Former Sweetheart

There are talents in the rivers and lakes from generation to generation, each leading for hundreds of years.In the blink of an eye, Fu Hongye's rescue of the world has become a legend on the stage of the story along with the deeds of his predecessors. A hundred years later, the decline of the imperial power was completely supervised by the Tiandaomeng, and the new emperor became a decoration that only needed to attend events during festivals.The original imperial system where one person ruled the world gradually turned into a federal system in which each city represented the deliberations. From then on, the responsibility for guarding the city and developing the people's livelihood was borne by the aristocratic family and the cultivation sect, and the taxes paid by the people also belonged to them. , The fight between the monks is not as good as that of the common people. If there are monks who oppress the good people, they will attack them in groups.

Under such a situation, the struggle for territory is based on each person's ability. The powerful new sects have the opportunity to rise, and some old and famous sects have been eliminated.And You Jiang's first decision after his return was to monopolize Chang'an, planting the banner of the Demon Cult on this thousand-year-old capital.

At that time, the various factions were grateful to Fu Hongye and promised not to prevent the demon cultivator from returning to the Central Plains. However, the occupation of the city of dragon veins by the demon sect still made some people uneasy. Regarding these doubts, Feng Shiqi, who is now the leader of the Tiandao League, directly replied Yi rolled his eyes, "What are you hitting? Chang'an can't wait to give a big red flower on his head as a dowry gift to the Demon Cult. Sooner or later, Fenglin will shake your leaves and tell you too many things."

"Don't worry about the flirting and flirting between the couple, just develop our own city well."

All objections were settled by the new leader in this way. Feng Shiqi looked at the sleeping Chang'an city, and finally just rode his horse back to Lin'an, pointing to his own spiritual realm and swearing with pride, "This city of Lin'an, Feng Shiqiu This person, after thousands of years, will surely go down in history as a hero who surpasses the world."

Fu Hongye didn't have any disciples. After he fell into a deep sleep, the Taoist sect was managed by the Supreme Elder as the acting master, and the new generation of disciples competed for the master's position by virtue of their merits and strength.After a hundred years of silence for Xuanmen, I don’t know that the sect is gradually becoming stronger, and Feng Shiqi is hailed as the pioneer of the new era. All kinds of decisions are unexpected novelties, but it is undeniable that the lives of people in the world are changing. become more and more stable.

There are often frictions between monks, and it is also common to make appointments with each other. On this day, the Devil's Cult and the Cangtian Mansion fought a decisive battle outside Linjiang City.I saw the autumn wind rustling, the broken leaves flying, the disciples of the Devil's Cult and the monks of the righteous way stood in front of the battle, and everyone's eyes were focused on the small jar in the palm of the right guardian. Everyone knew that this move was the key to determining the ownership of Linjiang City.

Qiu Yuebai on the opposite side looked solemn but not very nervous. She lived alone and calmed down, and exhausted her entire life to reveal the answer to the mystery—"Three, two, one, six o'clock, why did you win again!"

The moment the dice appeared, Duhuo immediately gritted his teeth and slapped the table, as a member of the Devil's Cult, he still couldn't believe that he lost his gambling money to a righteous young man, pointed at Qiu Yuebai and said angrily: "What trick are you using to cheat? Why have I never lost in Pai Gow or cockfights!"

The nobleman of the aristocratic family does not eat, drink, prostitute or gamble at all, Qiu Yuebai retorted when he heard the words: "What nonsense did you say, I don't know how to gamble, just play casually."

Saying this way is more exciting than losing to a casino veteran. How can you let go of living alone, and immediately challenged again, "I don't believe it, give it another shot, don't bet on the territory, I just want to win you once!"

They had been comparing each other from early morning to afternoon, Qiu Yuebai didn't think Moxiu would still refuse to accept the fact that he was unlucky, so he could only helplessly shake his head and said: "It's agreed that this is the last one, don't play tricks."

