She burst into tears and pointed at Mo Huai, "The sisters from the Fang family are dissatisfied with my marriage to him. They use words to criticize and ridicule them lightly. Do you know what they did?"
Her eyelashes were trembling, and her voice was filled with grief and anger: "They pushed me into ponds and cesspits, and locked me in a cage for monsters..."
"Because they are cultivators, they can do whatever they want. A dust removal spell can easily erase all the evidence. I don't even have a chance to complain to my elders."
"And he, my fiancé, what did he do? He just scolded Fang Yiyi a few times, bought some gadgets and apologized indifferently, but occasionally when he got into trouble with the elders, he just said a few words between little girls Just a quarrel and let the matter get out of the way."
"I'm just not willing to accept it. We are all children of the three major families, and my father is still a mighty Nascent Soul. Why should I be humiliated by them, just because I am just a mortal?"
As Mo Qishan's daughter, but a mortal, Yunli thought that her childhood was not so happy, but she did not expect that those people dared to commit crimes. If Mo Qishan really wanted to care, it didn't matter whether there was evidence or not.
She lowered her eyes and said softly: "The grievances and grudges between you and the Fang family children should not affect others, let alone practice the Blood Ming Kung Fu to rob others of their talents and lifespan. It is against the will of heaven."
"You have also practiced the Blood Ming Kung Fu!" The young man was shocked, and immediately said with a fierce look, "You really deserve to die!"
"How do you know the content of the Blood Ming Kung Fu?" Moyou was stunned, looking at Yunli with eyes full of caution and doubt.
Oops, I spilled the beans. Yunli touched the tip of her nose in annoyance, "Anyway, poor people must be hateful. You are not a kind person, don't pretend to be innocent."
The Blood Ming Kung Fu cannot be mastered in one go. It is unknown how many people she used as test subjects in the process.
Hearing that Mo You was still practicing the Blood Ming Kung Fu, the young man became furious and hit her leg with a stick. Blood spurted out and her flesh and blood were blurred. Mo You let out a terrifying scream.
A drop of blood splashed on Yunli's cheek. The corner of her mouth twitched, she raised her hand to wipe away the blood, and said speechlessly: "You just killed him, there is no need to humiliate him."
"You're so kindhearted, people won't be grateful to you." The young man rolled his eyes, "If you stab him to death, your Zhu Ge will be gone."
"Only if she is in extreme pain and is in a trance, your friend's soul can become the guest. Otherwise, the sea of consciousness will be erratic. How can I lure him out?"
When he said this, a rare coldness appeared on the corner of his lips, and he said coldly: "This is what happens when you offend our Shaohao clan!"
For him, Yunli had learned to automatically filter out the chuunibyou's words. She passed her index finger across her lips and said honestly: "Please, I'll shut up."
The young man raised his hand, and a vermilion flame as thick as a hair penetrated into the center of Mo You's eyebrows. Her face was instantly distorted, and she screamed louder and louder, and a red thread swam in her body.
After a series of sizzling sounds, the smell of burnt meat filled the tip of her nose. Yunli trembled unconsciously. This familiar scene instantly brought her back to the burning pain when she advanced.
"Hahaha..." The pain was excruciating, and Mo You suddenly smiled miserably, "The ways of heaven are unfair, the ways of heaven are unfair, why are some people born with excellent single spiritual roots, while others don't even have spiritual roots? No! I don’t accept it, I don’t have to worry about it!”
Because one leg was smashed into the sand, she couldn't even roll over. She could only curl up and twist slightly on the ground.
For a long time, she whispered almost in sleep, "I'm not having a good time, and you can't have a good time either."
After rolling a few more times, she stood on the ground tremblingly and raised her eyes to look at Mo Huai, full of malice, "Fang...Brother Fang Mo, you like her...right?"
"There is no need to deny it. We are childhood sweethearts and have missed each other for so many years. I know exactly what you are thinking."
She chuckled, and her face covered with horrible blood vessels was covered with sand. It wasn't that ugly, but her tone was like an evil ghost crawling out of hell, "Who do you think your sweetheart likes?"
Mo Huai was cold and said nothing.
She laughed so hard that she couldn't breathe. After coughing for a while, she stared into Mo Huai's eyes and said word by word: "She likes your father-killing enemy, hahaha..."
Mo Huai was shocked, rushed over, restrained her, and shouted: "What do you mean? Who is the person who killed my father?"
"Ahem, cough, cough, I like you so much, but you are dismissive and abandon me like a worn-out shoe. This is really retribution, hahaha... cough, cough, cough..."
"about there."
Yunli was thinking about who Mo Huai's father might be. The boy's voice interrupted her thoughts, and she subconsciously knocked Mo Huai unconscious with a palm.
