My master is obedient and soft

"Report-Xianjun, Xianjun, something is wrong!"

Zheqing leaned on Lingyin's shoulder, wiped away tears, and tried to make her voice sound normal.

"what happened?"

Outside the door was a demon soldier, holding a steel fork, and said anxiously: "The number one lunatic in the fairy world we tied back, he went crazy! Many people can't control it!"

"He also said that he wanted to see you, Xianjun!"

Ever since Tan Shu was brought back to the Nightmare Realm, he was imprisoned in the spirit lock formation and kept under strict surveillance. Zheqing sent many people to guard him. Even if Tan Shu was seriously injured, he must not be taken lightly.

Zheqing said: "I know, you go down first, I will go there right away."

He stood up, straightened his appearance, and said to Lingyin: "Lingyin, I'll go and see him first."

As soon as Zheqing turned around, Lingyin grabbed his arm. He turned around and saw Lingyin looking at him worriedly.

"Be careful...he suddenly wants to see you, maybe he has no good intentions."

Zheqing said, "I know."

He looked at Lingyin and said, "Thank you, running the Kunlun Secret Mirror has consumed a lot of your mana, take a good rest."

Lingyin nodded, he hesitated, and struggled for a long time before saying: "Zheqing, there is one thing..."

Zheqing: "Tell me."

Lingyin said: "I want to go and see my brother."

Lingshu was also taken back to the Nightmare Realm together, and locked up in different places with Tanshu. Lingyin knew about these, but he never asked for a favor for Lingshu, and he also knew that Lingshu had committed a big crime. wrong.

Lingyin murmured: "I just want to...go see him."

In fact, Zheqing can understand Lingyin's mood, but he feels a little unworthy for him. His brother is like this, and he can be said to be indifferent to this brother. Still can't let him go.

Zheqing dislikes Lingshu very much. Although Lingshu has done many evil things, he did not cause any substantial harm to him... Now seeing the two brothers like this, Zheqing can only sigh and have nothing to say .

"Go, do you know where he is locked?"

Lingyin said he knew, and he told Zheqing again: "You must be careful."

Of course Zheqing knew to be careful, thanks to the spiritual weapon of Kunlun Secret Mirror, there is still a chance for him to reproduce the truth of the year, if not, he might be kept in the dark for the rest of his life.

There were so many misunderstandings between him and Wen Yuan and so many years of missing, some things, he had to ask Tan Shu face to face.

The spirit lock formation was built in a corner of the Nightmare Realm, surrounded by rocks on three sides, and the formation was treacherous. Tan Shu was imprisoned there, and his whole body was tightly locked by several thick and long iron chains hanging from the stone wall.

He saw Zheqing walking towards this side, raised his head, revealing a filthy face, with locks of hair stuck together, hanging down beside his face.

"You came."

Zhe Qing frowned, Tan Shu's image at this time can be said to be very embarrassing and dirty, he was locked here like a beast, his clothes were ragged, and the wound on his body was no longer bleeding, black and purple blood clots congealed one by one in his body.

He smiled at Zheqing, only his eyes were shining brightly.

Zheqing said: "I heard that you made a big noise and hurt someone, just to let me come to see you?"

Tan Shu looked at Zheqing's clean and tidy clothes and his majestic aura, and said with a smile, "Xiao Zheqing, Feng Shui turns around."

This address made Zheqing frowned, and he was instantly disgusted. He remembered the things he saw in the Kunlun Secret Mirror, and now that Tan Shu even called him "Little Zheqing" kindly, he couldn't help but A chill.

Zheqing stepped forward and slapped him without hesitation.

Tan Shu turned his head away from the beating, and coughed up a mouthful of blood uncontrollably. He was injured too badly.

"Tanshu, it's time for us to settle our accounts."

Zhe Qing's tone was unprecedentedly cold, as soon as he thought of what Tan Shu had done to Wen Yuan and him, he instantly had the urge to kill.

"Ahem..." Tan Shu said, "What do you want to settle with me?"

Zheqing said coldly: "300 years ago, don't you remember what you did?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Tan Shu's figure was visibly paused, his face hidden in the messy temple hair showed no expression, and after a while, he suddenly burst out laughing.

