Chapter 81: Xuanmen Key

Murong Chun rushed to the Heavenly Sparrow Sect.
Goodbye Gong Lin, as if a world away.
This round-faced wife seemed to have grown up in a few days. Seeing him, she no longer sang like a cheerful bird and threw herself in his arms.
She just stood quietly behind her parents, looking at him like an ordinary guest.
In front of her father-in-law and mother-in-law, Shouli's Murong Chun naturally couldn't ask her directly, so she had to suppress her anxiety and explain to the old man that she had never set foot in the brothel.
He was justified and well-founded. How many roads he drove every day, where and how long he stayed, are well documented.
Sect Master Gong's expression finally slowed down, but he still didn't let go. He only said, "So, Great Sword Immortal Murong thinks, what is your master, Lord Sword, in terms of emotional matters?"
"Ah..." Murong Chun looked panic for a moment, "Master is a human being, naturally, he is upright and upright, emotionally... the couple are deeply affectionate and loyal."
How can disciples say bad things about Master behind their backs!
But what he didn't even notice was that when he said the last few words, his voice was unconsciously lowered a lot, and he hesitated a little.
Over the years, Mu Roujia has come too often, and is about to set up camp in Wanjian Guizong.
A while ago there was a shallow jade...
Plus that Yun Jianbai, who is always ready to pack his bags and come in as a concubine...
Master Gong Zong was so sophisticated, he was very clear in his heart when he looked at Murong Chun's expression.
The couple glanced at each other and understood--Murong Chun also knew that Lord Sword had other women with Liu Qingyin on his back, but he couldn't speak ill of Master behind his back.
Sect Master Gong sneered: "You will learn from Sword Sovereign, and you will learn from all aspects. With us, Arlene is also a'deep love and loyalty'? Even if you are surrounded by Yingying and Yanyan, you are weak. Take only one scoop for three thousand water, right?"
"No, no, no," Murong Chun hurriedly waved his hand, "I am dull by nature, and I am most afraid of women getting a headache. How dare I have a lot of contact with Yingyan. Gong Lin is enough in this life, and I have nothing to ask for."
The round-faced woman had already had tears in her eyelashes, her lips were still pressed tightly.
Murong Chun's expression was so sincere that Sect Master Gong could only sigh secretly-if this son pretends, then he will surely become a generation of heroes and achieve boundless hegemony.
"Alin, would you like to believe it?" Sect Master Gong threw the question back to his daughter.
Murong Chun was full of expectation, raising his eyes and staring at his Taoist companion.
Not seen for a few days, she became a little haggard, and her round face was slightly sunken, making her more beautiful. Murongchun's heart suddenly filled with tenderness, and he couldn't wait to bring her into his arms immediately, feed her fat twice and talk about other things.
"I believe it." Gong Lin finally raised her eyes and glanced at Murong Chun.
Murong Chun was overjoyed.
But after hearing Gong Lin say again: "However, I still decided to return the bones to you. Murong, the gap between you and me is too big. I didn't want to understand until this moment. After all, I don’t deserve it. you."
Murong Chun was about to speak, but Gong Lin put up her palm to stop him, and continued--
"If I am a woman who can stand shoulder to shoulder with you, then, upon hearing the news that you are in the brothel, I can immediately take the sword and go to the door. If I have the cultivation base of yours, when your teacher humiliates me, I Then you can fight her happily. If my sect can match Wanjian’s return to the sect, then my retreat father will not be forced to go out and meet people he doesn’t want to look at. Smile at a loss."
Murong Chunru was struck by lightning: "Arlene... I let you... suffer so many wrongs."
The smile on Gong Lin's face was extremely painful, but with the breath of new birth: "So, Murong, let's be well. I am very happy with you. I don't blame you. We can get together and relax. Come, take away the carved bones, and return mine to me-you see, I am not a good match for you, I don't even have the ability to remove your carved bones."
Murong Chun was silent for a moment, a ray of determination in his eyes.
He summoned the sword backhand.
The faces of Sect Master Gong and his wife showed ‘it really is so’, as if they were sighing, but also like relief.
