Chapter 564 Farewell

One twist and one trick?

Master Situ thought he had seen it wrong and couldn't help but blink. When he looked again, Mo Hua's expression was as usual, he was still cute and well-behaved, with a hint of confusion, and there was no other abnormality.

"What exactly is going on?"

Master Situ was puzzled and murmured in his heart.

On the other side, Bai Qingcheng was also a little unbelievable.

The demon in the heart of Tao is dissolved...

Senior brother, is he merciful?

This is impossible……

Bai Qingcheng couldn't help but ask: "Mo Hua...are you okay?"

Mo Hua nodded, "Uncle, I'm fine."

Everyone looked at each other, and then Master Yuhua asked tentatively: "Little brother, have you ever seen a Taoist with a strange aura?"

"I've seen it before," Mo Hua said truthfully.

Everyone was shocked, and then someone asked: "Where is that Taoist?"

"Leave." Mo Hua said.

Everyone was stunned, "Leaving?"

"Yes," Mo Hua nodded, "Master taught me the meditation technique. When evil thoughts enter the body, if you meditate quietly, you can control yourself and guard your mind and suppress evil thoughts..."

"I meditated for a while, Master..."

Mo Hua almost shouted "Uncle", but he held back and changed his words, "...that Taoist... saw that my Taoist heart was firm and impeccable, so he left..."

A group of emerging monks were listening to a book from heaven.

Dao Heart Seed Demon...is this what it is?

But the young monk in front of him had clean eyes and clear thoughts, and was obviously free from the control of evil thoughts.

"Meditation technique..."

All the immortals were curious, could this also be Mr. Zhuang's method?

They wanted to ask, but it was not easy to ask such a thing.

Master Situ frowned.

Bai Qingcheng was even more stunned.

Others don't know, but she and Mr. Zhuang come from the same school, how could they not know what meditation is used for?

Meditation is used to calm down and cultivate the mind and get rid of distracting thoughts.

It can also restore consciousness.

But to say that it can restrain oneself and keep one's mind and drive away demons in one's mind is obviously nonsense...

Bai Qingcheng glanced at the ink painting.

Mo Hua's little face was serious and serious, with a hint of confusion in his "honest" eyes, which didn't look like he was lying at all.

This made Bai Qingcheng have some self-doubt.

Could it be that I didn’t study well, or that I didn’t study correctly?

Is there any deeper knowledge about meditation?

Bai Qingcheng was a little confused.

But no matter what, the ink painting is safe and sound, which is a good thing.

Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief.

Unless they had to, they didn't want to kill a teenage monk.

What's more, this young monk's identity is somewhat special.

However, they were still a little worried, fearing that Mo Hua's demonic thoughts were still dormant and the demon seeds were dormant, and his sanity would suddenly be eroded and he would go crazy, so they could only lock him in the room and observe him for a while.

A few days later, everything was normal in the ink painting, and there was no strange evil aura.

Everyone was relieved and released the ink paintings.

Only Master Situ would look thoughtfully at the ink paintings occasionally, with a hint of worry in his eyes.

He could never forget the look in Mo Hua's eyes he saw in a trance that day.

The look in his eyes that is half clear, half weird, and yet perfectly natural is really weird.

It's better to be clear...

But this weirdness... the more I look at it, the more it looks like a trickster...

He was always afraid that one day Mo Hua's consciousness would suddenly change, his pupils would turn black, and he would turn into a small "trickster"...

Fortunately, after that, the expression of the ink painting was as usual, nothing unusual.

Only then did Master Situ feel relieved.

At this point, the matter of the deceitful man has been settled and comes to an end.

The Mysterious Sky Formation has been solved, and the bottleneck of the Mo Painting Tianyan Jue has been broken. He can consider officially building the foundation.

It’s just that you need to spend some time preparing before building the foundation.

Warm up the meridians and sea of ​​qi, buy some elixirs for backup, and prepare spiritual stones. The most important thing is to thoroughly refine the remaining evil thoughts, so that the mind and body are the same, leaving no flaws, otherwise you will not worry.

But the other monks had to leave first.

A group of people emerged, including the various families and sect forces in Daoting, as well as Bai Qingcheng.

For ink painting, foundation building is a big deal.

But to other monks, especially these immortal immortals, it is no matter how trivial it is.

The established itinerary will not change.

No one cares whether Mo Hua, a small Qi refining monk, can build a foundation...

In the next few days, Master Yuhua left one after another.

Three days later, Mr. Zhuang will also be sent to the Bai family.

Mo Hua put aside the matter of foundation building for the time being.

He was afraid that he would never see his master again, so he stayed by Mr. Zhuang's side every day these days.

The master who was once as gentle as the spring breeze turned into rain, now lay there cold and cold.

Mo Hua felt very sad.

He wished that his master could open his eyes, look at him again, and talk to him, but unfortunately, all these were delusions.

Sometimes when Mo Hua was tired, he would lie down and sleep.

The dim, warm light of the Changming lamp draped over his body, as if someone was comforting him, but it was a pity that Mo Hua knew nothing about it.

Mo Hua fell asleep that day, hazy, and then heard someone talking.

It's Master Situ and Uncle Bai.

Maybe they thought Mo Hua was asleep, so they didn't avoid Mo Hua.

"...Can it be saved?"

"It's difficult..."

As soon as Mo Hua heard this old voice, he knew it was Zhenren Situ.

"...In addition to the loss of the secrets of heaven, my own body is also...Alas, the sea of ​​qi is broken, the sea of ​​consciousness is exhausted, the bones of the Tao are taken away, and the blood and blood are burned by the sword energy. There is no way to make up for it..."

"Even if there are some heaven-defying treasures in the future, it is only the first step to make up for this body..."

"The consciousness is the most troublesome..."

"This involves the secrets of heaven, and cause and effect..."

Bai Qingcheng's face was pale, "Is there really no chance..."

Situ Zhenren shook his head, "This kind of thing is the same as becoming an immortal..."

"Is there a chance to become an immortal? Of course there is, but in this vast Jiuzhou, among all the living beings, for tens of thousands of years, no one has become an immortal..."

"There is a chance, but it is too slim. This kind of chance is almost the same as having no chance..."

Bai Qingcheng sighed.

Master Situ hesitated for a moment and persuaded: "I have something to say, Master Bai, you... may not like to hear it..."

Bai Qingcheng was stunned, "Senior, please tell me..."

Master Situ said carefully: "Now, Mr. Zhuang has just died..."

Master Situ paused here, feeling that something was wrong.

Saying "dead", but there is still a glimmer of life, but saying "not dead" is actually almost the same as being dead...

"Mr. Zhuang's life is at stake..."

Master Situ changed his words, and then continued, "You lost your senior brother, and your heart is sad, but this sadness is only temporary."

"You want to save Mr. Zhuang, but this intention is actually... only temporary... After a long time, your thoughts will fade..."

Master Situ sighed deeply like an experienced person:

"The life span of a cultivator is long, and this fleeting time is enough to erase all regrets and pain. People become numb as they live, and there is nothing that they can't let go of..."

"So..." Master Situ sighed, "Master Bai, you should practice on your own and care about your own affairs. Others, don't force it..."

Bai Qingcheng was silent for a while.

She knew that Master Situ was right.

She had regretted and suffered in her life, and felt that life was meaningless, but as long as she endured a few years and stepped over that hurdle...

As time passed, the grief and frustration of the past would fade away, just like a healed scar, which is ugly but no longer painful.

Just like Senior Brother...

She is heartbroken now, but after a long time, she may become numb and forget...

Bai Qingcheng pursed her lips, "What if I have to save him?"

Master Situ frowned and said, "That will be hard..."

"Mr. Zhuang has too many karmas, too many enemies, and conflicts of interest..."

"How many people in this world want Mr. Zhuang to die? Whether it is the Taoist court or the Demon Sect, I am afraid no one wants to save him."

"If you save him, there will be many obstacles."

"It is very difficult to bring the dead back to life... In addition to a large number of spiritual stones and spiritual objects, you need to persevere and persevere. Along the way, you will suffer and suffer, accompanied by uninterrupted hope and despair. It is difficult to persevere..."

"You need an extremely tenacious heart of Taoism to stick to your original intention and persevere..."

"And... this is not enough."

"The body is saved, but the Tianji is dead, and he still can't live..."

"You must have the Tianji formation containing the avenue of life and death, so It is possible to make up for Mr. Zhuang's death and exchange for a glimmer of life..."

"Stealing yin and yang, seizing destiny, and reversing life and death..."

"This kind of formation is extremely profound, extremely powerful, and extremely ancient. Most of them are annihilated in ancient Taoist temples or forbidden areas where cultivators have been extinct. Where can you find the formation diagram?"

"Even if there is a formation diagram, who can learn it?"

"No one can learn it..."

"Even if you learn it, who has the ability to really build it?"

Situ Zhenren frowned and sighed sincerely:

"People often say that formations are profound and extensive, but only people like us who have truly studied formations to the depths know how profound formations are!"

"There are mountains outside mountains and heavens outside heavens."

"But outside heavens, there are still untouchable heavens..."

"Some formations in this world are extremely profound and difficult, and they are not even for 'people' to learn..."

Situ Zhenren's old face even showed a trace of despair.

…

Bai Qingcheng also looked frightened, but she was silent for a moment, still gritted her teeth and said stubbornly:

"I won't give up!"

Master Situ sighed and nodded.

Whether he really wouldn't give up or not, he had said what he should say, and he didn't say anything more.

But Mo Hua, who was lying on his side, heard everything.

"Stealing yin and yang, seizing destiny, defying life and death..."

He kept this sentence firmly in his heart.

The sky gradually brightened, and Master Situ and his uncle left after discussing things.

Mo Hua opened his eyes and slowly sat up.

He glanced at Mr. Zhuang again, remembered the appearance of his master, and made a secret decision.

"I will save the master that others can't save!"

"I will learn the formation that others can't learn!"

"Even if everyone in this world wants my master to die, I will let my master come back to life and live well!"

Mo Hua's face was serious, his eyes were firm, and he engraved this oath deeply in his heart.

The rising sun cast its rays on the master and his disciple.

Mo Hua murmured:

"Master, please take a nap first..."

"When the time comes, I will call you..."

...

Three days later, Bai Qingcheng was about to leave.

She wants to take away Mr. Zhuang, who has locked the cause and effect, and is on the line between life and death, and she also wants to bring Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi back to the Bai family.

Bai Zixi found Bai Qingcheng and said firmly:

"Mom, I want to bring my junior brother back to the Bai family..."

Bai Zisheng also nodded, "Mom, please take the ink paintings back..."

Bai Qingcheng looked a little indifferent, "Why?"

Bai Zixi's eyes were complicated and her thoughts were unclear, so she said: "I promised Master that I will take good care of my junior brother..."

"Yeah." Bai Zisheng also nodded.

They moved out of the master, and I thought my mother would give them face.

But Bai Qingcheng shook his head and said, "You take care of me, how do you take care of me?"

Both of them were stunned.

Bai Qingcheng said: "When we get to the Bai family, if he encounters danger, who can protect him?"

"You guys?"

"What can you do if you only refine your Qi? Even if you build a foundation, what can you do?"

"In the second-level cultivation world, foundation-building monks can call the wind and rain, but in the Bai family, who can protect only foundation-building monks?"

Bai Qingcheng looked at the two children and couldn't bear it, but still said bluntly:

"What's more, you are descendants of the Bai family. You rely on the Bai family, not yourself. You want to protect him, but if one day in the future..."

"Is the Bai family going to harm him?"

"What do you do? What can you do?"

"Can you resist the family?"

"With your cultivation, how can you resist the Bai family, which is a powerful family of ten thousand years?"

"If you can't resist, are you going to watch...your little junior brother die?"

Bai Qingcheng's words were cold and realistic.

Both Bai Zixi looked pale, lowered their heads, and held their hands tightly, but were speechless.

They can't protect anything...

Whether it is master or junior brother...

Bai Qingcheng looked at the two children with slightly painful eyes, and his tone softened slightly:

"Monk, after all, you still have to rely on your own cultivation..."

"I know that you two are from the same family, but bringing that child Mo Hua back to the Bai family is not helping him, but harming him..."

"The Bai family is too big, the cause and effect is too deep, and it is too complicated..."

Bai Zixi trembled: "Mom, then..."

Bai Qingcheng hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out his hand, touched Bai Zixi's head, and sighed:

"Let's go..."

"Forgetting this little junior brother of yours is the best way to protect him..."

…

The junior senior brother and junior senior sister are leaving.

They will go to Liyuan City, take the Feitian Yundu, and leave the border of Dali Mountain.

Ink painting to say goodbye.

This was his first time to Liyuan City, and it was also his first time to see Yundu.

The Yundu is very large and gorgeous. When it stops at the ferry, it looks like a giant kun riding on the wings of the sky. It is said that when it flies, it looks like a big ship in the sea of ​​clouds. It is extremely fast and can cross state boundaries.

The principle of cloud crossing seems to be to use the flow of spiritual energy to rise on the clouds.

Mo Hua was very curious, but because parting was imminent, he felt a little depressed and had no intention of studying Yundu...

Bai Zisheng was afraid that Mo Hua would be unhappy, so he chattered a lot.

They are all scenic spots in Qianzhou, such as the monastic buildings that reach the sky, the antique temples and temples, the sword energy waterfall hanging from the sky, the Bai Family Ancient Pavilion, Sanqing Lingshan... and so on.

Mo Hua listened with gusto.

Bai Zisheng also asked Mo Hua to go to Bai's house to play.

But I told him to go with higher cultivation level.

There are many bad guys in the Bai family who might harm him...

Mo Hua gave Bai Zisheng a gift, which was a big dragon controlled by the Spiritual Pivot Formation. Compared with before, it was no longer a reptile.

