Murong Lie shook his head, "No, the time hasn't come yet. I want Gu Xiuyuan to lose the sect that he has to protect with all his life, and I want him to beg to the sky like a dog, but the heavens should not be, and the earth is not spiritual. ”

"What a ruthless young man. But as a senior, you and I are happy to cooperate and successfully achieve your wishes, and I want to remind you of one point. Don't provoke that little girl named Mu Zisu, this person is as secretive as a deep ghost, she is not something you can afford to provoke. ”

Murong Lie looked at Qingwei's solemn expression and was stunned, "Mu Zisu? The girl who received the plaque at the recruitment meeting that day? ”

"Exactly."

His sister reminded him, and now Qingwei has to remind him, Murong Lie is not convinced.

Murong Lie raised his eyebrows nonchalantly and said, "Thank you seniors for mentioning it." However, from the perspective of the younger generations, the seniors are so timid, how can they gain a foothold in this bloody and bloody cultivation realm? You, it's better to take the treasure and find a peach blossom source as soon as possible and return to the garden. ”

Qingwei picked up the wine glass, drank it all, and said, "Ask for more blessings." ”

In the past few days, Mu Zisu has been flipping through the books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to see if any books have recorded the content of the four words left by Bai Zhi, 'Back to the Basics'. But she was dizzy to see the messy font thousands of years ago, not only did she not recognize many words, but the words of the whole book were densely packed together, she couldn't even distinguish the beginning and end of the sentence, and the content was even more obscure. She had to sigh that it was better to be the one who wrote the dream butterfly, at least she could know that this person was sleeping.

Fortunately, she still has a backhand, she asked Xiao Xian to inquire about Elder Qingwei's secret book for cultivating immortals, and Qingwei readily agreed to him as expected. Throwing her own problems to others to worry about is her consistent style.

Now, just wait for the good news from Elder Qingwei.

On the way back, Mu Zisu suddenly stopped when he passed by Bai Zhi's water pavilion. She walked in and looked around for a while, when she noticed a painting hanging on the wall.

Mu Zisu took down the portrait and looked at it carefully. The picture shows a man dressed in a blue crane, with a headband with jade tassels hanging down to his side, the man has picturesque eyebrows and a slight smile, looking at the blue butterflies falling on his fingertips. The painting is extremely detailed, with every strand of hair visible and the butterflies coming to life.

This person is Gu Xiuyuan's uncle, Bai Zhi?

At this time, Mu Zisu suddenly smelled a peculiar fragrance, as if it came from the deepest part of the Santu River in the underworld, a cold and ghostly smell, and even a trace of attachment to the world......

The colors in her hands suddenly became more and more distinct, and the intense colors seemed to drip out. She stared at the painting curiously, rubbing her eyes, thinking she was dazzled.

- Is the blue butterfly's wings flapping?

Suddenly, butterflies leap out of the painting, their tiny wings fluttering, scattering pearlescent dust. It bypassed Mu Zisu and flew forward, like a guide pointing the way. Mu Zisu followed it forward, walked out of the water pavilion, and looked up-

A clear posture stood under the pear blossom tree, full of flowers and branches, sparsely falling on his wide crane. The dappled light and shadow fell on his bright smile, and the butterfly that led the way flew to his fingertips and shook its wings slightly.

He seemed to be very smiling, and even when he spoke, the corners of his mouth were curved.

"Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, looks at the emperor's spring heart, and trusts the cuckoo. It's better to go back, it's better to go back. ”

It was originally a very sad poem, but it made people feel happy when it came out of his mouth.

Mu Zisu asked cautiously, "Are you ...... White? ”

At this time, she suddenly heard Gu Xiuyuan calling her.

- "Gu Xiuyuan, come and see, your uncle has crawled out of the grave!" ”