Qingyun Disciple

() The wind this night is full of fun, always comes just right, and goes quietly.

The swift wind picked up Yunmo's long hair, danced Zhou Yixian's messy beard, and teased Xiaohuan's two soaring braids that were no longer spirited.

At the same time, it also took away the last trace of the Fenxianggu man's existence in this world, like many tiny fireflies, chasing mischievously, flickering, and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Why is this..." Xiaohuan murmured with tears, the joy on her pale face was still there, but the tears fell down one by one like broken beads.

Her weak body swayed, and Yun Mo hurriedly wrapped her around her, feeling that the little girl's hands were so cold, her body was trembling so badly!

Zhou Yixian, who is always in good spirits, seems to have aged a lot suddenly for some reason, with black and blue bruises on his thick bags under his eyes, he squeezed his chapped lips, and said dryly: "This little brother is born Love this place, die well, now is to get rid of the shackles of the appearance, the soul is attached to this place, and will be reincarnated here, just fulfilling his long-cherished wish in life."

Xiaohuan lowered her head, held back her tears, remained silent for a moment, and said in a muffled voice, "Uncle Yun... tell me, is that so?"

Yun Mo had been prepared for a long time, brewing a lot of words to respond to Zhou Xian, but he was stared at by the girl's eyes as bright as autumn water and as clear as the blue sky, but no matter what, he couldn't utter another word. Words come.

It seems that those eyes have the power to point directly at people's hearts, which can purify all ugliness and see through all falsehoods.

Yun Mo's heart suddenly trembled.

It was a crystal tear, falling into the dust along the girl's nose, breaking into eight petals.

He suddenly felt that standing in front of him was not only a nine-year-old child, but also a crystal-clear and clear heart.

He put away his wrinkled smile, stared into her eyes, and replied seriously: "He used a secret method to burn his own soul to nothingness, and since then it has been wiped out, and will never appear in this world again. "

Xiaohuan pursed her lips tenaciously, pouted her cheeks, and tried her best not to cry out, but she couldn't bear it, and threw herself into Zhou Yixian's arms, sobbing softly.

It was raining, and the dark cloud that shrouded in front of the moon all night finally couldn't withstand the scorching heat wave and the alternation of gloomy cold tide, and was finally stimulated by the conflict of several huge forces, turning into raindrops and falling to the world.

Or, even this God can't stand watching these tragic scripts being staged one after another, who are weeping for?

As if under the cover of raindrops, Xiaohuan's cries became louder, constantly venting her sadness, grievance and panic.

Yun Mo didn't use his magic power to block the rain, maybe he also felt that there was something in his heart that needed to be washed away!

Zhou Yixian caressed the top of Xiaohuan's head with his thin hands, showing an extremely rare kindness on his face.

Yun Mo sighed, turning a blind eye to Zhou Yixian's eye darts that shot over from time to time, and continued to say to Xiaohuan in a deep voice: "Xiaohuan, I'm telling you all this just to let you know, just like what your grandfather told me just now. After all, there are many things in this world that we cannot do anything about. Maybe with the continuous increase in power, we can do everything when entering the house, but there is one opponent that can never be defeated, and that is time. Even One day you can practice immortality, but no one can stop the passage of time for a moment. Is there anyone who can change what has happened? No! No matter how unwilling or resentful you are, what has passed can only be accepted .”

His thoughts have already flown thousands of miles away, and it seems that he is not only talking to Xiaohuan: "Instead of being immersed in the past, it is better to cherish the present and the future. If something happens to you today, Xiaohuan, your grandpa, Your little uncle, and me, how sad we will be. At that time, it is uncertain what we will do for you. Xiaohuan, if it were you, would you like to see us take such risks for you?"

"Xiaohuan, Xiaohuan don't want it! So... that's why Xiaohuan wants to be the decisive factor that grandpa said. That's why Xiaohuan wants to try the spell that was found in the old house of grandpa's house before." Yun Mo shook his body. Zhen, looked at Xiaohuan with tears and said word by word: "Xiaohuan wants to grow up quickly, to be able to protect grandpa (Zhou Yixian blushes), to save more and more people, and to be able to see everyone happy live together."

Silently stroking Xiaohuan's head, the words that Zhou Xian stopped did not come out.Yun Mo looked at her with naive but firm eyes, knelt down to look at her, held her tender shoulders and said to her: "Xiaohuan, since you have such a kind heart, I can't stop you , but you are all self-taught, so you must not use it indiscriminately. I know that there are a few great masters in the way of ghosts, if possible, I would like to try them to teach you." He paused, his voice slightly Trembling: "If possible, then... I would like to ask you to save someone in the future."

Seeing that her grandfather didn't scold herself, and hearing Yun Mo's request, Xiaohuan couldn't help being a little surprised: "Really? Xiaohuan...can you help...?"

