Chapter 9

Xiao Mo came out of his sea of ​​consciousness and found that Chu Jinglan was not at the Chu family, but was walking on a mountain path.

This is the way to the abandoned cabin.

Chu Jinglan actually didn't forget Dai Zisheng and was going to see him, unlike the original book where he ignored him.

Deep in the mountains and old forests, there is no human habitation, and it is a good place to talk and chat about murder, arson, and other matters.

Xiao Mo sorted out what he wanted to say and spoke in a normal tone: "Chu Jinglan."

Chu Jinglan pretended he saw nothing and heard nothing. He continued walking forward without stopping and completely ignored his inner demon.

Xiao Mo directly overtook him and drove in front of him: "Chu..."

Unexpectedly, before he even finished calling out his name, Chu Jinglan actually passed through his body shrouded in dark mist and passed over him as if he were a ball of air.

Xiao Mo: “…”

Okay, okay, he's not angry.

The little mist dumpling accelerated rapidly, and he was truly a mountain car god. He started by bouncing in the air, then drifted and braked, making an invisible crackling sound of the wheels, and braked directly on Chu Jinglan's face!

It was only two inches away from the tip of Chu's shocked nose, but the calculation was so accurate.

Chu Lan was so shocked that he stopped abruptly, just in case his face got hit.

Xiao Mo finally succeeded in stopping the target. His guess was correct: Chu Jinglan could accept his torso passing through the inner demon mist, but refused to put his face close to it. He didn't know if it was because the inner demon looked too similar to his own face, which cast a shadow on him.

Chu Jinglan looked at the fog blocking the road indifferently, still cold and silent.

His cold eyes today were slightly different from usual. While they were distinct, they also contained a hidden scrutiny.

Xiao Mo cleared his throat and said, "I have something I want to tell you seriously."

Fearing that Chu Jinglan would walk away without listening, Xiao Mo took the opportunity to get to the point: "I really don't want to be a demon, but my race is not under my control. I have no choice but to cultivate myself."

"Your sea is too cold, and there is no sunshine." Xiao Mo whispered, "I don't want to stay in such a cold place forever."

"I can only go out and breathe some fresh air."

Chu Jinglan's dark eyes moved slightly, but his expression remained almost unchanged and he still didn't speak.

"You've read so many books, so you must know that I can't leave you too far away. I didn't play the flute on purpose to torture you. It's so bad, and I don't want others to hear it."

Chu Jinglan thought with a blank expression, he actually knew how to say it.

Xiao Mo said sincerely, "I will try not to make you angry in the future. Please tolerate my unpleasant flute. How about we keep our distance and live in peace?"

A demon in the heart actually said that it wanted to coexist peacefully with the original body? This was probably the worst lie Chu Jinglan had ever heard.

Chu Jinglan finally spoke in a low voice: "Do you think I will believe you?"

"You want me to let my guard down so you can take me away later? I'm not stupid enough to be unguarded against a natural liar."

Although Chu Jinglan's words were extremely cold, as long as he was willing to speak, there would be room for communication. Xiao Mo breathed a sigh of relief. At least they could still communicate!

Xiao Mo's tone was much more relaxed: "I know you won't believe it easily, but I've figured it out. Whether you believe it or not is different from what I do. These are two different things."

If he continues to follow his inner demon, he will only bring himself unhappiness. Xiao Mo is a person who does not want to make things complicated. Whether dealing with business or interpersonal relationships, he still follows his heart and keeps things simple.

"Look," Xiao Mo could even produce evidence, "If I wanted you to go crazy, why didn't I just play the flute when you were practicing?"

This is the truth, and it is also what Chu Jinglan cannot understand. The inner demon could have tortured himself even more, but he chose not to do so.

According to historical records, inner demons usually defeat their true selves with temptation, desire, despair and anger. My inner demon has been talking nonsense and meaningless words since it appeared. The cruelest thing it has done is to destroy its own ears with a flute.

Although there are too many things that don't make sense, it's just a fool's dream to want to shock Chu Lan.

After all, those who cannot overcome the inner demon tribulation will either go mad and die miserably, or be possessed by the inner demon and turned into a demon. None of them have a good ending.

There are so many precedents, where monks paid the price with their blood to tell future generations how terrible the human demon is. If Chu Jinglan let down his guard so easily, he would not be Chu Jinglan.

But Xiao Mo said what he wanted to say, and all the burdens were lifted off his shoulders. He finally felt a little more realistic about the days in the world of cultivation. Even the sunlight became brighter, and his body and mind felt relaxed.

Chu Jinglan was on guard against him, but Xiao Mo just did his best and did not conflict with him.

Even if Chu Jinglan hated him to the core, Xiao Mo didn't care. There was nothing he could do. He was a demon in his heart, and it was human nature for people to be wary of and hate him.

Besides, he was destined to die at the hands of Chu Jinglan. Their deep hatred was no more than killing someone. They would separate sooner or later, and by then, everything would be like the past, and both would be even.

Xiao Mo only felt that the sky was clear and the moon was visible through the clouds. The whole fog was light and floating. He turned around twice leisurely: "I have let go of my thoughts. My body and mind feel relaxed."

Chu Jinglan: ...He hasn’t gotten over it, and he feels so heavy both physically and mentally.

"Oh, right. I really meant my apology earlier." Xiao Mozheng said again, "I'm sorry."

A complex expression flashed across Chu Jinglan's face, and then quickly and faintly, he fell into silence, and the aura around him was no longer so cold. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.

After the conversation, the weather was so nice, with gurgling water in the mountains and refreshing scenery. It was a perfect place to play a tune.

Xiao Mo wrapped his flute in the black mist and said, "At this moment worth celebrating, I decided to play a song."

