Immortal Venerable, he showed his fish tail

"Ah, that's right." Jing Qishu remembered the business: "I went to Dixing to see it, and there is nothing special, except that the hostility is a little heavier than now, and there is nothing wrong with it."

This result was already expected by Heng Rong, he was not in a hurry, and said: "Wait and see."

The dream master taught them how to manipulate the dream. Jing Qishu’s memory was like a book in the dream, and the pages could be turned at any time. They just followed behind “Jing Qishu” and watched him wandering. The destination is wandering in the cave.

As time passed bit by bit, "Jing Qishu" seemed to understand that Heng Rong would not come back again.

Yeming Remnant Soul is always driving inside the cave, and the flow of time is different from outside. Hang Rong goes out once, and actually stays outside for a long time, but for Jing Qishu, it is only for a short while.

But this time, he waited for a while, and Heng Rong still didn't come back.

Heng Rong accelerated the time flow of the dream, and the figure of "Jing Qishu" was also accelerated. He wandered here and there, and almost felt lonely and pitiful on top of his head.

Chu Qingyi couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't help but said: "It looks so pitiful."

Jing Qishu: "..."

It seems to be oh, like a homeless puppy hook, it seems a bit miserable.

Others' unintentional words fell into Heng Rong's ears, but made him feel even more guilty. He held Jing Qishu's hand tightly, and looked at "Jing Qishu" who was still persistently looking for Heng Rong's figure by the pool, feeling ashamed in his heart.

He shouldn't have left Shark.

Don't say that Shark forgot about him later, just thinking about it, he deserved it for denying him.

But it didn't take long for Hengrong to feel guilty, Jing Qishu grabbed his hand tightly and stared at him with wide eyes.

Xianzun is eating his jealousy very seriously.

Heng Rong sighed helplessly, stretched out his hand, and rumpled Jing Qishu's long hair.

What else can he do?He can only listen to Shark.

He really didn't dare to disobey even a single word, he could hook his heart and soul away just by hooking his fingers casually.

How could he... like him so much.

Heng Rong couldn't help scratching Jing Qishu's palm, and he saw Jing Qishu's rapidly reddening earlobe, but he just pretended to be nonchalant and carefully observed the "self" in the dream.

Heng Rong sighed, feeling completely defeated.

"Jing Qishu"'s sanity is gradually recovering. After a long, long time in the past, he has been able to live a normal life. If Xuan Huaijin were here, he would tell Jing Qishu that the current "Jing Qishu" "He has returned to the appearance when he met him. Although he is occasionally a little silly, he looks like a normal person who is cold and cold.

"Jing Qishu" also fully understood that Heng Rong would not come back again, and he made a major decision.

Decided to leave Dongfu.

On the day of leaving, "Jing Qishu" collected the commemorative things in the cave into his bag, and seeing him carrying a bag of shells, pebbles, sunflower seeds and preparing to leave, Chu Qingyi was heartbroken, his eyes full of weirdness. Ai Lian: "It's so pitiful, Monarch Hengrong, how could you have the heart to leave him behind?"

Jing Qishu: "..."

Heng Rong: "..."

Forgive them for speaking bluntly, now Chu Qingyi's whole body is filled with a strange aura of maternal love, but in fact, both Hengrong and Jing Qishu are many times older than Chu Qingyi.

Chu Qingyi didn't know that his current state was a bit strange, and his pitiful and distressed eyes kept falling on "Jing Qishu".

"Jing Qishu" came to the exit of the cave with his small baggage on his back. He didn't seem to know how to open the gate of the cave. He stood on the ridge of the field and studied for a long time. Finally, he realized that spiritual power could summon the gate of the cave. He began to mobilize the spiritual power in his body.

But when he activated his spiritual power, Hengrong felt that something was wrong. A black mist that was so shallow that it was almost invisible wrapped around Jing Qishu's arm. With the appearance of the cave gate, everyone felt a cold breath .

The black mist seemed to be eager for "Jing Qishu" to open the door, but "Jing Qishu" was naive and ignorant, he didn't know what was attached to him, he just felt a chill all over his body, and rubbed his arms.

Everyone who saw this scene fell silent, Heng Rong's previous guess was correct, the man in black robe entered the world with Jing Qishu.

But before joining the WTO, he had been hiding in the cave.

Heng Rong began to try hard to recall the days when he was still in the cave, but he couldn't think of anything unusual.

Hengrong was still distracted, and didn't notice that the immortal had already approached his past self. He poked the black fog with his hand just like poking himself just now, and the merman's sympathy was perfectly reflected even in the dream. At the moment of the black mist, he was surrounded by a strong emotion.

It was a kind of extreme...envy, longing...Jing Qishu couldn't tell what this feeling was, but felt that he was eager to see someone and have someone.

And with the rapid expansion of this feeling, his whole body changed, and he suddenly returned to the time when Phoenix was still alive, following him like a ghost... No, this is not his perspective, it is another one attached to him. The ghost of the phoenix.

It may be more appropriate to call it "it", because this ghost has no intelligence, it only has instinct, instinctive fear, instinctive desire to escape, and instinctive desire to strengthen itself.

Until one day, it saw Di Xing holding up Phoenix's face.

In that moment, its world changed.

It seems to have seen the most beautiful thing in the world, emotion.

It began to demand crazily, trying to take this feeling as its own.

