Chapter 49

Xiao Mo meddled in other people's business again, but this time Chu Jinglan stopped asking questions.

It seemed like Xiao Mo just helped Mu Jian, but - Su Baimo's shadow was also present in the whole thing.

Strangely enough, whether in Heilin or this time in the Fantasy Moon Secret Realm, they ran into Su Baimo accidentally. They had been walking in the Fantasy Moon Secret Realm for three days, and the place is definitely not small. How could they still meet here? Once was an accident, but twice was coincidence?

Moreover, not long after they met Su Baimo last time, they obtained the Golden Flame Flowing Phoenix in the Black Forest.

Chu Jinglan was a little cautious: if he encountered any opportunity again this time, it would be unusual.

He did not doubt the route chosen by Xiao Mo, because in the secret realm without a map, everyone relied on feeling and detecting the fluctuations of spiritual power to determine the direction of progress, plus a little intuition, and the rest depended on luck.

Although they did not encounter any great opportunities during these three days, the things they encountered were all good. In addition to keeping some that they could use, many of them could be exchanged for money, which directly increased their wealth dozens of times.

Therefore, no matter which direction Xiao Mo wanted to go, Chu Jinglan had no objection.

Leaving Mu Jian and Su Baimo behind, he walked through the stone wall. Suddenly, the view in front of him opened up and he could see two roads with the naked eye. But strangely, the system route showed that there was no fork in the road here.

Huanyuexin Huanyuexin, can create illusions, could it be that Huanyuexin is really nearby? Why didn’t they miss the third time? From this moment on, have they already stepped into Huanyuexin’s realm?

Xiao Mo looked at the two roads and sent his spiritual consciousness out, but he could only make out vague outlines, like clouds covering the sun.

Xiao Mo suddenly said, "Chu Jinglan, where do you want to go?"

Chu Jinglan had also looked at the two roads just now, but he didn't see any mystery, so he said casually: "Right."

Xiao Mo raised his foot and walked to the right: "Okay, this is it."

A butterfly fluttered its wings and flew lightly on the right side of the road. Chu Lan was surprised: "Why do you suddenly let me choose?"

"You had the best luck opening the blind bags before, so try your luck again when you encounter the choice."

Luck is real for monks, but among the vast majority of people, luck varies. Only a small number of people have smooth sailing in every aspect of their lives. They are people with great luck. Of course, there are also a small number of people who are extremely unlucky. This is also the way to balance the torrent of destiny of the entire world.

People who practice the art of fortune-telling in the lower world have limited abilities. When the Chu family looked for someone to tell Chu Jinglan's fortune, that person only gave a rough look and said all good things, saying that this boy has a promising future, is extremely lucky, and so on.

Chu Jinglan did show good luck in spiritual practice, but he felt that his entire life could not be considered blessed by heaven.

Otherwise, why wouldn't she even let him fulfill his wish of keeping Wanyu?

In addition, his cultivation has been abolished, so the road of cultivation is no longer bright and smooth. Xiao Mo actually still believes in his luck.

I'm really not afraid of being led astray by myself.

Just as he thought of this, Xiao Mo stopped in his tracks.

Chu Jinglan came back to his senses.

Snow White's mind rarely wavered, and she stared at the thing that appeared at the end of the road.

The Chu family’s gate.

It is impossible for the Chu family gate to appear in the middle world.

Chu Jinglan was in a trance for a moment, just a moment, and then he immediately said: "Illusion, something is spying on my consciousness."

Xiao Mo's heart moved: "Yeah."

He increasingly felt that the system should have calculated the location accurately this time, and Huan Yuexin was most likely nearby.

According to the laws of the cultivation world, the better the treasure, the harder it is to obtain. The mechanisms and monsters guarding the treasure, or the defenses formed by the treasure itself, are all tests. Those who cannot pass them may die in the test, and only the winner can take the treasure.

Of course, even if you pick them, it’s not all good. After all, you still have to be careful about others snatching them away.

