The real big guys are those with connections in the eyes of the system!

Awang’s real name is Youwang.

His true identity was a wolf as he said at the beginning, and he only pretended to be a dog to avoid trouble.

After all, when talking about wolves, the first reaction of all cultivators is that it is a monster that must be killed.

But Youwang is a special case.

He is not a monster, but a demon.

Different from ordinary fallen demons who have lost their way, he is a demon that coexists with heaven and earth and is born with the ability to command the demon race.

And his path to ascension has never been interrupted - that is to say, as long as he is diligent enough, even if he is a demon, he has the possibility of ascension.

Just because he was born with the ability to lead demons doesn't mean he was born powerful.

The demons can't hurt him, but other races can.

He once fell into danger and was nearly killed by a monster. Fortunately, a young female cultivator mistook him for a dog and used her protective amulet to block the fatal blow for him.

At that time, he didn't know that everything in the world has cause and effect, and that if you owe a favor, you must repay it.

……

After getting to know Awang better, Yiqing stood there for a long time.

Although Awang is Youwang.

But in her heart, she could never see the two as one.

You Wang is a natural born devil. He goes from weak to strong, and is motivated and ambitious, just like the protagonist in a cool novel.

He was favored by heaven and surrounded by halos, so his eventual ascension was a natural outcome.

But the Awang in Yiqing's memory was a furry creature with thick and soft hair, who would secretly communicate with her in human language and was willing to rub his head in her palm.

That white-haired creature looks cute and harmless, but in fact, it is just as malicious as her.

When she did something bad, he would follow her secretly and keep watch for her; when someone picked a fight with her and she was sometimes too lazy to argue, he would secretly help her get revenge.

Although the maintenance of fur is not so conspicuous, it has penetrated into every aspect of life.

Although she knew that they would eventually be separated, she always felt that they would see each other again in the future.

But sudden ascension was something she had never imagined.

How come he ascended to heaven?

"Well, all good things must come to an end."

She sighed softly, and when she lowered her eyes, a breeze blew by, and paper cranes all over the ground flew up in the wind.

She stretched out her hand in a daze, and saw them fall on her palms and fingertips.

It seems like companionship, and also like comfort.

"Awang, I like this final farewell gift very much."

-

Yiqing sent three letters to Luo Yuan using paper cranes.

For the first time, at the age of thirty, he reported his safety to his family.

Elder Luo and Qingxiang tried to follow the paper crane but failed.

The second time, he was over 40 and shared the good news of his student’s success with his parents.

Elder Luo and Qingxiang learned their lesson and sent a reply letter using a paper crane. They then inquired about the hometowns of those who had made the list and went back to find them.

But Luo Yuan had anticipated this and left the place where he had lived for almost twenty years early.

He said: "Half of my life has passed, and it's time to go see different scenery again."

Yiqing still went with him.

The third time, Luo Yuan was very old and his time was running out.

Yiqing asked him if he wanted to go home. Luo Yuan nodded in a daze, then immediately shook his head.

He said, "I left my parents and traveled far away, and was unable to stay with them all the time, causing them to suffer the pain of separation. This was unfilial. Now that I am dying, I should not return to them and let them suffer the pain of death again.

Also, I don’t know if my father’s obsession has dissipated. If he saw that I was about to die, he might have done something wrong in order to prolong my life.”

That's the point.

He has been running away for half his life, and he can't let everything go back to square one at the end.

When he was sober, he would smile and say that he had lived his life for himself, done what he wanted to do, and seen the scenery he wanted to see, and it was all worth it.

But at the end of his life, when his thoughts were cloudy, tears would fall from his eyes and he would blame himself for being unfilial.

Yiqing asked: "What is filial piety?"

He said: "As a child, you should be in my arms and always be by my side."

"Not harming yourself is filial piety; preventing your parents from making mistakes is filial piety; missing them even though you are far away and respecting them is also filial piety." Yiqing looked at him seriously, "Luo Yuan, you have done very well."

"really?"

"real."

Luo Yuan died, and Yiqing sent his last letter home using a paper crane.

It's not news of death.

Rather, they are the notes he left behind during his travels through the mountains and rivers over the years.

Even when traveling far away, the wanderer never forgets his parents.

He saw the world with the eyes given by his parents, and recorded the prosperity and diversity of the world with his pen.

