Heavenly Curse

Hearing Zhen Pinger's words, Mu Yi just shook his head slightly, and he naturally let the other party leave easily.

"In fact, although you have this trace of resentment, this resentment is not very strong, and you have no trace of raising ghosts."

Just as Zhen Pinger was about to turn around and leave, Mu Yi said suddenly, his words stopped Zhen Pinger's footsteps, and even slightly trembled.

"You already knew?" Zhen Pinger couldn't help asking.

"Natural." Mu Yi nodded, in fact, he had already discovered it when he first met.

"Then why are you ..." Zhen Ping'er couldn't help but start talking, but then he didn't know how to question. But since Mu Yi was clear, he still took her away. If there was no purpose, Naturally impossible.

"Why do you want to take it away?" Mu Yi smiled slightly, and his eyes fell on the mountain again. "Catch you, naturally to find someone. As for whether you are really murderous, it has nothing to do with me, as long as you It was the original bamboo rhyme, that's enough. "

Zhen Pinger looked at Mu Yi steadily, and didn't seem to know what to say. In the room, Yan Wushuang gently covered his mouth, and his eyes showed an incredible disbelief.

Originally, after confirming that Zhen Pinger was a bamboo rhyme, even she thought that Zhen Pinger was a murderer, otherwise it was difficult to explain the original thing, but she was not surprised. At this moment, she knew from Mu Yi's mouth that he already knew the real murder Someone, or rather, Zhen Pinger is just an accomplice, just an insider.

However, at this time, Yan Wushuang was unable to question Mu Yi, and even a terrible thought flashed in his mind. Since Zhen Pinger was not really murderous, who would it be? Who knows that Acacia?

And who can make Zhen Pinger willingly bear all this?

And at the moment, Yan Wushuang also finally understood why Zhen Pinger hadn't justified himself halfway along the way, and even unwilling to talk to Master even how he pursued it.

Zhen Pinger is a bamboo rhyme. There is no doubt about this, so what is Zhu Qinger's identity? And Master's wish, Master?

Yan Wushuang didn't dare to continue to think about it. Even now she had an urge to immediately return to the Taoist sect and tell the truth to Master, but her urge did not turn into a fact after all.

"Well, let's rest early. We will go up the mountain tomorrow morning. As for your fate, it has nothing to do with me." After Mu Yi said, he left straight away, leaving only Zhen Pinger standing in the yard by himself. At last, she no longer covered herself, and a look of confusion appeared on her face.

"Does it really have nothing to do with you?" Zhen Pinger muttered to himself.

In a blink of an eye.

In the early morning of the next day, Mu Yi took a group of people up the mountain. He already knew the route from the village population, so don't worry about getting lost. This time, even Wu Xiaosi was pulled up by Zongjiayi. During this time, Wu Xiaosi has completely worshipped Zongjiayi as a teacher, but Zongjiayi is very strict with Wu Xiaosi, and seems to regard Mu Yi as the comparison target. So as long as Wu Xiaosi dares to be lazy, it must be a crutch.

The road up the mountain is a bit rugged, but the scenery is very good, even if it is already autumn, it is still green, especially in the morning, the mountain top is surrounded by clouds and mist, and the mist is wavy in the mountains. It was mid-mountain, and it started to drizzle, which made people feel uncontrollable.

After going up again, they finally saw a bluestone stairs winding up, and everyone walked on the stone steps towards the top of the mountain.

After a long while, a majestic Taoist temple finally appeared in the sight of everyone. Above the gate, a horizontal plaque was hung, and the three large letters of Qingyueguan were written, such as Razer, vigorous and powerful, with an indescribable expression. Elegant and chic.

"View of Qingyue." Mu Yi looked up, looked at the words on the horizontal plaque, and said softly in his mouth.

"Squeak!"

As soon as Mu Yi's voice fell, two tall doors slowly opened, and then a middle-aged Taoist priest came out of it. After seeing Mu Yi, the middle-aged Taoist gave a gentle gift, "Welcome to the guests!"

"You can't talk about it, just hope that you won't be treated as a villain." Mu Yi said with a slight smile.

