Lin Mu works in his hometown of Gongcheng, and works in an advertising company during the day, helping his grandparents in his spare time, and sometimes taking a little private photos of pets and people.

He is not a person with big ambitions, otherwise he would not return to his hometown from the provincial capital after graduation, saying that he is to accompany his parents, sister and grandparents, but in fact, he just wants to lie down comfortably.

Although the work is not satisfactory, but in his spare time, he can actually support himself in a small city.

Usually he also likes to read novels or something, and every time he reads that kind of Xianxia novel, he can't help but think,

Where was this protagonist who raised his hand to destroy the world from? Who are his parents?

When he destroys the stars, will he worry that he will happen to kill his hometown, relatives, or something?

Probably because he often takes private photos of people, he needs to communicate with customers very carefully and cultivate tacit understanding, so he has developed the habit of Lin Mu likes to dig into the roots.

As for Mo Jun, this immortal cultivator who was living in front of him, Lin Mu's curiosity was actually greater.

Since Mo Jun was brought to Shushan by her master at the age of five, it means that she also lived in the world before the age of five, so where is her real hometown?

What about her parents?

I heard Mo Jun mention just now that she and her parents were attacked by tigers when she was a child, and she was taken up the mountain by her master who survived.

The story is a bit corny, but it sounds quite normal.

But what is strange is that the five-year-old child should have remembered, why can't Mo Jun remember what happened before he went to Shu Mountain?

She can't even remember what her parents looked like.

Why is that?

Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder?

Lin Mu felt that something was not quite right, and wanted to ask Mo Jun again.

However, since hearing the words "Qingqiang Ceremony", Mo Jun fell into silence.

While driving, Lin Mu felt the dull atmosphere in the carriage, so naturally it was not good to ask again.

When the car arrived at Qingyin Pavilion, Lin Mu did not enter the parking lot of tourists, but stopped on the side of a remote road, next to a vertical cliff, connecting the mountains that stretched for hundreds of meters.

"There's no one here, you can just flash it."

Lin Mu went down to help Mo Jun open the car door.

Mo Jun's face was gloomy, and he nodded silently to him and got out of the car.

"The ......"

Before she used "flash", Lin Mu finally couldn't help but say:

"I'm wondering, if you came out of retreat and fell to Mount Omei, could it have something to do with the fact that you were born in nearby Wawu Mountain? Would you like to visit your hometown? ”

Mo Jun turned his back to him, but still didn't speak.

At this time, a few monkeys jumped down the mountain, Qingyin Pavilion was the base camp of the Omei Mountain monkey group, these monkeys were probably a little hungry, and when they saw someone, they immediately squeaked and rushed towards the two.

Mo Jun turned his head and glanced at them.

The monkeys' bodies froze suddenly, and they fell directly to the ground shivering.

It was worse than the two who tried to grab meat from Mo Jun in Lei Dongping before.

Mo Jun retracted his gaze, and Lin Mu's eyes were gone.

Lin Mu looked up with a pergola, and saw the slender figure on the cliff ten meters above the ground, and the next moment, the person disappeared again.

At this time, the monkeys who were lying on the ground dared to stand up, squeaked in horror, and scattered.

Lin Mu looked up at the majestic and precipitous cliff and muttered:

"Why is it so atmospheric all of a sudden? Anyway, why didn't her master allow her to go back to her hometown to have a look? ”

……

……

A few hours later, the sun was setting.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Lin Mu and Mo Jun had already walked the entire Omei Mountain.

The main thing is that Mo Jun's ability is not limited by the terrain, as long as Lin Mu drives the car to a remote place and stops, Mo Jun can sweep the surroundings in only ten minutes.

However, in the end, he still couldn't find any place with aura.

The room at the Jinding Hotel will not leave until tomorrow morning, and Lin Mu will take Mo Jun back to Jinding for another night.

Today is the third of May, and the holiday will end the day after tomorrow, and Lin Mu plans to go home tomorrow.

"What's next for you?"