Gong Lin closed her eyes, resisted the tears, and handed her arm to Murong Chun.
"Zheng"
"Clang--"
The three men looked at the broken sword on the ground in astonishment.
Murong Chun knelt on one knee, raised his head, eyes faintly shaking with tears: "It is my incompetence that made my father-in-law and wife misunderstand this. Today, Murong Chun cut off his life sword and his sword intent was also abolished. From then on, it was just an ordinary No matter the monk, I hope you don't dislike it and give me one more chance."
"you you you……"
Gong Lin was shocked to aphasia.
Murong Chun smiled: "Master has the grace of rebirth to me, and Murong dare not betray the teacher. Although the sword intent is now abolished, it is still possible for Huizong to be the head of the house. I hope Madam will not despise me and I can still support my family. of."
Where could Gong Lin be able to hold it back, and immediately rushed forward, hugging him and crying.
...
The news that Great Sword Immortal Murongchun destroyed his future for the Taoist companion soon reached the brothel.
All the disciples under the seat looked at Murong Chun with the sad eyes of an old mother, and sighed.
Murong Chun also looked anxiously: "...It is impossible! What Taoist couple, in this life, I, Murongchun, will never look for any Taoist couple."
He stroked the natal fairy sword in front of him, his face was speechless: "Break the sword for a woman? Even if I die, even if I become crazy, even if it's ten one hundred years later, there is absolutely no possibility that I will fall in love with any woman!"
Lin Chuo: "..." Zhenxiang's warning came shockingly.
This incident reminded Lin Chiu of a plot. In the book, Murong Chun’s cultivation was completely destroyed, and when Wan Jian returned to the sect to manage the logistics, it was the section where Liu Qingyin and Qin Yunxi were so good at mixing oil.
After a rainy night, both Qin and Liu realized how important each other was in their hearts, so they had a long talk and resolved all the misunderstandings they had had before.
After the couple got together, seeing Murong Chun's cultivation base destroyed because of family affairs, I felt extremely sorry for him, and often went to his Cang Songfeng to persuade him. Murongchun's Taoist companion has a temperament, and she always keeps people out of the cave for Murongchun, saying that he wants to rest in peace, and no one sees.
This episode was quickly forgotten by Liu Qingyin, because it was at this time that she encountered Mahayana's heart-warming catastrophe. The book didn’t mention how Wen Xinjie survived, only knowing that although Liu Qingyin passed through the catastrophe smoothly, but the soul was severely injured, Qin Yunxi was heartbroken, looking for Qianruyu, wanting to ask her for the last one. Marrow jade flower.
Lin Chiu pulled Wei Liang's sleeve.
Wei Liang understood it and took her to a quiet place with no one.
"I want revenge." Lin Chiu's eyebrows were crooked and he smiled cunningly. "When my Yuan Ying crossed the robbery, Liu Qingyin used the mysterious key to break into my robbery to interfere with me. This time I want to ask her for it. Come."
Revenge is actually just an excuse.
Liu Qingyin in this world has nothing to do with Lin Chuo, and Lin Chu won't put another Liu Qingyin's account on her.
Just instinct tells Lin Jiao that Liu Qingyin's Mahayana Questioning Heart Tribulation is most likely related to Lin Qiu.
Lin Chu really wanted to know if there was any unknown connection between herself and Lin Qiu, and she also wanted to know more about Lin Qiu. As for Liu Qingyin... Enter the Tribulation Realm first to see what she has done, and then decide whether to clean up her.
Wei Liang smiled and said, "Okay."
He had seen Qin Yunxi's memory, and naturally knew that Liu Qingyin was about to overcome the catastrophe.
After thinking for a moment, he said: "The secret key of the mysterious door should be in Wang Weizhi's hands."
"Yes, I think so too." Lin Zhuo nodded.
In the present world, because Wei Liang and Lin Chuo intervened, Qin Yunxi got the Xuanmen secret key first, and then gave it to Liu Qingyin when he was dying.
But it is different in the book. The secret key is never mentioned in the book from beginning to end, so the greatest possibility is that after Wang Weizhi and Wang Yangyan empathized, he took the secret key.
