Jiu Mu was drunk by the light of the rolling red dust, but what she was most afraid of was the strong wind blowing in her face, even if she wrapped the silk cloak around her body, she couldn't resist it.

"Senior Brother Mortal, I really want to go to the mortal world for a while, so you can take me with you. ”

Wushuang hated iron and couldn't make steel, "Xiao Jiu, why are you so stubborn?

Jiumu didn't care about it, and made up his mind, "It's coming, you take me with you, let's go and return quickly, and we will definitely not be discovered by Uncle Xiao." She sneaked out during Bing Ruohan's lunch break, and calculated the time, so that she could rush back before he woke up.

Wushuang is afraid of being discovered by the little uncle, as the little uncle said, the red dust is filthy, once the spiritual root is destroyed, it cannot be restored, so he explained to her again that it is powerful, "Xiao Jiu, this layer is just the red dust entering the Dao, and the next layer is the baptism of red dust, the further down the line, the more intense the fireworks, you can't stand this torment, in case the spiritual root is damaged, you can't become an immortal." ”

"You said it was just in case, and if you were by my side to protect me, there wouldn't be this just in case. ”

Wushuang saw that she had made up her mind, but she couldn't rush back, no matter what, since she was willing to risk death to go with her, then she would definitely protect her.

Wushuang took her into his arms and asked, "On that day, the silver scales I handed you over, can you bring them?"

Jiumu looked dazed: "What scales?"

"It's the silver leaf you were talking about. ”

Kugi slapped his head, "Oh, I remembered." His hands flipped over his body, but he couldn't turn them over, "Oops, it seems that I lost it." ”

"Didn't I tell you to keep it well? After reprimanding in his heart, Wushuang did not hesitate to smooth his body, and a leaf that was exactly the same as before appeared on his hand in an instant, and he earnestly entrusted, "Take it, this piece, don't throw it away." ”

"Oh. Jiumu hurriedly held the silver leaf tightly in his hand, only to see that the surrounding rolling qi gradually dispersed, and the strong wind seemed to blow elsewhere, not only eye-opening, "Huo, this leaf is really a treasure." ”

After speaking, he was about to express his gratitude to Wushuang, but he saw a trace of blood on his chest, a trace of blood appeared on the white gauze robe, "Senior Brother mortal, you, you have bled out." ”

Wushuang covered his shirt and said, "It's okay, hold on to me." ”

"Oh. ”

Jiumu let Wushuang carry her down, she wrapped in the silk cloak and just threw herself into his arms, holding the silver leaf in her hand tightly, the silver light emitted by the leaf surrounded her and protected, and there was Wushuang in front of her, sweeping away all obstacles for her, but she also passed the baptism of red dust safely, and came to the mortal world smoothly.

A corner of the mortal woods.

Jiu Mu looked at the silver leaf in his hand and looked at it as he walked, looking left and right in the shape of a leaf, but this piece was bigger than the previous one, and the silver light was shining by a ray of sunlight shining in between the branches and leaves of this big tree, which was instantly dazzling.

I didn't expect this thing to be so magical, it actually protected itself from the hustle and bustle of the red dust, and resisted the strong wind, Jiu Mu was sure that it was definitely not an ordinary leaf.

After looking at it for a long time and studying it for a long time, the more I looked at it, the more I felt that this thing looked like some kind of scale.

Jiumu finally opened his mind, chased after him and asked, "Senior Brother Mortal, what is this?"

Wushuang smiled and didn't answer, only patted her on the head and ordered, "This time, don't lose it again." ”

Kugi followed closely, "You haven't told me yet, what is this?"

Wushuang stopped and pretended to be solemn, "It's my heart." ”

"Huh?" Jiu Mu staggered in fright, the scales in his hand almost fell, and when he saw Wushuang's evil smiling face, he scolded warmly, "Senior Brother Mortal is as serious as Senior Brother. ”

Wushuang: "Senior Brother's wandering and slow character, how can I compare?"

