When Mu Feiyan slowly told the story of the past, Xiaozhu suddenly realized that all the previous doubts now had reasonable explanations: No wonder she and Gui Haiming didn't notice any evil spirit when they entered the village.
Just because Mu Feiyan has cultivated the righteous path, and her earthly immortal aura was covered up by the divine aura of the Wild Dust Blade. And the villagers turned into sand, so the farewell before leaving was reasonable.
"It seems that the 'phantom' had already noticed that we were coming, so after seriously injuring Miss Mu for the first time, he did not take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but set up this trap," Xiaozhu raised her beautiful willow-leaf eyebrows,
He analyzed it seriously, "He deliberately let Miss Mu have the preconception and misunderstood that we were on the same side as him. He first hid his whereabouts and sat on the mountain to watch the tigers fight. When Miss Mu cast a mirage spell on us, it consumed spiritual energy and cultivated our abilities.
We were unable to resist, and we were also trapped by the illusion and couldn't wake up, so he appeared and took away the Desolate Dust Blade. Tsk, what a killing move that kills two birds with one stone!"
Having said this, Xiaozhu turned his attention to his partner beside him: "But I still don't understand, Brother Xiaoshe, how did Xuying know that we would come to the desert? And he actually knew our goal well and knew that we were going to use
It is unreasonable to use four life weapons to deal with Yinglong!"
Gui Haiming frowned and said in a deep voice: "Among Venerable Yinglong, his shadow has always been erratic and hidden. I don't have a close relationship with him, so it's difficult to guess his whereabouts."
"Let's be more careful. This person is really unpredictable, and it seems that nothing can be hidden from him..." At this point, Xiaozhu felt a shiver in her heart: thinking that "Xuying" had seen through her Yun Shengjing's identity, she
She became increasingly uneasy. Fortunately, during the chaos just now, "Xiying" did not mention this to Gui Haiming, otherwise her plan would inevitably be exposed.
Just when Xiaozhu was filled with doubts, Mu Feiyan took a deep breath and held up the Wasteland Blade again with trembling hands, trying to cast the "Mirage Painting Shadow" spell again. Gui Haiming looked at him when he saw this.
With a flash of light, he raised his sword and slashed it down. Although Mu Feiyan was an Earth Immortal, he was unable to withstand this ordinary blow despite being seriously injured. His body was shaken, and the Wild Dust Blade suddenly came out of his hand.
Falling on the vast yellow sand.
"If you die, what's the point of having an illusion?" Gui Haiming swept his ice eyes and said coldly, "Is it possible to let that kid live in a dream all his life?"
Mu Feiyan's lips trembled slightly. At this time, her face was bloodless, and there was a little confusion and uneasiness in her shining eyes. She was not at all as capable as when they first met. Her slender white fingers
, laboriously reaching into the fine dust, trying to pick up the heavenly artifact. Seeing her expression and movements, Xiaozhu also felt that her heart was heavy, she couldn't help but sigh softly, and comforted her in a slow voice:
"Miss Mu, I know you can't let go of the illusion of your home for the past seven years, and you don't want A Guang to see the cruel truth... But Brother Little Snake is right, if you run out of oil to cast mirage, you will die.
, then who can A Guang rely on? Illusion and other such things can be deceived for a while, but they cannot be deceived for a lifetime."
"I, I understand..." Mu Feiyan responded hoarsely. She lowered her eyes and looked at the Huangchen Blade that was carefully held in her palm. How could she not understand what Xiaozhu said? But today
, how is she going to tell A Guang that she is not her sister, and that her relatives and friends in the village are just phantoms made of dust and sand, and those days of laughter and joy are all false illusions?
"That's not false," Xiaozhu suddenly interjected. She looked at Mu Feiyan with a pair of amber-like bright eyes, as if she could see through the entanglement in the other person's heart. She saw this pretty and lovely girl raising her lips.
