The moonlight is deep, the cold wind is cold, the forest leaves rustle, and the cool shadows are swaying.

The bright candlelight shone through the window of the study on the small red plum tree in the yard that was ruthlessly destroyed by the cold wind, and three or four flower buds blew one or two of them, and the little red plum tree trembled and shimmered, as if crying mournfully.

The long corridor is endless.

A petite figure stood behind a pillar, wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with a twig feather embroidered at the neckline.

A large bow was tied back in plain brocade at the waist, and the soft and flowing feathered long skirt that slanted down obscured the delicate white embroidered shoes.

The breeze blows, fluttering and dancing skirts, such as falling feathers fluttering, the villain is like a feather fairy who comes from the feathers, and the fairy spirit lingers.

Silky black waist-length hair is interspersed with a red and white ribbon to tie a delicate bow at the end.

From the back, it looks like a feather-like hairstyle, and the sideburns are dotted with lifelike small white flowers.

The slender and white neck wears a collar with silver flowers and purple diamonds, and a pair of white jade bracelets on his wrists.

The skin that can be broken by blowing is as smooth and delicate as clotted white jade, and the slender and slightly curved eyebrows are like willow leaves.

The thick curly eyelashes, fluttering and blinking, like the sea of stars, are radiant, as if there are a thousand words to say.

The candlelight lit up in the study was particularly eye-catching in the dark night, and the figure reflected in the window made her feel inexplicably familiar, and the whole person involuntarily drifted towards the study, and penetrated the window in a trance and entered the study.

Every appliance in the study is placed very rigorously, self-contained, not cluttered, just like the master is meticulous in everything and strict with himself.

Mu Qingyan was standing at the desk, holding a paintbrush, making the final strokes, when she came in, he just picked up the pen, but his eyes kept falling on the drawing paper.

When she saw him, her body drifted towards him again, and her gaze fell on his gaze, and the painting was actually the little red plum in the courtyard, and she hiding behind the pillar with only half of her head exposed.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

She looked up at him and muttered.

Mu Qingfu didn't seem to hear her question, carefully washed the brush, and placed the brush neatly, and in the process, the girl quietly watched his every move, the anxious heart, more and more panicked, why don't you speak? !

When the girl was about to break down and wanted to rush forward, grab his hand, and ask him to answer her, he looked into her eyes and said, "My surname is Mu, and my name is dead." ”

"Mu?" There was a little familiarity, but more of a strangeness, she tried to remember, "Then who am I? Who is it?......

Mu Qingyan stared at her confused eyes, "The moon is hazy, the plum is dotting, the night shadow is clear, and the fragrance is misplaced." ”

"Huh?" her eyes widened, as bright as a thousand stars.

"Your name is Jiangyue, and the word is fragrant. ”

"Jiangyue?Fanghua?" is a completely unfamiliar name, without a trace of memory, just like a new name, a new life, everywhere is so strange, all so unknown......

The painting on the desk has dried, Mu Qingfu rolled up the painting, put it into the other painting tubes, took out the rice paper and laid it, and grinded it, picked up a white jade brush, dipped it in ink, lifted the pen, and saw that he wrote down the previous poem with a dragon and snake, and wrote four words on the back of the paper below - peerless beauty.

Jiang Yue stared, and subconsciously stretched out her hand to touch it, but when she passed through the desk, she was shocked to realize that she couldn't touch the real thing.

"I ...... I'm not like you?!" Jiang Yue's heart, which had calmed down a little, panicked again.

"You are just a wisp of soul now, and if you want to touch the real thing, you have to cultivate into a soul body. Mu Qingyan put down the brush, looked at her frightened little face, and said subconsciously.

Jiang Yue frowned and looked at him in confusion.

"Do you have an ontology?" Mu Qingyan walked over, and put her finger on the center of her eyebrows, which instantly gave her a down-to-earth feeling.

"What is ontology?"

Jiang Yue's mind was blank, and every word and word that came out of his mouth was so new and unfamiliar to her.

"Everything has its own body, the body of the bamboo demon is bamboo, and the body of the peach demon is the peach tree......"

"What is my body?Is it bamboo?Is it a peach ......tree?" and "Jiang Yue racked his brains and couldn't come up with anything useful, and looked at him eagerly.

"Close your eyes, empty your mind, chase its origin, and return to one. ”

Jiang Yue did as she said, wisps of fragrance invaded her heart, and her troubled heart gradually calmed down.

Thoughtless and carefree, feeling a trace of throbbing, a trace of silent traction, she closed her eyes and followed the feeling.