"So, you already know."

If Zheqing had some important matters to ask Tan Shu, he would have been unable to control his sword for a long time now, and he had to stab him a few blood holes to relieve his hatred.

Zheqing looked at him: "What else do you have to say? Now that it's like this, your plan has already come to nothing."

Tan Shu said slowly, "I have nothing to say."

He twitched the corner of his mouth: "I didn't expect it to be defeated by you in the end. It was my carelessness, and I didn't kill you at that time to prevent future troubles."

Seeing that he had no repentance at all, Zheqing became more and more furious. He couldn't help but stepped forward and grabbed his collar, and roared at him: "Do you know that you ruined Wen Yuan! You ruined him! "

Tan Shu coughed uncontrollably, but still smiled frantically.

Zheqing let go of him, took a step back, he struggled to calm down his frantic heartbeat, and asked Tanshu, "I think things have come to this day, and you don't have to hide them anymore."

"Let's talk about why Wen Yuan exposed his identity as a demon in the fairy world back then, why he was condemned by everyone, and..."

Zheqing paused for a moment before saying, "Falling into the Immortal Terrace, was it also designed by you in advance?"

Tan Shu coughed, looked at him and said unabashedly, "Yes."

"you!"

Even though he had guessed it beforehand, when Zheqing heard what he said, he was furious for a moment.

His fists were clenched and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his throat: "Why..."

"Because the fairy world was already under my control at that time, otherwise you thought it was just a small demon clan mixed in, so why go to war so much?"

Tan Shu said: "It was only later that I discovered that he was the incarnation of an ancient monster, but he hadn't fully awakened yet, so I wanted to use the Fallen Immortal Terrace to let him be struck by the thunder. This method can prompt him to awaken early. The greater his power, the better he can be used by me."

"But..." Tan Shu said: "Who told you that you dared to stop my good deeds. The thunder failed, but Wen Yuan was sent into the Nightmare Realm instead."

"I couldn't open the enchantment of the Nightmare Domain. At that time, I thought he was going to die, and I was a little pity that I missed his chess piece. Otherwise, I wouldn't look for that idiot Lingshu again in the future."

There are so many conspiracies, but Tan Shu said so lightly in a few words.

Zheqing smiled angrily, "At first I wanted to kill you to vent my anger, but now it seems that you are really to blame for death."

"Oh? Really." Tan Shu said suddenly.

Hearing his tone, Zheqing became alert, and he narrowed his eyes, "What kind of trick are you trying to play?"

Tan Shu shook his head: "I still have some tricks, but I don't think it's right for you to say that death is inevitable."

Zheqing raised an eyebrow.

Tan Shu looked at him and said, "Don't forget, it was Wen Yuan who killed all the people in the world."

In an instant, Zheqing felt a chill rushing up from his tailbone.

"In the end, it is Wen Yuan, not me, who is to blame for all deaths."

"You! You, you..." That's right, Zheqing forgot, how they agreed at the beginning, Wen Yuan helped Tan Shu kill people, and Wen Yuan took all the blame for it alone, Tan Shu is here In a catastrophe, I picked myself clean.

But Wen Yuan is all for him.

If he hadn't done this, Zheqing would have been silently cut to death 300 years ago.

Zheqing closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of fatigue attacking his whole body.

Until now, the instigator is still standing here, and the person who has been killed by him for so many years has long since lost his mind and disappeared.

Zheqing was so helpless that he didn't even have the strength to sigh, he had made an oath to heaven to protect Wen Yuan from harm all his life... Now that he is like this, he doesn't know what to do.

Do you want to watch Wen Yuan being punished?He can't do it.

Zheqing looked at Tanshu with unconcealable hatred. He drew out his Fuwei sword and aimed the sword point straight at him. His tone was beyond ordinary reason.

"Let's end here, everything should be over."

Tan Shu looked at him quietly, watching Zheqing go from anger to sadness to helplessness, and finally turned into a pool of stagnant water.He looked at him, watching him holding the divine sword with a faint blue halo, gradually approaching his throat.

Tan Shu suddenly spoke and called him, "Zheqing."

Seeing that the sword was about to be thrust into his throat, Tan Shu said, "I have something to say."