Righteousness and evil faced each other, masters from all sides were waiting in full battle, but the leaders of both sides sat in the teahouse and compared dice. The monks who watched were stunned. The dealer looked puzzled and said, "What's going on with the righteous and the evil? Why are you rolling the dice?"

The dealer has seen this kind of situation a lot in the rivers and lakes. Seeing his bewildered appearance, he understood a lot, and immediately smiled back, "Brother, you just came out of customs. Zhengmo has already The truce, now the competition for spirit veins is a competition of appointments, all kinds of piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, tailoring and cooking are compared, in order to win a game, changing patterns every day to find areas that the opponent is not good at, no, the Demon Cult even gambles. It was brought up."

At the beginning, the things everyone compared were quite serious, and they all made appointments to compete with each other, until Feng Shiqi had a whim one day, seeing that the demon cultivator was strong, he actually pulled the leftist who was more beautiful than women's clothing, and insisted on the cold image of the demon cultivator. The guardian looked at the pile of pink clothes and finally retreated with hatred. Since then, the monks seemed to have opened the door to a new world. All kinds of weird competitions emerged one after another, which made the common people dizzy. I have to admit that you monks can play .

Of course, no matter how hard the fight is, there is no male cultivator in the world who dares to challenge the leader of the Heavenly Dao League. After all, this guy not only dares to wear women's clothing, but also wears rouge and even fake breasts.What's even more irritating is that this person is really a heroic beauty with makeup on, which even makes many female cultivators feel ashamed.

Jingguai has no concept of gender, and whether the emperor or the goddess is just a choice of incarnation, Lin Anjun is naturally bold and bold because this is not his face.To become famous all over the world with women's clothing, does his elder brother dare?How long has Ren Chang'an been number one in the world, and in the end he is still the winner!

You Jiang didn't know if Fu Hongye dared or not, but he believed that if this spirit continued to play, the real Feng Qiqi would have to lift the coffin sooner or later.

"I just closed it for a while, and the world is so unscrupulous?"

These changes really stunned the monk who had just left the customs. The eldest brother in the manor understood his mood and patted the young man on the shoulder very kindly, "Are you awake? It's time to make up lessons."

While the two were chatting, Duhuo and Qiu Yuebai had started a new round of competition, and some of the onlookers asked curiously: "Master Lin, do you think this Demon Cult can turn the tables?"

Regarding this, the dealer shook his head confidently, "Do you still need to look at it? There is no such thing as luck. Come, hang the flag of the Heavenly Dao League."

Sure enough, before he finished his words, the result came out. Qiu Yuebai beat the leopard directly, and Duhuo gritted his teeth and vowed to formulate a prescription that would change his fate, his face was full of the sadness of the little black hand.Seeing that the dealer shook his head and sighed again, he quickly greeted his subordinates to welcome the new city lord, "Look, red hand and black hand are fate. This year Linjiang City is under the management of Cangtian Mansion, and they are all big families who love to buy silk and spices. Arrange the hoarded goods, increase the price, and write it down in one word - slaughter!"

As soon as this remark came out, the common people burst into joyful smiles, and quickly took off the flags of the Demon Cult hanging from the shops, and just like that, they belonged to the forces of the Heavenly Dao League, as casually as if changing a city lord was just a change of decoration.The retreat monk looked at this scene and felt that he was dreaming. When he saw the golden abacus on the waist of the dealer, he realized that this person was named Lin, and he used the abacus as a weapon. Could it be that he is the master of Wanbaotang?The Tiandao League and the Devil's Cult are fighting for territory, and one of the ten righteous masters is still opening a game in the city even if they don't help?He even led the people to slaughter his comrades?Is it really okay for Tiandaomeng to go on like this?Should he consider joining the magic way?

Lin Xuan didn't know that he had persuaded a good young man who yearned for the righteous way to leave. After collecting the money, he opened a new business and continued to be a dealer. He greeted everyone and shouted: "Come on, the Tiandao League will attack Jiangling next time. It’s time to send Zuo Protector to recover the situation, Jishi Bodhisattva will fight Mobei’s little poison again, buy it and let it go, everyone come to make a fortune!”

