MOF Chapter 45

Chapter 45: The Reclusive Liu and the Reclusive Mo, The Autumn Wind Doesn’t Recognize the Path Down the Mountain…

Gu Huanzhi walked to Gui Wenxin’s side, wanting to offer a few words of comfort, but after standing for a while, he said nothing. Everyone was quiet for a moment, the Undecided World disciples’ eyes were red, all silently enduring.

Xie Yiling was still a little unresponsive. The person he had just seen not long ago was now without bones or spirit, as if they had never existed. He felt a burst of panic in his heart, and he didn’t even hear Nangong Ci calling him.

“Xie Ci, Xie Ci?” Nangong Ci frowned, he put his arm around Xie Yiling’s shoulder and held him in his arms.

Feeling a heartbeat and body temperature that didn’t belong to him, Xie Yiling slowly regained his senses. He thought he was indestructible, not even caring about the Heavenly Dao’s erasure in his previous life, let alone being afraid of death.

But now, merely witnessing Yin Fengyue sacrificing herself to uphold the Dao, he couldn’t help but feel fear in his heart.

At this moment, he finally understood that what he was afraid of was never death, but being forgotten. And because he was too afraid, he deliberately avoided thinking about it.

The two’s position was obvious, and the act of embracing attracted the attention of many people.

Xie Yiling turned his face and saw the people below, and withdrew from Nangong Ci’s embrace.

“What’s wrong?” Nangong Ci asked, puzzled.

Xie Yiling said in a low voice, “Young Master Yue and Sect Leader Shen are here.”

Nangong Ci looked down and saw Nangong Yue looking at them.

“Let’s go down.” His tone was gentle, as if comforting, “Don’t worry.”

The two flew down together.

“Brother, Sect Leader Shen.” Nangong Ci saluted.

Shen Heshuang waved his hand, indicating that there was no need for formalities, and sighed, “It’s a pity, we were still one step too late.”

Xie Yiling turned his head to look at Gui Wenxin, only to see him dazedly retrieve his sword, walking numbly towards the Undecided World, all the Undecided World disciples following.

Before he could retrieve his gaze, he saw Ji Bie walking towards him.

“Young Master Xie,” Ji Bie said to him, “Since I couldn’t catch Wen Liangchen and the others, I shouldn’t stay here any longer. Farewell.”

Xie Yiling had many questions in his heart, such as Ji Bie’s origins and who he was avenging, but there was no opportunity to figure them out one by one at the moment, so he had to say, “Young Master Ji, we’ll meet again if fate allows!”

Ji Bie nodded, turned and left, quickly disappearing from everyone’s sight.

“Brother and Sect Leader Shen,” Nangong Ci’s voice drew Xie Yiling’s attention back, “Did you come specifically for Ding Yuan?”

“That’s right.” The events that had occurred during this time had left Shen Heshuang looking much more haggard, “I just didn’t expect that the daughter of Sect Leader Gui would be so heroic and righteous. By the time we arrived, she had already…”

Nangong Ci said, “Sect Leader Gui is still guarding the spiritual artifact. I’m afraid this matter will be a great blow to him.”

Suddenly losing a daughter who had been regarded as the apple of his eye for many years was undoubtedly a great pain in life.

Shen Heshuang thought for a moment and said, “Since we’re here, let’s go take a look.”

Nangong Ci looked at Xie Yiling, “Let’s go.”

Just as the group entered the Undecided World, they heard a strange “whoosh” sound, followed by a red firework exploding in the night sky.

This was a “Golden Lantern Firework,” released when someone in the Immortal Sect passed away.

They quickly quickened their pace and saw all the disciples of the Undecided World standing silently in front of the hall.

Three Golden Lantern Fireworks in a row bloomed in the sky above the Undecided World, and Gui Huaici slowly walked out of the hall.

His eyes filled with tears, he looked at the remnants of the Golden Lantern Fireworks in the sky and said in a vicissitudes of voice, “My daughter, born as a hero, died as a spirit, although she has passed away, her spirit has not been lost. Holy Heavens above, I hope you will escort my little daughter’s soul and smoothly enter the Netherworld!”

Xie Yiling understood in his heart that Yin Fengyue’s dedication to Ding Yuan most likely shattered her three souls and seven spirits, making it difficult to enter the cycle of reincarnation. Entering the Netherworld was already the best result.

Gui Huaici seemed to have aged more than ten years in an instant, but he still mustered his energy to instruct the disciples to arrange accommodations for Xie Yiling’s group who had come to help.

Xie Yiling was led to his room by a disciple of the Undecided World, Nangong Ci was next door to him.

