The sea was still the same as when I was seventeen. Mu Ziyun held the ashes and whispered: "Huzi, this is the place where we bid farewell to my eldest sister. Look, we are back." The wind blew in the day, and the light and shadow rushed west. After seven days, Mu Ziyun and others Finally came to the real world
"Huzhou", but no one in Muziyun asked the bell to call it out
"Homecoming" because this is not his hometown. When he was only half a mile away from the coast, Mu Ziyun stopped. He looked deeply at the scene that had played out countless times in his mind, and kept asking in his heart,
"Is it time? Is it here?" It seems as if he has lost his direction after entering this scene. If his roots are rooted in the wrong place, can he still go back?
Mu Ziyun said: "Forget it, I won't go in. This is Huzhou without me, not my Huzhou. Let's go." Others did not say a word of advice, and they understood Mu Ziyun's mood.
Mu Ziyun turned around and left with his back to Huzhou again, but Fang Tianmu put his hand on Mu Ziyun's shoulder and said, "Go and have a look, those faces are not fake." Mu Ziyun was silent for a long time and said: "Okay, let's take a look." He finally plucked up the courage to set foot on this land. In an instant, everyone felt a rotten malice, and then there was a thick smell of corpses that permeated the continent.
Ling Ding covered her nose, but she was still dizzy from the smell. She said, "Did something happen in Huzhou?"
"What...could...happen?" Mu Ziyun hesitated,
"What would have happened without me... It's broken, the demon organization... It's broken, Tiannunu!" Everyone immediately flew into the depths of the continent, and the familiar and unfamiliar scenery everywhere grabbed Muzi. In the heart of Yun, he first flew to the direction of Qingshan Mountain. Now, in a dozen breaths, he had completed the journey that took several days when he was fifteen years old.
The green mountain peaks that came into view and were engraved in Mu Ziyun's mind were dilapidated and desolate. A large number of buildings had collapsed, and they were covered with grass, as if they had been deserted for several years.
He thought he would be at a loss when meeting some of his closest relatives who didn't know him, but he didn't expect that he didn't see anyone.
Someone, someone's aura in this dilapidated scene, Mu Ziyun came to that person's side in an instant. He was a boy of thirteen or fourteen, skinny as a stick, but his body was capable of martial arts, and he had the Yumen aura that Mu Ziyun was most familiar with.
When the young man saw someone falling from the sky, he knew it was a form transporter. He was so shocked that he fell to the ground, but immediately rolled up and stared at everyone with a stoic look on his face. He looked at death as if he were dead, which moved everyone.
Mu Ziyun said: "You...are you Zhou Xianwei?" Mu Ziyun recognized this boy. When that group of children first came to Qingshan Mountain, Mu Ziyun, Du Hu and Li Mu repeated their old tricks and performed a play The fake fists and kicks defrauded the newcomers of a large sum of money. Mu Ziyun, who was fifteen years old at the time, saw the poor nine-year-old Zhou Xianwei and felt sympathy, so he returned the five taels of silver to her and recognized him. As the younger brother, Zhou Xianwei's talent was not as good as Mu Ziyun's, but he was the highest among that group of newcomers, and he was also the core training target of Qingfeng Mountain.
"I am" the young man replied,
"who are you."
"I am...Qingshan Peak...the younger brother of Master Li Ziwen and Elder Yang Qing...Friend, by the way, is there Mu Ziyun on Qingshan Peak?"
"Are you a friend of the old master?" Zhou Xianwei looked at the man in his early twenties, frowned and said, "Liar, we don't have a character like Mu Ziyun in Qingshan Peak."
"Ha" Mu Ziyun smiled bitterly, but then asked urgently: "What happened to Qingshan Peak? I have been away for four or five years. Did the sect move to another place?"
"Haha" Zhou Xianwei's eyes were full of hatred,
"You also said that you are a friend of the old master. You don't know what happened at Qingshan Peak four or five years ago. Qingfeng Peak died four years ago, and the old master was killed long ago."
