The Whitewashing Plan of the Vicious Villain

Naturally, Luo Qingxuan would not refuse. She could even agree to the request of watching Mo Jiu die. If he wanted to go back to the original place and see it, she would definitely be satisfied.

"Okay." Luo Qingxuan said softly, raising her hand to gently stroke Mo Jiu's silver hair. His long hair that hung down to his waist had completely lost its luster, as if it was covered with a thick layer of dust, and it was dull.

It is no longer as bright as it once was.

Luo Qingxuan held Mo Jiu in her arms and walked out of the cave. She soared into the clouds, but not a single breath of wind could hit her. All of them were blocked by the invisible sword intent.

Mo Jiu now can't stand any stimulation.

Luo Qingwan and Long E followed closely behind, remaining silent all the way.

"Master, do you remember where that village is?"

Mo Jiu blinked slowly, his eyes that used to be cold and cold became a little cloudy, and he was thinking hard.

The memory of a hundred years ago is really too long for a mortal.

Luo Qingxuan stopped in the air without any urging.

"I thought about it, it seems to be... there." Mo Jiu pointed to the west.

Luo Qingxuan flew towards the west, and after flying for more than a thousand miles, a medium-sized town appeared in front of her, bustling with traffic, ordinary but prosperous, and a breath of red dust came to her face.

"Master, is this here?"

Mo Jiu's eyes showed a bit of confusion, and she shook her head: "No, not here."

"It's a village. It's very small. If you stand at the head of the village and look towards the end of the village, you can see it directly."

"Master." Luo Qingxuan said softly, "That was before, more than a hundred years ago."

More than a hundred years are enough to witness the birth and fall of a dynasty, to send away four or five generations, and to completely bury an era.

A hundred years of life can change in a blink of an eye.

If it's correct, this should be Master's former village.

Listening to these words, Mo Jiu felt a little dazed. After a long time, he asked, "Look here, is there a cypress tree?"

Luo Qingxuan's perception instantly scanned the small town, her eyes moved slightly: "Yes."

"Yes, it's right here." Mo Jiu smiled slightly, "Take me there."

Luo Qingxuan took Mo Jiu to the sky above the ancient tree. When he lowered his head and looked down, he saw that the branches of the tree were twisting and vigorous, like a black dragon, wrapping around the entire tree. Some branches seemed to have died, and there were also traces on the trunk.

Scars, large and small, have gone through countless vicissitudes of life and are engraved with the ruthless traces of time.

The smile on Mo Jiu's face grew stronger: "I planted this before."

Luo Qingxuan was a little surprised. Ancient trees over a thousand years old can be seen everywhere. Even ascetics can easily be over a hundred years old, so why not trees?

It's just that in a place where mortals gather, it is really rare for a tree to live for such a long time. The most normal thing is that it will be chopped down and burned as firewood when it reaches about the same age.

What's more, this place has gone through a huge change. From a village in the past to a town today, this ancient tree has always stood here, which is nothing short of a miracle.

Mo Jiu seemed to know what she was thinking, and his eyes were slightly curved, revealing a hint of cunning, "Maybe when I was accepted as a disciple by Master, the villagers also saw that scene and thought that I had directly ascended to immortality.

So he regarded the tree I planted as a magical sign, and it has been preserved until now."

Luo Qingxuan was startled, not knowing whether it was because of the truth about the eternal existence of the ancient tree, or because of the youthful expression shown by the master at this moment.

But she couldn't feel happy at all. She always felt that Master was like... returning to the light.

The more Mo Jiu talked, the more excited he became. It was as if the liveliness and naughtiness that should have existed in childhood were all revealed at this moment, and the memory in his mind became clearer, telling what happened when he was a child.

Mo Jiu's voice was very low, but Long E and Luo Qingwan could still hear it clearly, as if he was speaking right next to their ears.

None of the three people interrupted, and kept listening quietly.

Time passed little by little, and the number of people on the streets in the town decreased a lot. They were not returning home late at night, but it was time for lunch.

Finally, Mo Jiu stopped talking, turned to look to the west, and whispered: "I'm a little tired."

Luo Qingxuan's heart trembled suddenly, but she still forced a smile and said, "Then let's rest for a while."

She floated down towards an inn and landed on the tail of an owl.

Mo Jiu glanced at Luo Qingxuan. He just turned his head and she immediately understood what he was thinking. It was really...

He smiled and shook his head. What he was thinking about, love, hate, and hatred... had nothing to do with him.

Mo Jiu turned around and looked at the end of the sky. The sunset was slowly setting. The sky was like a burning furnace, dyeing half of the sky red. The setting sun and the golden crow's afterglow were as beautiful as a picture from a fairy.

The golden light fell on Luo Qingxuan and Mo Jiu in her arms, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

"Luo Qingwan." Mo Jiu suddenly called, breaking the peaceful atmosphere. His eyelids became darker and heavier, but he continued to speak, "I will never forgive..."

The words stopped suddenly, and Mo Jiu closed her eyes at some unknown moment.

This time is a true eternal sleep, from which I will never wake up again.

Luo Qingxuan remained motionless, still holding Mo Jiu. Just now she clearly felt the last trace of life passing through the man's body, and his entire soul seemed to have passed away with it.

It took a long time, until the sky turned dark, that she came back to her senses, and then gently kissed Mo Jiu's eyebrows, her voice was the most gentle in her life: "Master, good night."

"How about we bury Master under the tree?" Luo Qingxuan's voice was hoarse.

But Long E understood her mood at the moment, and her inner state at the moment was not much better.

"Since this tree was planted by him, and this is also the place where he first lived, let's bury him here. It can also be regarded as the fallen leaves returning to their roots."

Luo Qingxuan did not agree, but raised her eyes to look at Luo Qingwan, and Long E followed suit.

If Mo Jiu died, who might be the most stimulated, it would undoubtedly be Luo Qingwan.

However, her expression was extremely calm, and there was even a faint smile on her lips. The two of them were stunned and felt a little scary for no reason.

They heard Mo Jiu's last words before he died. Even if he didn't finish them, they knew what the complete words were. But Luo Qingwan was actually smiling, without any pain on her face.

Sensing the gaze of Luo Qingxuan and Long E, Luo Qingwan looked at them and said softly: "Just bury Master here, I agree."

"Are you okay?" Luo Qingxuan asked, even the sadness and pain in her heart were diluted.

Luo Qingwan is her sister after all. She lost her master, so Luo Qingwan is her only relative in this world.

Luo Qingwan shook her head and smiled slightly: "It's okay."