Mu Yun was grown up by the old sect leader. He picked up Miaozhen Sect as his apprentice after he was less than six years old. At that time, Mu Yun was thin and small, not crying or laughing. She was as beautiful as a doll, but not like an ordinary child.

This often made the old sect leader very worried, worried about whether he was abused at the Mu family, and some shadows left.

So, even if the junior brother took him to make the Miaozhen Sect mess, the old sect leader never stopped him. He felt that his junior brother was right: children should look like children. Even if they make trouble, it would be better than not saying a word. Until later, Mu Yun became obsessed with the sword, and the situation was better, as if there was finally a soul in an empty shell. Xiao Mu Yun had what he was pursuing, and finally was willing to know the world seriously, and there was also a glory in his eyes.

Thinking about it now, the old sect leader really regretted that he shouldn't have let his junior brother make trouble with his disciples. Although his disciple grew up, he looked more meticulous and serious and calm, he looked very like a senior brother, but in fact he inherited his uncle's crazy and boldness.

The old sect leader didn't know what his junior brother taught Mu Yun.

Hundreds of years ago, the battle of Taoist Demon broke out. His junior brother, Daoxuan, the elder of Miaozhen Sect, went to fight against the Demon Lord, and died. In the midst of grief, only Mu Yun remained calm and buried this uncle meticulously.

The sect complained about him, thinking that he was too cold and even almost cold-blooded. The old sect leader scolded some rumors, not only to protect his disciples, but also to know that the calmer he looked, the more flames were brewing in Mu Yun's heart. This child was even cold in his heart.

What he was most worried about was that Mu Yun would go to the Demon Realm to challenge alone. That was not called "challenge", but called death.

Faced with his temptation, Mu Yun seemed very calm and even advised him in turn: "Master, don't worry too much. If you are not sure, how could you not cherish your life? If I die in vain, even Master Daoxuan will not be at peace under the nine springs."

The old sect leader was very pleased. So when Mu Yun was really "very sure" to come to him, he was only dumbfounded.

Mu Yun asked someone to refine a pill. It was a lost prescription in ancient times. He found it. It was sent to the hands of the alchemist along with those rare medicinal materials and became the current ninth-level pill.

The old sect leader regretted it, and he regretted it extremely. Daoxuan, who had no disciples in the past, came to lure his disciples, and instilled many evil things. As far as he knew, Mu Yun had never forgotten them since he was a child, and Daoxuan was very happy. He told stories to his nephew seriously at night, and the materials used were all ancient books that had been circulated in the corners of the library.

Later, even though Daoxuan had his own disciple, he still regarded Mu Yun as his own disciple, and shared his experiences with him in detail, muttering, and the real disciple Jian Ling was left behind.

Now... Daoxuan, Daoxuan, do you know if you will regret it today?

Looking at Mu Yun's firm eyes, the old sect leader opened his mouth and couldn't speak. As he said, this was a very sure path, even if the price was Mu Yun himself.

If he was just the master, then he would undoubtedly flatly refuse and throw this ghostly ninth-level pill to anyone; but he is not, he is still the leader of the sect and the leader of Zhonglu. He knew that Mu Yun, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul and half-step transforming into a god, was the best candidate.

Mu Yun had already made proper arrangements, and he even transferred Chu Yi away in advance to prevent him from finding out something wrong.

In the end, the old sect leader discovered that he could only send his disciples to death.

The death of the junior brother and the eldest disciple was a big blow to the old sect leader, but he could still manage the affairs of the sect; the last straw that overwhelmed him was Chu Yi's betrayal. At the moment when Chu Yi was deviled, he suddenly realized that the child had not forgotten, but on the contrary, he kept everything in his heart.

The old sect leader reflected: As a senior brother, master and the leader of the sect, was he too negligent in his duties?

Being imprisoned on Yaoshui Cliff is not only an explanation to the outside world, but also his reflection on himself.

Now that a hundred years have passed, when I see Mu Yun again, I feel like I have a different life.

However, the old days that were not too late to be revealed, the expression of the disciple in front of him gave him a bad premonition. That look was exactly the same as the look he asked to go to the Demon World many years ago.

