Chapter 1075 Sweet Dreams

There is a two-story building in a quiet private courtyard. Li Sinian and Fang Junnan and his wife stayed outside the door. Xiao Erhei also stayed outside sensibly, carrying Diemeng on his back and holding the pitiful three strips under his paws.

The room was quiet, not a sound came out, but whether it was human or demon, they could always feel a faint sobbing sound.

No one spoke, and even the sound of wind and grass in the yard disappeared.

Fang Junnan and Liu Mingxiu sat silently on the wicker chairs at the door. The former had a straight waist, while the latter was weakly leaning on his shoulders, holding his big hand tightly with her small hands. There are more and more wine jars at Li Sinian's feet, but the smell of alcohol on his body is tightly locked, as if he is afraid of disturbing the atmosphere here.

Xiao Erhei fiddled with Santiao for a while. Poor Santiao didn't know whether he was frightened or infected by the atmosphere here. He let Xiao Erhei bully him without saying a word and did not let out a scream.

Diemeng patted Xiao Erhei's head in dissatisfaction, and Xiao Erhei stopped, but after a while he couldn't help but start playing with it again.

It doesn't mean to bully Sanjou, it just can't stand the atmosphere here, and it's afraid it will suffocate to death if it doesn't find something to do, so the "sensible" Sanjou can only serve as a small way for it to vent.

Suddenly, for the second time today, the courtyard door that had been closed for countless years was pushed open, and two old men walked in.

The one behind was Mu Dong, whom he had seen before, and the one in front was a sturdy old man wearing a black and white robe that looked a bit like a Taoist robe. The robe that was supposed to be loose could not hide his strong muscles, making him look bulging. , if it weren't for his short gray beard and long hair, as well as the wrinkles full of vicissitudes of time, you would be hard-pressed to believe that he was an old man and not a martial artist in his prime.

Is this Mu Fangli, the former head of the Mu family?

Several people immediately cheered up and looked carefully.

To be honest, just based on their first impression, it was hard for them to believe that the person in front of them was the legendary leader of the Mu family who "sees the sky and everything in the world". If it weren't for the fact that the old man was strong but not fat, Li Sinian even doubted whether this tall old man might be related to the Hao family in Mobei.

When they saw those eyes, they believed it.

It was just an exchange of glances, without any exchange of energy. Everyone, including Xiao Erhei, felt that the hairs all over his body stood on end. It was as if he had been gently caressed by an invisible hand from the inside to the outside. Everything in front of him is invisible.

They had experienced this feeling once, when they faced a Taoist priest.

Compared to the Taoist priest who was calm and easy to control, the control of the man in front of him was obviously worse. He was like a bright light in the dark night. Anyone who saw him would know that he was absolutely extraordinary.

Maybe it's intentional?

No one knew, and no one dared to stare directly into those intimidating eyes and continue to investigate. Several people looked away.

"I'm sorry, I haven't been able to practice well, so I shocked some of the little friends. I am Mu Fangli, a bad old man from the Mu family, and the grandfather of your friend Li Chuyi."

The old man was very kind and said proactively with a slight smile.

Several people hurriedly stood up to greet him, their attitude was extremely respectful. Even Xiao Erhei restrained himself. The very obedient person stood up and cupped his front paws, and sweetly shouted "Hello Grandpa", making Mu Fangli burst into laughter.

"You are Xiao Erhei, right? The friend you met in Xuan Bingjing Prison on the first day of junior high school. How is your father?"

Xiao Erhei was startled, and his claws tightened and he almost crushed Santiao to death.

Does this old man know its origin?

"Don't be afraid. I know that your father is a great master of ancient demons. I have always wanted to pay him a visit. However, the formation of Xuanbingjingjing is too powerful. I am also busy with chores and have no time to spare. That's why I haven't been able to. It’s OK. It’s a pity that I can see the descendant of the ancient demon today.”

After swallowing his saliva, Xiao Erhei put on a smile and nodded, feeling secretly relieved.

It seems that the old man only guessed half of it and did not know the real details. He only thought that Lao Fudou was some banned ancient demon. Otherwise, even without the obstruction of the Cold Hell Formation, he would not have dared to go if he had three courages. "Meet" a true mythical beast.

After talking for a few words, Mu Fangli turned his eyes and looked at the closed door.

"Is he...in there?"

Everyone nodded in unison, and Fang Junnan bowed slightly and asked respectfully: "Senior, do you want to go in?"

Mu Fangli's eyes were full of excitement. He was about to nod and say yes, but suddenly hesitated.

"I...just wait."

With a sigh, Mu Fangli casually summoned a wicker chair and sat down. Mu Dong stood behind him respectfully.

Waving to a few people, Mu Fangli said gently: "Sit down, don't be formal. My old face is a bit scary, but I don't eat people."

Everyone immediately became happy and relaxed.

They didn't dare to be so casual. Everyone sat down in front of Mu Fangli respectfully, and no one dared to sit on an equal footing with him.

