Floating clouds

Chapter 61 Mu Zheng

Zhonghui finally comforted Lin Mingqi, but he began to lose his mind again.

What if what the junior sister said is true?

None of them saw the body of the elder brother back then, could it really be the elder brother?

But if it's a senior brother, why don't you come back?

He didn't dare to think too much, and took Lin Mingqi back, passed through Rong Lingzhu, almost all the heads of the big and small sects were standing, waiting for Mu Zheng to express his opinion.

Mu Zheng is now more and more beautiful than a real person, his eyebrows are darker than before, standing between the mountains and rivers, his colors are bright, his breath is erratic, and he is almost on the verge of turning his face.

"The lips are dead and the teeth are cold. Head Mu stands by and stands by. If the demon cultivator really wins, Fu Yunxu will not escape this catastrophe."

Mu Zheng looked at the heartbroken old man, not knowing which sect he was in charge of.

"How can the demonic cultivator win? It's just that you are greedy for life and afraid of death." Mu Zheng's words were harsh and mean, and he knocked down the head of the usually pampered and star-studded moon.

What he said was right, if there was a real fight, the magic cultivator had little chance of winning, unless these people refused to contribute and forced him to go out to do white work.

Thinking of this, his face became even uglier.

"Master Mu, it's not that we are greedy for life and afraid of death, it's just that the devil has cultivated his energy for nearly a thousand years, and now he is attacking fiercely. Even if we win, most of our righteous monks will be killed or injured, and our vitality will be seriously injured."

The new head of the Kunlun School, the former master of the Bold Peak, Qin Jiudao.

"It's none of my business." Mu Zheng rolled his eyes.

"Master Mu, Tang Wan did make a mistake first, but now the demon cultivator is approaching because your disciple killed Tang Wan. How can Master Mu say that it's none of your business? Going to defend against the enemy is a duty-bound duty. yes."

With a sound of "pa", the Lingzhu that Mu Zheng was playing with in his hand was crushed, and he stared at everyone in front of him majestically.

For a moment, the entire floating cloud seemed to be filled with a layer of killing intent.

His gaze was too penetrating, and the heads of the sects were shocked to see him, for fear that he would get angry if he didn't go his way, and they couldn't bear the anger in the transformation stage.

For a while, everyone missed Tang Wan very much.

Even though he's a hypocrite, he's still able to communicate.

The reunion's heart jumped suddenly, with a smile on his face, he opened his eyes and said nonsense to the masters: "Masters, it's getting late today, why don't you go back, we have to deal with Zhan Moxiu. If the leader thinks it over, he will naturally go."

Everyone hurriedly went downstairs by the ladder of the reunion, looked at the noon sun and said: "It's really late, if that's the case, we'll wait for the news from head Mu."

Mu Zheng didn't let out a breath, he gave Chong Hui a hard look, and seeing Fu Yunxu regained his tranquility, the hostility between his brows dissipated a little.

"What's the matter?" He glanced at Lin Mingqi's distraught look and asked.

The more Lin Mingqi thought about it, the more sad he became. When asked by Mu Zheng, he didn't care about Mu Zheng's anger, and said with tears, "I just...seemed to see my elder brother."

There was a "crackling" sound, and it was the Lingzhu that Mu Zheng was playing with that fell to the ground.

The spirit beads on the ground were rolling everywhere, but Mu Zheng remained motionless, as if in trance.

"What did you say?" He became a child who did something wrong in an instant, feeling guilty and pleasantly surprised, with a hint of grievance in his heart. For a moment, these emotions didn't know how to vent, hovered in his chest, and became a stubborn stone.

For the past hundred years, day and night, with his eyes closed, Lin Xinglu acted decisively. He couldn't figure out why something went wrong when the original plan was good, and why he had just peeped at Tianshi and recognized his master at that time.

He didn't know where he was wrong, and he didn't feel how sad he was. It was only after watching the soul lamp go out with his own eyes that he felt that his three souls and seven souls couldn't be gathered together, and he lost something.

Lin Mingqi said: "At the gate of the mountain, I saw a person who didn't look very much like him, but upon closer inspection, I thought it was. That person also had a mole on the back of his neck."

Mu Zheng listened, as if lost in thought.

What he thought of was a section of snow-white neck with a red mole like a drop of blood in the middle. He didn't know how many nights, he stroked this cinnabar mole to sleep, and his hand moved in a sense of loss.

But Lin Xinglu is not the only one with moles on the back of his neck, he thought, if he saw it, he would definitely not admit it.

Lin Mingqi cried: "Master, is it really dead when the soul lamp goes out?"

Chong Hui subconsciously fiddled with the black bracelet on his wrist.

This is the first gift he received in his life.

Mu Zheng suddenly said: "We'll meet again, you inform these leaders, as long as they find your senior brother, I will show up for a big battle."

Before Zhonghui agreed, he himself had disappeared into the sky.

He was going to find someone, someone who was dead.

When the news got out, they all thought it was an excuse from head Mu, a person whose soul lamp was all extinguished, where would they go to find it, or how to unite to deal with the reality of Moxiu.

And Lin Xinglu, who caused the storm, was no longer here. He had already fled when Lin Mingqi saw him, and now he came to the Central Plains alone.

A heavy rain in the capital dissipated the heat of many days. Lin Xinglu held an umbrella and looked at the mansion in front of him.

The Lin Mansion has long been lost in the torrent of time. For more than 300 years, everything in this place is new. newly planted.

There is no trace of the past anymore, the house has been rebuilt, and even the pain has been smoothed away.

The deep-seated hatred in the past has faded now. Just as he was about to turn around, he heard the vermilion door open with a creak, and a girl with a sewing basket came out from inside. First, she looked at Lin Xinglu in surprise. With one glance, his cheeks turned red.

"Young master, who are you looking for?"

If others stood in front of the main entrance, they would definitely be scolded. The girl looked at Lin Xinglu, Zhilan Yushu, with desolation in her eyes, she couldn't bear to be harsh, and asked shyly.

"There used to be a family named Lin here, do you know it?" Lin Xinglu asked with a smile.

"No, our master's surname is Zhan." The woman shook her head.

Who will remember the time of several generations, but he always holds a glimmer of hope.

Lin Xinglu smiled, thanked him, and turned to leave, leaving only the girl behind him watching his cold figure disappear into words.

Holding an umbrella, he found a restaurant to drink tea. Everyone was stunned for a moment. They didn't know which family's young master was like a banished fairy. Lin Xinglu ordered a few snacks at random, and suddenly thought of Mu Zheng.

When he first came to Fuyunxu, he was very picky eater. In order to let him eat, Mu Zheng asked Zhiyue to roll a package and go to Cheng Yu to learn cooking skills.

Am I being bad to you?

He remembered what Mu Zheng asked him.

Can a good word offset everything?

Lin Xinglu didn't know, now he seemed to be gradually forgetting all the old things one by one, he shook his head and looked out the window.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier.