Mu Zili shook his head slightly to signal that she didn't need to say anything further, and then said to Gu Huai: "I have condensed my Qi to take shape. Although I have practiced for more than ten thousand years, it can't be said to be hard work. As for the matter of cultivating immortals, I am not against it. It's just...
..." As he said this, a gust of wind happened to blow up, and the fragrance of bamboo wafted into his nose, which made his heart freeze, and the past events were still vivid in his mind.
Deep in my memory, there was once a god with black hair and white clothes. He found a highly qualified Forget-you Bamboo in the Forget-You Bamboo Forest in the seventy-seventh heaven, and poured it into his divine power to create his magic weapon - a
A bamboo flute that can play the music of forgetfulness.
He remembered that on the day when the magic weapon was created, the white-robed god had a smile as warm as the wind on his face and played a melodious and melodious sound of nature in the bamboo forest.
A wisp of the flute's charm lingered in the bamboo forest and never dispersed.
Until tens of thousands of years later, when the white-clothed god returned to the bamboo forest again, his smile and high-spiritedness were gone. His white hair was blowing in the wind, and his handsome eyes were full of sorrow.
When he played the song "Wangyou" again, the tune was extremely sad and heartbreaking.
The wisp of aura left in his tunes tens of thousands of years ago followed the sound, and became entangled with the aura that was miserable today, and actually gave rise to a unique aura in the world.
This spiritual energy was still drifting in the wind when it first gained spiritual consciousness. When it passed through the ninth heaven, I heard several immortals talking privately about the past events of the God of Forgetfulness, Mo Li, and his disciple Xue Guoer.
Only then did he know who the person who played the Forget-Souls song was in the woods that day.
I understood his joy when he first played Wangyou, and also understood his pain afterwards. It turns out that even though you are the God of the Nine Heavens, you will also be disturbed by love and suffer from love.
After that, he floated down to the ninth heaven with the wind, and broke into the Departure Realm in a daze. Blessed by the thousands of wood spirits in the Departure Realm, he absorbed the essence of the sun and moon to practice, and slowly transformed into a human form.
That day, Wangyou went to God because of the word "love", which caused me pain and sadness.
Therefore, when he left Jiuzhongtian with the wind, he secretly swore that he would never be sentimental or cultivate immortality for the rest of his life.
The way to immortality is of no use to him.
After Mu Zili finished talking about his origins, Xi Meng's purple eyes almost turned to water as he looked at him in a daze. No wonder when he saw him for the first time, when he was still hiding in the dead wood, he already felt that he was somewhat different.
He clearly had profound spiritual power and superb skills, but he did not care about cultivating immortals. She even had a loud quarrel with him on the streets of Bingzhou because of this.
But I never expected that he would have such a wonderful past.
Everything in this world is strange, but he is the strangest among the strange.
When she was in the modern age, she only knew that there was a legend in ancient times that a stubborn stone could be cultivated into a spirit, but she didn't expect that this wood spirit was condensed by a piece of Wangyou tune.
Although it was amazing, I felt sad for him. For tens of thousands of years, he had been entangled in the sorrow of the forgetful god and could not extricate himself. He even stayed away from cultivating immortals.
It should be noted that the temptation to become an immortal is by no means comparable to that of a demon.
However, he could always remain calm, and Xi Meng secretly admired him even more.
"That's it! No wonder...no wonder..." Gu Huai patted his shoulder and smiled knowingly, "Old Gu has a blind eye, so I thought it was just a coincidence. Did you know that your appearance is very similar to that of my master, Wangyou Shangshen?"
Similar?"
Mu Zili tilted his head slightly, looking a little shy, "Excuse me, Master, this was not something Zili did intentionally, or Zili inherited the appearance of the God unintentionally because of the forgetfulness of the God's tune.
Without knowing it.”
Gu Huai heard this and waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to blame himself, "This matter is destiny, you don't need to worry about it. It's just that I thought you were just an ordinary wood spirit, but I didn't expect that you have such a connection with my master. In this way,
It is fate. Tens of thousands of years ago, when you gave birth to spiritual consciousness from that forgetful tune, the fate between you and me today was already destined! Now I also know why you are opposed to cultivating immortals. In fact, there is no need to be like this. For
You only know one part of that past, but not the other."
"Oh?! From what the Immortal said, could it be..." Mu Zili has been away from Jiuzhongtian for ten thousand years. He doesn't know what happened to Mo Li and Xue Guoer after that, and he still thinks that Mo Li is in misery.
Gu Huai raised his head and smiled and said: "About a thousand years after the war between immortals and demons, my master searched all six realms and finally found an ancient cold jade in the bitter cold land of Beiming. He used this cold jade as a medium to achieve fruit.
I have rebuilt my immortal body. At this moment, the two of them are hiding in the Wangyou Mountain, and I don’t know how happy they are! It’s hard for you, a little demon, to worry about their affairs for more than ten thousand years.”
As soon as he said this, Mu Zili was convinced. The slightly frowned eyebrows suddenly relaxed, and the sorrow in his eyes disappeared, "That's good! That's good!" For a moment, he forgot all about his worries that day.
The joy he felt when the soldiers were formed came to his mind again.
He is the aura condensed from the melodies of flute music. For tens of thousands of years, the most sorrowful and joyful emotions arise only because of forgetting worries about God.
Now that he heard God's joy, he was naturally overjoyed.
Aware of his changes, Xi Meng secretly relieved himself. This knot had been in his heart for thousands of years. Today, with the power of the immortal, it was finally solved. It was indeed worthy of joy.
When Mu Zili looked at Xi Meng, warmth slowly flowed through his heart. He secretly took her hand hidden under Yun's sleeve and raised his eyes to look at Gu Huai.
"If the Immortal doesn't give up, Zi Li wants to join Meng'er and join Wangyou's family!" After saying that, he pulled Shi Meng and knelt down.
Xi Meng was secretly happy, this piece of wood wasn't too stupid, and he still thought of himself at the critical moment.
But seeing them both bending down to kowtow, Gu Huai just smiled and said nothing.
After a long while, I heard the childish voice of a spiritual song coming from above my head, "Master, don't just smile, but say something? Since Brother Mu has agreed to become a disciple, you must be a good person and accept them all!"
Xi Meng raised his head slightly, tilted his head to look at Ling Ge through the afterglow of the setting sun, and thought to himself, good Ling Ge, good Ling Ge, you really deserve the time my sister has spent sincerely treating you.
Finally, a pair of strong hands slowly lifted the two of them up. The beard on his lips trembled again and again. He looked at the two of them with a smile and said: "I think today is a perfect day. No wonder when the lower world passed by Tianmen today, Si Shi
Xingjun said congratulations to me three times in succession. I was surprised. I thought that this time I was going to make a great contribution, but I didn’t expect that I was actually going to accept three good disciples! Haha! Forget it! Although you are monsters, you still have evil intentions.
Good results, knowing that doing good deeds and helping people in need is really valuable. Especially Zili, who originally came from the sect of I Wangyou. By fate, I can still worship you today. Master and other old people will be happy when they know about it in the future!
"
Xi Meng stood up, her purple eyes always staring at Gu Huai's expression, fearing that he would not agree to Mu Zili's request and look down on her, the little butterfly demon with evil intentions.
But when he heard him finish these words, he couldn't wait to kneel down on the ground and kowtowed heavily: "Disciple, pay homage to Master!"
Seeing that she was even more anxious than Ling Ge, Gu Huai flicked his sleeves and tapped her twice on the head, and said angrily: "You butterfly monster, since you are a disciple, why can't you even give me a cup of disciple tea?"