Mu Qingfu watched her float through the window, into the courtyard, and into the little red plum tree, the trembling little red plum tree instantly surrounded by aura, glowing with infinite vitality.

The night was silently deep, and he stood by the window at some point, and his cold gaze fell on the small red plum tree in the yard.

When the sky was slightly bright, Mu Qing had already washed up, and came to the white jade pavilion in the purple bamboo forest, where a colorful Tianxuan Zheng was placed, and a crystal clear snow jade flute was suspended next to it.

He stretched out his big knuckle knuckle and pinched the snow jade flute, put it on his lips, the unique timbre was permeated in the pavilion, and elegant and light, quiet and long, the sword qi raging in the purple bamboo forest was still inch by inch, the cool breeze was blowing, the bamboo leaves rustled, fresh and natural.

The whole world of killing and ravaging seems to have changed in an instant, with birds singing in the ears and young leaves and flowers in front of you.

Turning again, the world turned upside down, the wind howled, the bones were ruined, and the sorrow was overflowing......

It is like God's listening, whether it is joy or sorrow, or silence or chaos, giving life the strength.

The music turns back to the intestines, ripples a thousand layers, and drifts far away, stretches and echoes, lingering with infinite vitality and hope, making people survive in a desperate situation, and despair in peace, a hundred turns and thousands of times, all kinds of tastes in the heart.

At the end of the song, look into the distance and calm your mind.

"Sanshao, this early in the morning, it's really interesting!"

A young man in white who looked eight points similar to Mu Qing's death walked over, his long hair was tied with a cyan hairband at will, and there were a few strands of broken hair left in front of his forehead.

The only person in Mu Tianzhu's Mansion who dared to talk to Mu Qingjue, the third son of the eldest son, was Mu Qingjue, the fourth son of the eldest son.

Speaking of which, the fourth son of the eldest Mu Qingjue is also a character, although he did not have a character like the third son of the eldest Mu Qingjue as soon as he was born, but he was only six or seven years old, and he got the honor he deserved with his extraordinary qualifications and strength, and he was the only person of the year except for the third son Mu Qingdi!

Mu Qingyan turned around, "What's the matter?"

"If you don't have nothing to do, you can't come here?!"

Mu Qing was silent, put the snow jade flute back in its place, pulled out a verdant bamboo sword from under the Tianxuan Zheng, and flew into the bamboo forest with a big hand.

As usual, hold the bamboo sword in his hand, a sword split, and then a sword split, so reciprocating, the faster the split, from the line into a point, from the point into an empty, a rough look is just in the mechanical splitting of the sword, a closer look will know that each of his strokes are with the first trajectory of the resonance, the score is exactly the same.

"Hey?......" Mu Qingjue smiled and shook her head, she really couldn't make a joke.

With Mu Qing's death as the center, it gradually became a ruthless killing sword domain, and he died when he entered.

Mu Qingjue had a smile on his face, and couldn't help but recall that he had jokingly snatched the "fluttering" bamboo sword in his hand, but the whole person was lying on the ground, so embarrassed.

He couldn't figure out how a bamboo sword made of bamboo could be so heavy, and after he got used to the weight for the second time, he gained weight in vain.

I don't know how he did it with 30,000 sword moves a day, without any external force, all on his own, this is simply crazy!

The Mutian clan masters swordsmanship, but no one is as obsessed with swordsmanship as he is, practicing swords every day, rain or shine.

Mu Qingjue and him are two extremes, one keeps practicing swords, and the other swords are often hung on his waist and never see the sword out of the sheath, but the medical book does not leave his hand.

He lifted his robe, sat down next to Tianxuanzheng, fiddled with the tea set on the table, and boiled a pot of tea by himself.

He poured a cup of hot tea, picked up the teacup and smelled the tea first, showing a smile of enjoyment, and then took a shallow sip, leaving a fragrance on his lips and teeth, which lasted for a long time.

"Sure enough, if you want to drink good tea, you have to come to this bamboo house!"

In the entire Mu Heavenly Mansion, there are countless rare treasures, but there are many things here that Mu Qingjue is difficult to find in various domains, let's just say that this tea set for making tea, Mu Qingjue has only seen it here, and this unnamed tea leaf, he has only seen it here.

Mu Qingjue felt that this could be said to be an unsolved mystery, every time Mu Qing died, he followed him, and he never found out that he had taken anything back, but there would always be all kinds of things in his Killing Bamboo Residence, which made him feel strange, it was really incomprehensible!