Mu Xiyuan took two quick steps, but saw a small figure curled up in a large iron cage, trembling.

"Qingqiao!" Mu Xiyuan stepped forward quickly, stretched her hand over the iron fence, and gently stroked Xiao Qingqiao's wet hair.

The child's body shrank obviously, his hands and feet hugged him tighter, and his tender voice murmured, "Mom, mom..."

Suddenly, Mu Xiyun himself entered the cage, turned into a child, and shrank beside Xiaoqingqiao.

No weapons, no power, but Mu Xiyuan opened her short hands and hugged Xiao Qingqiao in her arms.

"Who are you?" Xiao Qingqiao asked softly, his voice weak like a kitten.

"I'm A Yun, and I'll accompany you."

A big-bellied Hu Shang suddenly appeared in front of the iron cage, patted the iron fence with his fat palm, and opened the iron gate. He grabbed Xiao Qingqiao's collar and carried the child out. The small body struggled desperately, but could not escape.

"Stop!" Mu Xiyun yelled, Hu Shang glanced at him, "You want to be with him too?"

Mu Xiyuan nodded, climbed out of the iron cage, and continued to hold Xiaoqingqiao in his arms.

The footsteps sounded behind them, and a figure wearing a black cloak and a hood stepped forward and took the two children. The man had a bloodthirsty smile on his thin, skeleton-like face. He laughed and stuffed a bottle of some unknown elixir into their mouths. Then he took out a handful of unknown bugs and put them all on the child's small body.

The dying Xiao Qingqiao, his hands and feet twitched in pain, tears rolled in his eyes, and the rain wet his face.

Mu Xiyun's ninja was in pain, and she refused to let go of her hands.

The Xiaoqingqiao in front of him gradually grew up. He practiced and tested medicines. He entered the Ten Thousand Gu Cave to fight. He was scolded by thousands of people on the high platform. Those once clear eyes gradually filled with bloodshot.

When the rain stopped, the wind became more violent. Mu Xiyun followed Gu Qingqiao, turning one scene after another, and every time he suffered, he endured it with him, watching him get lost bit by bit.

There was a voice in the air: "They treat you like this, how are you?"

Qingqiao closed his eyes, and his voice was filled with hatred: "I want them to experience the same pain!"

The sound of the wind suddenly quieted down, Gu Qingqiao opened his eyes, his eyes were blood red with mad hatred. A wisp of black air slowly rose from him, covering the whole world.

In the darkness, Mu Xiyuan's white robe shone slightly. He didn't say anything. In front of this person who was mistreated and abused by the world, it was meaningless to say fairness and justice.

In the sky, a blood-red eye opened, "Dedicate your soul, and I will give you strength!"

Gu Qingqiao closed his eyes slightly, silver white light escaped from the top of his head, and the translucent soul slowly appeared.

Mu Xiyun stared blankly at Gu Qingqiao's spirit, that spirit was incomplete... There was a big hole in the heart of his chest.

Where did such a large piece of soul go?

The red light flickered, and a red line lit up on Mu Xiyuan's left wrist. There seemed to be something struggling in my heart, a small white light, along the arm to the wrist, merged with the red rope.

Take the soul as the rope, pour the spirit into the heart, stay in the body of one person, and protect the safety of the whole life.

In an instant, scenes flashed before Mu Xiyun's eyes:

Tianji Peak, in front of the plum tree, when he recalled Qingqiao's smiling face, a small force rose up in his chest...

The moment the fox demon's sharp knife pierced his heart, the little white light that blocked the blade...

In the inner palace, the white light turned into a red rope and wrapped around his wrist.

"A Yun gave me something, of course I have to return the gift to be polite!"

"Every time I'm near you, it lights up so you can find me, okay?"

"You should have lost your soul, but I don't know what wrapped your soul, so that I can put it in the jade bottle in time..."

It turns out that you have always kept your promise; it turns out that you have always been by my side, never far away.

The red rope turned into a small green bridge, fluttering away from his arm, and slowly fluttering around him. Suddenly, the small figure stretched out his arms, brought them close to his face, and pressed his lips lightly.

A tear rolled down his cheek, fell on the palm of the soul, and turned into a pearl.

As if holding the most precious thing in the world, Xiao Qingqiao put the pearl on his chest solemnly, flew back to Qingqiao, and merged into his soul.

The soul becomes whole, and there is a slight flash of white light. Mu Xiyun watched Qing Qiao's soul slowly rise, flew towards the blood-red eyes, and silently exited the inner palace.

The outside sun is bright, Gu Qingqiao's body is very cold, and his eyes are still closed quietly. Mu Xiyun stretched out his hand and gently rubbed his eyelids. Maybe, when you woke up again, you didn't know who I was, but as long as you were still alive, I would be happy.

Chapter 111 Evidence

In the inner palace for thousands of years, the present world is but a moment.

On the high stage, Zheng Genran had a dignified look on his face and asked Huang Zelin for evidence; off the stage, it was difficult to tell the truth from the fake, and they chose to remain silent. control.

"Amitabha Buddha..." A Buddha's horn sounded, and the cheering crowd turned their heads in confusion. On the mountain road, a person dressed in a precious red cassock approached slowly. Master Huimo, holding a purple-gold bowl in one hand, and turning a Buddha bead in the other, came to the crowd.

For nearly a hundred years, the world of immortality has been jointly managed by several major families. Baotong Temple is detached from the world and has not interfered in its affairs.

But not intervening doesn't mean you can't intervene.

Baotong Temple has produced eminent monks in the past dynasties, and has a heart for the common people.

This Master Huimo is one of the representatives. He spends 12 months of the year walking in the world, seeing demons and accepting demons, seeing demons and slaying demons. Wherever he goes, evil and evil monsters are all terrified.

Zheng Heran smiled and said, "I didn't expect that there would be so many experts in the trial of a demon. Is Master Huimo here to help me get rid of demons?"

"Good job, good job!" Huimo stepped forward to give a salute and faced the crowd: "Old Na, a few months ago, received a resentful spirit in the female resentment mountain in Fenglin Town. It was transformed by a mother who lost her child for 50 years. Today Speaking of alchemy with child blood, it has a lot to do with this resentful spirit, everyone may wish to listen to what she has to say."