In the huge courtyard, Qingge concentrated her energy and began to practice.
There are many things going on, and spiritual level cultivation has been delayed for too long.
She has never forgotten the words of the Tongtian Realm seniors in Qinglian Xuanming Pavilion.
With Qingge's current status and class, there is still a long way to go before the original realm.
What Qing Ge said just now made Jiu Ci feel melancholy for a long time. He no longer disturbed Qing Ge's cultivation, nor did he think about removing the spiritual needle. His mind was filled with the ruthless divine bones.
The skeleton that Ji Yue ascended to immortality was given to Ji Yue personally by him.
But he didn't expect it to be the ruthless divine bone.
If he hadn't been so aggressive today, Qingge would never have told him about the Wuqing Divine Bone.
Don't worry about finding someone after nine resignations.
"Xiao Moyou, do you know what the Wuqingmen is?"
"Well, the Wuqingmen above immortality were created by the great power of Kaitian Emperor. All the disciples in the sect have Wuqing bones. To practice Qingwu, you must give up love. Otherwise, you will experience unimaginable pain. Most Wuqing cultivators,
After practicing ruthlessness, no matter how deep the relationship is, it can't withstand the torture of bone pain. If you can't hold on for long, you will pick up a knife and kill the person you love." Mo You said.
"What if you can survive the ruthless bone pain and not kill your loved one?" Jiuci asked.
"Bones will become necrotic. The ruthless bone lies in ruthlessness. If you don't understand the true meaning of ruthlessness, even if you can withstand the pain of Shura, you will not be able to withstand the necrosis of ruthless bones. For a normal person, every inch of the bones in the body will be necrotic.
Death is not far away." Mo You looked at Jiu Ci: "Why are you interested in the Wuqing Sect?"
Jiu Ci pursed his lips and remained silent, wandering around the world as if he had lost his soul, and his eyes also lost their luster.
During the few days at Mingyuan Villa, neither Qingge nor Ji Yue showed any pain. They talked and laughed like normal people, and there was no trace of depression in their eyebrows. Although they were suffering from pain all the time, they could not help each other.
They didn't give up. In order to reach each other, they were willing to cross mountains of swords and seas of fire.
Jiu Ci only saw the bright smiles on their faces, but forgot that they were stepping into an abyss.
Jiu Ci sat on the railing of the corridor of a high-rise building, looking at a mountain range in the distance.
The high mountain standing among the clouds and mist is the place that countless practitioners are fascinated by.
Zhonglin Mountain.
A paradise for young people, the destination of their hearts.
Jiu Ci was dejected and his eyes were empty.
Mo You stepped up and was about to leave when Jiu Ci suddenly said: "Xiao You..."
The girl paused and looked at Jiu Ci with indifferent eyes.
"Stay with me."
"..."
The long corridor stands high in the sky, the cold and wet wind, the gloomy sky, and the depression in my heart all resemble this terrible and gloomy life.
After pondering for a moment, Moyou moved his legs and left the corridor.
Jiuci drooped his head, with broken hair hanging down from his temples, and curled his lips into a bitter smile.
My heart felt like it had been hit hard, the boulder was pressing down on my chest so much that I couldn't breathe, and it hurt like needles.
When slight footsteps sounded, Jiu Ci turned around in surprise. Mo You was holding a pot of wine and two white jade wine glasses, shaking them under the tree in front of Jiu Ci.
Then I saw Mo You sitting on the railing of the corridor, handing Jiu Ci a glass of wine: "A drink?"
She didn't know how to comfort Jiu Ci, who was depressed, but she knew that wine could relieve her sorrow.
Jiu Ci took the wine glass, and the mellow aroma of the wine spread. Jiu Ci took a deep breath and drank the liquor.
Mo You looked at the wine glass with slightly lowered eyes...
The Meng tribe has a rule that members of the tribe cannot drink alcohol.
Mo You didn't know why there was such a ridiculous rule, but as a member of the Dream Clan, he could only follow it.
After a period of silence, Moyou smiled slightly, picked up the wine glass and was about to drink it in one go.
Suddenly, the man's slender hand stretched out, snatched Moyou's wine glass arrogantly, and drank the wine in one gulp.
Mo You looked at Jiu Ci blankly, but Jiu Ci was carefree and charming. He put down the two wine glasses, raised his head and drank from the wine pot.