"The guest was laughing and joking, Master and his old man had been waiting for a long time, but before that, Master instructed you to only allow you to go in with her." The middle-aged Taoist said, pointing at the slave.

This result is actually expected by Mu Yi, so after nodding to this other person, she pulled the little girl into it. In fact, at this moment, the little girl seemed to feel something, and she was pulling Mu Yi nervously. Hands, unwilling to let go.

At the entrance, first is the main hall, where the statue of the three deities of the Qing Dynasty is enshrined, and the incense in the incense burner is constantly smoking green smoke.

Mu Yi gave a gift to the statues of the three deities, and then led the little girl inward, across a porch, and behind the Taoist residence, there were several homes, which apparently looked like a few years old.

"come in."

As soon as Mu Yi arrived at the door, a voice came from inside. This voice was vaguely familiar, and it was exactly the old barking flower.

Mu Yi directly pushed in the door. In the courtyard, an old man in a robe was pruning a tea tree with a very serious look. At this moment, the old barking flower had replaced his tattered clothes, but was dressed neatly. Robe.

"Meet seniors."

Mu Yi's respectful gift was not arrogant because of her identity and strength, and at this time, Mu Yi found that she still could not see the depth of the other party.

The little girl seemed to be extremely acquainted with her life, nestled beside Mu Yi, and even allowed Mu Yi to cover herself for more than half of her body, secretly looking at the old man opposite.

"Although I asked you to call me Laohuahua at the beginning, but today I also accepted your predecessor." Laohuahua dropped the scissors in his hand and turned to look at Mu Yi. More accurately, his eyes are on the mind The slave's body.

"This is a slave, right? In a blink of an eye, the little girl has grown up." The old girl called a slight smile, and said in a stunned way, as if time really seemed to be a blink in his eyes.

Because Mu Yi told him the name of the little girl last time, obviously he hasn't forgotten.

"Senior, I don't know if I know the truth of the past?" Mu Yi asked, looking at Laohua.

"Five life wheels, with the help of magic weapons, also barely reached the level of consummation. This kind of strength is said to be a sword. Although it is a bit reluctant, it is rare at your age. At first, I thought you could reach this step at least. In five years, I did n’t expect that you could do it in just one year, but it was also when my old Jiaohua also had eyes. ”The old Jiaohua shook her head and said, but the opposite Mu Yi was secretly horrified, just to see him at a glance However, five life wheels were turned on, but even Tang Shang didn't notice it.

"The predecessor joked. If it is my own strength and I want to reach the perfect level, maybe five years is not enough. Now I am just a coincidence." Mu Yi said modestly.

"Being clever is also a manifestation of strength, and with your strong foundation, even if you don't use magic weapons, I'm afraid I can barely touch the threshold of perfection, not bad, not bad." Lao Jiaohua said slowly, his face There was even a look of satisfaction.

"Thank you for your compliments." Mu Yi also accepted it frankly.

"This is what you deserve, and I said it at the beginning. When you find me again, I will send you a great fortune. Although you came a little earlier, you should be able to accept the good fortune. Come on. "Laohuahua looked at Mu Yi and said.

"Senior, I came here mainly for the truth of the year. As for the good fortune, I believe that I wouldn't be worse than anyone else without good fortune." Mu Yi shook his head. If it was only for the so-called good fortune, he would simply You don't have to come all the way, everything is still for slavery.

Lao Jiaohua glanced at Mu Yi and saw that Mu Yi was firm and immortal. Finally, he shook his head gently. "Be assured, since I promised you, I will tell you the truth."

Suddenly, Mu Yi felt that his hand was being held firmly. He turned to look at the slave and found that the little girl was nervous. Finally, she reached out and touched the little girl's head. "Don't worry, brother is here, and brother Promise you, I will always be with you. "

It seemed that Mu Yi's words worked, and the little girl's nervous expression slowly eased, but she still clutched Mu Yi's hand tightly.

"Actually, Nian is the only apprentice." Old Jiaohua said, even Mu Yi was frightened. Although he had known that the two had a close relationship, he did not expect that Nian ’s father would be old. Flower apprentice.