Qiu Yuebai never imagined that he was dedicated to leading the people of Mingchuan to study the method of planting spiritual materials, and finally became famous all over the world as the sage of gambling. He got the title of Bodhisattva for the benefit of the world.There is even a folk song in Mingchuan, "If the Bodhisattva raises his hand, he will prosper tonight." The fate in the world is really amazing.

In the past hundred years, Feng Shiqi has tossed the rivers and lakes into chaos. The old people recalled the days of Qingxiu when Fu Hongye was guarding the splashing monkey. They all sighed that they didn't know how to cherish it at the time, and in the end they could only write books. It is said that the memory of the last serious leader of the righteous way in the world has even surpassed everyone's enthusiasm for offering rewards to He Huan.

You Jiang was disgusted with these books, but actually collected and read them all, watching the monks praise the long-gone man in different ways, as if he was still fighting for justice somewhere in the rivers and lakes, In a few days, he will return safely from among the fallen leaves, leaning against the door just like in the past, smiling lightly, saying how the day is going.

The battle with Mu Beichen allowed the monks to truly see the power of spirits. They regained their awe of heaven and earth, and finally gave up their ambition to hunt spirits.A hundred years have passed, and the world has gradually stabilized. The alliance leader Feng Shiqi and the protectors of the Demon Sect have replaced the former Xuanmen head Demon Sect leader and become a hot topic in tea houses and restaurants. You Jiang rarely appears in the anecdotes of the world.

Before Fu Hongye left, he entrusted Mr. Yu to Mr. Lin'an. Now the Immortal Son of Heaven followed Mu Beijue to the Heavenly Demon Realm, and the Xingyaoquan Spiritual Domain was given to Mr. Yu for recuperation. With this monster as the spring eye, Mo Bei Lingqi gradually recovered.The Demon Cult reached a contract with them, Moxiu was responsible for protecting the satellite rocking spring from being occupied by others, and Lord Yu allocated [-]% of the glazed fairy tea for the Demon Cult to use each year. They reached a cooperation and settled down.

Both Cun Jie and Du Huo had grown up, and You Jiang finally became free. After capturing Chang'an, he moved to Fenglin to practice in seclusion.I don't know when it started, he picked up the pen that was dusty in the bookcase again, and he would draw a few strokes when he got interested.Among the scattered paintings are the scenery he saw along the way, as well as the ever-changing scenes in the world in recent years, and occasionally a few love stories that make people blush. The only thing in common is that no matter where he goes, there is always a The young man in white clothes holds a sword to watch the flowers, or travels the rivers and lakes. Although Fu Hongye is sleeping, he accompanies You Jiang to travel all over the beautiful rivers and lakes in the painting.

Jiang Fengzhi's famous work is autumn leaves, and now his new works are still painting red leaves. Several of these works called "Red Leaf Picture" have been scattered in the rivers and lakes.These paintings are not signed or commented, as if they were all graffiti, but the various brushwork is exquisite everywhere. Some people recognized that it was the handwriting of a young painter, and paid a lot of money to hire monks from all over the world to ask him for paintings. In the end, no one found out. its trace.In this regard, Xisangshen, who is far overseas, also commented, "Although Jiang Fengzhi's paintings are exquisite, the artistic conception of the single-painted scenery is ultimately weak, and it is only the pinnacle of dazzling skills. But the place is full of emotion, the body and spirit are both present, and it becomes a treasure handed down from generation to generation. Danqing is like this, when the emotion comes, the painting will come alive."

The juvenile painting sage has gone through the world of mortals and finally became a teacher, but now You Jiang doesn't care about fame and fortune. He just sits in the courtyard, watching the red mountains and forests, waving a fan and drinking wine, spending leisure time with the endless autumn colors.

When Cun Jie arrived, the leader was dressed in black and was resting on the recliner. He had just read a half-volume book in his hand, and used the newly fallen red leaves as bookmarks. Occasionally, a few pages were turned by the breeze. Late autumn added a little lively rustling.