She raised her eyebrows and outlined a gentle and warm smile, and then she continued softly:
"Indeed, this village, this house, these flowers and plants, and this clear spring oasis are not real." She stretched out her hand to explore the clear spring at her feet. The clear spring water was held in her palm. After a while, it turned into fine yellow sand, and from her
It slipped between his fingers, "But in the past seven years, the days and nights you and A Guang have spent here have not been empty illusions. You taught him how to read, calligraphy, and be a man, and you asked him to put on the Kongming lantern to reflect on his ancestors. Those
These are not mirages, but real emotions."
At this point, she smiled, reached out to hold Mu Feiyan's palms, and chuckled: "Aguang is a sensible child, he will distinguish what is true and what is false. Besides, let alone here.
When I grew up, even I, who had only been here for one day, would still remember the scene of the lights filling the sky, the scene of singing and dancing around the campfire with everyone, the warm and cheerful joy, what else?
What could be more real than this?”
Xiaozhu's words made Mu Feiyan remain silent. The desert was silent, the sky and the earth were pale, and under the vast moon, the dust and sand were all old. After a long time, Mu Feiyan finally lifted up her weak figure, and she raised her eyes to look
Xiaozhu, although there is sadness that cannot be concealed between his eyebrows, there is also determination:
"Thank you both for your help," her voice was hoarse, "Please come with me and let me remove the mirage for your friends."
Xiaozhu supported Mu Feiyan with one hand and made a magic formula of "Lan Feng Shen Xing" with the other hand. Under the support of the breeze, the three of them returned to the oasis village. At this time, the sea buckthorn forest outside the village was making a dull sound.
Slowly collapsed, sinking little by little into the long yellow sand. The bright and brilliant colors of the tents that originally stood in the village silently receded, turning into old and dilapidated appearances, and finally turned into tiny pieces.
Sand and dust.
An old man with stooped white hair, an aunt in a dyed sarong, a middle-aged man in a coarse blouse, a young man and a woman holding hands, a child with pigtails... The sand people seemed to feel the fading of spiritual power and the collapse of mirage.
They walked to the street market and looked at the mirage that gave them illusory life.
Mu Feiyan glanced at the familiar faces, the relatives and friends who had been together for seven years. Their faces gradually lost their luster and became gray and pale. Eventually, the bridges of their noses, eyebrows and eyes collapsed.
, the trunk and limbs spread out, and finally turned into a pile of yellow sand, slowly flowing into the desert below.
Mu Feiyan suddenly quickened her pace and ran to the side of an old man. The white-haired old woman who she had regarded as her elder for seven years, the crutches in her hands, her legs and feet, and her knees turned into dust one by one.
At the last moment, the old man stretched out his right arm, a wizened hand full of wrinkles, and touched Mu Feiyan's forehead, gently stroking her soft black hair, as if comforting his children and grandchildren.
"Milk...grandma..."
Mu Feiyan called in a trembling voice, her vision already distorted by tears. She was originally alone with no relatives or friends. She had absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth for hundreds of years and never felt lonely. But over the years, her life has suddenly changed.
The days and nights of the past seven years have been full of laughter and warmth, filled with colorful pictures.
The hand that brushed her forehead turned into fine dust, which was sprinkled on her long hair, spreading a shallow layer. Under the reflection of the silver moon, at first glance, it looked like her hair was all white.
Mu Feiyan's shoulders were trembling slightly. She knew clearly that these were puppets she had transformed using magic, but she couldn't separate her feelings. The seven years of getting along every day and night had already been engraved in her heart.
The heart can no longer be destroyed.
In the end, one by one, the sand people dispersed silently. There was no time to say goodbye, no time to say goodbye. They left no words or traces of their existence. The whole village had turned into a dilapidated Gobi sand castle.
There were three people, Bifei, Lu Ling and Aguang, lying on their pillows in the desert dust, still falling into a deep sleep.
Mu Feiyan raised his water sleeves lightly, and a phantom light lit up in the void, flying towards the three people on the sand. Bi Fei and Lu Ling woke up first, and were shocked when they saw the scene in the village. Before they had time to ask, they heard
A Guang muttered, "Is it dawn yet..." while turning over.
"Aguang, wake up." Mu Feiyan called softly.
"No, I haven't slept enough..." Aguang muttered. He raised his hand, as if he wanted to get into the bed, but he couldn't pull the bedclothes by pulling left and right, so he refused to do so.
