Burial with Qing Yao

All kinds of past events kept appearing in front of their eyes.

Even if everyone has forgotten, they will never forget the touch that Mr. has brought to them.

do you know sirWithout you, Qu Qingquan still lives in a dirty pool, doing nothing all his life, not seeing the vast sea, not being able to feel the warmth of the world.

"When there is a severe drought, even the dirty pool next to the mass grave dries up. That fish is lying in the sun and is about to die? Pick it up and eat it? How is it possible? The fish has lived in a dirty place all year round and has already died. The poison entered the body, the body was covered with disgusting sarcoma, it was smelly and terrible, and the body was covered with flies and maggots, who would dare to eat such a disgusting thing."

Without you, Sang Zhuo will never know the meaning of home. He came to this indifferent world alone, with little clothes and no food to eat. He lights up.

"Who is he? Where did he come from? No one knows, he seems to be unable to speak, like a fool, standing in the same place every day, I don't know what he is looking at. It's snowing, isn't he cold? He seems to be fast Frozen to death... One more thing is worse than one less thing, everything is not peaceful these days, whoever has a mouthful of spare food to give to this fool, let him fend for himself, I always feel that he is not a good person."

Without you, Yinjuan is still the same as other immortal cultivators, with eyes high above the top, arrogant, thinking that demons are evil, and cultivating immortals is the only righteous way, with narrow eyes, causing many murders.

"I heard that he was once a leader in the world of cultivating immortals. How did he become a demon cultivator? He must have been confused by the demon master because of his unsteady mind! The struggle between the demon cultivating world and the cultivating world will definitely affect the people of the world? There is no way out of that." Fact, all living beings are ants, for the unification of the world, some sacrifices are unavoidable, since he took the initiative to stand on the opposite side of us, see you later, he is the enemy, how can human beings be warm and cold in the world of immortality, the journey of immortality is the only righteous way, and those who betray the righteous way , Heaven and Earth will be destroyed!"

Jiang Ran looked at their figures standing on the top of the Square Pagoda with their robes floating, and some untouchable phantoms inexplicably appeared in his mind.

Who tied the bell on Bai Wenxing's ankle with his own hands?

"You are not the reincarnation of a hungry ghost, let alone a disaster star. Being able to eat is a blessing. Your family is gone, and I will be your family from now on."

The man touched Bai Wenxing's head and spread his palms, "This bell is for you. I heard that in your hometown, parents and relatives will tie bells on newborn babies to ward off evil spirits. I wish you good health and prosperity every year."

Who was it that put a piece of clothing on Jun Zhao and gave him a warm hug when Jun Zhao was slaughtering the common people recklessly with his eyes full of anger?

"Kill... kill... kill... kill them all! Hahahaha, the law of heaven is not fair, everyone in the general's mansion should die on the battlefield, not in the scheming schemes of the monarch! What did we protect you for? Hehe Hehe, when the enemy attacked, we used our flesh and blood to block you! But what did we protect in the end? A group of white-eyed wolves? A poisonous snake? Die, everyone dies !"

Who was it that called Jun Zhao the little general when Jun Zhao was red-eyed?

"Little general, I know that in the past, you fought bloody battles on the battlefield, and suffered countless injuries, large and small, in desperate struggles, but none of them hurt as much as today. The people are ignorant and the monarch is unkind. Why does resentment increase instead of decrease? Little general, don’t be fooled by the killings. If you kill too much, your heart will become numb.”

The man smiled and handed over a jar of good wine, "I heard that wine can forget your worries, so it's better to get drunk and sleep until the sun rises. When you open your eyes tomorrow, it will be a brand new day."

"Everyone has a past that they want to forget. I know you have suffered a lot of shame and humiliation today, but life is long, don't live in this day forever. Have you drank the thousand-day drunk in Qingzhou and the Jinpanlue in Nanjiang? It is said that Majiu is unique, Qingyang's Shizhouchun must be tasted in this lifetime, does the little general want to go with me?"

Those blurred figures gathered together in Jiang Ran's memory, but suddenly dispersed, like mist that couldn't be grasped.

In the scorching sun, who turned on the kettle and poured a puddle of clear water on the dying Qu Qingquan?

"Sir, what can be cured about this fish, can it be eaten after it is cured?"

"Although this fish has not yet opened its consciousness, it has spirituality. He has lived in a dirty water pit since he was a child. Now that the water pit is dry, there is no place to stay anymore. So he uses Jun Zhao's empty wine jar to store his life. Fill it with clean water, take it on the road together, and see mountains, rivers, vast lakes and seas."

The road ahead is getting wider and wider, and there are more and more partners in the same industry.

Who is it again?In the frigid Cangzhou, in the crisis-ridden Daye, did he bring Sang Zhuo home again and again?

Where the candlelight shines, the room is full of people.