The jug bottomed out, Jiu Ci smashed it and smacked his lips, his cheeks turned red and he smiled, his narrow black eyes looked at Mo You evilly and confusedly: "You are still young, you can't drink. Even if you want to drink, you can only do it in front of me.
Drink, you can’t drink in front of other wild men.”
Mo You was helpless and really wanted to leave, but was afraid that Jiu Ci would fall from the corridor at the edge of the tall building.
Jiu Ci stretched out his hands and seemed to be gesturing to Mo You. After a long time, Jiu Ci complained with a sad face: "Why are you still so young..."
"You're drunk." Mo You picked up a little finger and poked Jiu Ci's shoulder with some distance: "Since you're in a bad mood, go back and rest."
Jiu Ci held Mo You's finger. Mo You frowned and tried to pull his little finger away, but Jiu Ci used too much force.
As soon as Jiu Ci pulled him, Mo You fell into his arms. Jiu Ci lowered his eyebrows and leaned down. Just when he was about to kiss Fang Ze, he suddenly threw Mo You aside.
"No! I can't be like a beast like Ge'er, not even sparing a child!" Jiu Ci turned around, his eyes becoming firmer.
Moyou, who was thrown to the ground, stood up expressionlessly and patted his dusty sleeves.
Mo You shook his head and let Jiu Ci fend for himself, no longer caring about Jiu Ci's life and death.
From behind, Jiuci's aggrieved voice came: "Little Moyou, you must grow up quickly. I have guarded your integrity like a jade and rejected thousands of girls. You are really smoking from your ancestral graves and have accumulated eight lifetimes of virtue."
Moyou: "..."
She remembered something new.
In the Nine Realms, Jiu Ci has a mansion. In front of other people's mansions, there will be two stone lions or buildings similar to the four beasts.
Jiu Ci is a good guy. I don't know where he hired someone to carve two sculptures of himself and placed them on both sides of the door. The words on the plaque make passers-by ashamed to look at it.
Yes, the plaque was made by Jiuci himself, with a line of big characters flying like dragons and phoenixes, written vigorously, it can be said to be eye-catching: the dream of thousands of girls.
Before this, Mo You could never imagine that there would be such a coquettish man as Jiu Ci in the world.
When Mo You walked away, Jiu Ci's eyes darkened and he fell to the ground. He fell asleep in an instant. He didn't know what he was muttering, but Mo You didn't hear a word clearly.
Mo You looked back at Jiu Ci who had fallen on the corridor. His face was as cold as frost, and there was no warmth in his eyes.
After walking a few steps forward, Mo You closed his eyes and took a breath, then turned to face Jiu Ci and stepped towards Jiu Ci.
She lifted up Jiu Ci who was lying on the ground and was unconscious, opened the door, and entered the empty room.
Throwing Jiu Ci on the bed, Mo You rubbed his sore wrists and turned around, his fluttering sleeves were tightly grasped by Jiu Ci.
Jiu Ci opened his blurred eyes and looked deeply at Mo You. His gaze was like a blazing flame, burning someone's soul.
Mo You turned around and looked at him, "It's time for you to rest."
"Stay with me."
"..."
Moyou sat on the edge of the bed, took out a book about the Dream Clan, put it on his lap and turned the pages.
Jiu Ci was sleeping on his side, clutching Mo You's sleeve tightly in his hand, as if he was holding a treasure in the world and refused to let go no matter what.
Seeing that Jiu Ci was asleep, Mo You closed the ancient book and tried to pull out the sleeves from Jiu Ci's hand. With a slight force, Jiu Ci woke up from his sleep. Jiu Ci opened his eyes in an instant, deep and cold,
Dark as ink.
"Are you leaving?" Jiuci asked in despair.
Probably the Jiu Ci at this moment was different from usual. Perhaps it was the depression and sadness between his brows that moved Mo You's face. As if by some strange coincidence, Mo You opened the ancient book again and said softly: "I'll wait until you fall asleep before leaving."
"Then I won't sleep," Jiuci said.
"I won't leave. You can sleep peacefully. How about I wait for you to wake up?" Moyou was like coaxing a child asking for candy.
Jiu Ci moved down and huddled tightly into the dark quilt. On one side of the soft quilt, the hand holding Mo You's sleeve never showed any intention of letting go.
