She found that Phantom Wu was sitting under the tree and practicing with her eyes closed, so she watched from a distance without disturbing.

Looking at it, she felt that something was wrong. Phantom Wu's eyes were closed, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead, and even his lips turned white.

She doesn't look like a normal cultivator, it's so radical, there must be something wrong!

Fan Xiaotan hid aside and peeked for a long time, and it wasn't until night fell that Phantom Wu opened his eyes. She seemed tired and had been resting against the trunk of the tree.

Fan Xiaotan pondered for a moment and decided to come out directly and ask clearly: "Phantom Wu." ”

Phantom Wu was taken aback, and when he saw the person clearly, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Why are you again?"

"Hey, what do you mean by 'again'? Do you think I'm here rarely...... That's not the point, honestly, what are you doing here?"

"What else can I do, practice. Phantom said nonchalantly.

"No, no, don't try to lie to me, you're not just practicing at all. ”

"Then you say, what am I doing?"

"I ...... I don't know, it's just not right anyway!"

"Look, you can't tell why it's not, I'm really practicing, it's just that I've been abandoned for too long before, and my foundation is too poor, so it's hard. ”

Fan Xiaotan didn't give up: "That's the problem, you suddenly work so hard, it feels weird." Are you secretly trying to do something?"

Phantom Wu sighed in her heart, a woman's intuition is still quite keen, she can only continue to go around Fan Xiaotan: "Alas, I just feel that I am too useless, whether it is in Qizhi or in Huhuai Town, I always need your protection, so I want to try my best to improve my cultivation, at least not to become a burden to others." ”

Fan Xiaotan looked at her slightly dim eyes and felt that this made sense: "But...... Don't be in a hurry, you have hollowed out the foundation like this, isn't it half the effort. ”

"I was just too weak before, so it looked like I was in a hurry, but I wasn't in a hurry. I'll pay attention later. ”

Fan Xiaotan was persuaded by her, so she had to temporarily suppress the doubts in her heart.

When the fifteenth arrived, Chang Jue accompanied Phantom Wu to the stone room under the cliff as usual.

The evening sunset dyed the entire valley golden, and Phantom Wu walked alone on the mountain path, his back tattooed with a halo by the sunset, looking both proud and lonely.

Phantom Wu is the thinnest person in the valley, the lotus-colored silver stripe flower skirt is worn on her, and the waterfall-like black hair is scattered at will, almost wrapping her whole person, which makes her slender and moving.

In just one month, she looks like she's lost a lot of weight.

He watched as Phantom Wu entered the stone staircase, and then jumped down the cliff, waiting by the cave as before.

Soon it was dark, the full moon rose into the sky, and the starry light in the sky became faint and imperceptible.

At this moment, the moon is the lord of the heavens and the earth, and all living beings are prostrate in her light, grateful for her unsparing light.

The cold of the deep winter makes the moonlight even more chilling. The spirit of the eternal fire sun roamed around him, helping him resist the cold of the winter night, and the white mist that came out of his nose between breaths made the night hazy before his eyes.

The silver light flickered in the cave beside him, this should be the only brilliance in this world that can compete with the moonlight of fifteen.

Who is the person on that painting on the wall? This question has been haunting Changjue's mind since he first saw that portrait here.

The longer it goes, the more curiosity will build up.

He simply closed his eyes and forced himself to be firmly nailed to the ground.

Tonight seems to take longer than before, the full moon is falling to the sky, and the night is almost torn apart by the morning sun, but the light in the cave shows no signs of stopping.

Chang Jue began to worry.

What the hell is Phantom doing? He lifted his foot and walked towards the cave.

At the entrance of the cave, he clearly saw that Phantom Wu was still lying on the side of the stone case, his arms swinging up and down, and a trace of silver light shuttled up and down with the thin needle, hidden in the painting.

Because the portrait is flat, it is impossible to see the person in the portrait.

He could only see that the phantom face was white and transparent in the light of the light on the painting, and the light around her floated and dissipated like a night light, as if she was about to dissipate with the light.

She pursed her lips and frowned, looking like she was gritting her teeth and insisting.

"Ah Wu. He didn't go into the cave, he just called her at the entrance of the cave.

"It's almost dawn, are you alright?"

Phantom Wu didn't answer him, his hands still moving, seemingly just stiffly repeating a movement.

Chang Jue looked at her almost enchanted appearance, and almost wondered if her consciousness had stopped thinking, only her body was still acting on instinct.

"Ah Wu," he only hesitated for a moment, and then walked into the cave, "Don't embroider, you're already ......"

Chang Jue walked up to Phantom Wu and stopped talking, his eyes staring at the painting silk without blinking, his body seemed to be frozen, and he couldn't move at all.

A warm halo of light floats on the thin silk like a cicada's wings, like a layer of mist wrapped in the silk.