You Jiang didn't dress up ostentatiously for a long time, and put those fancy cloaks and all kinds of magic patterns into the closet. Now most of them wear plain and black clothes, just looking for simplicity and comfort.As a result, many young people were moved in their hearts, and monks often invited them boldly, but in the end they were all cut off by the leader of the Demon Cult with one sentence-"If you can't beat me, why should you be my lord?" Daoist?"

In this regard, Cun Jie has only one comment—as expected of the leader, even if he becomes a beauty, he can still break off the marriage with his own ability.

Jokes are jokes, they all know that the leader is waiting for someone, the only thing they can do is to share the affairs of the devil for the leader, and don't let him worry about external disputes.

Now Cun Jie is also cheered up, just reporting the battle ahead as usual, "Master, Duhuo has lost another piece of territory, how can we beat him later?"

How can you hide his arrival from You Jiang? The leader of the Demon Cult raised his eyes and said lazily: "This brat, he has learned how to gamble at a young age, cancel the offerings to him, and send him to the Taoist sect to let him be dust-free." Zi Haosheng educated."

Cun Jie felt at ease about betraying his colleagues and being a minor. Hearing this, he nodded and said: "Don't worry, leader, I will definitely beat Qiu Yuebai in the next battle, and I will never give them a chance to challenge Chang'an."

The Demon Sect Zuo Guardian has also reached the age of a hundred. If there is no master above, the title of "little poison" should have been changed long ago.You Jiang was very reassured about what he was doing, and didn't intervene any more, but only lightly instructed, "No more dice games, I'm really afraid that you will lose the entire Demon Cult."

Cun Jie was also amazed at Qiu Yuebai's terrible gambling luck, and said decisively after hearing the words: "Then I will compete with him."

Although Qiu Yuebai's curse has dissipated, she is still unable to move because of the atrophy of the meridians in her legs. Over the years, she still has to rely on a wheelchair to get around slowly.Competing with a monk in a wheelchair, how is this different from bullying?

Of course, regarding Protector Zuo's unhesitating behavior of bullying others, the leader of the Devil's Cult just said in comfort, "Very good, it's cruel enough, it's indeed the hope of my Devil's Dao."

Cun Jie reported some news and returned to the Devil's Cult. You Jiang has been working as the shopkeeper for a long time, and the heart of retirement spontaneously arises.

He still remembers the day when everything ended, Mu Beijue came to him with Emperor Immortal. The big demon, who was not used to getting along with people, was clearly saying goodbye, but still held his head up and said, "Master, I want to take him back to pay off the debt." I will probably not come to this world again in the future, what else do you want to ask?"

His attitude immediately aroused dissatisfaction with the Immortal Emperor. He raised his skull and smashed it on the waist of the Great Demon, "Dog traitor, go find a stone and put me back together. I won't forgive you for missing a piece!"

Of course Mu Beijue was not afraid of such a threat, he glanced over and said arrogantly: "I'm afraid of you, you little dwarf can't even hit the young master's knee when you jump up!"

This demon really wanted to be beaten, but the Immortal Son of Heaven threw the skeleton as if it were a ball, even though he couldn't reach it, and said angrily, "Wait, I'll put myself back together and crush you with my adult body!"

Seeing that the two demons were about to play catch with skeletons again, You Jiang could only take the initiative to say in order not to let himself continue to be ignored: "Let's go, don't you still want to teach me the way to ascend?"

When it comes to Feisheng, Mu Beijue really has a warning that he wants to stay.Thousands of years ago, only Lei Jie did not need Heart Tribulation for monks' ascension. It was after Mu Beijue became a demon that he sent an avatar to interfere with the monks' ascension.Immortals and demons thought this was his means to weaken the power of the immortal world. Only Mu Beijue knew that his incarnation just awakened the memory hidden in the bottom of the heart of the cultivator who crossed the catastrophe. The unresolved ties and unresolved grievances can only be eternal regrets.

