Chapter 96

Xiao Mo's movements were quite loud and attracted everyone's attention for a moment. In fact, many eyes had already fallen on him when he entered the room.

It’s nothing, it’s just because this person is really good-looking.

It was rumored that Immortal Chu was extremely handsome, but they didn't know how handsome he was, but the man they saw today was definitely worthy of the description of peerless beauty.

The storyteller smiled and bowed: "Does this listener have any insightful opinions?"

Xiao Mo: "...No, sorry, my hand slipped."

Since there was none, the gentleman continued.

"Chu Xianzun's disgrace stems from the fact that he slaughtered his entire family, leaving only one person alive. Some say he was avenging his mother, while others say he started killing and robbing people from that time. But before his Taoist partner died, Chu Xianzun was just a person who devoted himself to cultivation and did not care about external affairs."

Xiao Mo was still panicking, but when he heard this, he couldn't help but frown: "The reason why he killed his relatives has been investigated by others, why are people still arguing about it?"

The waiter took the tip and was naturally happy to serve the guest well. He wiped off the tea that had splashed when Xiao Mo was holding the cup, poured him a fresh cup, and said in the trickling tea: "Sir, you have to know that we, the little guys, have no chance to see those legendary figures. Since we can't see the real people, everything we hear is just hearsay. Even if it's the same thing, the content is different."

Indeed, so the “gloomy and unbridled” is most likely just a rumor, not true?

Storyteller: "Even Chu Xianzun's fellow disciples of Yingyue Sect said that if his Taoist partner was still alive, Chu Xianzun would not have ended up like this."

What the hell is going on? Even if Xiao Mo was still alive and Chu Jinglan wanted to seek revenge on the Chu family, Xiao Mo would definitely help him wipe his sword and hand him a knife.

Xiao Mo silently took a sip of tea, thinking that the rumors were indeed becoming more and more outrageous.

"Chu Xianzun's infatuation is well-known among the major sects and families. Many people admire him and have their own ideas. If someone can fill the vacancy and become the Xianzun's next confidant, wouldn't they be able to tie the Xianzun to their own ship? But..." The storyteller flapped his fan again and stretched out his voice, "Unfortunately, in the past three hundred years, no one has been able to become his next Taoist partner."

Xiao Mo: "Pfft, cough cough cough!"

Xiao Mo nearly choked himself to death after taking a sip of tea.

Three, three hundred years! ?

Three hundred years!

He only stayed in the crevice for a short moment, making intensive preparations for the battle, hurrying up for fear of being too late. But even so, the thing he was most worried about still happened.

In the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed in the world of red dust.

Xiao Mo was coughing uncomfortably, not only was he choking uncomfortably, but he was also filled with shock and fear in his heart, which caught him off guard.

The waiter hurriedly said, "Hey, please slow down."

Xiao Mo's eyes turned slightly red from coughing, and he waved his hands. The rouge-colored eyes on his face stunned the waiter, who quickly lowered his head, not daring to offend the guest.

After a while, the waiter carefully tried to figure out what was going on: "Sir, are you interested in Immortal Chu's affairs?"

Xiao Mo took a deep breath and took out another spiritual stone: "Speak."

The waiter happily took the money and said with a smile: "I will tell you some of the well-known life stories of the Immortal Venerable. If there are some worldly speculations and comments mixed in, just listen to it."

"Chu Xianzun is a genius with unparalleled qualifications. He is a hundred-year-old great master. One hundred years ago, he became the only Guixu, the only Xianzun in the world."

Return to the Ruins... This was a height that Chu Jinglan had never reached in previous lives because he always died too early, but now that he was living well, he had reached the Return to the Ruins in just two hundred years.

He really deserves to go up to the clouds and stand above ten thousand people.

But three hundred years, three hundred years, Xiao Mo has missed so much time. In the past, people only saw Chu Jinglan's glory, not his hardship. In all these years, has Chu Jinglan ever suffered any hardship? If everything really went smoothly, that would be the best.

It is said that time can wear away everything. How much weight does this old friend who left in a hurry have left in Chu Jinglan's heart now?

"Chu Xianzun left Yingyue Sect, but he still holds the title of guest elder of Yingyue Sect. He also opened up a new spiritual vein treasure land and gave it to Yingyue Sect to repay Yingyue Sect's kindness. He then went to the southern part of Nanzhou, took 81 peaks, and made Du'e the main peak, and established Du'e Sect."

When the waiter got to this point, the storyteller's voice could be heard: "It is said that the scenery of the 81 peaks is different from each other, and there are many wonders in the world. Some of the scenery was created by Chu Xianzun using his magical powers to open up the mountains and open up the land. It is said that it was all because he and his Taoist lover loved to admire the scenery in the past."

Xiao Mo was stunned.

As soon as his mind was moved, he quickly told himself: No, no, this should also be a rumor. Storytellers always like to tell exaggerated stories. Besides, he just wants to exaggerate the story of Chu Jinglan and the Taoist couple, otherwise why would others listen to it.

The waiter observed Xiao Mo's expression and continued the story on the stage: "What you just said, except for the last sentence, is all true. The 81 peaks of the Du'e Sect are vast and sparsely populated. To what extent are they sparse? In the entire sect, there is only one living person, Chu Jinglan."

Xiao Mo couldn't believe it: "Just him!?"

"The Immortal Venerable has established the sect for a hundred years and has never accepted anyone. Lin Chunjun, Little Medical Immortal, and Golden Swordsman, who once studied at the Lin'an Academy, wanted to join the Du'e Sect after receiving the academy's teachings. However, the Immortal Venerable Chu did not allow them to enter the sect. These three people built their own houses outside the Du'e Sect and refused to leave."

"In the Du'e Sect, there is only Chu Xianzun and two hundred sword puppets," the waiter said quietly, lowering his voice. "But the Demon Lord was captured alive. Some people guessed that he was dead, while others guessed that he was still alive. He was imprisoned in the Du'e Sect. If he is really still alive, then there are two living people in there."

Chu Jinglan broke through to Guixu a hundred years ago. He was invincible and captured Fen Xiu alive. He killed countless demon cultivators and the demons who followed Fen Xiu. His sword light also did not let go of the evil spirits among the human cultivators. He can be said to have single-handedly stopped the war between humans and demons.

But that massacre, everyone who witnessed it, no matter friend or foe, would feel a chill in their bones. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, hell, the one who wielded a sword to turn countless dry bones into a dead body, looking down on the rest of life with cold eyes, should he be called an immortal, or... a demon?

People respected him and feared him. Some said he was an immortal, while others thought he was a lunatic who would kill people if they disagreed with him.

Xiao Mo felt that the reason why Fen Xiu was captured alive was probably because the human cultivators wanted to negotiate with the demons and show their relationship in the future. A hundred years had passed, so why would Chu Jinglan still need to keep Fen Xiu? He didn't have the hobby of torturing people.

These are definitely just speculations by people who are not informed.

Killing Chu's family was revenge, killing the enemy was quelling rebellion, how can you say Chu Jinglan is bloodthirsty? You can't slander Chu Jinglan just because you are afraid.

After hearing this, Xiao Mo felt a little relieved. Chu Jinglan was still the same Chu Jinglan, and it was just the rumors that were exaggerated.

Even Chu Jinglan has said that he is loyal to his deceased Taoist partner, what else can we expect them to say?

He is the "dead Taoist couple", and he is the only one who knows best that when they separated, it was he who unilaterally wanted to be a Taoist couple with Chu Jinglan, and Chu Jinglan even regarded him as a confidant.

Knowing that three hundred years had passed and that Chu Jinglan was standing in the clouds, Xiao Mo put down his teacup and was about to leave when a mechanical prompt suddenly came from his mind.

[Ding, the old way is destroyed, the new way has been promoted, congratulations, the mission has been completed]

Xiao Mo: …

Xiao Mo:! ? ?