Jiumu: "What's wrong with being slow and wandering, it's much better than Uncle Xiao's indifferent appearance." Unintentionally pulling on the ice, Jiumu immediately had that old-fashioned appearance in his mind, and shivered on the spot.

At the mention of Uncle Xiao, she changed her face, and when Wushuang saw her like this, she couldn't help but laugh stupidly.

The two talked and laughed and walked to the end of the woods and saw a small sea of flowers.

The sea of flowers is not big, in this wild place, it is also colorful, beautiful and unique.

Wushuang's mother was buried in this sea of flowers.

Pulling out the flowers and grass, Jiumu followed closely behind Wushuang and walked towards the clothed mound step by step.

Heaven and earth are reincarnated, reincarnated and reborn, but every year and year, the festival is clear and clear, and Noda Aratsuka is only worried.

Unexpectedly, the small tomb of Muxin, which was almost deserted, had already been covered with new soil, and the dilapidated mound had been renovated and improved, and the surrounding area had been properly maintained.

"Senior Brother mortal, who took care of all this in advance, could it be that you have other relatives in this mortal world?"

The words fell, and it was whimsical, if the mortal senior brother really had a relative in this mortal world, it seemed good, maybe he could go to have lunch or a tooth sacrifice.

Wushuang said, "There are no relatives. Shengsheng broke her idea of rubbing rice.

"You don't have any relatives, but this well-dressed mound has obviously just been repaired. ”

And Wushuang was not surprised by her problem.

He knew that the man was a few steps ahead of him.

That's right, the guilty heart more or less wants to make amends in one way or another, but even if he sends a country, his mother is gone, and he will never come back.

Wushuang slowly knelt down on his knees and bowed three times to his mother's clothed mound.

The senior brother's mother is naturally also his elder, so he can't lose his courtesy, so Jiumu also followed Wushuang and bowed to the deceased.

After a long bow, I was about to get up, and suddenly saw the word "Fangrong" on this clothed mound, Jiumu instantly froze in place, and then thought, the song that the mortal senior brother taught me that day is also called Fangrong, how can I have the same name as his mother?

This matter is very strange, and it is very strange everywhere......

Jiumu's brain suddenly seemed to be wrapped in a ball of thread, and she wanted to untie it again......

She kept scratching her head, straight out all these coincidences.

The first thing that felt strange was that at the Zixia Jianxin banquet that day, the two little immortals who were sitting behind them chewing the root of their tongues, as soon as they saw the mortal senior brother coming in, they said that the prince of the East Palace, the second highness, why is not treated by the crown princess, what do these things have to do with the mortal senior brother?

At that time, the two immortals were not impressed, but now think about it, when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince heard the word "Fangrong" that day, his expression turned sunny and cloudy, and the clouds turned to sunny and unpredictable, what did it have to do with this?

The prince of the East Palace, the second highness of his family?

Could it be that the mortal senior brother is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince...... Flesh and blood?

Kugi felt a bang bang above his head, frightened by his own thoughts.

She finally couldn't help it, and she couldn't take care of the grave of the deceased, and this matter was not suitable for interrogation, so she hurriedly confronted Wushuang, "Senior brother mortal, this is the word Fangrong, but your mother's name is secret?"

Wushuang's eyes drooped slightly, looked at the clothed mound, and gently replied with a word, "Yes." ”

Jiu Mu paused, and then asked again, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the East Palace......?"

Jiumu looked at him stupidly.

Wushuang did not veto, as if he did not want to admit it.

Jiu Mu was shocked to the point of being stunned, she had asked his father who he was, but he was unwilling to answer, so she always thought that his father had already passed away, but unexpectedly, this mortal senior brother was so extraordinary.

He is actually the son of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the East Palace of the Heavenly Realm!

Wushuang saw that she was suddenly estranged from her, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her face was a little melancholy, and she said, "Xiao Jiu, let me tell you a story." ”