In the past, he hurriedly ascended without calmly explaining the truth to Mu Beichen. After all, he still felt a little regretful in his heart.That feeling was like a thorn in his heart, so that he still couldn't let go of it when he arrived in the fairy world, and finally he didn't dare to approach others, and lived alone until the end.

He has no chance to come back, but You Jiang is different now, it is rare for Mu Beijue to say something serious at this time, "It is not easy to enter the Heavenly Demon Realm, you should practice for a few more years with the previous mirror But I can give you a piece of advice from those who have experienced it—plan what you will do after becoming a demon, and make sure that living like that is better than being in the world, and then seek ascension."

It was these conversations that made You Jiang finally feel relieved about Feisheng. He looked at the big demon with a dusty face, and only asked: "Do you regret being a demon?"

"I didn't have a choice back then, but if I could, I would rather open up my heart and meet new friends in the fairy world, instead of becoming the unintentional demon I am today."

This is the mood that the ontology will never tell others. After Mu Beijue finished speaking, he didn't mention it anymore. He just pressed the head of the Immortal Emperor and smiled, "Of course, the young master will definitely bring happiness to the ontology. Look, I Didn't you take your body and creditor back to him?"

The joyful way of repaying debts is really special, You Jiang glanced at him, and finally he could only sincerely wish: "I hope you haven't been killed by the main body on the day I ascend."

After the turmoil was over, the life of the Devil's Cult finally got better. The new generation of monks didn't know what it was like to fight in the old days. A quarrel between the righteous and the devil seemed to them to be extremely lively.The rivers and lakes that cannot live without carrying a sword at all times are gradually getting old with the love and hatred of a generation. Familiar names have become characters in the scripts, and only he is still guarding this world. , Waiting for the person who promised to return.

This is Jiang Fengzhi's favorite life in the past, quiet, free, always with his favorite Fenglin, he can do whatever he wants, if not for one person missing, it would be perfect.

After You Jiang was no longer obsessed with ascension, his cultivation improved faster than before, and he faintly touched the threshold of becoming a demon.But now he is not in a hurry to cross over. He still sits and reads every day, travels occasionally, and visits friends occasionally. At night, he warms the wine and admires the moon, and falls into a peaceful sleep with the moonlight and maple forest.

He is much more lazy now, just lying down and reading a book, and he returned to the bedroom leisurely with the lamp until nightfall.Tonight, the moonlight is like water, and the wind blows through the forest. It is a good time for goblins to make troubles. I don’t know if it is a sign from the sky. When You Jiang entered the door, there was a white-clothed elf on the bed who looked back with a chuckle. Standing still, he just patted the quilt and smiled: "The bed of the leader is so cold, do you want a kind person to warm it up?"

With the help of Feng Shiqi, Fu Hongye's body was completed many years ago, but his spiritual consciousness was consumed too much to devour Mu Beichen, and he fell silent after sleeping in Chang'an.You Jiang kept the empty shell for a hundred years, imagining how he would move countless times with a paintbrush, but now that his dream has come true, he didn't know how to be happy, so he was stunned for a while and only sneered: "I don't know that there are still crawlers in the middle of the night in this world." Nice guy for the bed."

They always separated from each other before they could say goodbye. Now that a long time has passed, and finally came the day when they will meet again, Fu Hongye stepped forward and hugged the person who had been thinking about it for a hundred years. The black wind is high, you have fallen into the hands of the bad guys, but are you mentally prepared?"

Once reborn, he lost the shackles of being the head of the sect, and this person became more and more self-indulgent. You Jiang's sadness disappeared in an instant, and he gave him a sideways look and said, "Looking at you, you are very skilled at picking flowers under the moon. Could it be that you have changed your career to become a prostitute?"

Fu Hongye smiled innocently at this, and in the blink of an eye, she made up a reason, "Every day I think about how to wake up soon and have an affair with you, how can I continue to be a gentleman?"

