In the eyes of the people in the cult, Mu Yuebai is the confidant of the evil god and has a deep friendship.

In Zhengmeng's eyes, she was Long Hao's mentor when he was young, and she was a hermit master who did not fight for fame and fortune and cultivated to a bottomless level.

In the eyes of the neutral monks, she is the world's first chef god, and once went to the world's first chef's meeting to win the championship.

The dishes on the upper floor of the moon seem to possess a magical power that can make people recover from injuries, both inside and out, as if they were renewed.

No, the battle between good and evil has just ended a while ago, and the store was immediately overcrowded, gathering a large number of people from the rivers and lakes.

There are strong men with scars on their faces, young men with centipede tattoos on their bald heads, neutral talents with elegant clothes and polite manners, and knights of the Zhengmeng who have a broken hand...... It can be described as a mixture of dragons and snakes.

They sat here, restrained their killing intent on their own, didn't ask where they came from, didn't make trouble, and quietly ate their Chinese food.

After the second child here finished serving, he passed by the front door and saw a person hiding next to the basket pile in the alley across the street at the door.

The man was about twelve years old, dressed in crumpled blue clothes and gray-headed, like a street child who had been lost by war and his relatives.

He hid in the corner, hugged himself tightly, huddled in a ball, his body trembling, and his expression panicked.

Xiao Er found that whenever he passed by the door with food, the child would look this way.

"Hey......"

Looking at the child's eyes and helplessness, he blames the poor for no reason, isn't this just like himself before?

Xiao Er was also kind, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to ask for some leftovers and brought them to the child.

"Hungry, aren't you? ”

I saw the little baby shake her head.

Xiao Er said distressedly: "I know you're hungry, don't worry, our family won't accept you, eat quickly." ”

The little baby suddenly raised her head and looked at the shopkeeper.

Between the silence of the two, a terrifying demonic aura rushed straight into the heart of the shopkeeper, causing him to shake his whole body, and he saw two eye-catching swords behind the child's back.

He hesitated for a moment, put the food on the ground, and hurriedly said, "Just put it here, you can eat it yourself." ”

The sky was cloudy, lightning and thunder, as if a storm was gathering.

The battle between good and evil has just ended, and the Central Plains is about to usher in a downpour, angry and resentful, and wash away the sins.

The shopkeeper looked at the dark sky, his eyes were solemn, and he reminded: "It's ready for a rainstorm, you better find a place to hide, if you want, go to the store to find me." ”

After speaking, the shopkeeper ran back to the restaurant.

A rainstorm soon swept the entire Central Plains, just like the end of summer went vigorously, after this rain, officially ushered in the autumn season.

The shopkeeper in the upper floor of the moon found that in the blur of the heavy rain, the child was still huddled in the basket pile, holding himself and shivering.

The raindrops outside were the size of beans, and they crackled on the tiles of the houses, and it was probably painful to fall on people.

Xiao Er rushed into the alley wearing a robe and holding an umbrella, and put it on the child's head to block the rain, but saw that he didn't eat any food.

The rain was so loud that he shouted, "Where are you from, young man, and why are you staying here?"

There was only thunder in the sky, but the boy did not answer, he was depressed, the heavy rain covered his body, and his face was extremely defeated.

Eyes are misty and drowsy.

If you fall asleep in this state, I'm afraid you won't be able to wake up again, besides, this young man is still covered with scars, and his breath of life is extremely weak.

The shopkeeper saw it, like himself back then.

He hurriedly picked up the young man and wanted to rush back to the building, but the young man said in a coma: "Sword...... My sword ......"

Xiao Er stopped and immediately shook the two swords.

Just as he held the sword, a cold aura poured into his heart, making him numb.

Xiao Er didn't know what the situation was, so he was staggered by the terrifying power.

He forced his way up, but he stepped on the mud and fell to the ground and fell unconscious.

When Xiao Er woke up, he found himself lying in the house, and I don't know how long it took, the rainstorm outside had stopped.

"Are you awake?"

The house is simple, it is Xiao Er's usual residence, but because of a woman, it is full of a fragrant smell, which makes people feel comfortable.

"Pavilion Master......"

There are four pavilion masters on the upper floor of the month, this person wears a crane crown, dresses enchantingly, and wears a white dress to show his beauty, just like a peony under the moon to attract people's favor, it is the owner of the Xiangge Pavilion, Cai Xiangxiang.

The shopkeeper said ignorantly: "Huh...... What about the boy?"

"The first thing you do when you wake up is not worrying about how you passed out, but still caring about people. Cai Xiangxiang said angrily: "You are really a fool." ”

The shopkeeper scratched his head and said, "Eh...... I didn't understand what was going on. ”

Cai Xiangxiang explained: "It's just a little demonic energy, it's not a big deal, but it's that young man, I'm afraid his life will not be long." ”

The shopkeeper was stunned and said, "Demon spirit, is it the problem of the two swords of the young man?"