He rubbed his eyes and complained, "Sister, I'm sleepy... I need to sleep a little longer."
"I... am not your sister..." Mu Feiyan lowered his eyes, his denial stuck in his throat and almost inaudible.
Xiaozhu, who had been persuading Mu Feiyan to give up illusions and tell Aguang the truth before, hesitated again at this moment. She tried hard to persuade her just now. In the final analysis, she did not want the mirage to sacrifice her life to keep this illusory mirage.
.But at this moment, seeing the small village disappear with his own eyes, Xiaozhu felt that the truth was not that important anymore.
Whether the more than 40 members of the Mu family were killed by a wolf seven years ago, or turned into dust tonight, these two equally cruel facts, why should we distinguish who is true and who is false, and who is right?
The life-saving grace seven years ago, the seven years of dependence on each other, the kindness and affection between Mu Feiyan and Mu Guang are even stronger than blood. What is the point of revealing the identity of the mirage and investigating whether they are biological siblings?
The heartstrings trembled slightly, and Xiaozhu's thoughts were moved. At this moment, Mu Feiyan stepped forward and gently shook Aguang awake. The little guy rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked at the surrounding scene, and was suddenly startled.
The clear spring oasis is no longer visible, and the village tents are nowhere to be seen. Above the vast desert, as far as the eye can see, it is desolate. Only a few sandcastles, which have been eroded by the wind and become ugly, stand abruptly in the endless yellow sand.
"Where is this? Sister, why are we here?" A Guang asked in surprise, his eyes widening.
Mu Feiyan's eyes dimmed, and she was about to explain when she suddenly heard a voice with a full smile in the desert under the moon:
"Little lazy boy, why don't you get up quickly? We've already walked a long way!"
Mu Feiyan was startled. She turned to look at Xiaozhu. Xiaozhu smiled like a spring breeze and raised her finger at Aguang: "Your sister Feiyan said she would take you into the city to eat candied haws!"
"Really?" Aguang's eyes suddenly lit up. He stood up quickly and grabbed the corner of Mu Feiyan's clothes. "Sister, sister, are you really going to take me into the city to see what it looks like outside the desert?"
"
"..." Mu Feiyan was stunned and couldn't speak for a long time. But Xiaozhu took the lead. She rolled her eyes and soon thought of an excuse:
"In order to take you to see the world this time, you, Sister Feiyan, have contradicted Grandma Mu's family, and you won't be able to go home for a while. I think you can just go to the mainland of China, travel all over the country, and have fun for three to five years.
Just wait until your grandma calms down and come back to the desert!"
After listening to Xiaozhu's words, Aguang's little face glowed. He looked up at Mu Feiyan and said happily: "Sister, sister, is this true? You want to take me to see the mountains and rivers?"
Hey, sister, you are the best!"
As he said that, the little guy danced with joy and ran into Mu Feiyan's arms. For a moment, Mu Feiyan was a little at a loss. She looked at Xiaozhu in a daze, but she saw the latter smiling softly and nodding gently at her:
Whether it's A Guang or Mu Feiyan, they have lost too much. Their homes were destroyed, and their relatives and friends were buried under the loess. Such a cruel fact is enough for one person to bear.
Why put a nine-year-old child through this?
Sensing Xiaozhu's encouraging gaze, Mu Feiyan finally calmed down. She slowly stretched out her slender arms and hugged her only brother, her only remaining relative in the world, tightly into her arms.
inside.
Seeing this scene, the girl raised her lips and looked at her friends beside her. Xiaozhu and Gui Haiming exchanged a look of relief. In the boundless desert, with the silver moon in the sky, the moonlight reflected their figures, like green silk covering the snow.
Although the clear springs and green trees have turned into nothingness, the scene of people singing and dancing in this desert oasis with lights like stars will forever be imprinted in the memories of A Guang and everyone else. Perhaps memories are a kind of mirage, and memories are not immune to this.
There are truths and lies, illusory beautifications, and false exaggerations. In the illusion of memory, beauty or ugliness, lightness or darkness, all depend on the inclination of the human heart, joy, anger, sorrow, joy and hatred, each painted with a different color, but