"Senior, what happened that year? I believe that with the strength of your elderly, you won't be able to protect your apprentice?" Mu Yi asked looking at Lao Jiao Hua. In fact, he said that he was questioning, his words were also A little disrespectful, but the old Jiaohua didn't care about his attitude.

"With my strength, even if he offends the third most difficult Xeon, I can barely protect him, but you have to know that this world is much bigger than you know. It ’s much deeper in your imagination. ”There was a trace of pain and a struggle in Lao Jiaohua's face. Obviously, there was still a lot of last resort to die, and even Lao Huahua was incompetent.

According to him, even the third most difficult Xeon has some control, so even if his strength does not reach the third most difficult, I am afraid that it is infinitely close. It is by no means what he now calls the perfect level. Yes, he felt that the other side was empty, without even any breath, and the other side seemed to be faintly integrated with the surrounding world. Looking at the other side, Mu Yi's mind suddenly flashed four words, and the way was natural.

However, the more old Huahua said, the more Mu Yi wanted to know the truth. As for the depth of the rivers and lakes, he had known it for a long time, and the size of the world was likewise speculative, and even more aware of the end of the Fa.

It seemed to know what Mu Yi was thinking, and Lao Jiaohua said again: "Since you have entered the Yellow River Ancient Road and visited the ancient battlefield, you should also know that the Malacca was a disaster?"

Mu Yi was startled by the words of the old screaming flower, and then looked at the other person's expression, his face was clear, it seems to have known for a long time, so Mu Yi just nodded, "Know some, I don't know what the predecessors have about the Malacca view?"

Mu Yi couldn't help asking, after all, the Dalai Lama was like a sharp blade hanging above his head. He didn't pay attention, maybe he would fall someday, and he would inevitably end up with a dead end.

"The end-of-French robberies are only an inevitable result. Even though those people tried everything to delay the time of the end of the last-day robberies, they did not know that the more such tribulations were delayed, the more fierce the next time they erupted." He shook his head and said.

"Maybe they knew this at the beginning, but at that time, maybe there is still a chance for life. If you don't do anything, I'm afraid there is no vitality." Mu Yi couldn't help but said that practice is beyond self, It is even more important to fight against the sky. The important thing is to fight for a word. If you do n’t fight, there is nothing. If you fight, you naturally have hope for success.

Hearing Mu Yi's words, he always called Huayu looking at him for a long time without words. The look seemed to be remembering something, and Mu Yi didn't urge, just waiting quietly.

Finally, the old man called Hua sighed, "Do you know? When I told him those words, he reacted exactly like you, and was not convinced."

"Really?" Mu Yi couldn't help but be more curious about his father who was nourishing his slaves. He remembered that when the old man called Huahua to appraise the only one, he used a stranger to describe it. The so-called stranger naturally has strange things.

"Then what happened to him later is related to this matter?" Mu Yi couldn't help but asked again.

"Yes, if I did n’t tell you that, maybe he wouldn't die." There was a painful expression on Lao Yaohua's face. At this time, Mu Yi suddenly understood why he liked to pretend to be crazy and be a fool. , And the more he did, the more he explained his pain, hoping to use it to paralyze himself.

"Senior, I believe that he did not regret it even when he died." Mu Yi hesitated a moment, but he reassured him, because he felt that if he changed to himself, he would never regret even if he died, maybe there is some regret in his heart, But don't regret it.

And when Mu Yi thought of it, she couldn't help but glance at the little girl around her, but she wondered if the events at that time were also related to her?

"Yes, he does not regret his character, but I regret it." Laohuahua said.

At this time, Mu Yi did not know how to comfort each other, and the old Jiaohua needed absolutely no comfort. Now, he only needs to be a listener and understand the truth of that year, especially the slaves When you grow up, you have the right to know more.

At that time, even if the mother of the slave slaves died, she could not wait for the father of the slave slaves to return. Perhaps this was also one of her obsessions that year.

"Please also ask the seniors to tell the truth of the year, and the slave also needs to know how her father died." Mu Yi obviously felt that the little girl around him was shaking, but these are all things she must go through.