Chapter 17 Dragon

The night before, when it rained, Feng Wuqing hurried to the Bright Moon Pavilion. Jiang Suo knew about it.

After all, every time there was plum rain, Feng Wuqing would personally check whether the doors and windows of Feng Wuyou's house were closed and whether there was any possibility of rain leakage.

He thought that this time would be the same as before.

A single mistake can lead to failure.

"So, you have been lying to me all this time. You have not forgotten it at all."

"How can I let you relax your vigilance and trust me if I don't lie to you?"

...

If he hadn't lost his mind because Mingze didn't come, Jiang Suo wouldn't have had the opportunity to take advantage of him.

He didn't blame anyone for this.

When Jiang Suo brought Meixiang to him, he said that since the white plums hadn't bloomed and Mingze hadn't come, he would order some Meixiang as if the plums had bloomed, at least he would have fulfilled his wish.

He even thought that what Jiang Suo said made sense, was very considerate, and very thoughtful.

By the time he realized something was wrong, it was too late.

But after being immersed in the soul-stealing incense for so long, he had already spent all his energy just to remember Mingze, and he could not react to other things.

As time went by, Mingze was still gradually fading from his mind, and he panicked.

He saw the spring flowers bloom and fall, but Mingze never came, and he wanted to see him. He

still remembered that more than 20 years ago, when he was born, auspicious signs appeared in Mingyue City, with golden clouds in the sky and magpies singing. That was the first time Mingze appeared.

His parents always told him about this as a happy event.

He only mentioned it to Jiang Suo once. Later, when he was depressed and in a mess due to the torture of the Soul-stealing Incense, Jiang Suo kept telling him in his ear.

"Mingze is not a human. He was just attracted by your aura of blessing. Now your blessing may have been eaten up by him. Of course, he will not come again."

"Wuyou, you are no longer of any use to him. He will not come."

"He doesn't want you anymore. He gave up on you. Only I, Wuyou, only I care about you the most..."

...

Feng Wuyou was tortured by Jiang Suo's words to the point of almost losing control. When he was on the verge of collapse, Jiang Suo would not get tired of telling him again and again to accompany, like, and love.

The words were full of tenderness, obsession, and crazy obsession.

But he could not feel any warmth.

In his drowsy state, he remembered that he seemed to have heard warm words. He could not remember where he had heard them, but he was sure that he had heard them.

...

"It was not until the night before yesterday when I woke up from a dream that I finally remembered what Mingze had said."

Feng Wuyou raised his head, his voice trembling.

It was the night before his birthday two years ago when Mingze gave him a bell.

He walked through the plum garden, the bell hanging on his feet rang with every step, and Mingze spoke behind him.

"I want to take you to see the snow scene on the top of the mountain..."

Feng Wuyou turned his head and smiled brilliantly.

"Okay."

Mingze's slender white fingers rested on a plum tree, which actually blossomed in May.

"And the sea of ​​flowers in the Mist Valley, I want to ride horses with you on the grassland and chase the wind, and admire the bright moon together. What do you call this kind of feeling, Xiao Wuyou?"

Feng Wuyou didn't know, but he was sure that he wanted to do the things Mingze said, and their hearts were the same.

After midnight, Mingze broke off a branch of white plum and gave it to Feng Wuyou.

"I only wish that Xiao Wuyou will have no troubles in the rest of your life, and that you will have long blessings; peace and happiness, smooth and worry-free, and a happy birthday, Xiao Wuyou."

Mingze didn't ask him for anything, but every word was for him.

He had indeed heard warm words.

...

"I hate you so much, Jiang Suo."

He looked at Jiang Suo again, his eyes red.

"How did you trick Mingze into not caring about himself and risking his life to go up to Jiaoyue Lake?"

...

Earlier, next door, Gu Jue told what he and Yu Chi saw and heard on the Lonely Moon Cliff.

This included the inexplicable fire on Jiaoyue Lake, which went straight into the sky and dyed half of the sky red.

Feng Wuqing said that he returned to his room very late that night, and it was very dark outside, and he didn't see any fire rising into the sky.

