Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

This is really a question to Xuanzhu, and it's not because he doesn't want to. When he was bewitched by the demon, he had such thoughts.But having a mind is one thing, and whether the body is able to do it is another.

However, it is true that this problem cannot be avoided any longer.

Xuan Zhu thought for a while, without further explanation, he just said: "Qing Mo, wait for you to read my past memories... we can decide this later, okay?"

Here is a reason that made Xuanzhu feel a little ashamed, even humiliating. Youqin Lian was the first person in this world to know about it.

At that time, they all thought that he would not find the person he loves here, but they didn't expect that person to be far away in the sky and right in front of them.

Wen Qingmo looked a little confused, but he didn't ask any more questions at this time, nodded and said, "Okay, whatever Master says is what it is. Next, let's go back to Wuyou Mountain as soon as possible."

"So anxious?"

"That's the rush."

How could Xuanzhu not know what Qingmo was thinking.

Probably because he felt that his catastrophe was coming, and before the catastrophe came, he wanted to quickly resolve the past matters of the two of them...

Xuan Zhu also wanted to know about his quarrel with the Mozun, and after seeing Wen Qingmo's firm expression, he smiled: "Okay."

Hei Ren didn't know when he started running around, just like when he first came to Ningle Valley 20 years ago, he chased the butterflies flying among the flowers and plants.

After a long time, the sky was getting late, and the two came to those rickety thatched cottages to say their final farewell.

A lot of blue morning glory vines spread and grow around the thatched cottage. The bleakness in this valley is no longer there, and there is a little bit of tranquility in the past.

Xuan Zhu picked a morning glory, twirled it on his fingertips, and handed it to Hei Ren.

Hei Ren took a bite and smacked it in his mouth a few times, maybe because he felt the taste was bad, he vomited it out after chewing a few times, the look of the bitter lion's face made both of them amused laughed.

Seeing Wen Qingmo's happy smile, Xuan Zhu couldn't help thinking that Ning Qingmo, who used to walk alone in the realm of comprehension, must have had a stern face that made people dare not approach easily. what will it be like.

"It is said that Xuanying's husband's ancestor had painted a portrait of you. At that time, he wanted to confess your portrait, but you refused." The old god Xuanzhu said, "Even if it is a demon cultivator, the blessings are also good. Tribulation is beneficial, why not?"

Regarding Xuan Zhu's ridicule, Wen Qingmo didn't take it seriously: "It was drawn according to my changed appearance. At that time, I only thought that if I couldn't survive the catastrophe, it would be life and death. Besides, I saved them. The purpose is not for blessings.”

Ning Qingmo once thought about changing the world's perception of Moxiu, but in the end, the world's disgust and fear of Moxiu remained unchanged.

Ning Qingmo once thought about stopping Ning Legu's man-made disaster, but it turned out that fate was inevitable, and everything came to nothing, just in vain.

Later, he became Wen Qingmo. He thought that the opportunity to break through the golden elixir had come, but he changed from cultivating truth to cultivating demons. From then on, the path of demons went smoothly, but it was not what he thought.

He thought, my fate is up to me, but it seems that the world has never gone according to his idea...

"However, I don't think that way anymore." Wen Qingmo had a slight smile on his face and firm eyes, "No matter what path I practice, as a monk, I am changing my fate against the sky, even if my destiny No matter how difficult it is to violate, I will go against the sky and change my fate. It will be the same for Master to cross the tribulation this time."

Xuan Zhu bent his index finger and tapped Wen Qingmo's forehead lightly, and said displeasedly: "This is what I said, I am very confident in this time, so you should also have confidence in me, you know? "

Wen Qingmo grabbed Xuan Zhu's fingers and held them tightly in his hand, with an indelible tenderness in his eyes: "I know."

"That's right." Xuan Zhu said, "Let's go back to Wuyou Mountain."

As soon as he heard that he was going back to Wuyou Mountain, Hei Ren ran over without Xuanzhu's call.

As soon as Hei Ren came over, Xuan Zhu took out a sword, and the sword light flashed, no need for Xuan Zhu to say anything, as soon as Hei Ren saw the sword appearing in front of his eyes, he obediently lay down on the sword.

Afterwards, Mo Ning came out with the sword, and before Xuanzhu moved, he heard Wen Qingmo say: "Master, you should take me with the sword."

Xuan Zhu readily agreed to this kind of proposal that he didn't want to miss any opportunity for intimate contact.

He held Wen Qingmo's hand and stood on the sword light together, and after urging the sword on Hei Ren's side to fly up, Xuanzhu tightened his arms around Wen Qingmo's waist, just like the old master who hugged him tightly The frail young man, like swimming in the sky and the earth, followed him to the sky.