Zhuo Jin's temperament didn't seem to be someone who would take care of the heirloom treasures for others, so Wang Weizhi had the eighth achievement of the profound door key.
Lin Chuo asked, "Will he hide the profound door key or take it with him?"
Wei Liang smiled calmly: "Take it with you."
She raised her eyebrows: "Why?"
He smiled mysteriously: "He'can't let go'."
"Oh...!" Lin Chiu suddenly realized.
But how?
Wang Weizhi's cultivation was in the middle of the Mahayana, and his sword intent had reached the level of Sword Sovereign.
If you want to take it, you can only defeat him by Lin Xiumu and Lin Zhuo. It will be a very tragic battle. Moreover, Wang Wei is so independent and arrogant, I am afraid that he would rather die than hand over the key unless he is killed. Then search the corpse.
If you don't take it by force, it won't work, no matter whether it is temptation or persuasion. Wang Weizhi and Wang Yangyan were sympathetic. He knew that his parents were keeping their promises until their deaths. As a son of man, how could he hand the secret key to others?
Wei Liang stood silently watching Lin Chuo.
He wanted to see what other novel methods had to pop out of her little head.
"Mengxiang."
She put her little hand straight into his universe bag, and after a while, she took out a small box of black incense.
Wei Liang raised his eyebrows and looked at her.
This is the little gadget that the two of them bought back at the night market. With this incense, people sleeping in the house can meet in dreams. The store had winked and told Wei Liang that with this, you can try many games that you can't usually do. In the dream, any posture is not a problem.
Use it to deal with Wang Weizhi?
Wei Liang was slightly puzzled.
One is that, as a monk in the middle of the Mahayana, Wang Weizhi has not slept anymore.
The second is that the sword intent of the Sword Master is his own will, even if he dreams, he cannot be deceived.
Want to make a man lose his mind...
His face gradually sank: "Tweet, I don't allow you to take risks."
"Where did you think of it!" Lin Chiu said, "Don't you think I'm going to seduce him?"
"I didn't think it." Wei Liang looked serious, his eyes slanted to the side, looking at a crow on the tree very uncomfortably.
Lin Chi stopped his smile, stood on tiptoe, leaned on his shoulders, and muttered for a while.
Wei Liang's brows gradually stretched, and he sighed helplessly: "You..."
The two quickly locked Wang Weizhi's position.
For so many years, Zhuo Jin still lived in the small courtyard in Jingjing, while Wang Weizhi bought an entire street and drastically built a huge mansion comparable to the mansion of Wang Sun. Occasionally, when coming to the common world to listen to Zhuo Jin's "hadith", if he is not in a hurry to go back, he will live in this big house and drink for a few days alone.
It just so happened that Wang Weizhi had been lazy in the mortal world again these few days.
Lin Chu and the two did not show up. She chose an inn with a good environment, far away from Zhuo Jin, picked out a goose-yellow cloud dress, followed the memory, and changed it to a very simple style.
With the help of Wei Liang, she quickly finished it. Now, Lin Zhuo was even more sure that Wei Liang had made the big red robe himself, and his heart felt warmer.
She changed into a remodeled yellow suit, and diagonally pulled the black hair that had grown near the butterfly bone into a loose bun.
"Does it look good?"
"Ok."
She is naturally beautiful, with goose yellow that makes her skin white like jade, her black hair like ink, and her long neck like a crane. Although the style of the clothes on the body is very simple and old, it adds a lot of classical charm compared with the popular stand-up collar skirts.
"Then I will go."
She went out, walked leisurely through the streets, and strolled around Jingjing City. When she arrived at the powder shop and clothes shop where the women gathered, she always stayed for a long time. Soon, it attracted countless envy eyes.
Occasionally, a woman came forward to strike up a conversation, and Lin Juo replied solemnly: "I don't remember where I bought the clothes. I just remember that the shopkeeper called it "Dream Waiting for You"."
Such a prosperous country is worth a thousand dollars in a moment.