The ink painting is equipped with two wings, which can be fluttered off the ground. Although it does not "fly" high, it is much better than crawling on the ground.

Just adding wings would make it a bit ugly.

Mo Hua also promised, "After I learn the formations well, I will make you a dragon that can fly without wings!"

Bai Zisheng was very happy, and then asked Mo Hua:

"Did you learn the trick I taught you well?"

Mo Hua was stunned, "What trick?"

Bai Zisheng looked unhappy and said word by word: "Fei! Dragon! Here! Sky!"

Mo Hua remembered Bai Zisheng's own trick, jumping into the sky, getting into a stance, then holding a spear, and shooting down from the sky...

Mo Hua was a little embarrassed, "Well...can I not learn..."

Just a mere flower display, useless at all.

"No!" Bai Zisheng insisted: "This is a move I created myself. I only teach you. In the world, we are the only two seniors who know it! You must learn it hard!"

Mo Hua said helplessly: "Okay..."

Bai Zisheng nodded with satisfaction when he saw Mo Hua agreeing. Then he thought of something and felt a little depressed.

"I originally wanted to go back to Tongxian City to meet Uncle Mo and Aunt Liu, but I can't go now. Qianzhou is so far away. I don't know if I will have the chance in the future..."

The food made by Aunt Liu is delicious.

Bai Zisheng missed the carefree days of eating and drinking in Tongxian City endlessly.

Mo Hua comforted him, "There will be a chance."

Bai Zisheng cheered up and nodded.

Mo Hua thought for a moment and then asked: "Where is the little senior sister..."

Along the way, he didn't see the little senior sister...

Bai Zisheng was slightly startled and sighed, "She originally wanted you to go to Bai's house, but now, you can't go, so maybe she's a little embarrassed to see you..."

What's so embarrassing about this...

Mo Hua whispered: "Is the young senior sister losing her temper?"

Bai Zisheng thought for a while and nodded, "I guess so..."

But he also knew that it probably wasn't.

Ever since hearing her mother's words, Zixi locked herself in the room and saw no one. She seemed to be afraid and felt uncomfortable when she saw Mo Hua again.

Bai Zisheng didn't quite understand and shook his head.

It’s normal to feel uncomfortable after separation.

That’s why I want to see more of you...

Bai Zisheng reluctantly chatted with Mo Hua for a long time, until someone urged him and the Yundu was about to leave, then he said goodbye to Mo Hua and entered the ferry with three steps and two steps back.

"We really have to...separate..."

Before walking into Yundu, Bai Zisheng's eyes suddenly turned sore.

For so many days and nights, every moment the three of us got along, the laughter, the noise, all came to mind...

Bai Zisheng tried hard to hold back his tears, and finally took a look at the ink painting, remembering his junior brother's appearance in his heart, and then took a step into the huge cloud crossing.

Mo Hua stood at the ferry, feeling reluctant to leave, but still silently watching the young senior brother and the invisible young senior sister leave.

Among the clouds.

Bai Zisheng knocked on Bai Zixi's door, "Aren't you going to meet your junior brother?"

There was silence in the room.

"If you don't go see me, it's very likely that you'll never see me again..."

Across the door, there was still no response from inside.

Bai Zisheng shook his head helplessly, held the big dragon that his junior brother gave him in his arms, and turned around to leave.

Inside the room, Bai Zixi sat quietly, her dark eyelashes trembling, her beautiful eyes a little lonely.

The clear sunlight shone in, and her cheeks were slightly pale, adding a bit of melancholic beauty to the originally cold and flawless face.

She just sat quietly, not knowing what to think, and her mood was complicated and slightly chaotic.

A moment later, a huge buzzing sound sounded from Yundu.

Bai Zixi was suddenly startled. Bai Zisheng's words rang in her mind again:

"It's very possible... that we will never see each other again..."

Her heart trembled, and she quickly stood up, walked out of the room, and came to the deck of Yundu.

But at this time, Yundu has already set sail.

The sky is clear, and the gorgeous and huge body of Yundu rises through the clouds, turning up layers of cloud waves.

When Bai Zixi looked again, the sea of ​​clouds was vast.

The small figure painted in ink had been obscured by the sea of ​​clouds in the sky, and completely disappeared from her eyes...

Never... can be seen again...

Bai Zixi felt a pain in her chest, like a knife, and a tear as crystal as ice and snow slowly slid down her pale and flawless cheek...

The white clouds are like huge waves, and the cloud currents are like ocean currents. They carry the clouds across the sea and sail far away in the wind, drifting further and further away in the endless sea of ​​clouds...

The road is long and separated by seas of clouds.

This time we say goodbye, I don’t know when we will meet again.