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When the disciples with higher cultivation bases in the peak saw Mu Xiyuan's introverted light and his face brightened, he knew that he must have made a breakthrough tonight, and came over to congratulate him with a smile. Mu Xiyun thanked them one by one. There was laughter and laughter in the dining hall, just like Tianliang Peak back then.
After a while, the banquet was over, and there was no need to observe the house rules tonight. The disciples were carrying wine and tea, chatting and keeping the year old. Some people even lit a big bonfire on the Yanwu platform on the edge of the mountain.
The crowd was talking and laughing, and some people were running around in the crowd. It is rare to be so lively on the mountain.
Mo Zhiqi took out a pot of wine and two wine glasses from the elder's room, and handed one to Mu Xiyun.
"It's cold outside, come here and have a drink with me. I heard that you used to be drunk without a thousand cups."
"Heh, Elder Moti, they were all fooling around when they were young." Mu Xiyuan said modestly.
In the Tianliang Peak that year, the elder Li Yao was an alcoholic ranger, and the disciples had been immersed in it for a long time, and they could drink more than the disciples of other peaks. Every year on New Year's Eve, it is the main battlefield for the disciples of Tianliang Peak. Every year, people are drunk under their desks and lose their memory due to hangovers.
But the so-called thousand cups not drunk, but at the foot of the mountain, Mu Xiyun was pulled into the battle group by his senior brother, and he did the five best "Spring Breeze Drunk" without saying a word, and he became famous since then.
The two sat on the stone chairs outside the dining hall, holding wine glasses in their hands, looking at the Tianji Peak disciples laughing in the distance, chatting without a word.
"You were brought up the mountain by Li Yao, right?"
"Well, my family was poor when I was a child. My elder brother has already started to study art and can support the family. My parents have added a younger brother and need to take care of it." Mu Xiyuan's voice was soft, with a hint of self-deprecation: "I'm just over ten and a half years old. The eldest son, the most annoying time. The family can't open the pot, so I'm thinking about finding someone to take me to the big city, looking for a little servant apprentice and other errands."
I remember back then, when he was so scared that he didn't want to leave, and was knocked to the ground by a slap in the face.
"Master just happened to be passing by at that time. When he saw this situation, he gave the man some money and took me away. In the next six months, I followed him to many places, and only climbed the mountain at the age of eleven."
"For me," Mu Xiyuan smiled, "Moyun Mountain is my home."
The night wind blew, and the laughter and words of the disciples of Tianji Peak floated.
"Master," Ge Liang, the youngest disciple of Tianji Peak, suddenly ran over, followed by three or five people, "Senior Brother Gu just told me about the battle at Linmoyuan fifty years ago, that Master Mu, later really Didn't you get it back? Not even the master?"
Mo Zhiqi touched his nose embarrassedly, glanced at Mu Xiyuan secretly, and replied to his apprentice: "This is impossible, the spiritual power of a cultivator fills the whole body, which can be used for battle, and it also becomes the support of life. The process of dissipating spiritual power is extremely damaging to the body, like a house that was suddenly shattered from the inside and lost its pillars, how can it not fall?"
Ge Liang nodded disappointedly. "The traitor in the Southwest Witch Doctor Valley is really abominable!!! If it weren't for him, we wouldn't have lost two heroes in the mountains!" The little face was flushed with anger, "What happened to the devil after that?"
"Go, go, don't disturb the master, the senior brother said that you still don't believe it!" Gu Weijieti, the storyteller, slipped his younger junior brother to the distance, and the voice came: "Of course, it is to take the magic crystal, destroy the devil's body, and burn it into a fire. Ashes, souls fly away, no traces left!"
Mu Xiyun paused with his hand holding the wine glass.
Is that so?
In the dead of night these days, he repeatedly searched for the last memory. I just remember that at the end, the blood-red eyes returned to their true colors, and the shouting voice was sincere and eager. He should have gotten rid of the sudden demonic energy and returned to his original appearance. But, but, what will happen to him like that?
People are so reluctant to face reality. Without definite news, he could imagine where the man might be locked up now and where the town would be.
Fifty years is not a short time, but it is not enough to consume the life of a cultivator. Maybe there will be a chance to see him in the future. Maybe he can ask the teacher to save him.
Or maybe he died in the past, and he re-entered the cycle of reincarnation, took him to a good person's house, and lived a safe and happy life.
Maybe... maybe...
Like an ostrich burying its head in the sand, it seems that as long as there is such a thought, that person is still in this world, and everything has a chance to recover.
All thoughts were wiped out in that sentence.
"The soul is scattered, and there is no trace!"
His body was as cold as frost, trembling unconsciously, but his head was a little dizzy, and everything around him was blurry. Mu Xiyuan put down the wine glass, and suddenly heard herself say to Mo Zhiqi, "This disciple is incapable of drinking. Elder, sit down again, I'll go back first." Before Mo Zhiqi could respond, he got up and walked away.
Mo Zhiqi looked at his thin and thin back and sighed. I don't know what happened back then, and what kind of grievances and entanglements there are, I am afraid that only the parties will know.
Mu Xiyuan was in a daze, and when he recovered, he came to the plum tree where he practiced in the afternoon.
It is said that part of his body came from this plum tree, but no one knew that fifty years ago, part of his life was also related to this plum tree.
In a trance, Mu Xiyuan seemed to see the boy again, facing the sunset, leaning against the plum tree, and showing him a smile.
Outside Fumo Town.
A kitten with black round spots on a yellow background looked at the sparrows on the tree, with round, jade-like brown eyes that didn't blink for a moment, the pupils became two thin lines due to the sunlight, and the little fluffy paws were lying on the window of the carriage. On the fence, the tail swung from side to side, leisurely.
Inside the carriage, a young man in black was lying on the soft slump, looking fixedly at the roof.
This man has a handsome face and deep eyebrows, with a bit of the characteristics of the Western Regions. Under the sunlight, a circle of golden light flickered around his eyes.
A voice came from outside the car: "Cousin, come down for dinner."
The young man in black slowly got up, reached out and picked up the kitten from the window, and got out of the car lazily.