Lin Chuo passed a street with her front foot, and on her back, many clothing shops quickly took the goose yellow yarn and began to make clothes according to the style of her body. When Lin Zhuo returned to the inn after walking around, she found that the woman who followed the trend the fastest was wearing a yellow dress that was very similar to her, with a slanting cloud bun, looking almost the same as her from the back.
Sure enough, chasing fashion trends is a human instinct carved into the bone.
Lin Chiu returned to the inn with a snicker, and stood by the window holding hands with Wei Liang, watching the crowds underneath.
The tide is like red algae in the ocean. Once spread out, it will be flooded.
By the next day, nearly 30% of the women walking on the street were wearing goose-yellow retro dresses that "dream of waiting for you".
Lin Chuo looked at Mengxiang in his palm, stood on tiptoe, and put a soft kiss on Wei Liang's lips.
"An Xin is waiting for me here. I have a sense of measure. I will never force it. Safety is the first priority." Her voice was soft and soft, making him feel at ease for no reason.
"Yeah." He answered unwillingly.
Lin Chuo went out.
It just so happened that a red light burst into the sky.
Wang Weizhi never knew how to keep a low profile. In the realm of mortals, the sword will go back and forth at every turn, and it will be quite vigorous.
Lin Zhuo used the Jieliandu to stop Wang Weizhi's path.
With her back to him, she stood on the cloud like a phantom, waiting for her.
Wang Weizhi saw this figure from a distance, and as soon as he shook the gods, Lin Chu decisively transformed into the void Molian and disappeared before his eyes out of thin air.
"..." Wang Weizhi's mind seemed to be thrown into a huge boulder, his whole body froze for a moment in the air, and then he flew to the place where Lin Chu disappeared.
People are gone.
Only a strand of dreamlike goose yellow yarn slowly fell towards the bottom.
Without thinking, Wang Weizhi swept down.
The moment his feet fell on the ground, his pupils instantly shrank into needle points.
With a dry throat, he stared at a graceful figure not far away. That woman, with her loose hair slanted in a loose bun, was wearing the yellow shirt that he remembered most, farther and farther away from him...
Wang Weizhi teleported to behind the woman, his throat twitched, his hands trembling, and he pressed it on the woman's shoulder.
The woman turned her head.
She squeezed back in half a scream. She flushed with a plain face, and smiled at him shyly: "Lang Jun, what's the matter?"
Wang Weizhi was extremely disappointed.
He let go of his hand in despair, took two steps back, and quickly disappeared into the crowd.
But in a blink of an eye, he saw another woman in the same dress. Another, another, and another...
On the endless stream of streets, from time to time, a woman who dressed up very similar to Huang Yinyue's life appeared, swaggering past him. I’m like a nightmare in my ears, and I hear someone saying
"Dreams like you." "Dreams like you..." "Dreams like you?"
His panting became heavier and heavier, and the world before him seemed to keep spinning.
He grabbed a woman casually, with bare eyes, and forced her to ask where she bought her clothes.
Soon, he discovered the truth-every clothing store was selling such a skirt, and it became popular overnight.
Wang Weizhi finally realized that after nearly a hundred years, his birth mother's clothes had suddenly become a trend.
He felt that he needed to stay beside Mr. Zhuo for one more day, quietly.
Arriving in front of Zhuo Jin's small courtyard, after hesitating for a while, Wang Weizhi put down his hand that was about to knock.
Mr. Zhuo was seriously injured when he took the Immortal Imprint. Although he didn't mention a word, but Wang Weizhi had been with him for decades, how could he even be unable to distinguish his state.
‘That’s it, talking about this kind of thing will only make your husband laugh. ’
After thinking for a moment, he silently returned to his luxurious mansion, took out all the wine under the tree, and drank it by the altar.
Looking at the specially found pine tree, he was silent for a while.
At the beginning, Wang Yangyan hid the profound door key under the small pine tree in his backyard, and specifically instructed him not to pee under that tree.
Today, the pine tree is still planted in his compound of the Wang family's clan, but there is nothing under the tree.
After drinking and storing the wine, he returned to the big golden silk couch in the main house, reclining on the cloud pillow, and when he lost his mind, a voice kept whirling in his heart.
"Dreams like you..."