Xiao Mo had not expected that Huan Yue Xin could spy on people's minds and use it to outline illusions when it was ownerless. This was much more clever than directly transforming into things such as wine, sex, wealth, etc. that many people in the secular world could easily fall into.

I just don’t know whether the Chu family in the illusion is about hatred or something else.

Xiao Mo and Chu Jinglan entered the Chu family's house cautiously, but found that there was no one from the gate onwards. The green plants and flowers in the house were thriving, but it was empty and deserted.

If what was being spied on was the deep hatred in Chu Jinglan's heart, then the house should be full of Chu family members at this moment. Since there are no enemies, then there is only one possibility for this illusion.

Xiao Mo raised his head and looked in a certain direction of the Chu family mansion. There, there was a residence where Wanyu was once imprisoned.

Xiao Mo moved his lips and said, "If you don't want to watch, you can just close your eyes and ears."

Cut off your hearing and vision, and stop listening and seeing.

Chu Jinglan followed his gaze and said softly, "No need."

If an illusion wants to attack people's defenses, it will not be aimless. They passed through the silent corridor of the Chu family courtyard, walked along the familiar path, and came to the courtyard filled with the fragrance of laurel.

The last time, Chu Jinglan stumbled here in a wheelchair, his heart was broken.

Xiao Mo slowly pushed open the gate.

In the courtyard, golden osmanthus flowers were swaying in the wind, as if snow had fallen. A young woman in pink was picking osmanthus flowers under the tree. When she saw Chu Jinglan, her beautiful eyes curved into crescents: "Jinglan, you came at the right time!"

She walked over the fragrant ground and showed them the osmanthus flowers: "The osmanthus flowers are just right. Mother will make you some osmanthus cake."

Xiao Mo looked at her pink skirt and the hairpin flower on her head that was not stained with blood. He couldn't help but clench his fingers and close his eyes tightly.

It’s Wanyu.

There was no one from the Chu family's mansion in the illusion, except for Wanyu, who was not crazy.

The eighteen-year-old Chu Jinglan was already much taller than Wanyu. Wanyu had to look up to see him.

Xiao Mo didn't say anything. The consciousness of Chu Jinglan in the inner palace was also very quiet. They didn't reply. Wan Yu didn't mind. She stretched out a hand to him, as if wanting to hold his hand. Xiao Mo subconsciously shrank back and moved away.

Wanyu was stunned for a moment, and looked at him in confusion: "What's wrong?"

"No..." Xiao Mo took a deep breath and put down his hand. "Where do you want to take me?"

Wanyu: "Go to the kitchen and make some osmanthus cake."

She smiled and said, "My child has grown up. It's embarrassing to hold my hand. Okay, I won't hold you. Come on, follow me."

She turned around with a basket of osmanthus flowers. In the inner palace, Chu Jinglan's consciousness moved: "Give me the control for the time being."

The two of them were now very skilled at switching body control, and Xiao Mo obediently gave way. If anything dangerous happened, he could take over immediately to ensure the safety of both of them.

Chu Jinglan took back his body and followed Wanyu.

This is his fantasy.

Although no one knows what thing or person is causing the trouble, the thing behind the scenes should have been able to peek into Chu Jinglan's heart. Xiao Mosi is not affected at all, which means that Chu Jinglan should be the one to break this illusion.

In the kitchen, Wanyu started to make osmanthus cake. Chu Jinglan tried to help, but he didn't know how to cook. As soon as he started, Xiao Mo and Wanyu laughed at the same time.

Wanyu: "Haha, forget it, go inside and wait for the meal, you are not needed here."

Xiao Mo: "Pfft, you hit me too hard, the broken osmanthus petals almost splashed directly onto your head, hahaha!"

Chu Jinglan washed his hands helplessly and walked into the house. Xiao Mo did not urge him to find a way to break the illusion, because he knew that Chu Jinglan was awake.

As long as he is awake, Chu Jinglan will not indulge in illusions.