Facing the surprised look from the young man, she explained: "He is too noisy, which affects your spellcasting."
The young man gave her a big white eye, took Moyou's finger, dipped it in blood, raised his hand to draw a mysterious rune on her forehead, then took out a piccolo and started playing it.
Yunli:......
Wei Lin curled his lips, a little smile flashed in his eyes, which made Yunli become more and more sarcastic. She touched the tip of her nose and said in a serious voice: "This is a young man who doesn't follow the ordinary path."
The sound of the flute is faint and echoes repeatedly in the empty cave, like crying and complaining. It seems to have boundless magic power, making people indulge in it unconsciously and move forward slowly following the sound of the flute.
Yunli frowned, always feeling that this piece of music was inexplicably familiar, as if she had heard it countless times before. She tried to recall it, but her brain ached when she thought about it, and she couldn't remember where she had heard it.
As the flute played, Mo You gradually stopped struggling, and his eyes gradually blurred. Suddenly the flute played, the tone was passionate and tragic, Yunli felt blessed in his soul, raised his hand and stabbed Mo You's heart with a knife.
Moyou's eyes became clear again, his pupils dilated, and he looked at the face so close in disbelief. After a short moment, his consciousness sank into darkness again.
The young man raised his eyebrows, looked at her suspiciously, then lowered his eyes and continued to play.
The sound of the flute became louder and louder, something was soaked into the blood runes, and the runes became red and bright little by little, as if they were flowing.
Suddenly, a bit of white emerged from the scarlet academic talisman. Like a butterfly breaking out of a cocoon, it slowly tore open the blood talisman and got out, condensing a transparent shadow in the air.
"Zhu Ge!" Yunli was pleasantly surprised and urged quickly, "Quick, quick, quick, Soul-Sealing Pearl!"
The transparent shadow slowly opened its eyes, glanced at her, and pulled out a smile that was so faint that it was almost nothing. Swirling, the shadow became more and more transparent, and suddenly dissipated.
Wei Lin threw the soul-sealing bead, the boy's flute played again, and the dissipated shadow gathered again, and was instantly sucked into the bead.
Yunli stared at the beads carefully. There was now a thick white mass in the originally clear beads. She turned to look at the stopped boy and asked expectantly: "Is it done?"
"If I take action, there will be no mistakes."
The young man was still awesome, but his face was pale and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Obviously, this matter was not particularly easy for him.
As soon as he helped, Yunli stopped exposing his lies and spat out a series of good words as if they were free of charge, only praising the young man as if he was in the clouds and feeling dizzy.
After thinking about it, she happily found two purses from Mo You, found the Buddha's relics and stuffed them into Wei Lin. She smiled and presented the two purses with both hands, and said generously: "You have the greatest credit, these all belong to you!"
The young man began to roll his eyes again and waved his hands like he was shooing away flies, "A pile of rags, what's the point of it? It's taking up space!"
"Fellow Taoist has a rich and admirable fortune!" Yunli said as she quickly put away her purse without any intention of declining.
Moyou is a man who cherishes his life. He has weak combat power, so he spends all his time on defense.
Those accessories are not only exquisite, but also excellent defensive weapons, so nice for Ayan.
Seeing this, the young man became even more disdainful, "Wealthy man, such a bit of rags is worth making a fuss about, a country bumpkin who has never seen the world."
Yunli bit her lip, her expression distorted, I can't bear it!
"Ahem," Wei Lin cleared his throat and asked, "It looks like his soul is very weak, is it okay?"
Toward Wei Lin, the young man's attitude was obviously much more patient. "After all, he has been imprisoned in the sea of other people's consciousness for so long and suffered so much. It's pretty good that he can still maintain his sense of self."
"Will it affect his reincarnation?" When it came to business, Yunli put aside her displeasure and quickly asked.
"Nonsense, of course it has an impact. If you think about it with your toes, you should know that if your soul is so weak, you will definitely not live long in reincarnation."
Yunli had a question mark on her face. When did she provoke him? The attitude difference is huge!
After a pause, he added: "But it would be good to be reincarnated a few more times. If the opportunity is strong, I might be able to step onto the path of immortality again."
This was beyond the scope of their abilities, and Yunli didn't think about it anymore. She turned to stare at the dried runes on Moyou's forehead. After recalling the order in which the young man had drawn them, she stretched out her fingers and drew them in the air several times.
The first time, the strokes were a little clogged, but the second time it was very smooth, and by the third time, it was done in one go.
"Have you seen Zhenhun before?" The young man was surprised.
"Soul Soul?"
Yunli repeated it again, and recalled the process of the young man's spell casting several times in his mind, and suddenly realized: "I understand, the soul-soothing rune drawn with her blood is to calm her own soul, so you The music played should have the effect of attracting souls, right?"
