Comprehensive Immortal Sword

Under the deterrent force of Xihe's soaring Yang Yan, Zong Lian dragged Ziying away with unsatisfied intentions.

Before leaving, Ziying turned her head and glanced at me, then raised her head and asked Zong Lian.

"Master...can I still visit Master Xuanxiao in the future?"

Probably because she felt that her question was a bit out of order, Ziying lowered her head, then raised it up quickly, and looked at Zonglian expectantly.

"Ziying will be careful...Ziying will tell the master that she won't come often, only come once in a while when she is practicing swordsmanship and immortality. Ziying feels that Master Xuanxiao is here alone...a bit lonely ..."

"..."

Zong Lian was silent, he turned his head to look at my eyes, I don't know if it was my illusion, I actually found in it the kindness that seemed to Xuan Lang and Zi Ying.

It's not about regret and guilt, but because the elders care about the younger generation's kindness.

Finally, he nodded, his voice was like a sigh.

"Forget it, if you have time, you can come here to accompany him. Alone, eight years... No matter how much, you will feel lonely..."

Touching Ziying's head, Zong Lian, who seemed to be defeated by all his persistence, laughed his old face into a chrysanthemum in his extremely pure eyes.

"If Ziying wants to come, then come. I'll tell her at the head of the house, Ziying doesn't have to worry."

Are you lonely...

I closed my eyes, and stopped looking at the two silhouettes of the master and apprentice walking out in harmony holding small hands. I heard the sound of the gate of the forbidden area closing, and the silence was restored in the forbidden area. Breathing was barely audible.

Speaking of which...the sound of the door opening was not heard before.Could it be that his hearing has deteriorated because of being frozen?Or...was it really because I was too lonely, so I fell asleep a little...?

On weekdays, there is always something going on and making noise, especially Xi He, who has a strong interest in disturbing my sleep, probably sensed my mood, buzzing non-stop.

Although it broke the lonely silence, but if you listen to it too much, it's just like a fly flying around there, very annoying!

"Xi..."

Opening my eyes, I glared at Xi He, who had become more aggressive and lively recently, but was surprised to find that a pair of red pupils were close at hand. The vertical pupils like beasts were very sharp, and there was a bit of unspeakable dissatisfaction .

It is a heavy building.

Suddenly, I felt an inexplicable sense of powerlessness, but I was quite happy in my heart. I felt that there was an unspeakable oppression when his face was so close. I took a step back... wait, take a step back! ?

Am I not frozen in ice...?

Probably because he noticed my movements, Chonglou's voice was obviously full of complacent pleasure.

"Didn't I say that I have my own way? It's so trivial that it's so difficult for me!"

Holding back his smile, Chong Lou looked down at me slightly, raised his eyebrows a little displeased, and stood with his arms crossed.

"What were you laughing at?"

"laugh……?"

I repeated it subconsciously, and I was a little surprised to find that I was actually laughing just now...

I laughed when I was told I was lonely... Could it be that I was really frozen in the ice for too long?Or, after being frozen for eight years, I suddenly felt that child's undisguised care, and finally succeeded in making me evolve into the...shotacon...in my sister's mouth?this is too scary……

Well, it may also be a wry smile, self-deprecating?

Shaking my head, I frowned slightly.

"For eight years, I haven't seen the sun, and I feel very relieved to finally see my old friend."

Chonglou was not very satisfied with my answer, so he snorted coldly.

"Whether it's relief or sadness, only you guys have the spare time to struggle with such complicated feelings!"

After a pause, Chonglou looked me up and down. I don't know what I saw on my slightly unhappy expression, but I became a little happier.Although there was still the disdainful frown on his face, the warmth in his red pupils was much warmer.

"Now, you are more like a member of my demon world than the first time."

Stretching out his finger to point at me, Chonglou's tone carried a feeling of "how about it, it's still mine in the end", but this time, he didn't open his mouth to invite me to the Demon Realm.

...I thought about it, Mr. Mozun, whom I had resolutely rejected a few times before, is probably, maybe, maybe waiting for me to ask, and it would be better if I offered to go to his Demon Realm.

Silently calling Xi He, I seemed to be gently wiping its sword with my fingers, but actually communicated with it in a very 'peaceful' way—you say!What on earth have you done to me! ?Why did I follow the method of cultivating the immortal sword calmly, but the spiritual power I cultivated became quite demon-style recognized by the demon king.

...and more and more demon style!

Guessing that Zhonglou's patience was almost exhausted, I stopped torturing Xihe, and looked at Mozun - Invitation to Fight fearlessly.