The next moment, this premonition came true.

An hour ago, in the house.

"Brother... Fellow Daoist Mu." Ni Yunchu still changed his mouth with difficulty under Mu Jiao's indifferent eyes. His expression seemed to have seen something that he was most reluctant to face and most looking forward to. Between these two extremes, even if he tried hard to maintain peace, his eyes still had complex desires that could not be concealed.

Mu Jiao nodded lightly, looking like he didn't even want to say one more word to Ni Yunchu.

Jian Ling coughed lightly, looked at Ni Yunchu who was tense and Mu Jiao with a cold expression, and suddenly felt that the air was a little depressed. He touched his nose: "Suddenly I remembered that there were still some things to do. You guys chat, I'll take a step first." As he said that, he left the room without waiting for a response.

When he left, the room suddenly fell into silence.

After a while, Ni Yunchu spoke. He spoke very quickly, as if he was being chased by something:

"Do you know that Chu Shang is not a tomb guard at all, he is a demon cultivator! He is the demon master Chu Yi!"

He stared at Mu Jiao's face.

Mu Jiao looked calm. Even if he didn't know it at the beginning, he would know it after he recovered his memory. Shang was originally Chu Yi's nickname, and he used this as a pseudonym so bluntly that people didn't even have room for hesitation.

Ni Yunchu opened her eyes wide: "You...you already know?"

Mu Jiao still didn't answer. He stretched out his hand and moved quickly, pressing Ni Yunchu's pulse.

Ni Yunchu froze for a moment, without resisting. He looked at Mu Jiao's gradually frowning brows, lowering his head as if he was afraid of a blamed child.

"The Nascent Soul is damaged and has little lifespan," Mu Jiao did not blame him, but just repeated his situation, and there was no joy or anger in his voice.

Ni Yunchu opened his mouth and couldn't say anything to defend himself. What should he say? It was not because he was willful, but because he was afraid that he would not be able to save his brother from Chu Yi's hands... He was actually not sure. If it weren't for the inner demon's barrier, he would have long...

How pale and powerless if this is the case.

Ni Yunchu pursed her lips tightly.

Mu Jiao looked at him without knowing the joy and anger. The person in front of him was much more mature and thinner than what he saw last time. He was no longer the proud boy of the past, and there was a shadow that could not be dissipated in his eyes.

He finally spoke: "Do you still remember your past aspirations?"

"Would you like to use your life to complete it?"

Willing to do it?

Ni Yunchu looked up and asked, "If I want, you..." Can you forgive me, brother?

He swallowed the last words. He turned his face away and stood straight: "If one day one can make Zhonglu have no demon cultivators, then he will die?"

If I die for this, will you remember me, brother?

On the cliff with green grass, the man in blue sat leisurely and looked into the distance. Occasionally, birds passed by, and he even reached out to tease him with interest. The birds were frightened and flew away quickly with their wings.

Chu Shang didn't care. He was calculating the time in his mind, one hour, two hours... When the sky became dark, he saw the figure in white.

Mu Jiao, who came back from Miaozhen Sect, seemed to have shed the last trace of dust in his heart, and seemed quiet and out of the dust. He seemed to have really gotten into the word "love" and did not avoid Chu Shang's intimate behavior. Sometimes Chu Shang teases too much and will be taken back calmly by him. In the end, Chu Shang blushed and his heart beat hard.

Chu Shang was secretly annoyed in his heart: He had clearly seen all kinds of absurd things in the Demon World, why did he look like a young boy who had just fallen in love in front of his senior brother?

However... he was not in a hurry, and his lips curled up. Chu Shang approached the man in white, focused his elbows and revealed his fair wrists. His hands were white and graceful, but not the delicate and delicate of the women in the boudoir. The smooth lines showed implicit power.

At this time, the hand seemed to carelessly pass by Mu Jiao's hand holding the jade slip, and lightly dotted it a little mischievously, as if it was to gain attention or a hazy temptation.