The Lonely Moon Cliff is not far away, but not close. If you look from Feng Mansion, you can still see the top of the Lonely Moon Cliff, but Feng Wuqing saw nothing.

Jiang Xu said that in the library of Zichen Dao Sect, there were some books recording formations. He had seen a formation called Scorching Sun Fire.

"This formation can summon blazing fire to devour demons and kill monsters, but due to its characteristics, the flames do not hurt mortals, so the flames are not ordinary fires. Except for those who practice, the flames cannot be seen by the naked eyes of mortals."

Gu Jue understood.

"Oh, so that's why my hand was burned, but Yu Chi felt that the flames were warm?"

Although Yu Chi said that he was half demon, he was still a human being in the end.

Jiang Xu saw him stretch out his hand and went up to take a look.

"This injury is indeed a burn of the scorching sun. It can be seen that Master Gu Jue has shrunk very quickly. Seeing that your burn heals so quickly, the medicine you used must be expensive, right?"

Gu Jue pinched his nose and stopped talking.

It is indeed not cheap. He had used up all the small jar of Yu Chi.

"But where did Jiang Suo get this soul-stealing incense? It is so weird. What is the meaning of its existence?"

Feng Wuqing threw a stove on the table. It was brought by Gu Jue. He had thrown it in the corner of Yu Chi's room. When he came this morning, Yu Chi asked him to bring it with him to ask Jiang Xu if he knew it.

"To be honest, this is also from the Zichen Dao Sect..."

Jiang Xu rubbed his head with a bit of embarrassment.

The original name of the Soul-stealing Incense was not "Soul-stealing", but "Forget Dust".

It was created by the founder of Zichen Daoism to help people get rid of distracting thoughts and practice cultivation.

Later, an elder of Zichen Daoism fell in love with an ordinary person, but could not get her. So he changed the formula of Wangchen and created Duopo.

"But in the end, the elder found that his lover did follow his lead in everything and was obedient, but she no longer had the vitality he loved in the past. He realized that he had destroyed his beloved with his own hands, and this realization drove him crazy."

"Later, he was expelled from the Taoist sect for harming mortals. At that time, the head of the Zichen Taoist sect listed the Soul Stealing Drug as a banned drug. If any disciple was found to secretly use it to harm others, the Zichen Taoist sect would personally expel the sect."

So when Feng Wuqing's people found the Zichen Taoist sect and explained the situation, the current head of the Zichen Taoist sect, Jiang Xu's master, sent Jiang Xu to clean

up the sect.

Whether it was the Burning Sun Fire or the Soul Stealing Incense, this was the sin that Jiang Suo committed with the thoughts and knowledge of the Zichen Taoist sect, and it should be the Zichen Taoist sect that should bear the consequences.

"But if it is true as Master Gu Jue said, then Mingze should be the mountain god who protects the Lonely Moon Cliff. How could he be killed by this formation?"

Yes, how could a god be killed by a formation that devours demons and kills monsters?

As Feng Wuyou finished speaking, the three people in the room looked at Jiang Xu in unison.

Jiang Xu spread his hands.

"Let's not talk about whether there are really gods in this world. Even if there are, how can they be seen so easily?"

"The Zichen Taoist sect does have a solitary copy of the record about Mingyue City and Lonely Moon Cliff. What was written on the solitary copy at that time seemed to be..."

Gu Yun said that thirty miles east of Mingyue City, there is a solitary cliff named Lonely Moon; white plums grow on the top of the cliff, which never wither for years; there is a deep pool under the tree, and there are spirits in the deep pool; at the bottom, a white dragon sleeps for more than a thousand years.

The Jiaolong is gentle in nature, attracted by the blessing of Ze, and bestows blessings and protects the area. The people are happy and respect him as the mountain god, and his name is Ze.

"So he is not a god, but he protects the people of this area, so that the people respect him as the mountain god, but he is a white Jiaolong who has practiced for a thousand years, or a demon."

"Even if he has separated from the pure demon bloodline because of the practice for more than a thousand years, he is still a demon. Dragon is indeed a god, but there is a Jiao in front of him, which is different from dragon."

Jiang Xu's words made everyone silent, they had never thought it was like this.