If Bai Qian knew that there would be a sudden change in the Gusu Xiling family in July of this year, he would definitely not go to Wusheling to compare the playful martial arts.

In Gusu in July, the weather is the hottest time, the lotus water chestnut grows vigorously in the water, and the weeping poplars on the roadside also grow quite moist because of the water vapor. The rest of the flowers and trees, chickens, ducks, cats and dogs, and people who still can't spend the summer are all wilted by the sun. Except for the croppers who had to go out to farm, there were no people outdoors in broad daylight.

Although summer is also a prosperous season, human life is not very easy.

And Xilingmu is the most difficult one among those who are having a hard time.

At the beginning, in order to save his life, he came to Gusu with his family as a refugee, and the first thing he had to pass was the climate. The summer in Jiangnan is humid, and the sweat cannot be released, which makes people upset.

The second level is the humanistic environment, Xilingmu is not as civil and military as his son, he is not good at poetry and articles, and he has little interest in literati pen and ink. The literary style in Jiangnan is very prosperous, and meeting friends with poems, filling in lyrics and singing are all common pastimes among the hook columns.

Gusu is so unfamiliar to this old general from Chang'an that he can't touch it.

He set up his house at the end of a remote street, kept his name incognito, and rarely went out.

But he has long since lost the heart to care about the changes in this world, in the past three years, the old father has boiled white black hair, and tried all the home remedies, but he has never been able to wake up his son who has fallen into a coma.

Even in such a season when the heat wave swept across the country, there was still a strange cold air around Xilingye's room. This made the Xiling family, which usually does not see people, even more gloomy, and the few neighbors did not dare to approach.

Just when everyone gave up hope, Xiling Ye woke up on his own in the cool moonlit night.

The Su embroidery on the screen is a piece of verdant bamboo, and there are a few newly blooming lotus flowers in the celadon vase at the head of the bed. The delicate stitches of the embroidery and the delicate veins on the petals make Li Muhua feel fresh.

"It's good to be alive", that was the first thing she felt when she woke up.

Xiliang's little princess Li Muhua is the wizard with the strongest spiritual power in this generation, and in most cases, she can directly invade other people's dreams to see that person's future.

The embarrassing thing is that this Princess Xiliang, who can see many worlds that others can't see, was born blind.

She has never intersected with the world of ordinary people.

She would only see some vague shapes of different colors, and then convey the information she knew to those who could translate it through the secret technique of Xiliang.

The royal family didn't really value her, and she herself felt that she was of little use.

It wasn't until she was sixteen years old that Xiliang lost on the battlefield, and her father suddenly thought of asking her to go to the battlefield to do fine work.

Her abilities were really good for stealing information, and her father didn't want to waste it.

In order to plan that encounter, the bitter meat meter was used very strongly, and several wounds on her body, large and small, were dripping with blood, and her little face was paler than the snowy grass.

She fell in the right place at the right time, waiting for Xiling Ye to march by. She looked dying that day, without any lethal power.

Although she did an excellent job of completing all the tasks assigned to her by her father, successfully delaying the battle, and winning many victories for the coalition forces, Xiling Ye is still an outlier on her growth path.

In her eyes, he was a complete human form, but the color was the most intense black, like the night in the deep jungle of Lingnan, and there was an inexplicable feeling of reassurance.

On the last day of his life, he suddenly said that he was going to take her to the battlefield, and she saw ripples in his heart.

She heard him smiling, but Li Muhua didn't look at the illusion on his face, she saw the huge sadness in his heart.

Her mind was so infected by this powerful grief that she forgot to inquire about his intentions.

This was a fatal mistake, and she didn't understand until she was stopped and cut in two in Xilingye's arms.

Now that his body has been directly cut off, even Li Muhua, who has the most powerful repair ability in the Xiliang clan, has no way to recover, and death comes so suddenly.

Sixteen or seventeen years old, of course, she didn't want to die.

With instinct, Li Muhua stripped off his lifelong spiritual power and divine consciousness at the last moment when his breath was still alive and crossed into Xiling Ye's body.

When the blade cut off her body, it naturally cut through Xiling Ye's robe, if it wasn't for the last resort, Li Muhua also wanted to choose a better body, but helplessly, she only had Xiling Ye by her side.

That time they lost very badly, but the rest of the future, Li Muhua was powerless.

The next moment she withdrew into Xiling Ye's body, he lost consciousness due to blood loss from his injuries.

When I woke up, it was already three years later, the war had long since subsided, and Xiliang had become a distant term.

On the fifteenth day of July, the moon was as bright as day.

It was the fourth watch of the night, and the insects in the yard had already fallen asleep, and no one knew when she woke up.

The moonlight shone into the room through the thin window paper, and the candles on the candlesticks shone faintly, flickering and throwing off a small lamp.

There are never many people or things in this world that can make Li Muhua worry from the bottom of her heart, and she is only curious about this world at most.

Stop in moderation and don't be overly demanding, she has listened to her grandmother since she was a child.

It is precisely because she has a pure mind that she can exert her spiritual power to the maximum, which is one of the few prides in Li Muhua's humble life.

Now that it has come in handy and saved her life, the first thing Li Muhua is grateful for is his grandmother's teachings.

Reincarnation is the highest level in Xiliang witchcraft, even her grandmother can't use it flexibly, before leaving, her grandmother gave Mu Hua half of her spiritual power, and finally activated the reincarnation technique at the moment before she died.

Anyway, she came back to life, as Xiling Ye.

She was reluctant to close her eyes for a moment, for fear that this vivid and colorful world would disappear again the moment she closed her eyes.

The Xiling family built their yard far away from the bustling city, and did not want to be disturbed by anyone.

The new emperor, Du Heng, promised not to do anything to their family, but Xilingmu insisted on removing his entire family from the history of the empire.

Buried in the billowing smoke and dust of history with the previous dynasty, disappearing is the best ending.

Away from the center of power of the royal family, it was an ideal that he had in mind since he was young.

It's embarrassing to say, although Xilingmu is from a family of military generals, he can be regarded as one of the most unpromising in the family, when he was young, he didn't want to make contributions, he just wanted the family to stay away from the battle and grow old safely.

Now he has barely realized his ideals, but the girl he loved back then has long since turned to dust, and he is already in his last years. He became extremely desperate, when Du Heng rebelled, he got the news in advance, but he didn't carry a knife to escort him.

The emperor of the previous dynasty treated the Xiling family well, but he couldn't stop him from hating him to the core.

As a courtier, you can't think about rebellion every day, so Xilingmu has never rebelled all his life.

The so-called enemy of the enemy is his friend, so even if Du Heng is such a contemptible rebel and thief, Xilingmu's impression of him is not bad. No one in the Manchu Dynasty could understand how General Xiling, who was as cold and hard as steel on weekdays, could easily become a wall grass.

The wall is thousands of feet, and there is no desire to be rigid. Xilingmu on the battlefield can indeed put aside his personal desires, but in front of his son, he can't.

Du Heng easily switched to him with a promise not to pursue Xiling Ye again.

However, those who scolded him for his apostasy were dead, so he left a reputation in the history books as a loyal and courageous martyr.

He was the first to find Xiling Ye awake, and it was just an ordinary morning, and he used to come to see him. As soon as he opened the door, he was met with his curious eyes.

What is familiar is the eyes, clear and deep, and what is strange is the eyes, the clear and innocent like a baby, stripped of the traces of time, as if returning to the appearance of his first life.