The point of the sword stopped when it was only an inch away from his neck, and Zheqing held the hilt of the sword and said calmly: "Okay, I will leave you a few last words."

In fact, he had a little secret hope in his heart, hoping that Tan Shu would have even a trace of repentance when he was about to die.

Zheqing waited quietly, then he heard Tan Shu say:

"I have never regretted what I have done over the years."

Zheqing sneered, thinking he overestimated him.

Then, Tan Shu said: "If I could do it all over again, I would still do it, and I would definitely kill you on that day 300 years ago without hesitation."

"Just now, Zheqing, you want to take my life, I'm sorry, I can't give it to you."

"Tan Shu will only die for one person in this life."

He raised his head and looked at the boundless sky. On that day, the Dao shone with a faint golden light in the layers of clouds and mists. It has become the yearning and end of countless people for thousands of years.

Tan Shu said softly: "My life is up to me, not God."

Zheqing instantly sensed his intention, and he shouted: "What are you going to do?!"

Tan Shu closed his eyes, as if immersed in some fragile dreams, even his voice became inaudible.

He said: "I am willing to sacrifice my immortal body and all godheads, and I am willing to fall into the endless hell and suffer from death penalty forever,"

"——only for Ling Xiao to be reborn and come back."

He opened his eyes and looked at Zheqing, with a gentle smile in his eyes, very much like when he was still in the fairy world: "Go to Wenyuan, the blood contract will be released after I die Open, and he will return to normal."

Zheqing looked at Tan Shu in front of him, his body suddenly exuded a faint haze, and then gradually became transparent bit by bit.

The last time he looked at Zheqing, he was actually smiling.Zheqing felt that if there was one word to describe his smile, he could only think of it - tenderness.

gentle?how so.

Tan Shu turned into specks of light and shadow in front of Zheqing, drifting with the wind, and finally disappeared completely in front of him.

He left nothing behind, the iron locks on the Spirit Locking Formation fell to the ground with a bang, hitting the pile of old bloody clothes.

He really died, and his soul fell into the endless hell as he said, not even a broken body was left behind.

Zheqing stared blankly, and slowly withdrew the Fuwei sword in his palm. He couldn't explain what it felt like for a moment, as if everything had been turned into a cloud of smoke and dust with his demise, and he could never be found again.

He stood quietly for a long time.

Until his body was hugged fiercely by a warm and tall body.

Wen Yuan trembled around his body, whispering in his ear: "Zheqing, I'm late..."

Zheqing's throat was itchy, but he couldn't speak, he touched his cheek, the wet marks on his hands, he didn't know when tears were streaming down his face.

Zhe Qing cried silently, but he couldn't explain why he was crying, he turned around slightly stiffly, and buried himself in Wen Yuan's chest.

"Ayuan...Ayuan...Ayuan."

He didn't know what to say, whether to comfort him or share his heart with him, he just felt very uncomfortable, as if he was about to suffocate, he had a lot of things he wanted to say to Wen Yuan, but in the end he had to say it over and over again Call him by name.

Wen Yuan gently stroked Zheqing's hair, showing great pity, he gently kissed his temple hair, and comforted him softly: "It's okay, it's all over."

He had just heard the entire conversation between Zheqing and Tanshu, and he also understood the whole story of what happened over the years.

Tan Shu's death also awakened all his memories that had been erased by him before, Wen Yuan was suddenly a little rejoiced, glad that he had done a right thing.

If he was given another chance to do it all over again, he would still do it without hesitation, because Zheqing was worth it.

Just like Tan Shu said that if he did it all over again, he would still choose to kill Zheqing, Wen Yuan would still protect him with his own life.

On this level, he and Tan Shu are the same.

But he is different from him in that he will not sacrifice innocent people, nor will he single-handedly cause the tragedy of others to perfect himself.

"Okay, stop crying," Wen Yuan said softly, "Master is about to become a little cat."

Zheqing sniffed, raised his head from his embrace, and slowly stretched out his hand to caress Wen Yuan's cheek, from the eyebrows to the high bridge of the nose, and then across his soft thin lips.

His Ah Yuan really came back.

Zheqing smiled through tears, this time he will never be controlled by others again, and will never leave his side again.