It was also such a cold night, Sang Zhuo stood alone outside the threshold, looking inside the door:

Inside the ruined temple, the roof tiles collapsed, snowflakes fell on the top of the campfire, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

In the ruined temple, the little girl with brute force easily broke the wooden sticks with thick arms and added firewood to the bonfire. While walking, the bells tied to her ankles jingled, and she took a bite of warm steamed buns. Scatter some debris and feed the strange fish in the wine jar.

There was also a young man who smelled of alcohol, lying a little far away from them, silent from beginning to end, pouring wine into his mouth one mouthful after another.

The man dug out a looser shirt from his luggage, and waved to him after the campfire, "Come in, try this dress to see if it fits?"

Sang Zhuo stood in the dark, unmoved, the warm light in that room seemed very close to him, only one step, but to Sang Zhuo, it was still far away.

He wasn't sure he belonged there.Compared with light, he obviously prefers dark, gloomy places.

But the man didn't give him a chance to hesitate, walked up to him, grabbed his hand, and led him in.

After crossing the high and decayed threshold, Sang Zhuo saw the smiling little girl, the strange fish kept in the wine jar, the awkward drunk, and the man who entered the door holding him .

Bai Wenxing said that he had never seen Sang Zuo's smiling face.

But the day he was brought into the ruined temple by that man, he smiled clearly.

Sang Zhuo's slightly childish smile flashed in Jiang Ran's mind, and he shook his head in confusion. The messy and swarming memories did not give him any room to breathe.

last of the last.

In that dim prison, after Qu Qingquan fed a elixir to the comatose Yinjuan, he stood beside the man and laughed at him, "You ruined his cultivation and put him in prison. He is now in prison, and now he is concerned about his life and death again. Could it be that he has fallen in love with him? It is thanks to you that he has fallen into such a miserable state. It is good not to hate you. On the surface, secretly feeding medicine, what is it? He wakes up, still doesn’t know anything, still hates you, sir, what do you want to do?”

The man was silent for a while, and then answered him, "The cultivator of immortality is high above, arrogant, and has stood on a high place for a long time, and he does not know the sufferings of the world. I want to pull him down and let him see what the world looks like today."

He watched as Yinjuan gave up cultivating immortals and changed his way to cultivating demons.From having nothing to being admired by everyone, he overcame obstacles and hardships all the way, and finally stood by his side.

"Sir, you said he is a piece of wood, but I don't think he is wooden at all. He keeps staring at you wherever you go. Does he like you?"

"He was able to climb to his current position, thanks to your secret support, sir, sir, do you like him too..."

The man smiled, drank a glass of wine, and said nothing.

It's just that on the last night in Yaodu, he called Yinjuan to himself.

"The demon city is in turmoil right now. I heard that the demon cultivators in Cangzhou have launched a new round of crusade. Yinjuan, you set out immediately and use softer means to calm down this war."

"it is good."

For some reason, he seemed to have a premonition, and the moment Yin Juan turned around, he said four words: "Take care all the way."

From that person's perspective, Jiang Ran finally raised her head and glanced at the sky filled with fireworks in Yaodu.

After that, his eyes went dark, and when he opened his eyes again, he saw the sword that Sang Zhuo stabbed at him with no expression on his face.

He didn't resist, but let Sang Zhuo nail himself to the wall, and then took advantage of Sang Zhuo's inattention, and pointed at the center of Sang Zhuo's eyebrows.

After Sang Zhuo fainted, he pulled out the sword from his body, injected his own demon power into Sang Zhuo's body, and forced out the spell that controlled him from Sang Zhuo's body.

He covered his wound and leaned against the wall, waiting for Sang Zhuo to wake up.

When Sang Zhuo woke up, he saw the spell on the ground and realized who was controlling him.

"Sir... I'm sorry..." He almost collapsed and knelt in front of the man with a helpless expression.

"I'm sorry, I... I don't know... I'm sorry..."

This was also the first time he saw Sang Zhuo cry.

"I... I'm going to kill him right away!" No matter what method is used, even if it means dying with that person!

He was seriously injured by Sang Zhuo, and he could have survived, but at this moment, the demon city was in turmoil again.

As a demon master, he has invisible bonds with many demon cultivators, and he can feel the anger and unwillingness of them.

Except for Yinjuan in Yaodu, the remaining four Ascendants were standing on the top of the tower in four directions, fighting bloody battles to protect him.

More and more demon cultivators died, and under the massacre, blood debts continued to accumulate, which led to thunder to slaughter.

He staggered out of the hall, just like tonight, looking up, the four figures stood on the top of the tower, each guarding one side, their robes flapping in the wind.

The thunder catastrophe is approaching, and when the time comes, people will surely die.

If those who are closely related to him are buried here, there will be no afterlife.

Thinking of this, he sat cross-legged on the same spot, and began to use the demon power to forcibly break through the meridians, benefiting the demons, his body was loaded, and when he was about to die, he took all the blood debts of the demons in the world and died in martyrdom.

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感谢在2022-06-2915:48:40~2022-06-3015:57:30期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Taotao 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!