Yun Mo nodded, and affirmed with a smile: "That's natural, but Xiaohuan still needs to learn, otherwise I won't worry about a certain little cat whose face is crying."

Xiaohuan still couldn't help sobbing, and tried hard to wipe off the water drops on her face with her small hands, but the tears on her face were mixed with little drops of rainwater, there were too many, no matter how much she wiped, she couldn't clean them off.

She blushed a little from Yun Mo's stare, pulled up the hem of Zhou Yixian's skirt, and wiped her face carelessly.Sticking out his tongue in a self-deprecating manner, but shyly not daring to meet Yun Mo's smiling gaze, he hid behind Zhou Yixian with a blushing face.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Lao Zhou's loving face just now disappeared without a trace, and he returned to his philistine appearance, holding his clothes that Xiaohuan had wiped his tears from, with a painful feeling.

"Little girl, you! This is my favorite piece of clothing!"

The little girl was finally amused by Zhou Yixian's exaggerated roar. As the shower gradually subsided, the fire in the village had been completely extinguished, and everything seemed to have returned to the calm that this small village should have.

In the distance, some courageous young people came over and probed their brains, calling the villagers to return to the village one after another.

In the embellished narratives of the young villagers who had met the Burning Man before, Yunmo was described as a god descending from the earth, stepping on colorful auspicious clouds to save them from danger—it seemed that this was the only way to cover up their presence in the Burning Man. The bewilderment and timidity in front of him.They took the lead to surround Yun Mo, and countless words of gratitude and praise came out like money. While praising the kindness of Yun Mo and others, they swear at the ferocity of those evil thieves and the flame troll. Horrible, and the old man who stayed with them, holding his young granddaughter, looked like "my vision is absolutely right".

No one remembers that in this night, in order to save their names, a young life was transformed into the evil fire demon they called, at the cost of disappearing forever.

But no one knows that after the soul flies away, this farewell will be forever...

Later, Yunmo and Zhou Yixian asked Xiaohuan why they took such a risk to try to save that person.

"Because he is a good person!" Xiaohuan's answer was so direct and simple.

Yun Mo smiled wryly, can people and things in this world be distinguished by simple good and bad?

Zhou Yixian also smiled wryly, does it mean that after we grow up, we see this world in a complicated way?

The two of them who were deep in thought didn't pay attention, Xiaohuan lowered his head and thought wildly, but it was Yun Mo squatting in front of that person so resentful and unwilling!

They also didn't know that on this night, the little girl who only had candied haws in her eyes filled her heart with sorrow for the first time.

"The Tianchi Lake in the extreme northern ice field?" Zhou Yixian never paid attention to the image in a place where there was no one, and pinched his nostrils vulgarly, thinking for a while: "The old man has only vaguely heard that there is a huge lake in the northern region Hidden in the depths, the name is 'Xihai'. It is said that your Qingyun's 'Tianya Divine Sword' is obtained from there. However, it is rumored that the place is extremely secretive and dangerous. After so many years, no one has been able to Find where the West Sea is."

"As for the frozen valley, excuse my ignorance, the Arctic ice field is full of frozen valleys. Even with my great knowledge and knowledge, I don't know what you are referring to."

"In that case, then I'll go and find it myself." Yunmo and Zhou Yixian rested in this small village for several days, helping the villagers to repair the houses in the village, and also repairing the houses of those who died unfortunately. All the corpses were collected regardless of whether they were righteous or innocent, and finally, as Qingyun Dharma Protector, he asked the nearby righteous sect to send a few disciples to patrol and guard the village.

"By the way, senior, where are you going, and how will I find you in the future?" Yun Mo suddenly thought of a key question before leaving, and asked hastily.

Old Zhou squinted his eyes and said angrily: "The old man's ineffective disciple was fascinated by a woman, and he wandered around behind that woman every day. Even the old man, the master, was forgotten. Nanjiang is happy to go, the old man is going to rush to clean up this kid!"

"Southern Border!" Yun Mo was a little surprised, that place is very dangerous, and the only access is guarded by Fenxiang Valley, it may be difficult for idlers to go deep..."

"Is this old man just waiting for nothing? The poisonous insect miasma in the southern border is nothing to this Great Immortal. What's more..." Zhou Yixian said with a sly smile: "800 years ago, there was no such path. Fenxiang Valley I didn't sit here, so is there no other way?"

Yun Mo saw that Zhou Xian was so determined, so he stopped trying to persuade him. He didn't know how long he would have to go, and he didn't know how long it would take, and he didn't agree on a specific time with the two of them.He bowed his hands to Zhou Yixian, touched Xiaohuan's head, and walked out of the village without looking back.

Staring blankly at the rising light in the distance and disappearing into the sky in a blink of an eye, feeling the warm touch on the top of her head, Xiaohuan suddenly thought of the shyness of that thrilling night, and there was a feeling in her heart that she also Inexplicable and inexplicable things are growing crazily.