When these texts and pictures are read, his past seems to become another pair of eyes for the readers, allowing them to see the scenery there even if they have never set foot in those places.

……

There is no news of his death. Even though everyone knows that mortal life is short, they still hold on to a glimmer of hope and can't help but think that he may live longer than ordinary people. It is also possible that one day he will suddenly awaken the ability to practice and then have a longer life.

He should be living a good life where they can't see him.

Just stay alive.

Isn't it the hope that he will live forever if we seek the method of cultivation for him?

The wind blew through the notebook, and the page it stopped on only had pictures but no words.

There is a bright moon in the sky, and the wanderers on earth are gazing at it in vain. The faces of the phantoms in the water are blurred, but it is still possible to recognize that they are a man and a woman.

Missing you is like a jar of aged wine, it becomes more mellow with time.

-

People who practice cultivation have a very long lifespan, so Yiqing doesn't mind using his own decades to repay the little kindness he received that day.

Of course, part of the reason was also because she felt pity for the helpless young man. She always felt that someone with such a sincere heart should not die so young.

As for Elder Luo and Qingxiang, they had evil thoughts and forced their sons to choose to leave. In fact, they have already received their retribution.

Yiqing was too lazy to waste time on them anymore.

The past is gone with the wind, everything has its own cause and effect.

Thinking of this, Yiqing was slightly stunned.

But soon, a paper crane came from afar and brought her new news.

The last paper crane brought news about Xuanling Sect—

When she left the sect, the sect competition had not yet ended. The Xuanling Sect was originally in a very bad momentum and was even on the verge of defeat.

At this time, the eldest senior brother Zhe Ming from Qianren Peak appeared and reversed the situation, making the sect leader happy for several days.

Seeing that the champion of this competition was about to fall into the hands of Xuanling Sect and when the last match was about to be won, Zhe Ming grabbed the neck of his opponent who was about to fall off the stage and suddenly proposed to leave Xuanling Sect in front of everyone.

After saying this, he let go.

The opponent fell off the stage and the winner was decided.

Zhe Ming won and took first place.

But before that, he had already asked to leave Xuanling Sect.

So this time the first place does not belong to Xuanling Sect.

As for the new secret realm trial quota tied to the champion of the competition and the share of resources that can be selected with priority, they naturally have nothing to do with the Xuanling Sect.

It is said that the face of the leader of Xuanling Sect turned as black as the bottom of a pot in an instant, and he angrily accused Zhe Ming and Qi Rang of being ungrateful and said that they would definitely regret it.

But when these past events were conveyed to Yiqing's ears by the paper crane, the current situation was that the resources in the new secret realm were much more than everyone had expected.

The sects that ranked at the top in the sect competition have all gained a lot in this secret realm.

Only the Xuanling Sect lost two extremely talented disciples in succession, and the remaining disciples were mediocre and ordinary, so not only did it rank at the bottom, but it could only enter the secret realm behind it last.

All the good stuff had been swept away by disciples from other sects, so the last one to come was destined to gain nothing.

Some astute disciples saw that Xuanling Sect was in a bad situation, so they asked to leave the sect as soon as they came out of the secret realm, and then turned around and joined other sects.

The Xuanling Sect declined from then on.

Yiqing was not surprised when she heard the news.

A cold-blooded leader will sooner or later discourage his disciples. It is his own fault that he has ended up like this.

If he had not stood idly by when Qi Rang was forced to dig out the sword bone in his previous life, Yiqing would not have to pretend to be "half-disabled" to avoid bringing glory to the sect.

If he had not continued the lie to cover up the sect scandal when he realized that Zhe Ming's so-called hysteria also stemmed from Jiang Han's jealousy, he would not have chilled Zhe Ming's heart and made him come up with such a means of revenge.

I wonder if he will regret it when he thinks about these things now.

But all this is no longer important.

At this moment, Yiqing was more curious about what new news this flying paper crane would bring.

She wanted to raise her hand and let the paper crane land on her palm as usual.

But the moment I raised my hand, I didn't know what I touched.

soft.

With some temperature.

Familiar——

Hair touch.

She lowered her head suddenly.

"Wang!"

"wrong."

"Yeah! Sorry, I'm kind of used to it."

A familiar voice rang out with a chuckle.

Distant memories were awakened, and Yiqing spoke softly, with mixed emotions in her eyes, "Haven't you ascended?"

"I miss my old master."