Fantasy: Transform into an ancient demon and slaughter the world!

The old man was so happy that he was so sad.

Hearing this, Wuxin's eyes looked empty.

Has he ever loved Mu Chenxi?

He had asked himself this question before...

But even he himself didn't know the answer, or he didn't want to know the answer.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the yellow leaves on the sycamore tree slowly fell, fluttering in the air, and then lying quietly on the ground.

These yellow leaves were once full of vitality. They were green and full, hanging on the branches, bathing in the spring breeze and sunshine, so beautiful and quiet.

But now, the cold winter is coming, and their lives have come to an end.

"Never loved."

Wuxin clasped his hands together and replied in a flat voice.

Hearing this, Mu Chenxi's whole body softened, and she almost collapsed to the ground.

"I have never loved... Hehe, it turns out that I was just wishful thinking."

Mu Chenxi covered her chest, and her heart hurt so much.

Seeing this, Wuxin's pupils shrank slightly, but soon relaxed.

Mu Chenxi's rosy eyes stared at Wuxin, and two lines of tears slid down, which made people feel distressed.

"You keep saying that you have never loved."

"But this heart hurts so much."

"Have you forgotten? He is your heart, not mine."

"Your heart hurts!"

Mu Chenxi closed her beautiful eyes, and tears wet her cheeks.

One hundred and three years later, she finally knew the answer.

But the belief that supported her collapsed again...

"That heart... is still hurting?"

Wuxin's eyes fell into confusion.

His heart actually hurts?

The Dao heart he pursued was flawless, but in the end, it was still flawed.

Mu Chenxi retracted her gaze, and her beautiful eyes fell on the sycamore tree, attracted by the falling yellow leaves.

"Just like this bleak autumn, before it was the summer with flowers in full bloom, the flowers bloomed, the green leaves sprouted, although it was short, it was very beautiful."

"Now the flowers have fallen again, the autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are flying. I am like this yellow leaf. I used to hang high on the branches and relied on this big tree so much. Now the cool breeze blows, the wind blows the fallen leaves, and the big tree pushes the yellow leaves away mercilessly."

"The fallen leaves return to their roots. It is the big tree that gives the green leaves life, and it is also the big tree that ends the life of the yellow leaves."

Mu Chenxi said with tears in her eyes.

At this time, her voice has returned to calm, even like a pool of stagnant water.

"Amitabha."

"Master Mu, you are not a yellow leaf, and you don't need to rely on a big tree to live. Your life is not so short, live well."

"Live for yourself."

Wuxin looked at Mu Chenxi and said with a trembling voice.

"Live for myself?"

"Okay, I will."

Mu Chenxi forced a smile, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her jade hands, and then continued: "Thank you for saving me more than a hundred years ago."

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful. As a monk, how can I watch someone die without saving him?"

Wuxin's voice returned to normal again.

"Yes, you have a heart of God and Buddha to save the world. No matter who it is, you will save them and will not hesitate to dig out your Buddha heart for her..."

"Master Wuxin, be well."

Mu Chenxi turned around, leaving only a beautiful figure.

Wuxin stared at Mu Chenxi's back with his eyes, as if he had lost his mind.

"I hope Master Wuxin will give this Xuanbing Seal to Gu Changge."

"There is a cold force left by my master in the Xuanbing Seal, which is enough to offset the attack of a demigod."

"Tell Gu Changge that his sister Gu Anlan is living well in Xuanbing Sect. Now she has received the inheritance of the ancestors in Tianshan Snow Peak. She will come to find him after she comes out of retreat."

With her back to Wuxin, Mu Chenxi said slowly.

She is Gu Anlan's senior sister. She didn't meet Gu Changge this time when she came to Tianbao Tower, so she naturally wanted to pass on the message.

The Xuanbing Seal flew out and fell into Wuxin's hands.

It contains an extremely cold field and exudes a terrifying cold air.

"I will definitely hand the Xuanbing Seal to Changge, and I will tell him the truth."

Wuxin replied expressionlessly.

"Okay, then there will be no regrets."

"By the way, Duan Hongru, the candidate for the Holy Son of Confucius Sect, came to Xuanbing Sect to propose marriage to me some time ago."

"I think it's not bad to form a Taoist couple with him. What do you think, Master Wuxin?"

With his back to Wuxin, Mu Chenxi asked again.

Wuxin was stunned when he heard this voice. His eyes, which were always gentle, rarely flashed two sharp cold rays.

However, the cold rays

It flashed by, and soon it became gentle again.

"This is the matter of Mu Shishi, Wuxin is not in a position to interfere."

Wuxin replied slowly.

"Okay, I got it."

"On the day of the wedding, I hope Master Wuxin will come to witness my daughter's marriage."

After saying this, Mu Chenxi stepped out with her jade feet, then escaped into space and disappeared on the spot.

"Ouch!"

"Sister, you, don't squeeze me!!"

"It's not me who squeezed me, it's my father and the others!"

Outside the courtyard, a group of spectators gathered at this time. Zhao Kongming was at the front, so he was squeezed out at this time, and fell to the ground without control.

Wuxin looked over and looked at Zhao Kongming.

"Hehe, that, do you believe me when I say I just happened to pass by Master Wuxin?"

Zhao Kongming smiled awkwardly and then said.

"Amitabha."

"I'm sorry to make you laugh."

Wuxin replied calmly, and then continued to sit cross-legged, silently chanting Buddhist teachings.

Zhao Kongming quickly got up and ran out of the courtyard.

"Tsk tsk tsk, it turns out that Master Wuxin also had such a worldly past!"

"I remember that it is rumored that Master Wuxin saved a little girl when he traveled around the world a hundred years ago, and gave her his Buddha's heart. Could it be that the little girl who was saved was Mu Chenxi?"

Zhao Kangteng, Liu Wenjun and others were talking about it with relish at this time.

Zhao Kongming patted the dust off his body, and then glared at Zhao Kangteng, "Old man, did you push me out just now?"

"You are so embarrassed, let me see how I deal with you!"

Zhao Kongming took off his shoes directly, and then prepared to teach Zhao Kangteng a lesson.

"Yanran, save me!"

Zhao Kangteng flashed and quickly hid behind Zhao Yanran.

Zhao Yanran glared at Zhao Kongming with a glare, "Kongming, put on your shoes!"

"I... okay."

Seeing Zhao Yanran's eyes, Zhao Kongming instantly lost his temper and put on his shoes.

Zhao Yanran looked at the courtyard with her beautiful eyes and said with some regret: "What a pity for such a good relationship."

"Did Master Wuxin really never fall in love with Mu Chenxi?"

...

After everyone left, Wuxin opened his eyes.

Two sharp cold rays appeared in Wuxin's eyes again.

"Confucius Sect, preparing for the Holy Son Duan Hongru?"

Wuxin silently repeated it twice, then stood up and walked out of the courtyard.

He found Zhao Kangteng and told him that he had something to go out for, and asked Gu Changge to return to the Heavenly Demon Sect after he came out of retreat.

After giving instructions, Wuxin left Tianbao Tower and disappeared.