Conceited Immortal On Campus

"Chen Zu!"

Mo Yun opened her mouth. She settled down and said slowly, "here is the tomb of Shizu!"

Chen Yi's eyes are like frost. He looks at Mo Yun faintly.

"Who planted these bony flowers?"

Now, it happened to his old friend.

Under Chen Yi's eyes, Mo Yunru falls into the ice cellar. However, she says in a hurry: "don't misunderstand Chen Zu. It's Shizu's decision that this bone produces flowers."

Chen Yi looked up at Mo Yurong's corpse and said, "what did you say?"

Mo Yun only felt that the invisible crisis was gone, and she sighed, "Chen Zu, Shizu made such a decision when he was on the verge of death, and no one forced him."

"When Chen Zu was looking for the relics of Xianmen, Shizu went to look for them after he knew about it."

"My kung fu is not inferior to those who want to. Shizu finally found a relic of the immortal gate, which is called Qinghua gate."

Mo Yun said to Chen Yi, "in the Qinghua gate, Shizu found the way to produce flowers and bones, and brought it back to his residence. After studying for more than ten years, he went out to adopt an orphan named Mo Gu, who was the descendant of the second Qilian saint."

"Shizu dug out this tomb, and it was set as a forbidden area. The reason why the vein of Qilian Saint exists is to guard this tomb."

Mo Yun's voice contains vicissitudes, "Shizu intended to grow flowers with bones, not as Chen thought."

Chen Yi frowned. He looked at Mo Yun and said coldly, "you know, the cultivation of bony flowers needs living people as soil. When people are alive, let the roots of bony flowers pierce into the blood. Until bony flowers grow completely on the body, it will take 30 days to cultivate them."

"This kind of pain is no different from scraping bone and tearing flesh, and lasts for more than 30 days."

"Is mo Yurong willing to cultivate bone and flower? You are the saint of Qilian. How can she keep this flower... "

Chen Yi said. Suddenly, his voice gave out.

He suddenly looked at Mo Yurong's bones, looked at the flowers, and remembered what happened.

At the beginning, the last time he met Mo Yurong was in Longchi mountain. He was about to go through the robbery and search for the spiritual things in heaven and earth. He just chatted with Mo Yurong in a hurry.

Chen Yi is suddenly silent, but his eyes quiver.

Mo Yun sighed, "Chen Zu guessed that this bone flower was left to Chen Zu by Shizu."

Chen Yi is silent. He looks at Mo Yurong's corpse, and his heart is full of waves.

"At that time, Shizu knew that Chen Zu needed to survive and fight against heaven and earth. He traveled all over the world in search of precious medicines. After Shizu got the method of bone and flower, he had this idea." Mo Yun looked at Chen Yi, "Shizu once said that if Chen Zu came to find a vein in Qilian, he would give it to Chen Zu."

Chen Yi looks at the bone flower, which has been around for nearly 300 years.

Moreover, because of its special cultivation, it is not inferior to the elixir of Jindan realm.

But this elixir Chen Yi is not happy at all.

"What if I don't come?" Chen Yi said faintly.

Mo Yun sighed, "then this flower will be buried here with Shizu."

Looking at the white bone, Chen Yi gradually regained his calm.

"These are all handed down by Shizu. Just like the responsibility of keeping the bones and flowers, these are also the fate of the descendants of Qilian saints." Mo Yun suddenly smiles, "now that Chen Zu is here, the responsibility of Qilian saint has been fulfilled."

"I also hope that Chen Zu can take away the bone and flowers, which can also be regarded as the beginning and end of a vein of Qilian saint."

Mo Yun's eyes are leisurely. The holy daughter of Qilian is born of Chen Zu, but also belongs to nothingness because of Chen Zu.

This era is no longer suitable for practicing martial arts. In her whole life, she was trapped in this courtyard in the mountains. She also had disciples. She didn't want her own disciple to be like her.

Even if it's the real king of wudaojing, how about it? To guard this mountain is like painting a dungeon.

"What else did Mo Yurong say?" Chen Yi asked.

Mo Yun said slowly: "Shizu also said that if there were no Chen Zu, there would be no Qilian saint. She had already been buried in the desert."

"The people of the northern part of the Great Wall believe in the reincarnation of the world, and one report for another!"

"Shizu doesn't know how to repay Chen Zu. He only has this method. He hopes to help Chen Zu in a few years."

"I only hope that Chen Zu will not abandon, that is, there will be no regrets under Jiuyou."

