Immortal and Demon Cultivation

The next day, early morning.

Ye Xiaochuan sat on the edge of the bed and looked at Yuan Xiaolou, who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

This is the first time in history that Ye Xiaochuan got up earlier than Yuan Xiaolou.

It was also Ye Xiaochuan's first time to see Yuan Xiaolou from this angle.

It's daylight now.

With Yuan Xiaolou's industrious character, he would get up quietly at dawn every day and prepare breakfast for the family.

Ye Xiaochuan was very sure that Yuan Xiaolou was pretending to sleep.

Yuan Xiaolou told him more than once not to tell her when leaving, otherwise she would be reluctant to part with him.

Therefore, Yuan Xiaolou could only pretend to be asleep.

Ye Xiaochuan had nothing to pack. After staring at Yuan Xiaolou's sleeping face for a long time, he slowly leaned over and kissed Yuan Xiaolou's forehead.

He murmured: "The road to the world is long and life is long. If I don't die, I will definitely come to find you."

After saying that, he stood up and walked out of the room.

The moment he closed the door, Yuan Xiaolou, who had been lying flat, suddenly curled up like a prawn.

Lying on his side, hugging his knees, tears streaming down his face.

She bit her lip, not daring to cry or open her eyes.

She knew that if she opened her eyes, she would look at that man.

You will be reluctant to let it go.

And that man will definitely care about his own feelings and continue to stay by his side.

She can't be so selfish.

She would not force Ye Xiaochuan to do anything.

She only hoped that Ye Xiaochuan could do what she wanted to do.

He cannot become a stumbling block on Ye Xiaochuan's life.

In the past, Yuan Xiaolou always felt that the heart-breaking and poignant love in the story was a lie.

Only now did she realize what it means to have a broken heart and intestines, and what it means to be in pain beyond hope of life.

In the past, Yuan Xiaolou always felt that the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl were so pitiful that they could only see each other once a year.

Now she began to envy the pair of fateful mandarin ducks. At least they could see each other once a year.

I and Ye Xiaochuan are separated this time. When will we meet again?

Scenes of past events flashed in Yuan Xiaolou's mind.

When he met Ye Xiaochuan for the first time, Ye Xiaochuan raised his chin and asked himself to copy a fake map of the empty cave in Death Lake for him.

The first time he confronted Ye Xiaochuan, Ye Xiaochuan let him go.

It was the first time that Ye Xiaochuan was given medicine mouth-to-mouth.

It was the first time to change Ye Xiaochuan's dressing.

Wipe Ye Xiaochuan's body for the first time.

The first real kiss with Ye Xiaochuan.

Bathe Ye Xiaochuan for the first time.

Helping Ye Xiaochuan to walk for the first time.

For the first time, I fantasized about growing old with Ye Xiaochuan.

The first time... too many beautiful and unforgettable memories.

Yuan Xiaolou didn't want to lose these memories. Even if she suffered from lovesickness every day and lived a life worse than death every day, she still didn't want to forget any of the beautiful memories she had with Ye Xiaochuan.

It turns out that the human heart really hurts.

At this moment, Yuan Xiaolou's heart ached so much.

But what else could she do but cry?

Asking what love is in the world can teach you how to make love between life and death.

Traveling from all over the world, Lao Wing has experienced the cold and heat several times.

Go away with joy, cry at farewell, and there will always be crazy children.

What you should say is that there are clouds thousands of miles away, and there is dusk snow on thousands of mountains.

Who is the shadow going to... Outside the dark hotel, the old storyteller, Wang Keke, with a big head and a big head, has been waiting for a long time.

Ye Xiaochuan was not surprised to see Wang Keke going with him.

Big Head used his mental power to tell Wang Keke last night that he wanted to protect him when he went to Qilin Mountain.

Ye Xiaochuan did not refuse.

If he wants to gain a foothold in Qilin Mountain and rely on Qilin Mountain as his base to achieve great achievements, he must have helpers.

