A Sword Through the Nine Heavens

　　 The bright moon was empty, illuminating the Mujia cemetery. From time to time, a gust of wind blew through the cemetery. The rows of trees in the cemetery swayed slightly, sending out a sharp roar of noise, which seemed very strange in the silent night.

　　 The cemetery is very quiet, only a few frogs whizzing one after another, and with the breeze, echoing in the cemetery for a long time.

　　 Muyu has actually lived in the cemetery like the Mu family for the past few days, but the Mu family has never found it. He often stared silently at the sinking man, the dim star with his eyes drunk with wine.

　　He didn't know what to think of this sinking man.

　　Mu Zhexing rarely hangs out with his family when he comes to the cemetery, but always stays in front of a tomb, often sitting for a few hours without moving.

The tomb is very rudimentary, without ornate marble carvings, or any solemn tombstones, only a earthen bag, covered with weeds, and a slightly old wooden stele erected in front of it, with three written on it Word: Bamboo Qiuqi.

　　 is the grave of Muyu's biological mother.

This tomb is completely different from the graves of other deceased Mujia ancestors around it. Without a solemn appearance, it seems to be made of grass and grass without any decoration. It looks very abrupt in Mujia's cemetery. It seems that it is not Mujia at all. Part of.

The Mu family has no money to buy wine for Ju Zhe Xing, but every day Zu Zhe Xing will always go out alone, and when he comes back, he will hold the wine jar to pour himself. No one knows where he comes from to buy wine. No one has time to manage him.

　　 After returning, he sat in front of Zhu Qiuqi’s tomb and drank wine. He looked at the three characters on the wooden tablet in a daze, and slept here at night. Mu Xin, who was most concerned about the uncle, would send it over.

　　 Muyu has no feeling for her biological father, because there is no intersection between them. Mu Yu often looks at Mu Zhexing like a passerby, and looks very strange to this man who should have been close.

　　 In Muyu's heart, his father will always be dead wood and evergreen, not this drunk wood zigzag star.

　　The night wind blew through the bush "sand" of the cemetery, and the sound of heavy and slow footsteps slowly came along the path.

　　 The old figure of Mu Tianhe gradually appeared in Mu Yu's field of vision. His steps were very vicissitudes. Every step on the ground was sad. The Mu Family no longer exists. In just a few days, he has become very old, without the spirit of the past.

　　 He came to Mu Zhexing and sat down.

　　 Mu Tianhe stared at Zhu Qiuqi, and some strange expressions appeared on the old face. Unlike other tombstones around, Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone is simply written with three words, no other description and no identity.

　　 Muyu lay on a thick poplar branch not far away, staring at Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone in a daze.

　　The grandfather and grandson looked at the tombstone in this way, and no one spoke.

　　 Lying in the grave is Muyu’s unseen mother, and sitting in front of the tombstone is Muyu’s father and grandfather. This is a very strange picture.

　　 is strange, but it seems natural.

　　 For a long time, Mu Tianhe stood on the ground struggling with his hands. Mu Yu thought he was leaving, but suddenly he knelt down at Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone!

　　 That kneeling, even Mu Yu was stunned!

　　 Mu Tianhe actually kneeled towards the dead Zhu Qiuqi?

　　Whoever thinks that his face is heavier than his life, will he kneel to his daughter-in-law who he doesn't even recognize?

　　 Muyu looked at the rickety figure, and suddenly felt an inexplicable emotion coming from the bottom of his heart.

　　 Is that really stubborn wooden sky crane?

"Folding the stars, it was Dad's fault." Mu Tianhe was sad, "If Dad didn't care too much about his face, you wouldn't be like that. Zhu Qiuqi is a good girl, Dad shouldn't be in his own face. And break you up."

Mu Tianhe looked up at the moon in the sky and sighed: "Xiaohao has always admired his brother Muyu, but today he told me that he no longer went to extravagant hope that Muyu could help us Mujia, he wanted to rely on Self. Little children like Xiaohao know how to give up what they are clinging to. What else can Dad not put down for most of his life?"

　　 Mu Zhexing's body was trembling slightly, he still stared at his wife's tombstone, and did not turn around to see his father.

　　 Go to see the father he didn't admit at all.

　　 Muyu was watching the two people quietly in the distance, watching the two relatives he didn't recognize at all.

　　 Mu Zhexing buried his face in the shadow of the moonlight, no one knew his expression at the moment, the wind blew his clothes corner, hunting and hunting.

　　 Mu Tianhe stared at the moon in the sky, his eyes became very muddy, like a helpless old man silently confessing his actions.

　　 always wanted face when he was young. For those faces that were not necessary, he personally buried the happiness of his son, and also broke the son's family of three. Even the grandson who should call him grandfather did not know where to go.

　　 After all, it was his grandchildren, but he did not know whether it was a boy or a girl, not even his son. This is a ridiculous crime, because of the face, he deprived a child of the right to be brought up by his parents.

　　 He knew that the apprentice of the true **** was Muyu, and it was most likely his grandson, but his previous self-esteem made him never want to seek help from this Muyu. Mu Hao was right, when he abandoned that child and grandchildren, why should people help him now?

"Everything in the Mu Family is caused by me today. It’s because I value my face too much and do one thing after another. I apologize to you. I’ve thought about it, and tomorrow I will go to Mr. Yan, from one Take care of things. I can no longer watch you suffer with me, and I should learn to let go. Living is the most important thing."

　　He understood this, but Mujia had already perished.