Perhaps influenced by Yin Fengyue’s self-sacrifice, Xie Yiling paced around the room like a headless fly, unable to calm down and fall asleep, the four words “sacrificing oneself to uphold the Dao” echoing repeatedly in his mind.

Suddenly, a slight door opening sound came from next door. Nangong Ci passed by his room, but then walked away.

Xie Yiling leaned against the door and listened as the footsteps gradually disappeared, carefully pushing the door open a crack.

Where was Nangong Ci going so late?

He saw the magic circle outside the door, feeling a sense of melancholy and admiration for the Undecided World’s thorough hospitality. Then he went out, walking along the base of the wall while guessing which direction Nangong Ci had gone.

After walking for a while, Xie Yiling felt that this method was too laborious, so he flew up to the high wall, half-bent over, and lightly moved forward.

He looked down and around and quickly found Nangong Ci’s figure in the courtyard. In the empty courtyard, Nangong Ci’s white clothes were half-merged into the night, sitting alone at a stone table.

A night breeze suddenly rose, the wind passing through the bamboo forest, three or four wine bottles of unknown origin were tilted on the table, and a petal or two fell on his shoulder. His eyebrows were sharp, furrowed like peaks, his sorrowful sword brows hidden in his black temples, and his sadness soaked into his eyes from his cold pupils.

Xie Yiling suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart, glimpsing how Nangong Ci had spent countless nights.

Perhaps his gaze was too intense, Nangong Ci quickly noticed and turned his head slightly, meeting his emotionally complex eyes.

The cool breeze was gentle, the surrounding forest was deep and shadowy, and the high walls towered.

Xie Yiling felt a little flustered by his gaze, instinctively taking a step back, but he didn’t expect his footing to soften, his body to tilt, and his mind completely forgot that he possessed spiritual power, foolishly rolling down the dark green roof tiles with a “thud.”

He cried out in pain, and before he could get up, Nangong Ci’s worried voice rang out above him.

“Xie Ci, are you hurt?”

Xie Yiling had been closing his eyes, but upon hearing the voice, he opened them. Nangong Ci was leaning down to help him up.

The fabric was soft, and the fragrance of wine wafted over him. All he could see were Nangong Ci’s immortal robes, a vast expanse of white.

“Does it hurt here?” Nangong Ci looked him over and rubbed his arms and knees.

Xie Yiling didn’t answer, instead poking his chest, “So you run out to drink by yourself without telling me, and you even made me lose face like this.”

There was no one around, Nangong Ci wrapped his right hand around his back, his left hand around his legs, and lifted him up with a single effort.

Xie Yiling was startled, “What are you doing? What kind of decorum is this?”

Nangong Ci carried him all the way back to the bedroom and gently placed him on the bed.

“Let me see.” He slowly pinched Xie Yiling’s hands and feet, checking for injuries, “Tell me if it hurts.”

Xie Yiling lay on the bed, covering his heart, “You don’t cherish me after you get me, and you don’t tell me when you go out. Nangong Ci, help me see if my heart is cracked, otherwise why would it be so uncomfortable?”

Nangong Ci lowered his head, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his lips.

“What are you smiling at?” Xie Yiling tilted his head to look at him, “Do you know you’re wrong?”

Not finding any wounds on him, Nangong Ci lay down beside him, relieved.

“Never again.”

Xie Yiling said, “Isn’t that what I should be saying?”

Nangong Ci smiled, “Let me have my way for once.”

Xie Yiling hummed twice, feeling sleepy, and rolled over to lie on Nangong Ci’s chest. After he fell asleep, Nangong Ci helped him into a comfortable sleeping position before continuing to sleep.

How many times had they slept like this in the Southern Return Heavenly Pavilion.

The next morning, Xie Yiling woke up refreshed with Nangong Ci. He left the room, looked up at the sky, and saw that it was cloudless today, with an occasional autumn breeze. He thought to himself, “I wonder how Young Master Liu and the others are doing in Shuo City.”

Mo Wuchou had been guarding the entrance to the forbidden chamber for almost a whole day. Since the rain had stopped, he had been there without moving.

“Wuchou,” Si Wumian said, pressing his sword, and walking over, “You haven’t slept all night?”

He thought that this person would only stand for a while and then go back, but who knew that the other party had been standing all night.

Mo Wuchou did not intend to hide, “I’m not sleepy.”

Si Wumian did not agree at all, “You can’t just stand here like this, today is not the same as before, I will get you something to eat!” After saying that, he walked away in the early morning wind, just like when he came.

The words that Mo Wuchou wanted to say were also trampled flat in Si Wumian’s footsteps.

