Chapter 1298 Breaking the Fantasy

Xiao Zimu has been very depressed these days. He doesn't want to do anything. He just holds the Blue Soul Tiger and is in a daze every day.

The deaths of the four elders and grandpas have dealt a great blow to him.

When he remembered that he had avoided himself from practicing at Elder Heiyue before, he hated himself.

The master must be very disappointed, right?

The more I thought about it, the sadder I felt, and tears fell on Lan Hunhun.

The Blue Soul Tiger sensed the owner's emotions. It raised its head and gently licked the tears on Xiao Zimu's face.

"Xiao Lan, what should I do..." Xiao Zimu asked with a sob. The mist in his purple eyes formed crystal tears and kept sliding down. "The elder and the others are gone. Now the Holy Grandpa and the Grandpa have become enemies with Guiyue Sect. Is he also a bad person?"

In Xiao Zimu's heart, Grandpa Saint, like the four elders, was very nice to him.

The four elders have already lost. Can even the Saint Grandpa have lost it?

If the Grandpa of the Holy Ancestor is not a bad person, why would his mother announce that Guiyue Sect and the Lord Emperor Temple are incompatible?

Why did Dad leave the Lord’s Temple?

Xiao Zimu had pretended too much in his heart, which was not what he should have at his age.

"Little guy, what are you thinking?"

A figure sat down beside him, and his familiar big hands covered Xiao Zimu's head, and he trampled him hard, making his hair messy.

After seeing Xiao Zimu's red eyes, Mo Wuzhu stopped his hands and his neck shrank, "Isn't it that I was crying?"

"Uncle Zhuzi, wuwuwu..." Xiao Zimu could no longer help and threw himself into Mo Wuzhu's arms and burst into tears.

Mo Wuzhu felt ache in her heart, and quickly hugged the little guy and comforted her gently, "What's wrong?

Tell Uncle Zhuzi, who bullied you?"

Xiao Zimu's tears wet his clothes.

"Grandpa Canyue and the others will never come back again, wuwu..." Xiao Zimu said in a crying voice, "I can't go to play with Grandpa Saint, right?"

The world of children is simpler than that of adults.

They think someone is good and they want to play with someone.

Xiao Zimu likes Grandpa Saint, and has been thinking about one day when he goes to the Lord Emperor Temple to play with Grandpa Saint, but now it seems that his plan is going to be ruined.

Mo Wuzhu felt the little guy crying in his arms, and his heartache deepened a little.

He patted Xiao Zimu's back and gently coaxed him, "It's okay, don't you think Uncle Zhuzi is with you?"

If you miss them very much, you can still see them."

"real?"

Xiao Zimu suddenly raised his head.

Mo Wuzhu replied affirmatively, "Of course, didn't I give you a flute before?"

Take it out.”

Magic Flute?

Xiao Zimu quickly took out the flute and handed it to Mo Wuzhu.

Mo Wuzhu didn't answer. He looked at the bamboo flute that had changed, and obviously felt that the spiritual power on the flute had increased a lot!

It was Xiao Zimu who inlaid a lot of spiritual weapons on it.

This little guy is indeed very powerful.

"I will teach you a mantra. After you silently recite it, you will use your spiritual sense to control it. You should think about the person you want to see in your mind. Do you know?"

Mo Wuzhu reminded.

Xiao Zimu looked at the long and narrow fox eyes, which was rare in it.

"good!"

Mo Wuzhu taught Xiao Zimu a mantra. Xiao Zimu silently recited it without thinking, and then slowly blew the bamboo flute as Mo Wuzhu said.

The sound of the flute is melodious and melodious, and green bamboo leaves float from the sky.

A painting appeared in front of me. In the painting, the bamboo forest was like a sea, and a vast green ocean. Five figures slowly walked out of the bamboo forest. The old face and kind smile were staring at Xiao Zimu.

It was the four elders and grandfather of the Holy Ancestor.

They had no grudges, love and hatred in the illusion, and were completely acting with Xiao Xiao Zimu's spiritual consciousness.

The five old men sat at a table, poured a cup of tea, and then chatted and laughed while drinking tea. However, Xiao Zimu couldn't hear anything they said.

"Grandpa Canyue, Master--" Xiao Zimu was excited and shouted.

Before he could finish shouting, the illusion disappeared.

"Your lips cannot leave the bamboo flute, the sound of the flute stops, and the illusion will disappear."

Mo Wuzhu sighed, "You can see the people you want to see, but that is just an illusion. You cannot communicate with them at all. They are all changed by your spiritual consciousness."

This bamboo flute has such a function.

It’s just that Mo Wuzhu didn’t tell Xiao Zimu before, because he was afraid that he would create a Xuan Junlin every day to look around.

Now, seeing how he missed the four elders so much, I told him.

"Yeah, I get it!"

Xiao Zimu held the flute in his hand tightly and nodded heavily.

As long as he could see the four elders and grandpas, he would be satisfied.

In the illusion, they lived in peace with the Holy Grandpa, and the picture was so good.

This is what Xiao Zimu hopes in reality.

"Uncle Zhuzi, I'll ask you a question, don't lie to me."

Xiao Zimu put away the flute, then looked at Mo Wuzhu with a serious face.

"You ask."

Mo Wuzhu answered without thinking.

"Do you really think Grandpa Saint is a bad person?"

This question made Xiao Zimu very sad.

He doesn't want Grandpa Saint to be a bad person.

After hearing this question, Mo Wuzhu was silent for a moment, then turned her head to look at the top of the mountain not far away.

Once, he and the old guy from the Holy Ancestor were drinking tea and chatting together on the top of the mountain.

Not only Xiao Zimu, he also didn't want to believe that the Holy Ancestor had a conspiracy.

However, he could no longer deceive himself with all kinds of signs, and the Saint Ancestor's every move had already threatened Xiao Liang'er's life, which Mo Wuzhu could not tolerate.

The beauty he wanted to protect would not be able to die but would not let a woman who would have some thoughts on her divine veins!

"Well, he's a bad guy."

Mo Wuzhu's voice no longer hesitated, and he would not leave any hope for Xiao Zimu, otherwise, Xiao Zimu would probably become a dilemma for Xiao Liang'er in the future.

If Xiao Zimu wants to protect the Holy Ancestor, Xiao Liang'er will be more troublesome.

So tell him earlier that the Holy Ancestor is a bad person and there is no need to have any fantasies.

Xiao Zimu's little face collapsed and he almost cried. He lowered his head, said nothing, and left in a daze with his Blue Soul Tiger.

I felt sad when I remembered the scene where Grandpa Saint-Grandpa once hugged him and made him happy.

However, he was a bad guy. His mother and father, including Uncle Zhuzi, all considered him a bad guy, so he could not think like this anymore. He would make things difficult for his father and mother. As Xiao Zimu walked, his eyes became extremely firm.

Even though he likes Grandpa Saint, he always believes in his mother and others.
Chapter completed!