Smiling noncommittally, Mu Fangli nodded secretly in his heart, secretly thinking that Li Chuyi had made good friends and was very polite in his advances and retreats.

After a pause, Mu Fangli sighed softly.

"You also know that the kid in the first grade of junior high school has been separated from me since he was a child. I have had some news about him intermittently over the years, but it is all very general and not to my satisfaction. You are all his friends and have experienced a lot together. I want to ask you for a favor. Can you tell me what happened to him over the years? Don't be afraid to be verbose. As long as you know the more details, the better. I failed to fulfill my responsibility as a grandfather. I can grow up with him, but I don’t want to miss any of the things he has experienced, whether good or bad.”

Several people were startled, and then sighed secretly.

For Mu Fangli to be able to say such words with a hint of pleading really made them have mixed feelings.

This is not the powerful head of the Mu family. He is simply an old man who lost his beloved grandson in his early years and eagerly wanted to make up for it when he reunited in his later years.

Everyone arrived at the door, but they didn't dare to open the door and go in. Instead, they pulled them to ask about the past. It seemed that the old family leader Mu, like Li Chuyi, was actually afraid in his heart.

Even being kind to them to the point of self-deprecation and amusement, in addition to the fact that they are Li Chuyi's friends, it is probably also a way to relieve the tension and uneasiness in his heart, or even a hint of gaffe that does not suit his identity.

Poor parents in the world, Li Chuyi is suffering, Mu Fangli... is not easy either.

In the room, Li Chuyi did not cry, but his eyes were always blurry.

The all-conquering Yin and Yang Dao Eyes once again lost their function. No matter how much he rubbed his eyes, he could not see anything clearly. All he could see was the coolness on the back of his hands.

There was a very nice fragrance in the house. He was not a Taoist priest, nor was he Li Sinian. He could not identify what kind of fragrance it was, but he knew the origin of this smell. It was the smell of his mother.

Upstairs and downstairs are spotless. The protective array of the small building is very good at isolating the dust from the outside world, and is also very good at locking in the smell that has not dissipated for a long time.

Li Chuyi wanted to thank the person who arranged the formation, because his meticulousness allowed him to truly feel the presence of his mother for the first time, which provided him with a basis for imagining what it would be like to cling to his mother's side. .

Li Chuyi also hated the person who arranged the formation. Why did he still take this kind of job when he knew that his level was not high enough?

What's the use of just retaining the fragrance? Why don't you find someone with higher attainments to retain the former popularity of this place?

The house is warm and fragrant, but it is not popular. What is the difference between this place and an abandoned house?

With blurred eyes, Li Chuyi carefully touched every piece of furniture and decoration in the house, wondering in his mind whether this piece was personally selected by his mother, and whether that piece was placed by her mother herself. of. He was very glad that he didn't bring Xiao Erhei in with him. If Xiao Erhei's two pairs of hairy dog ​​paws touched anything, it would be a stain. His mother would definitely be angry if she found out.

If you are angry...will you hit me?

Li Chuyi laughed stupidly, thinking that since my young master is thick-skinned and has been trained by stinky Taoist priests since he was a child to be invulnerable, even if his mother...

Even if...

Stinky Taoist priest...

It can't be fought.

Because my mother is no longer here.

His eyes became blurry, and the change from hot to cold on his face made him very uncomfortable. He rubbed his eyes as hard as punching, and an unknown fire suddenly rose up. He subconsciously drew the sword with his right hand and struck it down with all his strength. But halfway through the strike, he suddenly came to his senses, and his left hand shot out with lightning to block the sword. In front of the blade.

His left arm went cold, and the sharp pain that followed made his mind clear. Not paying attention to the injury, he released the hilt of the sword with his right hand and let the Yaizhen Sword embed in his left arm. He danced his hands together to collect all the scattered sword energy and spilled blood into a bloody sword balloon.

After looking around and seeing nowhere to put it, he simply opened his mouth and swallowed it. Instantly, his throat and chest were burning, and tears and snot could not help but flow out.

"The blood belongs to me, and the sword energy also belongs to me. They come from the same source, so why does it still hurt so much!"

He carefully pulled out the sword and put it back into its sheath, not because he was afraid of aggravating the injury, but because he was worried that the spilled blood would contaminate the purity here.

The heat in his chest and abdomen was slowly fading away, and the majestic vitality hidden in his body made his healing speed weird. With a grin on his face, Li Chuyi shook his head mockingly.

He is probably the only person in the world who dares to swallow sword energy.

Thanks to his strong body and weak sword energy, anyone else would have died on the spot if he had been playing like this. But he didn't regret it, because the pain made his eyes clear.

Looking at the small table that was almost broken in half, Li Chuyi murmured: "Table, table, thank my mother, you are alive thanks to her blessing, you have to be grateful, you know?"

Muttering, Li Chuyi walked up to the second floor shaking his head.