It's been a long time since you said such words, so You Jiang didn't feel annoyed when he heard it, instead he sighed rather sighingly, and asked softly: "Since you're back, why don't you go to the Heavenly Dao League?"

"The Seventeenth General manages the Tiandao League very well, and I have also reached the age when I should retire. How will Zhengdao only look at the abilities of their generation in the future."

Fu Hongye's responsibilities as head of the family have been fulfilled, and he will grow old. Now that he wakes up again, he has no energy to deal with the disputes in the world. Except for You Jiang, who is on his mind, he has never seen anyone.

After going around for so many years, he finally turned back into that little monster who had nothing to do and nothing to worry about. He didn't have to think about anything other than his favorite painting saint.Ascension, righteousness or evil, everything depends on the fate, no longer force.

You Jiang originally thought that he would never have the day to see through the world of mortals, but after the Demon Cult stabilized, he also gradually lost interest in Jiang Hu.Just like what Mu Beijue said, even if he ascends to become the world's most powerful martial artist, if he doesn't have anyone around him who can tell about his achievements, in the end there will only be the endless loneliness of being too cold.

Now that we reunited after a long absence, he couldn't utter the intense love words from his youth, so he could only hold the white-clothed young man's hand tightly and ask for the first time: "Then, you and I will find a secluded place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and retreat to the mountains and forests together?"

How could Fu Hongye refuse such a request, she immediately smiled lightly and said, "Chang'an Maple Forest is the most beautiful place in the world, do you have any other mountains and rivers that you love more?"

There is no need to deliberately avoid the rivers and lakes, and you don't need to stay away from your favorite Chang'an. You can live as comfortably as you want. Anyway, no matter where they go, they will accompany each other.You Jiang understood what he meant, raised his eyes and looked at the young man, regained a bit of youthful vitality after a long absence, "You are confident, if you have the ability, you can compare yourself with me all over the world."

Although they were talking and joking, Fu Hongye looked at You Jiang with only serious eyes. He looked at the moonlight and traced the eyebrows he was most attached to. He made a promise, "Okay, I will only be with you for the rest of my life."

The heart is easy to get old, the world is always there, the hero of the world, the beautiful woman in pink, will eventually go to her twilight years, in the world for a hundred years, grievances and resentments are scattered with the wind, love and hatred are like clouds and smoke, the only thing to be thankful for is that you are still by my side when the thousand sails are exhausted.

Just like the clichéd drama that makes the teenagers want to hear the ending every time-good days and good times and Cointreau, only mandarin ducks do not envy immortals.

The author has something to say: Feng Seventeen: One generation after another, one generation after another, the world belongs to me now, big brother, you should retire for your honeymoon!

Duhuo: Damn it, I will definitely get SSR next time!

Cun Jie: Why do I feel that the painting style of this river and lake is gradually being sculpted?

Mu Beijue: Don't ask, just sand sculpture and it's over.

You Jiang (indifferent): I don't want to compete with this group of sand sculptures, let's retire.

Fu Hongye (nods): Makes sense, retiring to protect IQ.

This is the end of "Old Rivers and Lakes". Thanks to the little angel for accompanying me to the end. There are really many things in the later stage of this book, just in time for moving and changing jobs. It seems that there are endless things to do every day. Many times I spent the whole night rushing to update... No matter what, I finally finished the writing smoothly. When I can't hold on, if I try harder, I will find that I can still hold on.

Although it's over, I still have to face the wall and think about my mistakes. I can't deal with accidents. After all, it's the reason why I didn't save enough manuscripts. I still have to save [-] words before opening the next one, which is expected to be around the end of April.

It’s been a long time since I’ve written this old book, and I want to try some fresh cookies in my next book, so I’ll start with pre-acquisition——"How Two Dead Houses Are in Love"

The last book of the Xuanmen series, "Bai Gongzi", will be released after the present is over, and it is mainly the story of the demon clan.

Finally, thank you for your support and subscription along the way. Friends who like this style can bookmark the author's column. Even if I change jobs, I will continue to write. Sooner or later, this column will be full of trees!