Mo Yun's words like a storm swept into Chen Yi's heart, Chen Yi quietly looked at the side of the pool, looking at Mo's face.

He never thought that Mo would make such a decision.

For a long time, he was like a passer-by in this world, and the people he met were like the Qing who crossed the river.

But now Chen Yi put his hands in his pocket. He didn't look like Chen Zu. He gave a slight smile of self mockery.

Today's beauty will wither in the future, that is to say, wine will be a song, and in the future, it will be nothing more than a lonely grave.

"I had passed away, but I was shocked to death!"

Chen Yi opens her mouth slowly. He claims to be a passer-by, but for some people, it is enough to influence her life.When Mo Yun looks at Chen Yi, she suddenly bows down and says, "I hope Chen Zu can become what he wants!"

There is a word that she has never said, nor has Shizu left such a rumor, but Shizu's disciples, the second generation of grandparents, have left.

In those days, Shizu had a painting in his hand. When he came to see the sunset, Shizu liked it most.

Smile like crazy, far better than the sunset on the Qilian Mountains.

Mo Yun did not speak this sentence, and the second generation of patriarchs also banned it, but passed it down.

Chen Yi gently breathes out a breath. He steps and drops his feet into the pool. Like a dragonfly skimming water, he appears in front of the white bone.

Chen Yi looks at the white bone and sits slowly.

"Why?"

Three words, but tell the vicissitudes of Chen Yi's heart.

Mo Yun also stepped back and left at the right time.

Chen Yi quietly looks at Mo Yurong's corpse. He doesn't know what Mo Yurong is thinking.

Just like the thoughts of Lu Qingshu, Yun mobing and Qi Yufei, Chen Yi is not a wood. He can see clearly when he smiles.

However, the most merciless years in the world, Chu Yue alone, has let him understand.

Chen Yi is destined to be impossible to be with others in his life. If Chu Yue was practicing, she would fly away from him.

It is love, but also in a hurry for three hundred years.

This is true of Chu moon, including today's cloud, ink and ice.

He is the only one who can't go up to the spiritual world and can't go down to the world.

It's a time to go home, but no one knows how long it will take Chen Yi to recover.

Chen Yi quietly looks at Mo Yurong's white bone and says nothing. He just takes out a pot of wine, which he once treasured.

This wine is brewed by him and an old friend. It's named July. It's Zhongyuan in July. One is for the past, and the other is for the old friend.

Chen Yi takes the wine and sprinkles it gently in front of Mo Yurong's white bone.

He looked at the white bone quietly, but it seemed that there was no difference with Mo's appearance.

After a long time, Chen Yi gets up. His palm falls gently on the bony flower. As he runs the tunyuan Jue, it can be seen that the root of the white flower is broken and falls into Chen Yi's hands.

At the same time, the white bone is dim.

As soon as Chen Yi's hand shook, he cut the stone into a coffin and put the white bone into the coffin. Besides, he carved the stone into a stele.

Chen Yi looks at the tomb of his old friend Mo Yurong, and his hands coagulate again, and then he forbids them to be put on the coffin one by one, which can keep the bones immortal.

After all this, Chen Yi turned around and left for the tomb.

Push away the boulders, such as the clouds to see the sun, to see the outside world.

The Qilian Mountains are as old as ever. Looking at the sky and the earth, Chen Yi's palm falls on the wall of the mountain. The wall is broken and collapses.

He walked back to Mo Yun's courtyard.

Beside Mo Yun, there is a girl of thirteen or fourteen years old.

A girl with a ponytail has her own bravery in her eyebrows.

"Chen Zu!"

Mo Yun pays a visit to Chen Yi and signals to the girl to salute.

"Chen Zu!" she said

The gesture of the salute changed Mo Yun's face, "nonsense!"

"Chen Zu, she is young and careless. I hope Chen Zu will not blame her."

Looking at the girl, Chen Yi didn't care, but said faintly, "I've taken the flowers from the bones. I've buried Mo Yurong's bones!"

"Mo Yurong believes in the samsara of the world. She has paid it back now."

"Since then, Mo and I have been clear."

Chen Yi raised his eyes and looked at Mo Yun, "the times are ever-changing. Now China is a prosperous time. In this world, there is no need for the holy daughter of Qilian."

"If you're interested, go to the sixth mountain. I'll tell Lin Ming he to arrange everything for you and her."

With that, Chen Yi turned and walked out of the Qilian Mountains.

Since then, there has been no Qilian vein in northern part of the Great Wall.

But Mo's words are remembered by Chen Yi.