As soon as Qianji's words fell to the ground, Cen Qianshan couldn't help but stand up.

His powerful spiritual power rippled along the ground of the courtyard, causing the snow to dance wildly.

Although Xiaoya didn't understand what happened, she instinctively felt a sense of fear and subconsciously took two steps back.

Looking from it, the expression on the owner's face seems aggrieved and angry, making it difficult to distinguish.

It has been in this world for only ten years, and has only some vague concepts about human beings. But it has a vague and keen feeling that its master, whose mood has rarely fluctuated, is angry this time.

The green bricks on the ground in the center of the courtyard retreated to both sides, and a complex magic circle outlined by mithril slowly rose from the ground. Cen Qianshan sacrificed the formation with blood, and the red blood flowed into the silver-white magic circle, stirring up the unique magic of mithril.

The cool and refreshing color cast a layer of dark blue light over the entire courtyard.

The body of Dongyue's dharma chime was controlled by spiritual power and hung in the center of the formation. Cen Qianshan's pale fingers held the purple gold chime and struck it on the chime bowl painted with clouds, dragons and rain patterns.

There was a soft tinkling sound, and sound waves like a tidal wave spread out in the courtyard glowing with a faint blue light.

The cold voice drowned out of people's hearts and flowed far into the depths of the netherworld.

After a sound,

Cen Qianshan's arm holding the chime froze in the air, and red blood continued to drip along his pale arm into the magic circle in the snow. But his arm remained frozen in the air, and in the end he did not ring the first bell.

Second time.

Finally, he laughed, threw the priceless purple-gold artifact into the snow, turned around and walked back into the dim room.

"Master, knocking is useless." Qian Ji ran forward a few steps and shouted.

Last time, this divine chime kept ringing for an unknown amount of time, causing its owner to bleed so much blood that Master Mu’s soul finally came belatedly.

What's the use of just knocking once like today? The spiritual stones and blood used to open the magic circle were wasted.

"In the past, I was under Master's knees and relied on Master to protect me in everything." The master turned his back to them and sat down on his small wooden bed. "To this day, if Master is still allowed to take risks and accommodate me,

, haven’t I grown up all these years in vain?”

He slowly curled up and lay down on the small bed that didn't fit well, and said to himself, "It's okay, it's okay. I will definitely find a way to go to the fairy world, but I just have to wait a little longer."

Qianji wanted to step forward, but was gently blocked by a force of spiritual power. This was because the master wanted to be quiet and didn't want it to get close.

"That's okay, let Master Mu Xue play by himself for a few years." Qianji's cute head flipped over, revealing a ferocious face. It used its thin arms to make a gesture of wiping its neck,

"Just wait until we pass and then calmly deal with the warblers around her."

But the owner still lay with his back to it, motionless and without saying a word. The dark corner was silent, as if the human being dissolved in the darkness had fallen into a deep sleep.

On Xiaoyao Peak, Mu Xue was sitting in the colorful courtyard, performing the Fetal Breathing Technique that she had practiced for many years.

In the Yellow Courtyard, dragons and tigers are at peace with each other, but they have a Qi orifice. The Yuan Shen is guarding it. The orifice in the orifice is like a dragon and a snake dormant, like a pearl and a clam holding light. You don't need to think about it deliberately, but it exists quietly in it.

Huang Ting. At this time, the external breath is gradually weakening, and the fetal breath is born in the air pockets. The fetal breath gradually becomes long and fine, endless, and the spiritual energy is brought in here to combine, and the yin and yang spiritual energy of the heaven and earth is felt externally.

The stars are moving above the sky, and the stars are guarding them.

At this moment, a long chime sound suddenly came from somewhere where He Mingmiao was.

The voice was cold and desolate, carrying a sense of longing from another world, spreading across the world and drowning Mu Xue's sitting body.

But the sound went away as quickly as it came, receding as quickly as the tide. There was only one sound and there was no more continuation.

In the Yellow Courtyard, the stars stagnated, the water ripples left no trace, and everything was quiet. It seemed as if the soft sound just now was just an unprovoked auditory hallucination.

Mu Xue opened her eyes and looked up into the distance. At the same time, the water tiger in the lake in her heart raised its wet head from the lake and looked in the same direction as her.

Qianji and Xiaoya sat side by side on the edge of the wooden corridor, looking at the snowy courtyard. Their four thin little feet stretched out from the wooden floor and swayed back and forth.

As puppets, they are neither afraid of cold nor want to sleep. They can spend a lot of time thinking and squandering.

Qianji read to Xiaoya what he had summarized about the various explanations for human behavior, "They say they are no longer children, which actually shows that they are still immature at heart and want to be treated like children."

Xiaoya didn't respond to his words and only made some unexplained noises.

But this does not prevent Qianji from continuing to speak,

"The master said that he is no longer the child he was back then, which just means that he is still eager to act coquettishly with the Mu family like he did back then. So at this time we should..."

It didn't finish what it said, because Xiaoya suddenly stretched out her arm and shook it constantly.

Qianji looked up following Xiaoya's line of sight, and his square chin suddenly clicked downwards.