But it doesn't seem to understand that things like feelings are different from physical objects. They cannot be traded or transferred. If there is any mistake in the object of giving the feelings, the feelings will disappear.

Of course, if the two parties who gave the affection die, the affection will disappear.

It has been attached to Fenghuang for a long time. At the moment of Phoenix's death, Jing Qishu heard its screaming and wailing, and it felt that Di Xing had betrayed his feelings.

It left the dead phoenix and attached to Di Xing. Di Xing didn't know whether it was guilt or some reason, but he didn't resist. He took it back to the cave, and gradually died alone in the valley.

It lost its emotion and began to wander around in the cave. It didn't dare to get close to Hengrong, and tried to attach to Jing Qishu, who was still confused at the time, many times, but was separated by a transparent medium.

As a bystander, Jing Qishu felt confused at first, but then he suddenly realized that this black mist is based on hostility, and can only attach to people. Phoenix died because of hostility, and Di Xing also suffered Seriously injured, these two people can be taken advantage of by it.

But Heng Rong found a special cultivation method, which can dispel the anger without consuming his own life. It didn't dare to get close to Heng Rong for fear of being completely killed by Heng Rong. At that time, Jing Qishu had a pure mind and no heart. The devil also has no hostility, it cannot bend down.

It wandered around in the cave like this for many years, until one day, Jing Qishu opened the door of the cave, and it followed Jing Qishu to leave the cave and came to the mighty world.

The human world is so big, there is everything, and the short life endows the human race with endless desires, and what they can't get, breeds boundless hostility and demandingness.

The black air grew rapidly, from being faint at the beginning, it was almost invisible, until later it became solid.

It turned itself into Di Xing, intending to replace the person who had "betrayed feelings", but Phoenix died...

Since he is dead, resurrect him.

The picture became more and more blurred, and the surrounding darkness weighed heavily, forcing Jing Qishu to quit his empathy with the man in black.

When he came back to his senses and opened his eyes, he had already come out of the dream. He was hugged tightly by someone, with his head resting on his lap.

Jing Qishu moved a little, and there was a light coughing sound from the top of his head. When he looked up, he saw an excellent jaw line.

Heng Rong lowered his head: "You're awake."

This angle is really devilish, Jing Qishu blinked: "I'm awake, what's wrong with me?"

Heng Rong was angry and helpless: "You still ask me? Who told you to touch that smear?"

Jing Qishu: "..."

He was silent for a while with guilt, and at the end, he whispered: "I don't know what that is..."

He thought that the last time he touched "self", seeing his emotions and experiences was an accident, but he didn't know that this was his passive skill, which would be triggered by whoever he touched.

Then he met a lot of flowers and plants in the illusion, why didn't he empathize with the flowers and plants?

Jing Qishu was still forcing Lai Lai to defend himself, so Heng Rong held him down helplessly and was about to make a move: "The more persistent and sharp the feelings, the easier it is to be empathized with. You will be far away from that kind of appearance in the future." Crazy and persistent lunatics stay away."

"Oh..." Jing Qishu replied not very happily.

After a while, he put his unhappiness behind him again, and said to Hengrong: "I seem to have discovered the true identity of the man in black."

He told Hengrong everything he saw in the dream, and the more Hengrong listened, the more dignified his expression became.

After Jing Qishu finished speaking, Heng Rong said in a deep voice, "I think, I know who he is."

Heng Rong said: "It's chaos."

"Chaos comes from outside the sky. It is the small piece left after Nuwa repaired the sky, but it will absorb the devilish and hostile energy between the heaven and the earth to strengthen itself. When Phoenix was alive, he often mentioned someone to Di Xing, but They never talked about it in front of me, so it must be Chaos."

Hengrong raised his head with a calm expression: "I just realized now, it's better to say that he died at the hands of Chaos than Phoenix died of hostility."

Jing Qishu remained silent. He still remembered the chaotic and stubborn feelings in the dream. When Phoenix died, the ruthless black mist seemed to taste the pain for the first time in his life.

The ridiculous thing is that the people it wanted to keep died because of it.

And no matter how it disguises itself, how it deceives Dan, this feeling will not be taken as its own.

Little knowledge, pitiful and ridiculous.

Hang Rong lowered his head and hugged Jing Qishu tightly: "You suddenly fell into a coma in the dream, which frightened us, and we didn't check the dream again, so we retreated from it. Just wake up, and you can't do such dangerous things again. Well, it's my fault, I couldn't tell you clearly about the characteristics of the mermaid, but luckily you're fine."

The more I read the story of Phoenix and Di Xing, the more shocking I feel, what about reincarnation and reunion, since a person has passed away, no matter whether it is resurrection or reincarnation, they will not be able to return to the beginning.

Emotions are fragile and rare, and if you hold them carefully, you can't watch them die well, let alone grab them halfway.

Hengrong realized more deeply that meeting Jing Qishu was already the most incredible kind of miracle among the thousands of miracles in the world, and he had to be careful and take good care of him in order to preserve this feeling.

Hang Rong's five fingers entered Jing Qishu's five fingers, and he clenched his hands tightly, Jing Qishu seemed to feel the change in his feelings, and nestled into his arms silently and cooperatively.

The author has something to say: Chu Qingyi, from Xianzun's girlfriend fan to mother fan.

Shark said, don't feel bad, otherwise he will be jealous of himself.

Sometimes it is just knowing that it will not last long and dissipate easily, so I cherish the reluctance.