When Xuan Zhu was Ji Wuyou, he had thought of "life and death" more than once. Even in the years when he lost his freedom, he felt that death would be a kind of relief for him, but at that time, death was delayed. Not coming……

And when he was reborn and became Xuanzhu, after meeting Wen Qingmo, he realized that a hundred years can pass so quickly, so fast that changing the hundred years in his dream seems to be in the blink of an eye.

He no longer believes in life and death, he wants to hold on to this fate, just like holding the hand of the person next to him, and spend century after century with Wen Qingmo.

******

Xuan Wen and the two arrived at Wuyou Mountain and told Hei Ren that they had to deal with some matters. After they went to play by themselves, Xuan Zhu received two voice messages from Chang Hongmiao, one was about Chu Zishi telling Ji Wuyou that Qingmo had already Wake up from resentment, but still need time to adjust breath practice; the other is about asking Ji Wuyou where he is, and if he has spare time, can he get together with Chang, Qiu and Hong who met a hundred years ago.

Just after Chang Hongmiao finished speaking, Qiu Miao also sent a message, asking him how he was recently, presumably he must have received news from Chang Hongmiao, she and Hongjiao have been in touch with him for a hundred years, why did he never No reply, it really chilled their hearts, etc. It sounds sad, but they said it while eating melon seeds.

Xuan Zhu always felt that if Qiu Miao was introduced to Tantai Yan in the future, the two of them would definitely be able to chat.

Wen Qingmo already knew that Xuan Zhu did not tell the three fellow Taoists that he was Ji Wuyou, and he had no objection to Xuan Zhu's actions, so after hearing the voices of Chang Hongmiao and Qiu Miao, he Obediently pulled by Xuan Zhu to sit down on the stone bed, he said: "Master, let's wait until everything is settled before we get together with them."

Xuan Zhu agreed: "I think so too."

Anyway, it wasn't a day or two since Ji Wuyou went missing, and it would be fine if there was more time. As for the chilling of Qiu Miao and the others, after everything was over, he would send something to apologize.

"Then, let's get started."

When Xuan Zhu said this, he thought that the two parties would see each other's memories, and after expressing their hearts to each other, they felt nervous as if they were going to meet each other sincerely.

"Let's guess fist, whose memory should we look at first?" Xuan Zhu suddenly suggested, seeing that Wen Qingmo was confused by the word "guessing fist", he explained, "That's how it is..."

Xuan Zhu explained the rock-paper-scissors fighting method to Wen Qingmo, and Wen Qingmo understood after listening to it, so the two chose two wins in three rounds, and Xuan Zhu won two wins and one loss to win the first look at Wen Qingmo's memory. Chance.

Wen Qingmo did the rock-paper-scissors movement again, looked up at Xuan Zhu: "Master, there are so many weird things in your world."

"When you read my memory, you will find that these are nothing." Although Xuan Zhu didn't leave any good memories of that world, but seeing that Wen Qingmo seemed a little interested in it, he said, "Actually, there are If there is a chance, I would like to go there with you to have a look.”

He wanted Wen Qingmo to know the place where he used to live and the city that existed.

Although everything was just a fragmented reality to him, but——he felt that this was a way to share it with the other party and let Wen Qingmo understand him better.

When he first came to this world, he hated the past, and he didn't even want to think about it. Later, as time went by and he walked alone for too long, he would occasionally think about the past, and think about the mistakes he stepped on. Each step.

If it is a partner like a little white rabbit, maybe he will still hesitate, but he will not find such a partner, and Wen Qingmo will definitely understand that all the past made him who he is now, so he will not be right. What is the beak of these past.

Moreover, it is precisely because of that cause that there is the result of coming to this world today.

Xuan Zhu thought so, and saw Wen Qingmo's tender eyes: "Qingmo, is there anything you want to tell me in advance?"

Wen Qingmo didn't say anything, looked at him, and suddenly leaned in front of Xuanzhu, gave him a long kiss, backed away, licked his lips around, with a satisfied face, a seductive smile, and said: "there is none left."

I didn't expect you to be such an unscrupulous devil!

Cough, but he also likes the Demon Lord.

Regarding Wen Qingmo's provocative operations, Xuan Zhu felt that he would never be immune for the rest of his life.

******

——Palace Master, that person never cared about generals like me, but you have to learn a little more.

Ning Qingmo was sitting in the lotus stone pavilion, and Tan Yangyu was like a demon when he left his study, always echoing in his mind.

The slightly smiling words were like a thorn in his heart, making him think of the Demon Lord Yin Xuedu he saw when he first woke up.