　　 Mu Tianhe stood up slowly, and seemed to spend a lot of energy when he stood up, making him even gasp.

　　 Muyu suddenly realized that Mu Tianhe was so old.

　　 Mu Tianhe's back was gloomy and old in the moonlight, and the wind of the cemetery blew on him, making his figure very thin, as if he would be blown to the ground in the next moment.

　　 This was supposed to be a hateful old man, but Muyu's heart gave him a strange feeling.

　　 Mu Tianhe, who put down her face, touched Mu Yu's heart.

　　 "Qiu Qi's tombstones are too dissonant. Please find a time to change Qiu Qi's tombstones! Set up the tombstones in the same way as our Mu Family members. It is the same as the surrounding tombstones.

　　 Mu Tianhe's voice was a little hoarse, and then he walked away in a staggering step. His figure dragged for a long and long time under the moonlight, like a bamboo pole, and gradually disappeared at the end of the path.

　　Because of his face, he never admitted Zhu Qiuqi, the daughter-in-law. It was only because of a little guilt that Zhu Qiuqi was buried in Mujia's cemetery, so that he could make Zhu Qiuqi buried here. But he did not allow Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone to have the Mu family's mark like other dead Mu family members, and only allowed the wood folding star to engrave the words "Bamboo Qiqi"

　　 Therefore, Zhu Qiuqi's tomb has always been out of step with other dead people in Mujia.

　　 Mu Tianhe suddenly felt it was time to rectify this disharmony, so that no special graves would appear in the entire cemetery.

When Mu Tianhe came, Mu Zhexing was indifferent until Mu Tianhe knelt down, making him tremble slightly, and when Mu Tianhe said to change Zhu Qiuqi's tombstone into the style of Mu Family At that time, Mu Zhexing already burst into tears.

　　 He knew that his father finally admitted Zhu Qiuqi's identity, and he waited for this moment for 18 years!

　　Mu Tianhe broke up the couple. Eighteen years ago, Zhu Qiuqi abandoned Muyu, who was almost two years old, and came back alone to find her husband.

　　 The so-called discordant tombstone has existed for eighteen years, and Mu Tianhe refused to correct this kind of disharmony until today!

　　 Mu Zhexing reached out and gently stroked the three words on the tombstone, his whole body shivering uncontrollably. He seemed to be talking to himself, and he was talking to the tombstone. His voice looked so bleak in the graveyard.

"When I was drinking, you would always come over and grab my wine jar, not let me get drunk. Once I drink, you will always grab my ears. But now I drink for two In ten years, you have never robbed my wine jar. I have been drunk for twenty years, and you will not come to grab my ears. Why do you ignore me?" Mu Zhexing whispered in a low voice.

　　Wooden Star was forced to leave his wife for two years, he was drunk for two years. After Zhu Qiuqi came back, he thought he would always be with his wife, but Zhu Qiuqi soon gave up, and he was intoxicated again for eighteen years.

　　He had always fantasized that Zhu Qiuqi would come to control him, but the girl who made him beloved had left.

　　 When she left, he could drunk unscrupulously, but he could never wake up again.

　　 But when did he get drunk?

"I have always been sober. I have been drinking so much since you left, but I have never been drunk. Because you don’t let me get drunk. Everyone persuaded me to wake up, but I’ve never been drunk. Come to say soberly?" Mu Zhexing's face showed a faint smile.

　　 has never been drunk, so why not say sober?

　　 He did not dare to get drunk because his wife would not let him get drunk. But he had to drink alcohol, because only then would his wife come to control him.

　　 But after waiting for so many years, his wife can no longer control him.

　　 But today he suddenly understood something.

"I won't touch the wine anymore." Mu Zhexing stood up and stroked these three words. "He admitted to both of us. You are now my Mu Zhexing's passing wife and a member of my Mu family. , The Mu family should have the form of a Mu family, this wooden monument is not necessary to exist."

　　The wooden tablet in the hands of Mu Zhexing suddenly turned into powder, and flew away with the wind. He still refused to forgive Mu Tianhe, and even his father was unwilling to say it.

"wait for me here."

　　 Mu Zhexing took a deep look at his wife's grave, and then rose directly into the sky~www.wuxiaspot.com~ left the cemetery and disappeared into the night, without knowing where to go.

　　He is going to rectify his wife's name.

　　 Muyu looked at Mu Zhexing's distant figure and Mu Tianhe's groaning figure, and it seemed that a ridge in his heart had already passed.

　　 One is an irresponsible father, and one is a grandfather who wants to lose face. He has always wanted to find an answer from these two people, an answer for him to take action.

　　 Tonight, he seems to have found it.

　　 "Mu Yu, Mu Tian He, is this an confession for you?" Long Fuji asked.

　　 Muyu didn't answer it, but just lay comfortably on the top of the tree, and the surrounding branches were moving gently, shaking happily around his body

put.

　　 He looked at the bright moon in the sky, only to find that the moon tonight seemed to be exceptionally round.

　　 confessions, what are the confession?

　　The bright moon shone in the Mujia cemetery, dispelling a haze and making the dead cemetery a little more angry.

　　 Muyu reached out and touched a yellow leaf. The dry leaf that was supposed to fall suddenly began to appear green, so vibrant, celebrating its rebirth in the night breeze.

　　 Muyu smiled slightly, he could let the dead leaves have a life again, and naturally he could let a certain extinct family stand up again.

　　 He said that the moment when Mu Tianhe put down his face, he was part of the Mu family.