As soon as he stepped out of the teahouse, the sun was shining brightly outside, and everything was glowing with a warm light, so much so that Xiao Mo felt a little dizzy and suspected that he had heard it wrongly.

However, the dormant system was also blown up by this automatic reminder sound: "Oh my God, I just went into sleep, and the mission is completed!? Host, you are so amazing, how did you do it! "

...It's not an auditory hallucination.

Xiao Mo was at a loss, and swallowed nervously: "...Good question, I want to know too."

Xiao Mo really did nothing, he just returned to the world of cultivation. If it wasn't him, then it must be someone else.

And this other person is Chu Jinglan who is in Du'e Sect.

When Xiao Mo returned to the world of cultivation, the Fu Ling butterfly that was lazily basking in the sun in the garden suddenly stopped, glowing, and flapped its wings and flew to Chu Jinglan's window.

[Chu Jinglan, he is back]

Chu Jinglan's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He was silent for a while, as if he was trying to figure out what he had just heard. There was light in his eyes but it seemed as if there was no light, and they were bottomless. The snow that had accumulated for thousands of years was not noble at all. It all turned into extremely cold ice, covering his eyes heavily.

There was no trace of youth on his body anymore, his features were sharp and handsome, the aura around him seemed calm, but in fact it was so oppressive that it made people breathless. If it weren't for the fact that he was possessed by a trace of consciousness from the Heavenly Dao, Fu Lingdie would not normally get too close to Chu Jinglan.

Because it doesn't like such depression and silence, as if a monster will jump out of the darkness at any time, grinding its teeth and sucking blood.

After a long while, Chu Jinglan murmured, "...He's back."

The scenery outside was beautiful, but the sunlight seemed unable to shine into the room. After a moment, Chu Jinglan slowly moved his eyelids and repeated more clearly this time: "He's back."

At this time, in the corner of the back mountain, under the heavy formation, a ball of gas that could not be any smaller began to tremble, as if it felt its own end, but it roared with its last strength: "I am the way of heaven, I am--"

Its sound suddenly stopped, and in its final tremor, it finally turned into ashes and disappeared, of course, leaving only the formation method slowly flowing, as if nothing had ever existed in it.

[As agreed, I have completely destroyed the old ways]

Chu Jinglan stood up slowly, not really caring: "Yeah."

Back then, Heaven asked him to make a request, but even Heaven didn't know whether Xiao Mo would come back. But since Xiao Mo came to destroy the old way, would he come back as long as the old way was not completely destroyed?

With this thought in mind, Chu Jinglan made his first request. The new Heavenly Dao was already powerful enough, but it still left a bit of the insignificant aura of the old Dao, hanging on to that trace of existence.

Three hundred years ago, the new Heavenly Dao gave Chu Jinglan memories that were neither timely nor too late.

In time, Chu Jinglan learned about Xiao Mo's true identity and realized that he was not gone or dead, so Chu Jinglan did not let everything go to pieces.

But what has collapsed is not so easy to repair. Chu was shocked and heartbroken at the time. The large amount of memories made him feel even less real, as if he was reading someone else's story, but the sadness was real, the sorrow was real, and the pain was also real.

In the previous life, when Xiao Mo was not around, he could still protect the way by himself with a sword, and finally died elegantly, but that was not the case in this life.

Because he was already mentally ill and half crazy and half awake, this memory and the truth were like a dam that prevented him from falling off the cliff, but they were not an antidote.

Chu Jinglan knew that something was not right with his condition, but it was said that heart disease was difficult to cure, and that was indeed true. He knew that there was something wrong with his mind, but he couldn't control it. He couldn't help but watch his mind break down little by little.

For three hundred years, no one could save him. He tried to save himself, but he couldn't.

During this process, he was afraid.

What he feared most was that if Xiao Mo came back, he would become a stranger and Xiao Mo would not recognize him. What should he do then?

But he couldn't stop himself from changing.

In the first hundred years, he was quite stable and waited as calmly as possible. As long as Xiao Mo came back, he would treat him well as before and gradually let Xiao Mo understand his feelings.

