Floating clouds

Chapter 4 Who Comes From

Who is this person?

The three of Lin Xinglu were stunned. There is someone in the world with such a demeanor. Is he still human?

Could it be a fox demon?

Or a fairy?

He stood opposite Tong Bei, making Tong Bei even more ugly and disgusting, and Tong Bei also made him surprisingly beautiful.

But it's just beautiful, surprisingly beautiful, and I don't see any other skills.

Qingsong spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and there was a weak smile on the corner of his mouth.

He is finally here.

Head Mu stepped forward, took out a small white jade bottle with a narrow neck like a conjuring trick, and poured the medicine inside into Qingsong's mouth.

Tong Bei didn't stop him, and said: "Master Mu, why bother, he blew himself up in his dantian, and he is sure to die."

"People always have a lot to say before they die. If they are not allowed to finish, either the living will suffer, or the dead will bear hatred. Didn't the Thousand Faced Demon kill so many people?"

The voice of head Mu is also lazy, like the warm sun in winter, there is always a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and his dark eyes look softly at everything he sees, making it impossible to tell whether he is angry or angry. happy.

"Hehe, that's just right. I just wanted to ask where the Peeping Sky Stone is. Sect Leader Mu is really considerate. How about letting Sect Leader Mu give way, let me ask first?"

Tong Bei laughed hoarsely, and the ghosts under the black clothes were about to move again.

"I'm afraid it can't be done. After he explained the funeral in this tone, it's almost the same. I'm afraid I can't stand your question." Head Mu refused with a smile.

"What if I have to ask?"

Two withered hands stretched out from under the wide sleeves of the robe, and there were two black iron chains on the hands, which gleamed coldly and were slipping out inch by inch.

The sound of "hua la hua la" was particularly creepy in the cold night, Lin Xinglu tightly held Lin Mingqi and Chonghui beside him, his teeth chattering.

These two short nights were actually longer than the 13 years he spent in Lin Xiangfu.

There is no sword in Mu's hand, only an inexplicable lamp, but there is no timidity on his face, even his eyes are still gentle, like willow branches in the spring breeze: "I am not a aggressive person, how about Let's stop at the end, if within a hundred moves, the demon friend can touch me, you win, take away the soul lamp in my hand, you win, break my oily skin, you win, want to ask questions or It's up to you if you want people."

"Master Mu is not too arrogant." Tong Bei withdrew his hand from Lin Xinglu's shocked eyes, but his eyes with small eyeballs and white eyes became serious.

He was thinking about whether the Peeping Stone, which had been silent for hundreds of years without news, was more important, or his life was more important.

Even if there is only one life, it is so tempting to see the secret of Tianshi, no one can refuse it, no one can not be tempted by it.

"Am I being arrogant, Demon Friends can try." Head Mu didn't even put down the lamp in his hand.

Tong Bei struggled, rolled his eyes again and again, and finally made up his mind: "You and I are not far apart in cultivation, now that I'm injured, I'm naturally not your match, even if I leave, the peeping stone will only fall to the ground." In the hands of the four of you, Sect Master Mu has a name, a surname, and a sect, so it's easy to find."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at Lin Xinglu and the others with his poisonous snake-like eyes, as if he wanted to engrave the three of them in his mind, so that he could recognize the three of them at any time and any place .

Then, he turned into a cloud of black mist and disappeared into the night sky.

Just when Lin Xinglu was at a loss, Qingsong who had been lying on the ground suddenly said, "Xinglu, come here..."

His voice was weak, and every time he said a word, blood gushed out of his mouth.

The three of Lin Xinglu stepped forward, Chonghui helped him up, let him lean in his arms, and cried out with sobs: "Master..."

Qingsong grabbed Lin Xinglu's hand: "Xinglu, from now on, you will all worship Fu Yunxu...Mu Sect Master as your teacher, do you remember what I said?"

Lin Xinglu's face froze, and his face turned whiter than snow. He tried hard to control his hand, but he still trembled slightly.

Qingsong's hand was cold, but he held his hand tightly, and there was a colder and harder stone between the two of them.

"remember?"

Qingsong grabbed his hand again, almost inserting something into Lin Xinglu's palm. Lin Xinglu felt a pain in his palm, came back to his senses, and nodded blankly.

There was a gleam of light in Qingsong's gray eyes, he let go of Lin Xinglu's hand, looked at the head of Mu and said, "Mu Zheng, I will leave these three children to you."

"Yes." Mu Zheng nodded in agreement, and placed the lamp in his hand beside Qingsong.

"Has the plane tree in front of the mountain gate grown?"

The soft light shines on everyone's face, but Qingsong can't see clearly, his voice is inaudible, and through the light, he doesn't know which distant place he is looking at.

"It has become an ancient tree." Mu Zheng replied.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qingsong closed his eyes, and the lamp beside him suddenly went out, only those beads the size of fingernails still gave off a faint light.

No one can see who's expression.

Is smiling, sad, or at a loss.

Mu Zheng pulled the weight away, and a little flame jumped on his fingertips, fell on Qingsong's body, and soon spread into a big fire.

Wherever he died, he was buried there, scattered between heaven and earth.

Lin Xinglu blankly followed Mu Zheng into his flying sword, and the flying sword rose into the sky. The burning corpse became smaller and smaller, so small that it could not be seen, so small that even the quiet capital city became a black spot, and finally even the black spot became invisible. They couldn't see it anymore, they left everything on this snowy night, their new life was hidden in the increasingly violent snowstorm, and it was impossible to tell whether it was good or bad.

Lin Mingqi and Zhonghui were both excited and scared, and they hugged Lin Xinglu's arm tightly, as if with Lin Xinglu around, they were not afraid of anything and could live on in any day.

Lin Xinglu's palms were moist, and his thin and thin back stood straight. In just two short nights, he had sharpened from a child to a teenager. His expression was calm, and his eyes were covered by long eyelashes. pain and loneliness.

Lin Mingqi and Zhonghui rely on him, but he doesn't know who to rely on?

Is it the head of this beautiful almost monster?

'You can respect him and treat him well, but you must never trust him or love him. '

Qingsong's admonition is still in front of his eyes, the warmth of the peeping stone in his hands, and the gloomy eyes of the 'thousand-faced demon' are still in his mind, all these make him worry and dare not relax.

Feijian stopped in the morning mist, and it was snowing overseas in winter. In front of the mountain gate, a towering sycamore tree stood in the sky. Lin Xinglu remembered Qingsong's question, "Has the sycamore tree grown?" ', looking at the towering ancient tree in front of him, I don't know how long Qingsong has been away, and what kind of feelings he has, which makes him want to ask the little sycamore tree in the mountain before he dies.

Maybe every plant and tree here is missed by him over and over again. What he wants to ask is not just this sycamore tree, but everything here.

Next to the tree is a piece of bluestone, on which the three characters "Fuyunxu" go deep into it.

The three characters are almost about to break out of the bluestone prison, like a swimming dragon overturning, floating clouds freely, people can't help but think about how elegant this person who writes is.