If you want to change the topic, the best way is to start a new topic.I think, for Chonglou, fighting or something should be more interesting than being rejected again.

To my surprise, although Chong Lou looked eager to try, he finally shook his head and refused.According to him, although I seem to be able to move freely now, I am actually still in the ice. Although there is no harm to my body, once I fight, he probably can't control himself. If I hurt the current me, then return to the ice When it comes to the body, the damage will be multiplied...

Moreover, he actually has something else to do, so he just stopped by to have a look...to express condolences to his friends.

Before leaving, Mozun looked at me from behind, pondered for a long time very imposingly, and finally dropped a sentence forcefully.

"I've always been a loner, so there's nothing wrong with that....Just, if you don't like being alone, just call me."

Seeing the disappearing figure of Zhonglou, I shook my head.

The hard-spoken and soft-hearted duplicity Lord Mozun...

... However, it seems that it is not bad to have such a friend.

As the days passed, the intervals between Xihe's buzzing became shorter and shorter. Every time I just fell asleep, Xihe over there would start screaming back and forth.Then I opened my eyes, and what I saw was either Chonglou or Ziying.

From the changes in the appearance of the Demon Lord over the years, I naturally can't see the passage of time. I just realized that we were able to sit together calmly after a fight, drinking and chatting in a harmonious atmosphere. , It turns out that those passing times really existed.

Friendship is something that cannot stand the test of time, while some - often those that are especially sincere and rare - are like fine wine, which will become more and more mellow with the passage of time, making people unwilling to give up .

Although his temper is a little bit grumpier, his personality is a little bit more unruly, he does things a little more freely, he speaks a little more sharply and not euphemistically, and he discriminates a little bit more against the human race, but when he really gets along and gets acquainted with him, Mozun is actually a very Easy to get along with, um, Mo.

Moreover, even though Chonglou's temper is a bit off, he is still kind to my friend.Although he often asked me whether to follow him to the Demon Realm every few times, he never planned to implement non-violent non-cooperation after being rejected, although I always felt that he had persistence and incomprehensible persistent.

I don't know what a demon should be like, or what Chonglou should be like. I only know that, facing Chonglou, I can gradually show not only Xuan Xiao, but more and more original of myself.Specific manifestations... well, maybe it is my illusion, I think when I get along with Chonglou, he is often choked by me.

Speaking of it, this kind of getting along with each other really makes people feel happy.

... Sometimes I think, following this trend, even if I finally go home, I'm afraid I won't be able to forget my friend Chonglou.

And every time I think about what would happen to my friend if the Chonglou disappears, I don't want to think about it no matter what...

Compared with Chonglou, Ziying's growth is something I can see. I watched him grow from a child full of fans to a tall and handsome boy.The innocence and innocence that belonged to a child between the brows and eyes is restrained in the depths of the eyes, and what is shown is the seriousness and solemnity shown by the self-discipline all the year round.

Vaguely... It seems to be somewhat similar to me.

However, Ziying's heart is actually much softer than mine.

When I saw him for the third time, I once gave him a piece of crystallization that I condensed the power of the fire spirit.This child has relatively weak bones, and if he practiced Qionghua Taoism as Zong Lian said, the effect is still slow. The power of water and fire in the forbidden area is too domineering. In order to take care of him... I am a lonely uncle who often comes here, filial piety It's commendable, this one deserves to be rewarded.

...and after that, Ziying came more diligently.

In the beginning, it was just a pure chat, talking about Qionghua's current situation. This child very caringly focused on describing the things about my uncle of the same age as me.Later, suspected to have received Su Xin's guidance, he would gradually come to ask me some questions about swordsmanship and immortality.

Unexpectedly, Ziying looks weak and serious, but her spiritual power is actually biased towards the second fire and wind element.

And since Elder Zong Lian passed away, he came less and less. He carried Zong Lian's sword case of Ice Moon and Ice Soul on his back, his eyes were clear, and he seemed to have the demeanor of Qionghua's chief disciple.

After all, Qionghua's vitality was seriously injured in that battle. For some unknown reason, Ziying's generation of Qionghua's disciples had withered talent, except for his outstanding aptitude, there was no second disciple who could match him.

Even Ziying, a disciple whose cultivation base exceeds that of everyone else, faintly appears to be squeezed out by her peers in Qionghua...

Thinking back to the era when a hundred flowers bloomed and a hundred schools of thought contended and made progress, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.

... What is more depressing and melancholy than watching the prosperity of the past gradually decline.