Wen Yuan looked at Zheqing like this, his eyes were a little hot, he wanted to hold him in his arms, and never parted.

Wen Yuan said: "Zheqing, I'm sorry, that day..." He pursed his lips, he forced Zheqing that day, there was no tenderness or pity, what he thought he cherished turned out to be self-defeating in the end, and hurt him instead.

When it comes to this matter, although Zheqing blames him a little bit, but now he doesn't want to pursue it anymore, it is enough for Wen Yuan to stand in front of him.

So Zheqing let out a muffled hum.

Wen Yuan noticed that Zheqing was still a little bit hard to get over the hurdle in his heart, he sighed, but didn't know how to say a thousand words, so he could only repeat: "I'm sorry."

Wen Yuan raised his head and looked at the faint golden light in the sky, but he couldn't stop feeling lost in his heart.

He wanted to stroke Zheqing's back, but he raised his hand, but after a few seconds of hesitation, he put it down silently.

In fact, on the way to find Zheqing, Wen Yuan already had a premonition...he couldn't escape the wrath of God.

But then he figured it out, why did he run away?

Although mortals are insignificant, they are nothing more than a drop in the ocean, but all things are living beings, and innocent people should not be killed indiscriminately, this is what Master taught him since he was a child.

The fairy world, the demon world, the human world, and the three worlds are indispensable. This is the natural law of all things. This delicate balance has been maintained for so many years and cannot be broken.

Now, the furnace was destroyed, Tan Shu was dead, and the undead who had been imprisoned in the furnace were also released in that war, and returned to the human world, and returned to the bodies of those mortals.

Now the mortal world is still a vivid scene, and the dead are resurrected again, but it is just like a dream.

Everything is back on track, everything is fine.

But those who make mistakes will be punished, and no one can make exceptions.

Even though the root cause of all these disasters was created by Tan Shu, just as he said, people were killed by Wen Yuan, and it was he who put an end to those insignificant people with one sword after another in every unknown night. life, he deserves to be punished.

Wen Yuan is actually not afraid at all, he is not afraid of heaven, nor anyone, the only person who can touch his heart is Zheqing.

But he was afraid that he would be sad.

The originally clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, like a fairy above the nine heavens knocked over the inkstone, and thick ink was scattered all over the wilderness.

Zheqing had just stabilized his emotions, and then became confused after hearing a thunderclap.

"What's going on here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yuan in front of him suddenly pushed him lightly, pushing him away from his embrace.

Wen Yuan opened his hands, eyes smiling: "Zheqing, the scourge is coming."

Zheqing's pupils suddenly constricted!

He raised his head in a panic, just in time to see one after another tribulation thunder strike, the speed is getting faster and faster, the interval is getting shorter and shorter, moreover, all the tribulation thunders are gathering towards him and Wen Yuan.

Zheqing panicked, the fear of losing Wen Yuan invaded him in an instant.

Zheqing rushed towards Wen Yuan, but Wen Yuan tapped Dingshen acupoint quickly.

He froze and couldn't move.

Zheqing watched Wen Yuan step back step by step, led Jie Lei away from his side, and set up another barrier to ensure that he would not be accidentally injured.

If Zheqing was able to speak at this time, he would definitely shout heart-piercingly: No...don't...

But he couldn't open his mouth, his eyes were bloodshot, and the tears flowed down his beautiful cheeks like broken threads.

Have you finally come this far?

Wen Yuan's eyes were red, but he was still smiling at Zheqing, he said: "It's okay, Zheqing, don't look at it and close your eyes."

His tone was deliberately relaxed, and with his usual deceiving pride, he said: "This seat is a majestic Demon Lord, what can this little tribulation thunder do to me."

But Wen Yuan knew in his heart that he couldn't escape. Even if he was a demon king, so what? There is the god of creation, Pan Gu, who created the world, and Nuwa created man, and there is a dynasty for thousands of years, who can escape? destiny.

He was alone, and only when he met Zheqing did he feel concerned, and he had all kinds of emotions and six desires.

Even if he dies today, it doesn't matter, he doesn't want to see Zheqing shed a single tear.