No one saw Jiu Ci's face in the bed. He was slightly drunk and in a daze. He hid in the bed where Mo You couldn't see him and laughed silently. Mo You's words that were neither painful nor itchy made him laugh in an instant.
It could soothe away the haze in his heart.
After finishing laughing, Jiu Ci poked his head out from under the stuffy soft quilt, with an expressionless face. Occasionally, when he looked at Mo You, the corners of his lips could not stop rising.
"Xiaoyou."
"Um?"
"Why haven't you grown up yet?"
"..."
This is really a question that even a pig wouldn't ask.
Mo You read for a long time and when tired, he leaned on the bedside and closed his eyes to take a nap.
Jiu Ci pursed her lips and stared for a long time, hesitating and struggling, as if making a decision.
His palms were sweating, his heart was beating fast, and he was as panicked as a young boy.
Suddenly, Jiu Ci pulled Mo You close to the bed, hugged her gently from behind, and his well-joined hands tightly wrapped around Mo You's waist.
Mo You opened his cold eyes, "Nine Halls, there are differences between men and women, please respect yourself."
"It's okay, I just don't treat you as a woman." Jiu Ci's cheeks were red and steaming, his hands and feet were trembling, and there was only a buzzing sound and a blank in his mind.
"I still have something to do, it's time to go." Mo You's calm look was not that of a girl of this age. She was about to sit up when she lifted the quilt, and Jiu Ci hugged her hard, not giving Mo You room to get up.
Mo You closed his eyes and became slightly angry: "Mo Jiuci, I..."
Jiu Ci interrupted her: "Are you happy that you are being hugged by the most handsome man in the world?"
Mo You couldn't resist Jiu Ci's shamelessness, and he was very tired after not having a good rest in the past ten days. After calming down, he fell asleep.
The man holding her behind her was like a little thief who had eaten delicious food, almost covering his mouth and bursting into laughter.
It was already evening when Mo You woke up, and the afterglow was streaming in through the window lattice. Mo You looked down and saw that the hands were still around her waist.
"Nine Halls." Moyou said softly.
Jiu Ci opened his eyes, feeling the softness in his arms, and his heart trembled and jumped again.
"The wind is blowing." Moyou looked out the window, at the setting sun, the wisp of wind blowing across Mingyuan Villa.
"Is the wind blowing?" Jiuci was confused.
"The wind has no emotions. It has only one direction and keeps moving forward without stopping for trees or swallows on the way." Moyou said meaningfully.
"What is the end of the wind?"
"It's death." Mo You moved in Jiu Ci's arms, changed direction, and looked directly into Jiu Ci's eyes: "What she wants in life is death, just like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon, death is her cocoon."
Jiu Ci looked at the face in front of him. The girl had picturesque eyebrows, delicate facial features, and black hair draped on the bed. Even in his arms, there was no trace of human fireworks.
For a moment, Jiu Ci even thought that the sweetheart in front of him did not belong to this land.
He hugged her hard, but she was as misty as the wind and would escape from his arms at any time and never look back.
"It's full of bad luck. Don't say such depressing words at such a young age." Jiu Ci pinched Mo You's face, rounded it and flattened it, but Mo You still had no expression.
"Smile for me." Jiuci frowned and said in a deep voice.
Mo You said nothing and looked at him with eyes that Jiu Ci couldn't understand.
Jiu Ci's heart began to feel agitated, so Mo Youhu held Jiu Ci's face and kissed the man's brow.
"Jiudian, you are not my lover, and I will not be a virtuous wife. If I grow up in the future, the wind will come to an end." Every time Mo You said a word, Jiu Ci's heart would beat accordingly.
A burst of unknown fire rushed into the skull, Jiu Ci held Mo You in his arms, his chin resting on Mo You's head: "No way..."
Moyou chuckled: "I don't love you."
Four simple words, it hurts more than a needle stick.
Jiuci refused to let go and said stubbornly: "Are you playing hard to get?"
Moyou was silent.
The girl in his arms was silent for a long time. Jiu Ci looked down and saw that Mo You had closed her eyes to rest.
Jiu Ci's eyes were reserved, and he frowned slightly, feeling slightly confused.
Since you don't love him, why did you go to the east attic to pick up the red gauze he gave you?
Jiuci didn't ask, fearing that the answer wouldn't be what he thought.