The second floor is not like the first floor. It is an octagonal open house without partitions. Only the side with the stairs has no windows. The entrance to the stairs was simply blocked by a few exquisite screens. After turning around, what came into view was an elegant boudoir with a book-like aroma.

A large bed, which is too spacious for three people to lie flat on, is located in the center. The intervals between the surrounding windows are filled with bookshelves. A desk with engraved phoenixes is placed in the north. There are also many things such as red bedding, tea sets, musical instruments, and chess sets. Everyone, there are books corresponding to them on the bookshelf behind them.

"Bagua array?"

The little fat man is also a very discerning person. Although he has always been confused about the formation path, it is still no problem to recognize the formation, especially the Bagua formation that is so obvious.

Taoist eyes scanned the area and found nothing dangerous. Li Chuyi walked in and walked around. He stopped in front of each desk for a moment and laughed at himself at the end.

"It seems that my mother is really a versatile person. She knows everything. It's a pity that I didn't take after her. It must be that the blood of the dog|day emperor is not good, and I have become stupid. Otherwise, I can learn the skills of the Taoist priests. Alas!"

Walking around, he finally settled in front of the desk. Not for anything else, just for a painting on the wall behind the desk.

The painting shows a woman with a faint smile, who is almost exactly the same as Mu Xueqing, but Li Chuyi feels that the woman in the painting is more beautiful than Mu Xueqing, not only because she is his mother, but also because of the unforgettable unique temperament of the woman.

Mu Xueqing's temperament is very friendly. There is always a sense of security when staying with her, just like a neighbor sister who can speak freely, and people will relax involuntarily.

But the woman in the painting is different. She is also very friendly, but more of an attraction. It is hard to forget after one look, and it will be difficult to extricate oneself after a long look. This attraction is not divided by gender, and there is no sense of obscenity, because when you look at her, you will feel that this idea is a blasphemy, and you will hate yourself, and then consciously abandon this idea, and gradually fall into a kind of peace that is difficult to describe.

If Mu Xueqing brings people peace of mind, then his mother Mu Xueling brings people - forgetfulness.

Forget all the troubles, enter the empty and dark state of mind with a peaceful mentality, Li Chuyi feels creepy when he thinks about it.

He doesn't know how a person can give people this feeling, which is even more terrifying than illusion, especially now that only a painting can make people feel this way. Li Chuyi suddenly feels like facing the seven-day cicada, and can't see any clues in the fog.

In the past, he heard the Taoist say that his mother was respected as the saint of the Mu family, and he thought it was just a title of status.

Now it seems that she deserves it!

Naturally, he had no evil thoughts in his heart, only his unshakable admiration for his mother. He stared at the portrait with unprecedented concentration, his eyes wandering between every line bit by bit, unwilling to let go of a single line.

He knew that Mu Xueling and Mu Xueqing were almost exactly the same, but no matter how similar they were, they were not the same person, and the woman in front of him was his mother.

When facing Mu Xueqing, his family feelings were very weak, and he did not have the legendary feeling of blood connection when they first met. It was not until he learned the truth and gradually became familiar with her that his feelings became stronger little by little.

But the woman in front of him was different. The first time he saw her, he felt so wronged that he wanted to cry.

The portrait was extremely vivid, and Li Chuyi could even feel the charm in his mother's bright eyes. The joy from the heart deeply infected him, and he laughed unconsciously.

There were tears in his eyes, but his vision was not blurred. He was wrapped in an unprecedented sense of comfort, and his heart was warm.

At some point, his feet left the ground and slowly floated to the bedside. His tearful eyes closed, but the portrait had been deeply engraved in his heart and he had never looked away.

His body softened and fell backwards, and suddenly stopped before touching the bed.

The strong obsession that could not be destroyed stimulated his instinctive reaction. Dao Yuan quietly appeared and covered his whole body, holding him a little away from the bed. Only then did his body soften and relax, curling up like a baby and falling asleep.

In the dream, he saw his mother holding his hand, not speaking, but smiling at him gently.

Outside the dream, the Jiaozi sword floated up and slowly floated around the bed, and the rotten gourd also flashed, and the gourd mouth quietly opened a little.

And Mu Xueling in the portrait, I don’t know if it’s an illusion, the ink on her eyes is slightly moist, and the outline at the corner of her mouth seems to have changed, making her smile look more gentle.

Li Chuyi didn’t know all this.

He slept very deeply, and the most sweetly ever.

Therefore, he did not notice that a small golden bell appeared silently around his neck, as if it had been there from the beginning to the end.

The Ya Zi Sword seemed to be worried that the golden bell would harm its master, but as soon as the sword head moved, the mouth of the rotten gourd was aimed at it.

The two magic weapons confronted each other silently for a moment. Seeing that the golden bell did not make any trouble, the Ya Zi Sword gave up and acquiesced to its existence. The rotten gourd also turned its mouth, as if nothing had happened.

The golden bell did not care about these at all.

It moved gently, without any sound, but it sounded a joyful bell in Li Chuyi's heart, making his dream sweeter and filling the emptiness in his heart a little bit.