The mist lifted, and the woman in the painting came to life. She was dressed in a military uniform, with a long posture, holding a fiery red spear, and her expression was proud, with the tendency to look down on the world.

She is very beautiful, but she is not the weak and slender beauty of ordinary women, her face looks very resolute and resolute, and her smiling expression softens the coldness of the warrior a little. The whole painting looks like it has been finished except for the woman's eyes that have not yet been embroidered.

This woman is too familiar with it, this is her mother Xu Zhilan, no, to be correct, it should be Luo Zhao, the god of war in the heavenly realm.

Phantom Wu slowly raised her head, her face was like a colorless white paper, as if it could be broken by a fragile wind, but those eyes were frighteningly bright.

She wiped the beads of sweat that had already scratched her chin, smiled at Changjue, and then raised her hand and the silk floated and fit against the stone wall.

Luo Zhao on the embroidered painting is more vivid, and it seems that he can come out of the painting in the next second.

"Do you miss her?" Chang Jue's sudden intrusion, which didn't seem to annoy Phantom, she looked at Chang Jue with a shocked face, and asked angrily.

Phantom Wu glanced at her, his eyes shining, as if he had countless questions to ask, but he couldn't say them.

"Do you miss your mother? Phantom asked again.

Chang Jue nodded, and after a while, he asked with difficulty, "Do you want ......?"

"Yes, you're right. Haven't you always wondered what I'm doing on the fifteenth of every month? Now I'm telling you that I'm going to resurrect your mother. ”

"How is this, how is it possible?"

Phantom Wu smiled: "How is it impossible, with the portrait embroidered by my Yuehua Spirit, it already has the conditions for rebirth, as long as you find Quan Luozhao's scattered soul and put it in the painting, your mother can jump out of the painting and be reborn." ”

Chang Jue's face didn't look much better: "Is it just like that? Ah Wu, don't lie to me." ”

The phantom smile dissipated instantly, and she was still sitting on the ground, so she could only raise her head with great effort to see Chang Jue's face: "Ah Jue, I knew I couldn't fool you, and I didn't want to lie to you." If you want Luo Zhao to live a new life, embroidery and painting and soul are all necessary conditions, and the last thing that is necessary is my Neidan. ”

Phantom's voice was very calm, and there was no fluctuation at all, but the calm words slammed into Changjue's body like a bell, and he subconsciously closed his eyes, as if some terrible scene was being staged in front of him.

"You lied to me...... Ah Wu, you must be lying to me. "Long legs weakened, kneeling directly on the ground.

Phantom looked away and pretended to look at the embroidery on the wall: "I hope I'm lying to you, too." But you see, your mother will soon be born again, and she will soon be able to return to you, isn't that good?"

"She's not my mother, my mother is dead!" said Changjue, leaning forward and yelling at the phantom.

Phantom Wu still didn't look at him, she just looked at the person on the portrait intently, and after a while, she turned her head and looked at Chang Jue with a clear gaze and said, "I don't care if you are your mother or not, as long as she is Master's Luo Zhao, it is enough." ”

The phantom smile is as moving as spring, but he only feels that he is in the cold winter.

"I've been embroidering this painting for thirteen years. Ah Jue, long before I met you, I had already decided to die for my master's wish. It's just that I didn't expect that Luo Zhao is still your mother, so let's just think I'm also doing a good deed for you. ”

Although Phantom Wu was weak and his voice was very soft, the words were like cold and hard sharp knives, slowly scratching his hot heart.

Chang Jue clutched his chest, only to feel that the old wound was cut again, and the dull pain made him breathless.

"What about me? Ah Wu, you abandoned me, what should I do?"

Phantom Wu lowered her head and looked at the ground, as if there was something very interesting in the haystack on the ground, she didn't look at Changjue, but said indifferently: "Ah Jue, I think you will be mistaken, I have never accepted anything from you, so why should I give it up." In my life, from the beginning to the end, it was all for my master. ”

"With or without you, I'll fulfill my obsession. So, I can only say sorry to you. Phantom Wu raised his head again, looked at Changjue, and said softly.

"Ah Wu, do you like me?" Chang Jue also smiled, but the smile was very bitter. Phantom liked to see him laugh, and he didn't want to show that ugly look to her.

His gaze was tender, mixed with uneasiness and pain, as if the man in front of him was the god from which he had come to life, and it only took one word to save him, and only one word to push him into a hell from which he could never recover.

Phantom Wu looked him directly into the eyes and said word by word: "It's okay to make it clear, Ah Jue, you don't have to waste your mind on me in the future." You listen, in my heart, there has always been only my master, Hui Ming, who has been him since the first sight of my birth, and at the moment of the end of my life, he is also him. He is me, the meaning of existence. ”