A moment later, Wanyu came out carrying a steaming sweet-scented osmanthus cake. The sweet fragrance immediately filled the entire room, making people's hearts feel warm. Chu Jinglan looked at Wanyu's face through the misty hot air.

He knew it was all fake, he just wanted to take a closer look.

He thought... maybe he could use this opportunity to say goodbye to Wanyu.

Wanyu handed over a pair of chopsticks: "Try it quickly."

Chu Jinglan took it with both hands, but did not rush to pick up the chopsticks.

Wanyu picked up a piece for him and put it on the plate.

The things in this illusion do not seem to be created completely out of thin air. In this illusion that combines reality and illusion, some items may be decoys. For example, the osmanthus cake that looks soft and sweet may actually be a poisonous insect. Chu Jinglan did not move and looked at the third plate on the table.

There are only two of us, why prepare three seats?

Chu Jinglan asked in surprise: "Who is this seat for?"

Wanyu gave him a strange look: "Who else could it be? It's just——"

"Chu Jinglan!" Speak of the devil, and he appears. A young man stepped over the threshold and rushed in. "Don't even think about eating Aunt Wan's osmanthus cake alone!"

The man had a face that neither Chu Jinglan nor Xiao Mo recognized, but his voice stunned them both.

Especially Xiao Mo.

The black mist ball jumped up in surprise in the inner palace: My voice! ?

Chu Jinglan:……?

The young man was wearing an elaborate and gorgeous outfit. Looking closely, he was very much in Xiao Mo's usual style of dressing. He had a delicate face, unlike anyone else. He noticed that Chu Jinglan was staring at him blankly, and curiously stretched out his hand and waved it in front of his eyes: "Are you stupid? You don't have a fever today, and your brain is not damaged, right?"

The movements and tone are very Xiao Mo.

Putting aside all the impossibilities, even Chu Jinglan could only lean towards the remaining guess. He tightened his fingers holding the chopsticks and spoke with difficulty in surprise: "...Xiao Mo?"

"Xiao Mo": "Well, what?"

Xiao Mo, the genuine black mist ball, couldn't hold it in any longer: "Why is there still my business? Is this the me you imagined!?"

Chu Jinglan immediately denied: "No."

Although he had briefly imagined what Xiao Mo looked like, he did not have a specific face. He just thought that he should be very handsome, with the youthful vigor and vitality, and a graceful and elegant appearance. Although the young man in front of him was handsome, he did not think that this person was Xiao Mo.

Chu Jinglan didn't lie.

The illusion here was created by the Huan Yue Xin that Xiao Mo was looking for. It peeped into Jing Lan's heart and released Wan Yu's figure. It also saw a vague shadow of a young man in his mind, so it molded it out.

"Okay." Xiao Mo Tuanzi hung leisurely in the inner palace and snorted, "I don't look like this."

Chu Jinglan said softly: "Yeah."

Xiao Mo: "Back to the previous question, how come I have something to do with the Chu Family Illusion?"

Chu Jinglan: "...I don't know either."

Illusion is thinking, can Xiao Mo also influence him?

But Chu Jinglan himself couldn't be sure.

The young man in the fantasy world happily took a piece of osmanthus cake, blew it gently, put it in his mouth and took a bite, his eyes immersed in the fragrance: "Delicious!"

Chu Jinglan's hand moved in surprise, and when he came to his senses, he had already picked up another piece for "Xiao Mo".

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "..."

He felt that his hands were working against his brain, but he couldn't explain it.

Xiao Mo Wu Tuan: "You are too polite."

Chu Jinglan said nothing.

Wanyu looked at the two of them with a smile. It was such a good day, such a relaxed atmosphere, there was only beauty here, and one could not bear to break it.

Chu Jinglan was in the warm house, his eyes lingering on the jade-like face with a hint of nostalgia, and he slowly put down the chopsticks in his hand.

"Mom, and... Xiao Mo," Chu Jinglan said slowly, "Let's leave here."