From the current point of view, Wang Keke, an old naughty boy who has been in Qilin Mountain for hundreds of years, is the most suitable candidate.

What's more, at the foot of Yushan, Ye Xiaochuan already knew that the old storyteller also intended to win over Wang Keke.

Ye Xiaochuan trusted the old storyteller very much. Since he was the right-hand man he chose for him, he could definitely entrust him with important tasks.

The big head knew exactly what was going on in the house.

It said: "Boy, that girl is pretty good.

Why don't you take her with you? She can also take care of you and warm your bed. "

Ye Xiaochuan shook his head silently and said: "I have too many enemies and they are too powerful. She will only be hindered by me when she is by my side.

Senior, Xiaolou, please take care of me. "

The old storyteller nodded and said: "The girl is my granddaughter, so I will naturally take good care of her.

Mr. Ye, the future is difficult and dangerous, so you must be careful at all times.

Also, remember what I told you, when you encounter difficulties that you cannot overcome, you must rely on the word benevolence and righteousness. It is not ordinary benevolence and righteousness, but the greatest benevolence and righteousness in the world. "

This is the third time the old storyteller has said this to Ye Xiaochuan.

Ye Xiaochuan used to suspect that the old storyteller had something to say, but now he is certain that the old storyteller did mean something else.

But the old storyteller didn't seem to intend to say it explicitly, and Ye Xiaochuan didn't force it.

He said: "Senior, where are you going?"

The old storyteller smiled and said: "I am just an idler in the world, so naturally I will continue to play in the world."

Wang Keke said: "Then you go play in the world, we will leave first.

Boy, don't delay, if Xiaolou runs out, you won't be able to leave. "

Ye Xiaochuan nodded, bowed and saluted the old storyteller, and said, "It's a long way to go. See you again when we are destined."

With that said, holding his big head in his arms, he and Wang Keke walked along the street towards the city gate.

Looking at Ye Xiaochuan's back, the storyteller murmured the introduction of the book.

"The sea of ​​clouds is misty, and the sky is infinite.

Who among all living beings does not yearn for it?

The way of heaven is illusory, and no one can see it.

Who in the world does not want to live forever?

The resentful couple of three lives and seven lifetimes, the grievances and hatreds between the righteous and the evil sects for thousands of years.

One person, one ancient sword, how will he face the whole world..." He came to the outside of Yuan Xiaolou's room and knocked on the door.

He said loudly: "Girl, let's go, play with grandpa!"

"I won't go! Xiaochuan is gone! I don't want to play with you, a fat old man! Woo woo woo..." Hearing the crying in the house, the storyteller pushed open the door and said: "There is also the rice bucket, how could you forget it?

Don't cry, that kid is the wind, the wind can't be kept.

Let those who have left go, we have to go on with our lives.

Let's go east, the next stop is the capital, grandpa tells you, the capital is very prosperous, there are a lot of suckers, we can definitely make a fortune in the capital..." The ancient road in the wilderness, the white clouds are leisurely.

At the end of the ancient road is a thousand-year-old city.

Ye Xiaochuan stood on the ancient road, looking at the almost disappeared Luoyang City behind him, his expression was a little gloomy.

He is a person who values ​​friendship very much, and he can't leave Yuan Xiaolou calmly.

If Yuan Xiaolou chased out of Luoyang City at this time and said, "Xiaochuan, don't leave."

Or said, "Xiaochuan, I'll go with you."

No matter which one, Ye Xiaochuan would not refuse.

But in the end, Yuan Xiaolou did not show up.

"Let's go, let's go, it will be dark if you dawdle any longer."

Wang Keke urged impatiently.

Ye Xiaochuan retracted his gaze, sighed, and jumped on the magic whip that was like a killer.

Wang Keke controlled the magic whip and flew towards the south.

Soon it disappeared in the sky.