That day, when Ning Qingmo opened his eyes, Yin Xue was sitting alone on the side of the spacious bed, staring at him.

Those were a pair of eyes that made people shudder, filled with chilling desire for exclusiveness and madness. However, he only said a word at that time, and all the emotions in Yin Xue's one-eyed dissipated, leaving only the coldness that looked down on all beings. Ant-like disdain.

He asked Yin Xuedu: "Who are you?...and who am I?"

Yin Xue stood up alone, looked down at him, and replied: "Your name is Ning Qingmo, and you will be Ning Qingmo from now on. Starting tomorrow, I will find time to come over every day and tell you everything you have forgotten."

He watched the back of the crow-blue clothes go away, although he was told his name, he was not half happy.

Later he learned that the person who told him his name was the ruler of the Demon Realm——Mozun Yin Xuedu.

Later he knew that what Yin Xuedu said he had forgotten was not what he really forgot, because he was not really Ning Qingmo, no, it should be said that his body was Ning Qingmo, but his soul was someone else.

As for who it was, he doesn't remember.

After years of hypnotizing himself as Ning Qingmo, he believed that he was Ning Qingmo, and then just a year ago, Tan Yangyu, who was in the human world, sent news that he had found Ning Qingmo's soul.

For this reason, he was sent by Yin Xuedu to the human world to establish the Butcher Dao Palace.

He was not suppressed by the so-called laws of the human world, because all he had from the beginning to the end was the Mahayana cultivation level given by Yin Xuedu, and it was also Yin Xuedu who had been using weird magic techniques to support him in the demon world.

Previously, he would have wondered why Yin Xuedu took such pains to keep him, and even asked him to capture Ning Qingmo's primordial spirit himself.

But now, he doesn't think so anymore.

"My lord, what are you thinking?"

Xuan Huai appeared opposite Ning Qingmo and sat down.

Ning Qingmo's hand brushed over the table, and a jar of fine wine and two wine cups appeared on the stone table: "I wonder when you can join my butcher's palace."

"Thank you very much, Palace Master, for your kindness." Xuan Huai smiled back, and took the initiative to take on the responsibility of pouring wine. First, he filled the wine cup in front of Ning Qingmo and asked, "About Ji Wuyou, is there anyone news?"

Ning Qingmo lightly sniffed the scent of the wine cup in her hand: "All my subordinates outside reported that there was no trace of this person. Xuanhuai, Ji Wuyou, who is this person?"

Xuan Huai took a sip of his wine: "My disciple just loves the person he loves."

"Admiration..." Ning Qingmo stared at the young man in white in front of him, and suddenly asked, "Then Xuan Zhu, what kind of person is your senior brother?"

Xuan Huai's expression didn't seem to fluctuate in any way, and he said with a slight smile, "How did you think of asking my senior brother?"

"I've never asked you about Xuanzhu before, but today I suddenly want to know." Ning Qingmo said in a flat tone.

He won't say it, because he cares what Xuan Huai said - Xuan Zhu's feelings for him - he just wants to know what kind of person this person who loves Xuan Huai as much as he is.

Xuan Huai pursed his lips and smiled. He looked down at the fine wine in the cup, then looked up at Ning Qingmo, and then turned to the pond full of lotus flowers, with a calm expression on his side face, and his words seemed to contain a sigh of thinking about the past : "My senior brother also likes to drink, and he still likes to drink strong alcohol. The younger junior sister joked before that probably all the enthusiasm of the senior brother was given to wine, so he was so indifferent to other people."

"But other people don't include me and my little brother. My brother will smile at me and Xuanying, and I will be distressed because we have done something wrong, and I don't know how to explain to the master... Many things when I was a child are really vivid when I think about it now. eye."

Xuan Huai smiled like an elder recalling the past.

"Then why do you hate him so much?"

"Because... I'm jealous of him." Ning Qingmo didn't expect Xuan Huai to admit his feelings for Xuan Zhu so easily. Xuan Huai stood up slowly, walked to the edge of the stone pavilion, and looked at the colorful people in the pond. Koi, "He possesses an unrivaled talent for cultivation, so the master has high hopes for him, and he has also won the love of Junior Sister Xuanying. Along the way, he has never guarded against me sincerity. All this made me realize how much I am. He's so ugly, he's too beautiful, so beautiful that I don't think he should appear in this ugly world. Everything about my senior brother makes me jealous."

Looking at Xuan Huai's tall and tall back, Ning Qingmo also stood up and walked to Xuan Huai's side: "You tell me this, does it mean you trust me?"