In the second century, he was already anxious, his thoughts and obsessions became increasingly difficult to control, and he spent more time struggling on the edge of madness. When he was sober, he thought that if Xiao Mo came back, he would be twice as good to him, pour out his love, let Xiao Mo immediately understand his love, and stay with him;

However, as the days passed and the sun rose and the moon set, Xiao Mo still did not return.

The third hundred years... was too long, really too long. It is said that a hundred years is just a blink of an eye for a cultivator, but not for Chu Jinglan.

Over time, a drop of water can wear away a stone. Chu Jinglan's illness was buried in deeper darkness, where no one else could reach it.

He seemed to have become a normal person, even more normal than he had been a hundred years ago, and outsiders could not see any flaws.

Chu Jinglan looked at the flowers growing around him in the darkness, and he knew he was going crazy.

During the third hundred years, Chu Xianzun thought quietly that if Xiao Mo came back, he would put the most beautiful chain in the world on him, use the most unbreakable magic weapon, build the most beautiful and sturdy house, and lock Xiao Mo up.

From now on, I can only see him, not anyone else, and I will never let him have the chance to leave my side again.

A butterfly made entirely of spiritual light flew out from Fu Lingdie's body, and only Chu Jinglan could see it.

[It will lead you to find Xiao Mo, and will also grant Xiao Mo good fortune. You will become the sons of fortune, and I will clear the cause and effect between you and me.]

Heaven can choose the son of fortune, which is the normal choice of the torrent of destiny. But no matter how the son of fortune lives, it is their own business, and Heaven will never interfere. This is the qualified Heaven.

Chu Jinglan: “Yeah.”

Chu Jinglan took a step forward, but then stopped.

He tiptoed in the light, with most of his body in shadow, and his voice was like the sound of a ghost in the snow at night: "...Will I scare him?"

Heaven doesn’t know, Heaven doesn’t speak, and Heaven chooses to retreat directly.

The glow on the Fuling Butterfly dissipated, and it regained consciousness. After realizing where it was, it quickly apologized: "I am so sorry for disturbing you, Immortal Lord!"

The butterfly flapped its wings and flew away immediately. Chu Jinglan stood there quietly for a while, then tilted his head to look at the mirror beside him: Am I so scary now?

After a moment, Chu Jinglan's consciousness moved, and the contracted monster was summoned over by him.

A huge scarlet-gold phoenix streaked across the sky, its tail feathers seemed to be trailed by golden flames. It stopped outside Chu Jinglan's courtyard, retracting its flames so as not to damage any grass or tree here.

"Owner."

The Golden Flame Flowing Fire Phoenix is ​​a ninth-tier demon beast, whose bloodline is at the top of the demon beasts. The little bird in the past has become majestic and powerful. With a spread of its wings, it can fly ninety thousand miles.

Perhaps it is because Qiuqiu has followed Chu Jinglan and Xiao Mo since he was a child, has seen what Chu Jinglan was like in the past, and has been spoiled. Although Qiuqiu now follows Chu Jinglan's orders and is obedient, it does so not because it is afraid of Chu Jinglan, but because it is loyal.

Although it was frightened by Chu Jinglan's murderous intent a few times, it acted as if nothing had happened and forgot about it after that.

Chu Jinglan: "Become smaller."

Qiuqiu shrank a little as he was told.

“Not enough.”

The ball became a little smaller.

“It will become big enough to stand on my shoulders.”

Qiuqiu understood, and suddenly shrank into a bird ball. Its beautiful tail feathers also shortened, and it hopped its little feet twice.

Chu Jinglan tapped his shoulder and said, "Come up."

Qiuqiu was stunned for a moment, then extremely happy. He flapped his wings and flew to Chu Jinglan's shoulder, feeling a little flattered.

"Master, are we going out?"

"Um."

Chu Jinglan walked forward, step by step into the light, with a dark current in his eyes: "Go pick him up and take him home."