"Dreams like you..."
"Dreams like you..."
Wang Weizhi's eyes wet for a moment, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corners of his lips: "Huang Yinyue, is that you?"
He kicked off both boots, bent his knees, and curled up on the couch.
"Well, I may not have slept in many years, just take a nap here."
Lin Chuo had already sneaked into the house with the virtual reality mirror.
She dumped the entire box of Mengxiang incense in her hands into the incense pot at the end of the bed, and then leaned against the wall, fascinated.
...
Bewildered, as if hearing a female voice calling him.
"You Ran... You Ran..."
When Wang Weizhi opened his eyes, he saw a yellow figure standing by the window, with his head in a cloud bun and his back facing him, carefully closing the window for him.
He bit his lip anxiously, swallowed the word "mother", and asked dryly: "Is that you? Huang Yinyue."
The movement of the woman's hand was slightly stagnant, her voice was erratic, and she was full of concern, and said, "You Ran, I am doing great now. I am with my husband every day and there is no more sorrow. How about you? When can you let go Hatred?"
The voice was light and erratic, as if it was close to my ear, and it seemed to be far away in the sky.
Unfamiliar and familiar.
"You Ran, when can you put it down?"
Wang Weizhi's eyes flashed brightly, and his lips were silent.
He hesitated for a long time. After all, he didn't dare to step forward. He just scratched his neck and asked, "Aren't you dead? You're gone, how can you come back?"
The woman didn't answer, and only gently locked the window.
She didn't turn around, stood far away for a moment, and sighed softly--
"As a parent, the greatest wish is to see your children safe and happy. You Ran, let go, if you are upset, your father and mother will not be safe looking at the sky."
Wang Weizhi felt that his Adam's apple was gripped heavily by a hand, and his nose was choked with sour and vinegar, and he felt uncomfortably tight.
"Don't you hate Wang Yangyan?" He said with difficulty, "He, for a key, watch you die, you don't hate him?! Don't hate him at all? Huang Yinyue, must you be so hypocritical? ?"
"You Ran..." the female voice said softly, "Father loves his mother deeply, and mother loves his father deeply. People who truly love each other don't need words, but they have the same heart."
"So you'd rather die than Wang Yangyan's vows. He also knows you think so, right?" Wang Weizhi's gasping voice echoed in the empty and luxurious room.
The woman was silent for a moment: "...maybe."
Wang Weizhi blinked his eyes fiercely, kicking the brocade away from him like a child.
"You, you, you are very good! You have fulfilled yourself, fulfilled each other! What a loyal and courageous chivalrous couple, eh?!" Wang Weizhi panting like a cow, "Ah, it's great, it's noble! Just die like that, it’s glorious, isn’t it! Will it be possible to resist? Killing, don’t you understand? What is this, what is this, it’s not up to me to take revenge!"
"You Ran has grown up." The female sighed softly.
"Yeah, yeah!" Wang Weizhi was fierce, and lifted all the soft objects on the golden silk couch to the ground, his voice hoarse, "Now Wang is in my palm, and I have cleaned up those people one by one! I am the sole owner, and I don’t need you anymore! When I need parental care, you die, die! Now, I don’t need you anymore. What should I do to come back! I don’t need you!"
"So, it's time to let it go..." The female voice was soft and soft, "You Ran, you will be proud of you in the Spirit of Heaven."
"I don't need..."
"You Ran, try to put it down, give it a try..."
"I do not!"
"Just try it once..."
"I……"
"Try it, let yourself go, freely..."
The woman's back faded little by little, as if it had melted into smoke.
A spirit of Wang Weizhi leaped to the window and fished out with his arms, only to get his hands empty.
"Mother? Mother! Mother!!!" This was the first time in Wang Weizhi's life that this word had been uttered. In an instant, there seemed to be a gap in the sealed cold heart.
"mother--"
Wang Weizhi suddenly sat up on the golden silk couch and found himself in tears.
"I haven't finished cursing, how dare you go!" He clenched his fist and thumped it against the edge of the soft couch.
After a while, he covered his face and cried like a child.
In the corner, an incense just burned out.