"Yes, those two swords, identified by the landlord, are both legendary demon blades, the demon queen of the moon and the red dust fairy. ”

Those two evil blades have been used by people with demonic power, and they have been in a state of unwinding and returned to their previous posture.

The shopkeeper was puzzled: "How could these two swords fall into the hands of a down-and-out young man......"

"You are stupid, can't you see that this young man is in the wind?"

Cai Xiangxiang knocked on his brain with her little hand, and scolded with a smile: "No wonder the landlord will give you a little foolish nickname, stupid and naïve." ”

"Ouch~Huh?"

was knocked out of the melon seeds, the shopkeeper covered his head, and said with a wry smile: "It's actually a wind that is blowing thousands of miles...... The wind is blowing...... It's actually younger than I imagined, but I know that he is the number one master of the four major factions of the Zhengmeng Yijian Villa!"

The wind blows thousands of miles, a sword epicenter the Central Plains, and the whole world is known to everyone.

"Fool, everyone knows the identity of Feng Yangwan, okay, you only reacted now. ”

Xiao Er swallowed: "After all...... He was so miserable at the time, what the hell was going on...... What about others?"

"Well, the battle between good and evil started in Hongshi Gorge, although the war is over, it is said that the Zhengmeng is not having a good time, so the wind is thousands of miles away to end up like this. ”

Cai Xiangxiang got up and said: "You are in this state today, you should have a good rest, I order you to take care of your injuries, and you are not allowed to get involved in this matter." ”

Seeing the pavilion master leaving, the shopkeeper wanted to get out of bed: "I'm fine, why ......am I injured?"

After Cai Xiangxiang left, the shopkeeper found that he couldn't even get out of bed, and as long as his lower body exerted force, he trembled violently and felt numb.

He was shocked, he had only held the sword before, and he had suffered such a strong backlash......

Nighttime.

Moon upstairs, Jinglan Temple.

After the heavy rains, the end of summer is taken away and autumn is ushered in.

The osmanthus flowers in the yard hang on the trees, looking at them from afar, like lively and lovely little stars, the petals are dyed with dewdrops, slowly flowing, slowly dripping, delicate and moving.

The leaves that were knocked down by the heavy rain were sprinkled on the ground like gold, and they were colorful.

Osmanthus fragrance ten miles, ten thousand points of gold drunk, after the heavy rain the air is clear, the faint cinnamon fragrance comes to the nose, makes people feel refreshed and happy.

There were four people standing in the courtyard, Cai Xiangxiang, the master of the Xiang Pavilion, Ling Lenghong, the master of the Red Pavilion, Gu Rixue, the master of the Ice Pavilion, and the flower lily.

The four pavilion masters are each peerless, stunning and amazing, lighting up a bright scenery for Jinglan Courtyard, making people feel that they are born in a thousand flowers, which makes people envy and yearn for.

The wind is blowing, the autumn is high and cool, and the osmanthus that is swept away is a little desolate for the atmosphere present, and the crystal clear petals are flashing a little beautiful, but they look a little dazzling in the moonlight.

Feng Yang Wanli was eating the meal prepared by the four pavilion masters himself on the table, and it was estimated that only he could have such pomp and circumstance in this meeting.

It seems that he is hungry, and the wind is eating and eating, and his cheeks are bulging, and he has not swallowed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Uh......h Poof......"

Before he could swallow it, he felt out of breath, he pounded his chest, swallowed the rice, and continued to gobble it up.

Seeing this, Gu Rixue said anxiously: "Alas, you eat slowly, eat slowly, and no one is robbing you, don't swallow." ”

She was about to help Feng Yang Wanli pat her back and slow down, but she saw that Feng Yang Wanli was very vigilant, and hurriedly held the two swords in her arms.

Seeing this, Cai Xiangxiang smiled and said, "Look at the ...... who starves this little guy."

After a while, the wind swept away dozens of dishes on the table, but he still held the sword in his arms and cast a vigilant gaze at the four beauties.

Ling Lenghong said, "Have you eaten enough?"

"Hmm. Feng Yangli got up and said, "Can I go?"

"Where are you going?" Ling Lenghong said angrily, "When you're full, I have to ask you something." ”

"Thank you for coming to the rescue, but there's nothing more to say. "The wind is blowing and I want to leave.

"Hey, I heard that Yijian Villa is gone, where are you going?"

When the wind heard this, he suddenly stopped.

Silent.

The four beauties saw Feng Yangli clenching the sword in their hands and trembling slightly, as if they had said something they shouldn't have said.

Suddenly, Feng Yangli sat on the ground and began to cry.

Finally, the child couldn't hold back any longer, and all the emotions accumulated in his heart were completely released.

The first day that the world talks about is always a child, he endured a lot, carried a lot, but lost in that war.

It's helpless, no matter how strong it is, it doesn't help, it's always been like this.

