The clouds dispersed, and the moon shone brightly. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 At this time, on the top of Limeng Mountain in Gumo Town, a silver-haired and white-clothed young man stood quietly under the vine foam tree, he did not look at the black gas and white light, but quietly looked at a bright moon. He didn't know who it was, and he didn't want to know who it was. His eyes were as bright as the moon and as cold as the moon.

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After the birth of his daughter, Zhong Lin searched all kinds of books and couldn't come up with a good name. Later, I occasionally heard a babbling singing in the town, and only heard a sentence "The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy and you don't know", and suddenly a flash of inspiration, Mu Xi, okay!

In the world of life, suddenly like a traveler.

The world is always unsatisfactory, Zhong Muxi is less than two years old, there is a mudslide that has been rare for decades from Dream Mountain, and Zhong Lin and his wife, who just happened to go up the mountain, both fell into trouble, and the people in the town said how could it be so coincidental, indeed, it was enough "coincidence". The people in the town were kind, and they went to comfort the "heartbroken" middle mother.

Nakaki Xi was nineteen years old.

In addition to the death of his parents, Zhong Muxi from birth to nineteen years old should be said to be ordinary, and his life is free of wind and waves.

But sometimes, if something is just what it seems, there is no dispute in the world.

The beginning of the story is a vernal equinox with a shallow flower.

There was a drizzle on this equinox.

It's getting late.

But the equinox and drizzle are more than just a bloom.

It has brewed a thousand-year-old encounter!

It's night, the moon is in the sky, and the breeze is full of sleeves. Under the bright moonlight, buds sprouted quickly on the branches of the vine foam tree. After a while, the buds were full of trees.

Under the tree, Ling Qianyue wore a black cloak and a wide hat that covered his face. I couldn't see his face clearly, but I could see his deep, cold eyes.

He tilted his head slightly, looked at the buds of the tree, and stretched out his slender white hand from the black cloak. A cloud of blue light came out of the palm of his hand, bigger and bigger, and it reflected the whole vine foam tree, and also reflected his cold and beautiful face.

"Open," a deep voice came from his lips. As a result, the buds of the tree bloomed instantly, and in the center of the blue flowers, the fine stamens glowed with a fluorescent blue light, like a blue phosphorus fire, strange and beautiful.

In the vast sky, a ball of fire fell westward at a rapid pace. In the Cloud Star Palace, the god of Huafa Si Xing sighed, "The dream flowers bloom, and the fire passes away." As soon as the wind appeared, a thousand spirits returned to the night. His voice echoed through the heavens and the earth for a long time.

At this time, Ling Qianyue stood under the tree and saw the flowing fire, his eyes were as cold as ice and snow. "The fire is gone, is the world going to change? But he couldn't help laughing at himself, what does this world have to do with him.

After a while, the surroundings of the vine foam tree were covered with demonic power, and it became heavier and heavier, surging towards the vine foam tree.

Ling Qianyue's face was cold, and he closed his eyes and said, "Come out." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Limeng Mountain was suddenly covered with all kinds of demons and spirits, dense, black, and magnificent, they grinded their teeth and sucked blood, and their faces were terrifying.

"It's worthy of the god of dreams. ”

Among the demons, one of the tiger demons who seemed to be the leader said with his fangs raised, his tone slightly provocative.

Ling Qianyue didn't look at him, looked up at the vine foam, and said lightly, "Do you go by yourself, or I'll send you." There was no trace of warmth in his tone, and he looked indifferent to the sky.

The tiger demon laughed proudly, "Ling Qianyue, you are very powerful, but we demons are so powerful, are you still so confident, if you know each other, hand over the treasure, I can spare you from dying." ”

Ling Qianyue was puzzled, "What a treasure?" ”

He didn't seem to have much to offer these youkai so eagerly wanted to get, and if they had, they would have come before.

The tiger demon smiled hideously, "As we all know, since the fall of the Celestial Clan, almost all the gods have died, leaving only you and the God of Si Xing. Now that the fire is gone, the world will change, and the demons will rise together, and the King of the Nine Shadows said that you have a treasure that can control the world, and if you get it, you can get the world. You either hand over your treasure or die, choose one. ”

The tiger demon relied on the large number of people, and finally raised his eyebrows, but he didn't even dare to look up at Ling Qianyue before. As soon as he finished speaking, the demons also followed, "Choose one, choose one." ”

At this time, the purple bracelet on Ling Qianyue's hand moved, it slowly unfolded, and then emitted a dazzling light, like a star arrow crossing the deep blue sky, like a flash of fireworks.

When the demons opened their eyes again, they saw a huge Jiao hovering in the sky, and every scale of its body was very beautiful, shining in the amber moonlight.

Then the purple shark turned into a teenager and fell to the ground, he was dressed in purple and had purple hair, a purple scale belt tied around his waist, infinitely dazzling, and a purple drop-shaped spar between his eyebrows, which looked evil and dangerous.

Zi Jiao didn't say much to the demons, only smiled contemptuously, turned his head to Ling Qianyue and said with a smile, "Master, stand back, your little heart is on your clothes." ”

Ling Qianyue didn't have the slightest worry, he retreated to the vine foam tree and quietly looked at the blue vine foam on the tree.

When the demons came, they saw the purple Jiao soaring into the air and flying into the air.

A piece of purple jade flew in front of him on his belt, and then he pressed his index and middle fingers to it, and his mouth said a sound, sometimes ethereal and distant, sometimes close to his ear.

The sound kept ringing, and those monsters who practiced shallow couldn't stand it, and some of them couldn't bear the pain and committed suicide directly with their heads, but in an instant, many monsters had died, and the originally cool air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Those monsters with slightly higher cultivation looked at the miserable appearance of those dead monsters, and begged Zijiao for mercy in fear.

Zijiao glanced at them and fell.

The group of demons felt that their heads didn't hurt anymore, and looked at Zijiao tremblingly, then swallowed their saliva, and fled around with lightning speed. Zi Jiao shrugged helplessly, patted the dust on his body and walked towards Ling Qianyue.

"Master, let's go back. Zijiao smiled, his eyebrows and eyes were curved like crescent moons, and his hands pulled the sleeves of Ling Qianyue, who was cold-faced, like a child who didn't grow up.

"It's not been quiet lately. Ling Qianyue said lightly, and then stretched out his hand and laid an enchantment around him. "Let's go. He said to Zijiao.

Shuyi Mountain, the palace of the deer clan, the deer king in a gorgeous costume was frolicking with a few concubines, and suddenly a few people dressed in black pushed the door and broke in, they were wearing a black helmet on their heads, but they couldn't see their faces, they could only see a piece of black hole in the helmet, it seemed that there was nothing, it was very weird.

The king of the deer was on the rise, and was suddenly interrupted, and he was a little angry in his heart, but seeing that they seemed to be unkind one by one, he reluctantly stood up, straightened his clothes, cleared his throat and said, "You are ......"