the most delicious mandarin fish for you, and we will plant hawthorn in this northern mountain. At some point, the old man burst into tears and put the hawthorn fruit he had picked on the rubble.

The green of the forest, a hawthorn looks so red, so dazzling, so heart-wrenching.

In this way, Feng Jue's wooden house moved again, moved to this valley, and moved to the side of the mountain ghost temple. The mountain ghost temple was rebuilt in the hands of Feng Jue, and every brick and tile was completed by himself, Mu Bai wanted to help, but was rejected by Feng Jue.

The Master told him, "This is my past and my future, and you can't interfere or interfere." ”

The mountain ghost temple was built, the old man sat in front of the temple, fiddling with the fishing rod, and every time he made a fishing rod, the old man went to the Qinghe River to catch a mandarin fish, or make soup, or roast it in the fire...

The mountain ghost temple is no longer worshiped by the mountain ghost, but a clay woman, the woman is not beautiful, but her eyes are full of kindness, Mu Bai doesn't know how many times his master has practiced carving, but in the eyes of the mud fetus carved out of the living look. The mountain ghost temple always enshrines only two items, one is mandarin fish and the other is hawthorn.

Repeatedly, year after year, three years, in this past, Feng Jue's life has not changed, Mu Bai is immersed in practice, Bai practices swordsmanship, spells, exhales spiritual power at night, and practices the "Qingjing Sutra".

This one, Mu Bai got up early as usual to breathe, when a wisp of purple gas came from the east, the silent karmic fire blood beads in Mu Bai's body began to tremble, and an indescribable artistic conception surrounded Mu Bai Zhou, perceiving the artistic conception, Mu Bai suddenly opened his eyes, only to see a slender purple spiritual line extending from himself, connected to the wind in front of the mountain ghost temple, and there was an extremely red and glamorous spirit line on the wind that connected to the mud fetus woman in the temple.

Mu Bai was puzzled, his divine thoughts probed out, and he wanted to find out, but just when Mu Bai's divine thoughts touched the red line, a fragment of memory suddenly appeared in Mu Bai's mind.

The scene is still this bamboo forest, but the mountain ghost temple is not like this, the incense in the temple is prosperous, and the mountain ghost is tall and powerful. A young man is cutting wood and bamboo in front of the mountain ghost temple, next to him is a weak girl, the girl is not beautiful, but the eyes reveal the agility, kindness, and simplicity that people can see at a glance.

The picture flashed, and the scene turned into a village entrance, the young man was accepted as a disciple by an old man in a robe, and the sword left, while the girl ran on the ground, shouting loudly, "Brother Feng", and tears fell, the young man stood on the sword, holding the placket of the Taoist's clothes, and a line of light tears crossed his cheeks.

A few years later, the boy returned to his hometown with his sword, but the mountain village was deadly silent, with corpses lying on the country road, the smell of rancid smell filling the village, and flies and insects flying around. The boy, pale and frightened, began to run around the village, shouting, looking for his hawthorn sister, and at last he saw the woman he had been thinking about at night by a haystack, the woman was disheveled, the body had begun to rot, and maggots were crawling. The woman's clothes were changed by the teenager with a fishing rod to the town, and the teenager knew... The boy buried the woman under the mountain ghost temple.

The picture changed again, the young man walked all over the nearby mountains with his sword on his back, met the robbers, and the bandits were killed, and in a month, the corpses on the mountains were full of wilderness, and there were no bandits here for decades...

Suddenly, a majestic divine thought erupted, repelling Mu Bai from the picture, Mu Bai opened his eyes, and saw Feng Jue looking at him with a puzzled expression, his eyes full of inquiry.

Mu Bai shook his head lightly, didn't say much, as if thinking of something, Mu Bai walked with a sword and came to the village under the north mountain.

A woman is doing laundry at the entrance of the village, a young man is playing with crabs, and several men are fishing in the river.

Mu Bai fixed his eyes on the woman, and a blood line on the woman extended to the general horn boy, but a black line extended on the boy, and the black line connected the crab.

"Child, you see, the Qinghe River is rising, don't let the baby fall into the water. A swarthy man shouted to the woman who was doing the laundry.

"Eat turnips lightly, if you can't catch fish today, don't go to the old lady!" the woman screamed with a sharp voice as she beat the garment with a mallet.

"Hahaha!" the woman's words caused a burst of laughter, and the swarthy man's face sank, and he buried his head in fiddling with the fishing nets.

At this time, a young man looked at the woman, and his eyes flashed with a * color, and the woman happened to see it, and then threw away her flattering eyes. Mu Bai glanced at it, but saw a peach-colored spiritual thread leading the two of them, while the red thread between the woman and the swarthy man was dim.

What's even more shameful is that the young man's blood line is not only for the woman, but also for another middle-aged man, not the dark-skinned man.

"Ahh

"Could it be that the black line represents death, the red line represents marriage, and the blood line represents blood?" Mu Bai looked at the various spiritual threads drawn out of the people in front of him, and fell into thought.

Suddenly, Mu Bai's mind was shocked, the karmic fire and blood beads fell silent again, the artistic conception surrounding Mu Bai Zhou suddenly dissipated, and the people in Mu Bai's eyes returned to normal again, and the spiritual line no longer existed.

"Karmic fire, karmic fire, could it be that I just saw the line of cause and effect!" Mu Bai exclaimed, and a turbulent wave had already set off in his heart.

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