A shocking thunderbolt suddenly struck down, and Wen Yuan instantly transformed into a Chixiao sword, which could withstand it.

A layer of black smoke was lifted from the blade of the sword. The power of the scourge was too great. He could block this blow. I don't know how many thunders are waiting for him in the future.

Zheqing couldn't move, couldn't open her mouth, and could only watch helplessly as Wen Yuan gradually became powerless, gradually becoming irresistible...

His teeth were bleeding.

After a long time, the sky gradually cleared up, which also meant that the last tribulation thunder was coming, and the last one was also the strongest one.

How many immortal cultivators in ancient and modern times were shattered by this last tribulation thunder when they longed for ascension. It was so powerful that many people even died under it on the spot.

Wen Yuan's thunder has a meaning of punishment in it, so its power is even more terrifying, almost to the point of earth-shattering.

Wen Yuan slowly bent his body and barely supported the ground with his sword. After resisting for so long, the Chixiao sword was almost burnt black.

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, it was because he had just suffered an internal injury.

Wen Yuan thought silently in his heart, today's last thunderbolt might not be able to withstand it...

There was a sudden sound in the sky, and the dazzling red light of the thunder instantly ignited the Great Wilderness, and it slashed straight towards Wen Yuan.

At the very moment, Wen Yuan felt a figure flash in front of his eyes, swiftly, without hesitation, and with the determination of a moth to a flame, he jumped on him!

In an instant, the lightning struck, and they were completely blocked by the man on the body.

Wen Yuan opened his eyes wide in disbelief: "No!!!"

"Zhe Qing!!!"

Zheqing broke through the Dingshen acupoint, and rushed over at the last moment without hesitation to block the fatal blow for Wen Yuan!

The dark clouds dissipated, and the blue sky reappeared, Wen Yuan turned around to catch Zhe Qing's body lying in his arms.

Zheqing opened his mouth and spit out a big mouthful of blood with a "wow", dyeing his pure white clothes into a dazzling color.

"Don't, don't... What are you doing, why are you blocking for me...Zheqing...Zheqing!!!"

Wen Yuan hugged the bloody and light body in his arms tightly, he looked up to the sky and shouted in a broken voice: "No!!!"

Zheqing smiled weakly in his arms, and when he grinned, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth uncontrollably.

Wen Yuan's face was full of tears, he frantically wiped the overflowing blood with his hands over and over again, but he kept wiping more and more until his hands were bright red.

Zheqing fell into his arms like gossamer, this tribulation thunder was so powerful, Zheqing could clearly feel that all the meridians in his body had been severed, even the primordial spirit seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand , He couldn't even speak in pain.

But he still forced his eyes to look at Wen Yuan, he was afraid that he would never wake up again once he closed his eyes.

Wen Yuan was like a lunatic, crying and screaming, cursing the ruthlessness of heaven.

Zheqing smiled, even this slight movement caused his whole body to fall into uncontrollable pain, but he never frowned.

Wen Yuan tried to hug him, but his hands were shaking badly. He tried several times but failed to pick him up. He kept shaking his lips and repeated, not knowing who he was talking to.

"Zheqing...don't be afraid, don't be afraid...I won't let you die...you'll be fine...you'll be fine..."

While speaking, Zheqing suddenly used all his strength to support his arm and straightened up.

"You...what's the matter?" Wen Yuan was taken aback by his sudden movement.

Then, one by one white but bloody fingers gently and lightly went around Wen Yuan's neck, encircling him.

Facing Wen Yuan, Zheqing gasped and said with difficulty: "Do you still remember the promise we made between you and me before the war?"

Wen Yuan remembered.There was a moment when he was briefly awakened by the silver needle, and that was the only time he was awake.

……

"A Yuan, I have something to say..."

"Shh."

"What do you want to say, wait until we return safely, and then you will tell me yourself."

"Then it's settled, it's a deal."

"It's a word."

……

Wen Yuan opened his mouth, he wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

He allowed Zheqing's face to magnify infinitely before his eyes, and then, a bloody kiss was gently printed on his lips.

—— Fishy, ​​painful, but lingering.

He heard Zheqing's gentle and solemn promise, as if it came from the distant sky, but every word licked the tip of his heart.

"I love you."