In the evening, after taking Mo Jun downstairs to the hotel for another meal of "eight dishes and eight meals", the two returned upstairs.

When Lin Mu and Zhang Yin came, they booked two rooms, because this guy might bring the girl back to live at any time.

At night, Mo Jun stayed in Lin Mu's original room, and Lin Mu lived in the little fat man's room.

In the corridor, Lin Mu suddenly asked Mo Jun.

Mo Jun stood at the door of the room, and when she heard this, she turned to look at the woods, the warm light shone on her face, the tall Taoist bun was coiled on the top of her head, and the melon seed face became more and more thin and pale.

"I will stay here to cultivate, this should be the experience given to me by the master, and when I am restored, I may be allowed to return to Shushan."

A cold voice rang out, echoing faintly in the long, empty corridor.

"But didn't you say that we don't have aura in this world, and we can't cultivate?"

Lin Mu asked.

"I will think about it, Lin Gongzi, I have bothered you too much today, and I can't repay Zhihe."

Mo Jun raised his hand and took off the jasper hairpin tied to the bun.

The long black hair was scattered loosely and softly around her waist, and a few strands of hair fell down the side of her face and forehead.

Mo Jun gently brushed his hair to his ears, then held the jasper hairpin in both hands, bowed slightly, and solemnly sent it to Lin Mu.

"Lin Gongzi, this hairpin was given to me by the master since childhood, with the charm of Shushan, presumably it can be worth some silver taels in this world, I will give the hairpin to Gongzi, which is considered to compensate Gongzi for helping me today."

Lin Mu waved his hand: "No need, you indirectly saved me and my friend last night, and I will repay you for helping you." ”

Mo Jun still bent over, holding the hairpin in both hands and refused to take it back.

"The master taught me not to owe favors to others at will, otherwise he will be unhappy with the cause and effect, please ask Lin Gongzi to accept the hairpin...... Say goodbye today, or never see each other again, Wanglin Gongzi takes care. ”

Speaking of the last two sentences, Mo Jun's cold voice softened slightly.

"I really don't need to...... it! ”

Lin Mu still refused, and the next moment the hairpin was already inserted into his trouser pocket.

"Hey, ......" Lin Mu lowered his head and took out the hairpin, and with a bang, Mo Jun had already walked into the room and closed the door.

Lin Mu stood in the corridor in a daze, looking at the hairpin in his hand.

Jasper is clean, simple and elegant, and it matches Mo Jun's temperament very well.

But......

At ten o'clock in the evening, the tourists who were tired of playing during the day rested, and the hustle and bustle of the world finally returned to tranquility.

Mo Jun sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands clenched, his eyes closed.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and sighed slightly.

In this world, there is really no trace of aura anymore.

She was silent for a long time, then reached into her close-fitting robe and pulled out a small mirror.

It was not her own quaint bronze mirror, but the mirror that Lin Mu bought for her during the day, which could clearly reflect her face.

"Glass ......"

Mo Jun looked at the white jade-like face in the mirror, reached out and gently touched the mirror, the tentacles were a strange and cold feeling.

During the day, she asked Lin Mu curiously what kind of material this mirror was made of, and Lin Mu said that it was made of glass.

This kind of material, Mo Jun has never heard of.

Just like this strange world, even if he has practiced for thousands of years, there are many things that Mo Jun has never heard of and is unimaginable.

"Master, brother, sister, where are you?"

Mo Jun gently stroked the person in the mirror, and his eyes were slightly red.

"Cultivators, although their mana is superb and their Dao heart is firm, they have not been able to get rid of the word 'human' after all.

Zhihe, if one day you encounter a change, between the Tao and people, you can choose your own way, do not have to be stubborn,

Just remember,

In any case, don't go to the place where you were born, remember. ”

These were the words of the master before her retreat.

"Master......"

Mo Jun closed his eyes.

Smack.

The room was filled with the faint sound of water dripping.

……

Knock knock.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

"Mo Jun, haven't you slept yet? I forgot to tell you something during the day, can I open the door? ”