Wanyu and the young man raised their heads at the same time.

"Why do you want to leave?" Wanyu asked.

The young man stared at him without blinking: "Isn't this place good?"

"There is no sadness, no enemies, only the people you care about the most." Wanyu raised her hand and grabbed Chu Jinglan's wrist, "Isn't it good to stay here?"

The originally gentle expression on her face turned into sadness, and her eyes were tearful. It was a sad look that Chu Jinglan absolutely did not want to see.

"Xiao Mo" also came over and grabbed his other hand: "What strange things are you talking about? Aren't the three of us going to be together forever, right here?"

Chu Jinglan did not break away from their hands, but stood up suddenly, grabbed their wrists with his backhand, and pulled them up with force.

Wanyu and "Xiao Mo" were startled.

"This place is a prison, a shackle. Mother, you said that the world is so big, there is nowhere else to go, and you should not be trapped here."

Chu Jinglan stopped talking and looked at "Xiao Mo" again. His lips moved, but in the end he couldn't say anything to him.

He lowered his eyes to look at the hands holding them and said only one sentence: "I will take you away."

Take you away from the Chu family.

Chu Jinglan resolutely pulled the two people over and led them out of the house.

"Chu Jinglan! Are you really going to leave?"

"Shocked, shocked, can you turn around and look at mother?"

The two were pulled by him, struggling and puzzled at first, and asking anxiously, but Chu Jinglan did not respond, so they became afraid again, and even cried in their voices, but Chu Jinglan still turned a deaf ear to them.

Only the hands always held them tightly, never letting go.

Gradually, Wanyu and the young man stopped talking, and their expressions gradually calmed down.

As they approached the Chu family's front door, Wanyu finally said, "Are you really unwilling to stay with me, Jing Lan?"

Chu Jinglan grabbed their hands and looked at the world outside the door without looking back.

"You are always in my heart, mother."

After Chu Jinglan finished speaking, he resolutely walked through the Chu family gate, holding the two people behind him, and walked towards the vast world.

The Chu family slowly collapsed behind them. It was a huge building, but it collapsed in a matter of seconds. New life stretched out from the ashes. Chu Jinglan walked on his own path, and he could feel the weight on his wrists gradually getting lighter.

The figures of Wanyu and the young man gradually disappeared, bit by bit, from the hem of their clothes to their faces, and finally to the wrist that Chu Jinglan was holding.

They turned into fluorescent light in Chu Jinglan's palm.

Chu Jinglan lowered his empty wrists and stopped.

For a moment, it seemed as if everything around him was blank. He could not see anything. There was nothing left around him, no matter whether it was the scenery or the people, he did not retain anything. The world was huge, but he was walking alone, lonely and helpless.

Until a voice came to my ear.

"Chu Jinglan." Xiao Mo asked, "Are you crying?"

Chu Jinglan moved his fingers, and the cold blank space was suddenly filled with colors again. The trees were lush, prosperous and fragrant, all things reappeared, and vitality once again filled the world and also flowed into his body.

Chu Jinglan's eyes were dry, without a single tear. He even looked indifferent, without any sign of sadness.

But he knew why Xiao Mo asked this.

The black mist ball in the sea of ​​consciousness quietly accompanied him.

Chu Jinglan put down his hand and said, "No."

"Xiao Mo," Chu Jinglan called his name, "the illusion is broken."

Xiao Mo is still with him.

The illusion did not make Chu Jinglan indulge in it. He did not lose again, but experienced a one-sided farewell.

In the inner palace, the glow of the snow-white ball became even brighter, and the spirit altar was clear and bright, having undergone another baptism.

The black mist ball moved, and it seemed that it wanted to pat the white snow ball, but it immediately remembered the feeling of spiritual contact and braked urgently.

Almost... Fortunately, it's okay.

Xiao Mo pretended nothing happened and followed Chu Jinglan's words and said, "Well, it seems something has come out. Let's go take a look."