Gu Xiuyuan told the whole story in an extremely flat tone, and after listening to it, Mu Zisu only sighed: "You and I are mortals." ”

Between the vast heaven and the earth, you and I are less than seven feet, how can we stand up to the sky. But there are many people like Bai Zhi, who do not seek fame and fortune, do not seek wealth and wealth, and still have great aspirations in the abyss and the place of death, and continue to climb for this. Even if you fall to the bottom, you just start all over again.

For such powerful people, the word failure is too insignificant.

Mu Zisu is also thinking that the cultivation realm is bloody and bloody, and forcible seizures abound, and people who have been robbed of their merits or treasures are wronged, dying, and crazy, and they can't let people all over the world be buried together. Bai Zhi has been frank all his life, but he is kind and resentful, is he unwilling?

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. The cuckoo wept blood, what a grievance. ”

Under the dim candlelight, Gu Xiuyuan's side face suddenly became desolate, he clenched his fists tightly, and his body couldn't help trembling, "Maybe Uncle Shi didn't hate him before, because he did that kind of thing in front of Uncle Shi's grave later, and Uncle Shi hated Huangquan!" ”

That day was the death day of Bai Zhi's death for three years, and when Gu Xiuyuan worshiped him, an uninvited guest suddenly came to the Immortal Palace-Murong Lin.

He bowed in front of Bai Zhi's grave, and then took out the book "Sitting and Forgetting".

"Brother Bai, I know that you are lonely and lonely under the Nine Springs, don't worry, I will burn your life's hard work for you. From now on, there is no evidence in this world that can threaten the prestige of the Murong family, and in the future, the Murong family will be innocent and clean. ”

Murong Lin had already fused all of the Theory of Sitting and Forgetting into the ancestral swordsmanship, so he destroyed it, and he could have exclusive secrets from now on.

Gu Xiuyuan's eyes reflected the firelight, and he rushed up to try to extinguish the flames, but at that time, Murong Lin had already cultivated the Yuan Shen through the "Theory of Sitting and Forgetting", and entered the infant stage, ranking gold.

Before he could get close to Murong Lin's body, he was hit by the body protection wind, and his muscles and bones were broken! He could only stand motionless and watch everything from his uncle burn down.

He was still the same as before, unable to do anything.

"Little rabbit cub, for the sake of your uncle who loves you so much, I will spare your life, I advise you to live in peace, if you have a thought that you shouldn't have, I will help you go to see your uncle!"

In the cracks, people are swordsman, I am fish and meat, and I live in humiliation with all my life. This is not terrible, the terrible thing is that the enemy is right in front of him, but he can only watch them call for wind and rain, being repeatedly bullied and unable to fight back, and he is not even qualified to stand in front of the other party.

Mu Zisu didn't have time to scold Murong Lin for being mad, but he grasped the point - the theory of sitting and forgetting was ruined!

The only clue she had to find the secret of cultivating immortals was gone! She wanted to steal it!

Mu Zisu looked at Gu Xiuyuan, and she wanted to cry...... I want to beat Murong Lin even more!

Now I can only wait for Liu Changsheng to take it out by himself.

Mu Zisu looked at the portrait of Bai Zhi in his hand, suddenly understood something, shook his head and smiled: "Your uncle is really a selfish person." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

"You said he was a very narcissistic man, and this painting is a self-portrait of him. Why did he cover the painting with incense? Leave a line of poetry? He still wants someone to take it back for him. ”

"What about selfishness?"

"What were you to Bai Zhi when you were young? He was lonely all his life, but fortunately God had mercy on him, so that he could truly love someone. He knew that you would not tamper with the things in this room, so he hung this painting on the wall, just waiting for someone to find it. It is only when the person touches that part of his face with his fingers that the incense will come out. Mu Zisu said with a smile: "Even if he has a thousand resentments and helplessness, he doesn't want you, the only person he loves, to shoulder this heavy mission and hatred, and let another person who knows how to appreciate him take over." Is he selfish, you say? ”