There was movement behind him, Mo Wuchou quickly turned his head, and saw that the door of the forbidden chamber was opened from the inside.

Liu Weiyuan slowly walked out of the forbidden chamber, his expression did not show any change, but his breathing was much slower.

“Uncle!” Mo Wuchou hurried up, “How are you?”

“It’s nothing serious.” Liu Weiyuan shook his head, smiled at him, “Go see Linyuan, but you have to be mentally prepared, although I have cured him, but I am afraid that he can not completely return to the past. You go in, I am afraid I have to return to White Bone Mountain to recuperate.”

Mo Wuchou was a little worried and followed him a few steps, “Uncle, I will send you back.”

Liu Weiyuan’s clear and cold eyebrows were rarely softened a bit, “Don’t worry, I am not so bad that I can’t go home.”

Mo Wuchou’s heart was suddenly stabbed by this sentence, and it hurt a little. To be precise, he was stabbed by the word “home.”

Yes, Liu Weiyuan has his own home, even if they are uncle and nephew, but he is born to prefer to be alone, and does not pursue family reunion, otherwise he would not have left home for many years without returning.

Family affection is an old guest in people’s memory. After a brief warmth, there is a long-lasting pain.

“Okay.” Mo Wuchou heard his own voice say, “Uncle, be careful on the road.”

Liu Weiyuan did not want to stay here for a long time, perhaps he would rather be with the strange flowers and herbs he raised.

Mo Wuchou followed Liu Weiyuan and sent him a distance. He stood at the intersection where he was about to walk out of Cang Ling Du, watching the green figure walk down the mountain.

He walked lightly and steadily, step by step disappearing from Mo Wuchou’s sight.

Si Wumian took two soft steamed buns from the kitchen, wrapped in cloth. He returned to the forbidden chamber and saw that Mo Wuchou was still standing at the door, but the door of the forbidden chamber had already been opened.

“Where is Young Master Liu?” Si Wumian walked over and asked.

Mo Wuchou had a bit of confusion on his face, he looked up at Si Wumian, for a long time, he said, “Uncle, he has already left.”

“Left?” Si Wumian was a little surprised, “Why did he leave so quickly? What about that Young Master Mo?”

Mo Wuchou looked at Si Wumian’s worried face, meeting his clear and clean eyes, and inexplicably revealed a touch of fragility, “I dare not look.”

“What are you afraid of?” Si Wumian stuffed a steamed bun into his hand, “I will go with you, maybe Young Master Mo is just hungry, you brothers each have one.”

He pushed Mo Wuchou into the forbidden chamber, and saw the person sitting quietly on the ground.

The iron chains fell to the ground, and Mo Linyuan’s body was completely free of restraints. The biggest change was that his pair of originally long nails, curved hands, have now become the same as ordinary people.

“A Yao?” Mo Wuchou’s voice was very low, as if afraid of scaring him.

Hearing the sound, Mo Linyuan turned his head blankly, the pair of white pupils had also become black and white, but it was too clear, giving people the illusion that he was now a child.

Mo Linyuan was so thin that he was almost out of shape, a slight movement would make people who see it tremble with fear, worrying that he would fall apart.

Mo Wuchou’s eyes were a little hot, he observed the younger brother in front of him, carefully handed out the steamed bun in his hand: “Are you hungry?”

“Ah?” The person in front of him made the first voice, he tilted his head, his eyes fell on the steamed bun in Mo Wuchou’s hand.

Mo Linyuan approached, curiously smelled the things in Mo Wuchou’s hand with his nose, his throat could not help but slide up and down, and opened his mouth to take a bite.

Si Wumian and Mo Wuchou looked at each other, their hearts were extremely complicated.

Mo Linyuan ate the entire steamed bun in Mo Wuchou’s hand, and then his eyes shifted, falling on Si Wumian’s hand.

“Ah?” He made the second voice.

Si Wumian understood in an instant, understanding the other party’s meaning. He gently put the steamed bun on Mo Linyuan’s hand, and saw Mo Linyuan holding the steamed bun and showing a silly smile.

“Young Master Mo, it seems, is still a bit mentally unclear?” Si Wumian hesitated and used the word.

Mo Wuchou shook his head: “No. Uncle said, Linyuan was cured, but it is difficult to return to the same as before. His golden core was destroyed, and his spiritual consciousness was also tortured, so his mind was damaged, and it is probably impossible to recover.”

Si Wumian listened to these words, silent for a long time, and opened his mouth, “Peace is good.”