Chu Jinglan was shocked: "..."

He pressed his eyebrows together, trying to recall whether he had been shaken for a moment by the words of his inner demon. If so, he wanted to go back in time and punch himself at that time to wake him up.

Just because the inner demon's flute shocked heaven and earth and only tortured him, he could not believe in the evil of this inner demon!

Xiao Mo wrapped up the flute and said, "I just mentioned playing the flute. I'm not going back on my word."

Chu Jinglan was a prudent and upright young master. He had learned a lot of new language skills from Xiao Mo these days. He spoke without emotion: "Should I thank you? At least your playing this time reminded me?"

Xiao Mo was delighted: "Oh, you're welcome."

Chu Jinglan: …………

[Ding, mental attack successful, points +10! ]

Xiao Xinmo wrapped the flute around himself and started to blow it with a hissing sound.

The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, but Chu Jinglan can't hear the birds singing, can't smell the flowers, and the wind is filled with tragic mourning. He walks on the road in the mountains, with only the heart-wrenching and liver-burning sound of the flute in his ears, which ruins the beautiful scenery so much that he can't bear to look at it directly.

Chu Jinglan didn't know that the accompaniment to the flute sound was the ding-dong-dong electronic prompt sound.

[Psychic attack successful, points +5! ]

[…Attack successful, points +6! ]

Chu Jinglan took several deep breaths and finally couldn't stand it anymore: "That's not how you play the flute!"

The roaring flute stopped, and Xiao Mo humbly asked, "How should I play it?"

Chu Jinglan regretted it immediately after he said this. How could he possibly teach his inner demon? So he kept silent.

Xiao Mo didn't wait for the next words, nor did he get angry. He cleared his throat and said, "I'll continue."

Chu Jinglan: "...Wait!"

Chu Jinglan blurted out a call to stop. Thinking carefully, he could not stop the cultivation of his inner demon, but at least he could try to save his ears. After struggling with his self-esteem and vigilance for a long time, Chu Jinglan reluctantly convinced himself and said in a bad tone: "...steady your breath first."

Xiao Mo said seriously: "Yeah."

Chu Jinglan felt like he was fighting with cotton, and everything was awkward. He managed to hold back his words for a long while before he could continue: "Qi sinks into Dantian——"

Having said this, Chu Jinglan stopped talking.

Xiao Mo was still waiting for his next words earnestly.

Chu Jinglan looked at the fog, which was pitch black, and for the first time asked without any negative emotions: "...Do you have a Dantian?"

At the same time, the system, which had been offline for a long time, turned on the receiver function.

The host's flute sounds really unpleasant, oh no, it's really scary. As a system, he also has healthy programs. He went online and turned on the receiver function again because the points reminder was flashing the screen like crazy.

As an advanced AI, it has a complete emotional module and its own curiosity. It can't help but want to see what the host has done.

Then he saw Chu Jinglan teaching Xiao Mo to play the flute.

System: ...It is getting stronger. I see that the inner demon and the true self are living in harmony.

System: Not sure, let’s wait and see.

Soon, he realized that it was not because of his confusion in the program that he had seen it wrong, but that Chu Jinglan was really teaching him.

System:! ? ?

He was only offline for a short while, why does it feel wrong! ?

Xiao Mo was answering Chu Jinglan: "Don't look at me in this form, I can still simulate Dantian. The Qi sinks into Dantian, and then what?"

Chu Jinglan: "Imagine the feeling of a mountain spring bursting out and rushing through the riverbed. Just go with it."

System: You are speaking so abstractly, who can understand?

It's just like someone asking a top student a question, and the top student answers: First do this and that, then do that and that, do you understand?

The system is very confident in its own judgment: If this can be a good teacher, I will eat up the program on the spot!

Then Xiao Mo said, "Well, I roughly understand."

System:?

ah?

No, you understand now? What do you understand?

However, Xiao Mo adjusted the thickness of the mist, shrinking it a little while ensuring it wrapped the flute, and it seemed that he was ready to exert force. Then the mist puffed outwards, and a clear flute sound rang out!

Even though it's still out of tune, it's full of energy and no longer hoarse and mocking. It's still unpleasant to listen to, but it has improved from calling souls to killing people.

After all, to call the soul back, you have to kill the person first and then cry at the grave. Killing only people is indeed an improvement.

System: ...

Is this possible! ?

Oh, I almost forgot that Xiao Mo is also a genius in study. Is this the way geniuses communicate with each other through thoughts?

The system was shocked and learned a lot.

He dully pulled out a discarded program and munched on it like a cookie.

Fortunately, there is a disposal procedure for items that have not been thrown away. This shows that people cannot gamble at will, and neither can the system.

Xiao Mo was very happy after blowing this sound: "It's done!"

No, Chu Jinglan thought, it was still a long way from success, but at least he saw a glimmer of hope, the hope of escaping from the destruction of the devil's sound as soon as possible.

After finishing the program, the system took the opportunity to speak quickly: "Host, did I miss something important?"

Xiao Mo was in a very good mood: "Huh? No, I just figured out some things."

He wrapped the flute and jumped up to try: "I will continue to play!"

Human beings are changing and developing rapidly. Although Xiao Mo's flute is still horrible, the system really doesn't want to miss anything, so it no longer blocks the receiver and follows the host diligently despite the noise.

The little bit of hope that had just risen in Chu Jinglan's heart was also worn away by the sad and miserable flute sounds along the way.

He was once again aware of his own naivety.

...The day when I escape from the sea of ​​suffering is really a long way off.

The author has something to say:

Xiao Mo: I want to open

Chu Jinglan: I can’t get over it

System: It’s getting powerful, I feel wrong!