The white-clothed Jian Cultivator held his wrist with his back hand, and finally turned into a crossing of his fingers without consciously. Chu Shang calmly sat down and sat straight without moving, as if he was in the sect. So Mu Jiao finally finished reading the jade slip without being disturbed. He pressed his eyebrows and saw Chu Shang staring at him without blinking, innocent.

He laughed. Master thought it was his dereliction of duty, but in Mu Jiao's heart, his responsibility was greater. Master handed over Chu Yi to him, but he only thought that this junior brother was well-behaved and intelligent and did not need to spend too much effort, so he was blinded and eventually resulted in such a result.

It's time to correct it all.

Mu Jiao let go of the hand holding Chu Shang's palm and turned to touch his head. The softness of that moment made Chu Shang bend the corners of his lips and said greyly: "Qu Luofeng from the northern border is in the snow lotus period recently. May fellow Taoist beg me for a look?"

Until now, he still calls Mu Jiao "Fellow Taoist". This is a name that is not close to him, and he is ambiguous.

Mu Jiao paused and agreed, "Okay."

The snow lotus on Quluo Peak is red, and its full name is "Red Flame Snow Lotus". According to legend, a monk here made up his love a thousand years ago and ascended hand in hand, leaving behind a legend of a generation of fairy couples.

Of course, Chu Shang also wanted to ascend with his senior brother, live forever and be together forever. However, although the demon cultivator can also ascend, he is not the same place as the Tao cultivator. He can no longer practice Taoist techniques, and the demonic energy has been deeply immersed in his bones and blood; and the senior brother... how could he bear to let his senior brother taste the pain of being possessed by the demon?

So Chu Shang was in trouble these days and specially opened the messaging channel and ordered Zhufa to collect the place where the Taoist demons ascended.

The bitter right guardian worked hard to find information for him, while hurriedly trying to send him the latest information: "It seems that there has been some action on the Taoist sect recently, and he has been collecting things..."

Before he finished speaking, the communication channel was cut off. Zhu Faying for two seconds, he tried hard to take a deep breath, trying his best to suppress his urge to usurp the throne.

Mama!

What he didn't know was that if he usurped the throne now, Chu Shang would have been very happy to pass the position of Demon Lord to him. He was busy traveling with his senior brother, so he had no time to be a Demon Lord!

When the two arrived at Quluo Peak, they were about to see the blooming of the Red Flame Snow Lotus. The fiery red flowers were beautiful and grand, gathering together one by one. When they bloomed, they seemed to have a fire ignited on the snow. The sharp contrast between white and red made people's eyes look hot.

They sat on the cliff and admired the beautiful scenery opposite. Mu Jiao brought wine. When he poured himself a drink, Chu Shang took out a cup from somewhere, poured himself a cup, and came over with a smile:

"The custom of drinking a cup of wine in the mortal world means that friendship lasts forever. Now the beautiful scenery is so beautiful. Do fellow Taoist wish to try it with me?" Of course, this is a lie. Chu Shang comes from the royal family in the mortal world. Even if he entered the Taoist sect when he was young, he would not know the true meaning of "a cup of wine in the mortal world".

But senior brother... it's not necessarily true.

Mu Jiao glanced at him and said quietly: "Okay." He stretched out his hand and exchanged drinks with Chu Shang's arms.

The moment he raised his head, Chu Shang had a smile that seemed to succeed in his eyes, which was shiny and a bit of innocence in his cunning.

This is really a strange person. Even after hearing many legends about him cruel and bloodthirsty, Mu Jiao could not associate him with the man who smiled like a child in front of him.

Mu Jiao did not deny his own heartbeat.

But the "Mu Yun" deep in his heart has a more rational decision.

He looked quietly, Chu Shang's face had already flushed and his eyes were filled with a hint of confusion. The moment he fell down softly, Mu Jiao reached out to hold him.

Chu Shang blinked, and he saw the white-clothed sword cultivator leaning down, his cold lips pressing against his ears, and heard him clearly calling out two words: "Chu Yi."

His hands shook, and he heard his senior brother say in a slow but unquestionable voice: "It's time to end."

Even though he tried his best to resist, he gradually fell into the darkness.

The author has something to say: I can't believe that I didn't code this plot...

Kneel on the ground and vomit blood

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Chapter completed!