On the snow, the soul-gathering array was still glowing with faint fluorescent light, and in the center of the array stood a person, perhaps the soul of mankind. She was lowering her head, looking at the red bloodstains on the array. Qianji

You can almost hear her sigh.

That person was not like the last time he came, just a chaotic and formless body of light.

At this moment, her soul was stable, and the warm translucent light body had obvious human characteristics, and the outline of a young woman could be clearly seen.

The warm yellow soul looked at the magic circle on the ground for a moment, then moved her body to the two little puppets. She bent down and reached out to touch their heads.

A warm touch came through the iron sheet on the head. It was so real. This human soul has practiced to the extent that it can control objects with its spiritual consciousness.

A strong sense of familiarity arose in Qianji's heart, as if a long time ago, this hand had touched its head like this countless times. It was obvious that he had been torn into pieces at that time, and after reorganization, he no longer had the memory of the past. Why?

Will this feeling still remain?

After the man touched them, he straightened up and walked toward the house.

Qian Ji was confused and wanted to follow up, but Xiaoya pulled him from behind. He turned his head and saw Xiaoya blinking at him from behind, and then shook his head.

When it turned back, it saw that the spirit of the Mu family had entered the house. The warm yellow light illuminated the dim room and shone on the owner's body with long hair.

The man stood beside the master, looked down at the sleeping master for a long time, and sat down next to the edge of the bed.

…

Cen Qianshan slept soundly. It seemed that he had not had such a peaceful and comfortable sleep for a long, long time.

In his sleep, the Master sat beside his bed as before, gently touched his face, and slowly patted his back.

The real touch penetrated into his heart bit by bit, blurring the years and forgetting the fleeting years. He felt that his whole body was immersed in a warm spring water. He felt so relaxed, comfortable, and comfortable as never before.

Half asleep and half awake, he opened his eyes slightly and saw the master sitting at the table, making her works. The snow light shone in through the window, giving the master a soft shimmer all over his body.

.

It turns out that everything that was terrible was just a dream.

He seemed to have had a long and terrible dream. He didn't want to recall the world in the dream. There were too many heart palpitations and too much loneliness.

Fortunately, it's all just a dream.

Isn’t Master still here? She has always been by my side. We have a long time and can get along like this forever.

Cen Qianshan breathed a sigh of relief and fell into sleep peacefully.

When it was daylight, Cen Qianshan suddenly woke up from his deep sleep and rolled over from the bed.

His eyes were dazed, and he didn't know what night it was. He glanced confusedly from the empty chair in front of the table, looked around again, and landed on a pair of small puppets not far away.

The little puppets nodded at him, and the stiff mechanical sound rang out, proving their suspicions.

"She's been here, she's been here."

"Well, it's her, Master Mu."

Cen Qianshan stood up and slowly walked to the table that had been silent for a hundred years.

Today is a rare sunny day, and the bright sunlight shines through the window on the table. On the table, in the sunlight, the unfinished magical artifact that has been placed for a long time has been touched by someone.

Using techniques that Cen Qianshan is very familiar with, he finished the semi-finished product, which was almost finished, and made it transcend time and finally become a complete gift. It was placed quietly in the sunshine.

It was a necklace with a storage function. Fine dark patterns were faintly visible on the black rope. The pendant was a piece of ruby. The red jade was like a drop of blood and tears, carved into a red dragon entrenched in the clouds. In the sunlight, it was transparent.

Create dreamlike light and shadow.

Cen Qianshan stretched out his hand and slowly picked up the necklace. He held it up in the sun and looked at it again and again before confirming its authenticity. His arms were trembling and he tried countless times before he finally succeeded in putting the simple pendant on his wrist.

On the neck.

The cold ruby ​​clings to the skin on the chest, sending a chill through the heart.

The pain and suffering that had been stuck in my chest for a hundred years were soothed by this little bit of coldness.

Qianji and Xiaoya quietly exited the house and began to clean up the messy courtyard left behind by last night's commotion.

Qianji picked up the white towel that the master had used and threw it into the bamboo basket held in Xiaoya's hand. "No wonder the master washes himself clean every day. It turns out that he is specially waiting for Mu's family to pamper him |

Such a happy day."

"Favorite|lucky?" Xiaoya turned her head: "Is this the right word to use? Are you sure you didn't use it wrong?"

On Xiaoyao Peak, a group of white clouds flew out from the middle of the mountain, carrying the high-spirited girl whistling past.

Ye Hangzhou, who was riding Feiye, caught up from behind, "Junior sister looks refreshed and very excited about today's final."

Mu Xue, who was sitting on the clouds reflecting the sky, answered loudly against the morning fog in the mountains, "Yes, senior brother, I want to participate in the competition as soon as possible and win as early as possible."

Ye Xingzhou smiled in the wind and said: "Are you so anxious to get the magic weapon awarded by the competition? Indeed, the prizes in every competition are good things."

"Yes, I want a reward, a reward from the competition. I've been waiting for it for a long time, and it's really nice to think about it."
Chapter completed!