"What did you say!" Among the ruins, Mu Ziyun's violent and terrifying energy blasted away the stone surface.
"Who killed him!" His body burned with flames, burning everything around him. Zhou Xianwei was shocked. He couldn't imagine how powerful this man was. After all, the realm of Longren was already the king here.
A black knife was pressed against Mu Ziyun's back, which calmed down Mu Ziyun's violent energy. Fang Tianmu said coldly: "I'm not your master."
"Fart!" Mu Ziyun pushed away the black knife, his eyes were ferocious, and he said every word with hatred: "He is my master, always! Even if there is no me in this world, he is!" Turning back, Mu Ziyun He grabbed Zhou Xianwei and shouted: "Tell me what happened, what happened all these years!" It took Zhou Xianwei a long time to calm down, but Bell pushed Mu Ziyun away, and after some comfort, the two of them, one large and one small, slowly clam down.
Zhou Xianwei eloquently recounted the major events that have occurred over the years. In fact, Mu Ziyun could think of the reason himself. His presence had changed something. If he was gone, what should have happened would have happened.
The traitor Hao Han was not noticed. During the Lianzhuang battle, Hao Han teamed up with Mo Chaozhen and the head of Changke Sect to successfully attack Li Ziwen. All the disciples of Qingshan Mountain were killed, but Linlu Peak in this world did not attack Li Ziwen. Qingfeng Mountain provided assistance, but Li Ziwen, who was severely injured, failed to escape. He was killed by the three men together and his head was chopped off. This was also the beginning of the demise of Qingfeng Mountain. It only took a month for Qingfeng Mountain to truly annihilate the sect. time.
The elders of the three sects were all dead, and the noble disciples who could escape had long since fled. The remaining soldiers were all killed. The poor disciples surrendered if they were willing to surrender, and died if they didn't. People like Zhou Xianwei were The bosses tried their best to hide it, so they escaped.
But Changke Zong did not let them go, and hunted them for three years. In the end, only Zhou Xianwei was left on Qingshan Peak. The young man was filled with hatred, but he could only live in the messy wreckage and linger.
Mu Ziyun was almost discouraged. He didn't expect that after entering Huzhou, he still didn't see anyone.
He immediately grabbed Zhou Xianwei and flew towards his home. Everyone arrived at the small mountain village. Fortunately, it was not affected by the war and he landed directly in his own courtyard.
Like a green mountain peak, this place became dilapidated. Ashes continued to fall from the roof that was about to collapse. Mu Ziyun looked into the house and saw only two white bones on the kang. They had been dead for many years. .
Mu Ziyun walked out with a stupid smile, grabbed a woman, and asked: "Aunt Wang, what happened to my parents?"
"How do you know my surname is Wang, young man? Who are your parents?"
"Mr. and Mrs. Muzhuan, what happened to them?"
"Hi! He died of the plague. He has been dead for many years. No one dares to worry about being infected. No one dares to walk around the house. You say they are your parents? Are you kidding? They have no children. , I have always wanted to come, but I just can't get it." Mu Ziyun's head seemed to explode, and he asked Xiang Zhou Xianwei: "Why, why is this happening." Zhou Xianwei said: "That year, after Qingshan Mountain died, A chaotic battle began, but in the end, only Chimiao Peak was dead. The women were killed and robbed by.... Several major sacred tools were divided up by various sects, and Linlu Peak became the largest. The winner, although they did not expand their territory, took advantage of the chaos to capture almost all the resources. The Qingshan Peak area was divided equally between Changke Sect and Shashan. Shashan changed its name to 'Holy Peak', and Luoye Sect and Bu Pumen equally divided Chimiao Peak. , women and resources were equally divided between the two sects. Bailian Weapon Road made a lot of money, not participating in any battles, but providing weapons to all forces. Similarly, Tianhe Sect did not participate in battles, but provided medicine to all forces, and also made a fortune. Plenty of water. Only Chenmen has nothing to do with this war."