The young man was even more surprised. He recalled that she had accurately inserted the knife during the performance of the soul-inducing song, and couldn't help but said: "It seems that you have some talent in runes."
"I'm not just a little talented, I'm very talented, okay!"
While talking, Mo Huai woke up faintly and saw Mo You lying in a pool of blood. He rushed over and found that Mo You was dead, his eyes suddenly turned red, "Who killed him?"
"Ah," Yunli scratched his head, "It's me, I'm sorry, the time is urgent, I didn't have time to wake you up."
She was secretly annoyed that she was quick. If she had asked clearly first and let Mo Huai do it himself, she could have relieved the hatred in his heart.
Mo Huai sat slumped on the ground, with confusion and confusion in his eyes.
Yun Li touched the tip of her nose guiltily. No one in Canglan Continent knew how deep Mo Huai's obsession was for Mo You. Over the years, people in Canglan Continent had been thinking about the enemy they had killed with their own hands for so long. In the end, they were disturbed by his own sword. .
She felt very guilty, and after organizing her words for a while, she said: "Well, no matter what, you took revenge, didn't you? She died so miserably, and you were also there. Rounding it off, it means it was your own hands..."
Before he finished speaking, the depressed Mo Huai suddenly rose up and rushed towards Wei Lin.
Yunli was stunned, looking at Mo Huai who was sent flying by a sword. She sighed and said seriously: "I know you feel uncomfortable now, and you can't just find someone from Canye Pavilion to take action. Senior brother and I have already Rebellion from Canye Pavilion, you..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted again by Mo Huai, "The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable!"
Revenge for killing your father? The person who killed his father was his senior brother!
Yunli was suspicious. Didn't Moyou say that the person who killed his father was his sweetheart's sweetheart?
Um?
She felt her mind was a little confused, rubbed her temples and wrung her fingers.
Mo Huai's sweetheart likes his father-killing enemy. Now Mo Huai believes that his senior brother is his father-killing enemy. At the same time, he is related to Mo Huai and his senior brother. Several figures quickly flashed in his mind.
Her eyes widened in disbelief and she lost her voice: "Is it me?!"
Mo Huai likes him?
Impossible, impossible. With his eccentric and moody personality, how could he be liked?
But the people who have a relationship with them at the same time, besides himself, are his cousin and Ayan. Moyou has never met his cousin, and he only met Ayan this time in Jiuliyuan.
Excluding the cousin, although Ayan and Mo Huai have not spoken much, their relationship seems to be quite harmonious. However, Ayan is not polite to her senior brother, and she doesn't seem to like him.
Suddenly, Lin Xi once said in his mind that Mo Huai liked her. Was he really a fan of the authorities?
She held her hands and supported her head: Hey, wait a minute, if you think about it, doesn't it mean that I like senior brother? !
Do I like senior brother?
She turned her head suddenly and stared blankly at the young man in white clothes with a stretched posture, still feeling confused in her heart.
He turned his head, approached the boy in red, and lowered his voice: "Hey, let me ask you something, what does it feel like to like someone?"
The young man rolled his eyes, "You ask me who I'm going to ask, and I've never liked anyone, how do I know!"
"Keep your voice down." Yunli glared at him, forget it, he was so stupid, it was useless to ask.
She reached into her storage bag with her spiritual consciousness, pulled out several story books, picked one about love, opened it, and searched for descriptions of this aspect in the story books.
The young man was dumbfounded: "I'll go, you're so excited, they're fighting so passionately, and you're still in the mood to read the story!"
After being stunned for a few seconds, Yunli realized that she should have stopped the fight first.
She opened her mouth, but she didn't know where to start. The revenge of killing her father cannot be let go!
After not struggling for long, Mo Huai fell to the ground, and Mo Li's sword was less than an inch away from his throat.
Mo Huai smiled bitterly. Although Qianjiu had fought against the disciples of the four major sects many times over the years, he had never had a serious fight with them, the future helmsmen of the sect.
On the rare occasions when he encountered them, he immediately ran away when he noticed that the masters at the Golden Core stage were there.
Their estimate of his strength was based on the strength of the disciples of the four major sects who were defeated by him.
I thought that the prediction was reasonable. Even if they were not Qianjiu's opponents, their strength would not be much different.
But he didn't expect that he would be defeated so completely. He slowly closed his eyes, but he didn't wait for death.
When he opened his eyes, the boy in white had sheathed his sword and turned to leave.
Mo Huai clenched the sword in his hand and said sternly: "One day, I will defeat you and avenge my father."
Wei Lin didn't look back, "I'll wait."
Yunli sighed, stepped forward and said, "Although it's useless, I still want to say sorry to you."
After saying that, he turned around and trotted to catch up with Wei Lin, "Let's go."