Xuan Huai turned his head to look at him, the bewilderment on his face was gone, and he said with a smile in his eyes: "Since I form an alliance with you, there is nothing I can't say to you."

Ning Qingmo opened his mouth, he knew that even if he didn't say it, Xuan Huai would know what he meant, but for some reason, looking at Xuan Huai's expression, he suddenly wanted to say that sentence.

Then, Xuan Huai seemed to see through what he wanted to say, and suddenly a scroll appeared in his hand, interrupting his impulse.

Ning Qingmo watched Xuan Huai untie the scroll's tie, then took the shaft of the scroll and unfolded the scroll.

It was a painting, in which a young man was dressed in a stone-blue robe with wide sleeves, his skin was like snow, his temperament was pure and pure, and his beauty and moonlight were like exiled immortals.

"This is my senior brother, and the demeanor of the palace master is not much different."

Ning Qingmo frowned slightly.

"When senior brother told me his intentions, I was filled with disgust. I hated him for clearly knowing Xuanying's heart, but he pretended to give in, showing a noble character, making me look so unbearable. This also made me understand. After all, he and I are not on the same path." Xuan Huai put away the scroll and faced Ning Qingmo, everything in the world seemed to be at a standstill at this moment, leaving only the deep affection in Xuan Huai's eyes, just listen to him, "Qing Mo , when this matter is over, I will enter your Daoist Palace, you and I will stay together, okay?"

……

Xuan Huai had been away for a long time, and Ning Qingmo hadn't recovered from the intoxicating atmosphere in which the two of them looked at each other silently after she answered "yes" just now.

His heart has never been so excited, as if he felt the meaning of his existence in this world for the first time.

Not as Ning Qingmo's substitute, but to feel the true meaning of being a brand new Ning Qingmo.

******

Xuanzhu once again entered the world full of suffocating blackness.

In the black magic hall as far as the eye could see, Ning Qingmo, who was dressed in red, sat on the slum for a long time, as if sitting like this until the end of time, the world faded away.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt a powerful coercion from the demon cultivator. He remained motionless as a mountain, still propping his cheek with one hand, and staring at the empty front.

"Demon Lord Ning Qingmo, can we meet this time?"

A deafening voice with powerful mana came from outside the hall.

Ning Qingmo was a little impatient. This was the third time Yin Xuedu came outside his hall. Since he had already said that he would not belong to him, why this person is still so persistent is really annoying.

His lips didn't move, but his voice also spread out: "You can see me when you enter this demon palace alone."

After this time, if this person behaves like this again, don't blame him for being rude.

When he uttered those words, everything outside the temple appeared before his eyes.

Wearing a crow-blue costume, the Mozun with sharp features stood outside the hall with several generals. A general heard Ning Qingmo's words and said, "Your Majesty, this Ning Qingmo is too much. We were not even allowed to enter the gate of the palace, so why should you condescend yourself in such a dignified manner as you are, we went straight up and tore down this demon palace, what can he do to us?"

Yin Xue put his hands on his back, and sneered: "Yang Yu, do you really think that this person is only a demon king? Naive. You stay here with the others, and I will go in alone."

The general seemed shocked by Yin Xuedu's words: "My lord, what do you mean...he doesn't only have the strength of a demon king?"

"Change your habit of talking too much nonsense."

Yin Xuedu did not answer the subordinate's question, such a sentence froze the smile on the general's face.Then, he seemed to realize that the restraining formation outside the palace gate was no longer there, and the figure flashed, and he had come from outside the palace to the inside of the palace.

Ning Qingmo knew that, of course, it was not that Yin Xuedu couldn't break through this battle, but it would take a lot of effort.

Ning Qingmo was still sitting lazily. After Yin Xuedu appeared, he didn't care and even yawned.

For a while, there was silence in the hall, until Yin Xuedu spoke first: "When I saw the demon king Ning Qingmo today, I really believed that there are people in this world who deliberately hide their strength and don't want to be the master of this world."

Ning Qingmo said disapprovingly, "Did the Demon Lord come here this time to say these things?"

Yin Xuedu's gaze swept over Ning Qingmo's whole body, from his hands to his neck, as if he was going to strip Ning Qingmo naked, and finally stopped on Ning Qingmo's eyes, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, his eyes full of interest: "Ning Qingmo Qing Mo, you obviously have the same strength as me as a demon king, why do you want to be this little 'devil king' who is shrunk down in a corner?"

The author has something to say: As a person who knows who is the soul in Ning Qingmo's body, I feel very complicated_(:°з」∠)_

The next chapter will finish talking about the memory killing of the demon world, and the next chapter will be the worry-free memory killing of the present world.

I try to finish as quickly as possible.