No matter how hard you try, you can't change the facts after all, maybe the so-called genius is really just a joke told by others to yourself.

But for some reason, I know that what others say is just a joke, but I still work hard, firmly believe in it, and refuse to give up.

Maybe it would be nice to kill it when we were fighting against Dye Moon.

"Heh, hehehe......"

Crying and crying, laughing again, laughing foolishly, laughing at self-deprecation.

Now, he doesn't know which way he is going to go, his young heart is broken and fragile.

When Yijian Villa was gone, all dependence, all faith, were dismantled.

Lonely......

That's loneliness, right?

Feng Yang wiped the tears that kept falling, and choked up: "Why...... Why do people live in this world...... Why are there so many painful things......"

"Why do you want to fight to the death...... Can't you live in harmony...... Woowoo...... Why do some people have to make others miserable......"

The four pavilion masters all know that the battle between good and evil is the defeat of the Zhengmeng, defeated in the hands of a great demon king who was born out of nowhere, and his strong strength is enough to make the whole world fall apart.

I don't know what era the pattern of the world will enter after this war.

Perhaps the whole world will be shrouded in the haze of that demon, and everything will be at peace.

Or the collapse of the Zhengmeng, which led to no one in the world to suppress it, and all riots broke out again.

"Yes, it is painful enough for people to live, but why does God let us live?" At this time, a woman came slowly.

The moment she stepped into Jinglan Courtyard, the sadness disappeared in an instant.

The osmanthus flowers around, one scene and one thing, including the four pavilion masters of the peerless elegance, seem to be born only to embellish her beauty.

When the four pavilion masters saw this person in front of them, they were surprised: "The landlord ......"

Mu Yuebai made a gesture of booing and came to the front of Feng Yang Wanli, seeing this, the four pavilion masters did not say anything again.

At this time, the wind was still crying with his head and washing his face with tears.

"I just want to practice swords with my brothers and sisters in the sun, and I want to play with them day and night, although I will always make some right and wrong, but they will tolerate me...... I miss them so much...... I think about it...... I'll never see them again, woo-woo-woo......"

Mu Yuebai said: "People, once you step into the so-called 'Dao', you will no longer be able to retreat, because this is the destination you have chosen, since you have chosen it yourself, why not stick to it?"

Feng Yang Wanli cried: "But I have nothing now...... But their faces are still in my heart, and they keep saying to me, 'You are a genius, you have to persevere, you should not give up, everything will be fine......'"

"But without everything, I have no reason to hold on...... I don't want to step into that never-ending path of revenge, I don't want anything anymore, because I can't grasp anything at all, I just watch everyone leave me, and in the end there is nothing left......"

"Do you really want to die now?" Mu Yuebai didn't mean anything: "Then it's better to die and go to hell to accompany the person you miss." ”

When the four pavilion masters heard this, they frowned, and the wind had opened the demonization, where could they stand this kind of stimulation, for fear that he would be mad, worried that the landlord would be in danger, and several people were secretly on guard.

"I ......" Feng Yangwan's mood seemed very unstable, and the breath of life fluctuated: "I don't know what to do, and I don't know what to do right, because no one can stand next to me......"

When Mu Yuebai heard this, he knew that Feng Yang Wanli was not suffering from depression or something, he was just a twelve-year-old boy with a fragile heart.

His uniqueness has led to being treated differently in the sect, but he is also particularly precious because of his scarcity.

Therefore, those feelings are more important in the bottom of the wind.

Mu Yuebai said: "People, they are all complicated, but because of this, everyone is special, where do you think you are special?"

"Lonely...... "It's all you can think of.

"Wrong. Mu Yuebai said with a smile: "When people's minds are in an extreme state, often what he thinks of is the real opposite, for example, I owe other people's wages, he wants to commit suicide by jumping off the building, in fact, what he thinks in his heart is only to threaten death, he just hopes that I can return the arrears to him, so that he can live a better life." ”

"And the real you, who are also the opposite of loneliness, optimistic, positive, powerful, and the pride of the sky, how can you be lonely?"

Feng Yangli suddenly stopped crying, and he suddenly looked up to see that the big sister in white Shengxue in front of him was so beautiful.

That kind of beauty doesn't seem to have anything to do with her appearance at all, but from the bottom of my heart I think she is beautiful, and she is really beautiful.

Just as people look at a thing, how they look at it, that thing will change because of it, she can become a symbol of beauty, or she can be a spokesperson for evil.

Beauty is in Mu Yuebai's body, it gives people such a feeling, everything changes are extremely subtle, and her identity of good and evil is exactly like this.

Words can heal a person's heart, but Mu Yuebai can use that beauty to heal other people's hearts, which is a different kind of magic.

Feng Yang looked at her in the moonlight stupidly, he had never seen such an infectious beautiful woman in his life, he Namu asked, "Are you...... Who is it?"

Mu Yuebai said slowly: "I am you, the person I want to see the most now." ”