“Yeah.” Mo Wuchou looked gently at Mo Linyuan, who was burying his head and only knew how to eat, and repeated a sentence, “Peace is good.”

Liu Weiyuan left Cang Ling Du, left Shuo City, and walked towards White Bone Mountain. Perhaps it was because of the autumn rain last night that today was particularly cold. He walked very slowly, feeling his body getting more and more tired as he walked.

Liu Weiyuan raised his hand, his palm gently approaching his abdomen. The place where the golden core was originally hidden is now empty. He smiled and continued to move forward without regret.

The autumn wind blew his hair, ruthlessly tearing down his disguise. The originally ink-like green silk was now half black and half white. And the white part was slowly devouring the black half, greedily wanting to merge into one.

Liu Weiyuan knew in his heart that his relationship with the Mo family was over. From then on, there were only three thousand miles of the avenue, only the reclusive Qingyi, and no longer the divine doctor Liu Jing.

The autumn wind does not recognize the mountain road.

Looking out, on the ancient road there was only a man in Qingyi with gorgeous hair, a vermilion face and white temples, leisurely going to the green mountain.

The evil spirit on Mo Linyuan’s body was completely gone, on the contrary, now he looked at everything with a novel and pure appearance, the whole person was like an immortal object turned into a spirit.

“Come, Young Master Mo.” Si Wumian tied a leaf into a flower and handed it to Mo Linyuan, teaching him to identify it, “This is a ginkgo.”

Mo Wuchou watched the two playing happily, could not help but bend the corners of his mouth, but his heart was always heavy, worried about Liu Weiyuan.

“That one is your brother.” Si Wumian pointed to Mo Wuchou not far away, “Young Master Mo, follow me to read brother——”

Mo Linyuan looked at him, and after a long time, he came up with a sound: “Ah?”

“No, it’s brother——”

“Wumian.” Mo Wuchou suddenly called him.

“What’s the matter?” Si Wumian quickly asked.

Mo Wuchou was a little melancholy, the loneliness on his body was dissipated a lot because of the reunion with Mo Linyuan, but it would still be revealed occasionally.

For example, now, Si Wumian felt that if Mo Wuchou did not find someone to confide in the emotions accumulated in his heart, he would probably turn into loneliness itself.

“I do not know where to take A Yao.” Mo Wuchou finally opened his mouth, “Mo City has been destroyed, it is impossible to rebuild. So I thought, first find a place to settle down, and take good care of A Yao.”

Si Wumian heard this, and instantly came up with an idea: “Hey, why don’t you go back to Southern Return with me!”

He smiled brightly, his tone full of expectation: “Southern Return has not recruited new people for almost two years, I am extremely bored every day. If you go there, you can both cultivate the Tao, take care of Young Master Mo, and be with me, is not it a win-win situation?”

Mo Wuchou did not know what he was feeling at the moment. After Mo City was destroyed, he wandered around. Even if he saw the bones of the city with his own eyes, he stubbornly believed that there must still be relatives in the world.

It was originally a dream woven by a fool for himself, until he met Si Wumian.

He wanted relatives, and Si Wumian took him to see Mo Linyuan. He wanted a home, and Si Wumian said he would take him back to Southern Return.

“Do not worry, our Southern Return will definitely not treat you and Young Master Mo badly!” Si Wumian became more and more excited, “The meals in Southern Return are different every day, they are very delicious. There is also a peach forest in the back mountain, when spring comes, the mountains are full of peach blossoms, you will definitely like that scene. By the way, there is also a stream under the back mountain, we can occasionally go to the stream to catch fish, the Sect Leader and the others will not say anything, I remember before…”

He said and said, suddenly paused, seemed to not remember which disciple it was: “Anyway, it is the disciples of Southern Return, often go to catch fish after practicing.”

Si Wumian said to this point, saw that Mo Wuchou did not show a happy look, gradually collected the excited tone: “However, Wuchou, if you do not want to go to Southern Return, I can also help you find another place…”

“There is no unwillingness.” Mo Wuchou said seriously, “Wumian, thank you.”

“Thank you for what!” Si Wumian suddenly smiled, patted Mo Wuchou’s shoulder, “Do not worry, if the Sect Leader and the others know that you will come to Southern Return, they will surely be very happy!”

Today’s sky is gray-white, like light ink painting.

The haze in Mo Wuchou’s heart was largely swept away, he looked at Mo Linyuan, who was squatting on the ground playing with ginkgo leaves, and smiled and shouted, “A Yao!”

Mo Linyuan did not understand that this was his name, but he was now extremely easily attracted by sound, so he turned his head.

“Let’s go.” Mo Wuchou waved to him, “We are going home.”