devil in heart

【Stars in the sky, people in my heart】

"The person in the painting?" Jing An looked up at Xie Muyou.

Xie Muyou blinked with an innocent look on his face, he didn't expect that the half-children back then had a pretty good memory.

The leader suddenly laughed, and coughed with a smile.

"Sir, I thought at first, what would you look like if you were with the person in the painting."

At that time, the husband was dressed in awe, and it was difficult to see him with any other expression, let alone a smile.

He still remembers the night when he was rescued, Mr. leaned against the roof holding the weapon, looking at the dark night sky and wondering what he was thinking.

Having escaped from death, he knew that this person would not harm him, so he bravely climbed onto the roof.

"What are you looking at?"

The gentleman glanced at him and said nothing, his black eyes were heavier than the night sky.

He thought of his mother, and suddenly became sad, and followed Mr.'s gaze: "Are you also missing the dead?"

The husband turned his head and stared at him for a long time. He thought he had said something wrong, but unexpectedly, the husband asked him, "Why did you say that?"

"Because my mother said, if you miss her, just look up, she will become a star and stay with me all the time."

A big cool palm landed on the top of his hair and rubbed it, and his voice was smiling: "Then we will turn the day up, let the stars fall, and the person we want will be with us .”

He thought for a while, then looked up: "Then if I blow the sky up, will mother be happy?"

The palm that landed on top of his head paused, and patted his thin shoulder for a long time: "You're right, they won't be happy."

He couldn't remember clearly what happened next, but he only remembered that his husband had entrusted him to a master in a college, and he was helping his master while studying like this.

Later, the Japanese invaded and the academy was burned down.Looking at the raging fire, he was glad that his master passed away a year earlier, otherwise it would be so painful to see his whole life's painstaking efforts.

When he crawled out again and again from the pile of dead people and was numb to death, he met Mister again.

Mr. seems to be looking for something and doesn't care about his following.Until one time, he still couldn't hold back, and it was still in the same scene.

There are hazy stars falling in the gloomy night sky, but he has grown up, but the appearance of the gentleman sitting on the roof has not changed at all, only an increasingly cold aura.

"Sir, you won't grow old, right?" He looked up at Mr.

"If you mean looks, maybe, but that doesn't make much sense." Mr. shook his head.

"Then are you the fairy in the storybook? Immortal and omnipotent."

The gentleman squinted his eyes and looked into the distance. Instead of answering his question, he jumped down: "Let's go, someone is here."

After that, there was another fight, and even in his sleep, he could smell the bloody smell on his body.He thought it would go on like this forever, and maybe the day it ended would be his own death.

But he didn't think that the separation came earlier than death, and that day Mr. gave him a book.

"Do you want to live forever?"

He nodded ignorantly, in his mind, Changsheng would be as omnipotent as Mr.

"Your fate is very dark, suitable for walking in the ghost way. You have talent and my blood hangs your soul." The gentleman patted himself on the shoulder, "You take this book, how many people in Fengdu Can you sell me a thin noodle."

"Sir, are you a ghost?"

The gentleman was taken aback for a moment, shook his head, and turned around, only leaving himself with a straight and bleak back.

"Then you are a god!" He ran after his husband for a few steps, but finally couldn't move any further, and could only watch his figure disappear into the night.

My husband's voice came from my ear: "Boy, longevity doesn't mean you won't die. Live well."

At that time, he actually didn't understand anything, he didn't even know what the ghost way was, and he didn't even know what Fengdu was.

But he met Bai Wuchang once, and Bai Wuchang sighed when he saw the book in his arms, and asked, "Is the person who gave you the book okay?"

He asked about the identity of the gentleman, Bai Wuchang just pointed to the sky, and then disappeared.

Later, when the world was peaceful, he also began to think about the way of longevity and immortality. Mr. is a god, if he really lives forever, we can always meet again.

He wanted to express his thanks, and also wanted to ask Mr. if he got what he wanted.There is also the scroll of painting that I took away out of curiosity but didn't have time to return it to him.

That should be very important to Mr.

The years that followed were very, very long, so long that it seemed like eternity in the blink of an eye, and the years finally came to an end.He smiled in relief, his black hair faded, and it was those young years that finally stood in his eyes.

The embrace of his mother, the upheaval of childhood, the teachings of his wife, the friendship of classmates, and the girl who gave him a love letter and died in troubled times...

"Sir, I'm probably going to die..."

Xie Muyou held his hair and gently applied force to make Huafa come back to life. Although it was no longer black, it had luster.

The sect leader wanted to stop him, but was blocked by Xie Muyou: "You and I are destined. I saved your life back then, and you woke me up. Now you have saved my life again, and I will protect your sect."

"gentlemen!"

The blood on the head's body stopped, and his body's spiritual power was circulating. He knew that Xie Muyou had given him a few more days.He understood Mr.'s intentions, but he still had to say something.

"Sir, Luo Xing...cough..." The master pointed to the dome.

Falling stars... Xie Muyou dug out the words from his memory - "Then we will turn the sky up, let the stars fall, and the person we want will be with us."

"Sir, the Luoxing faction was originally a family." He picked up those homeless children and taught them to read and practice martial arts.He understands that his longevity is due to that drop of his husband's blood, but he always thinks that these children may have more unusual encounters than him if they understand the Dao.

"It's because I didn't teach my apprentice well and ruined this family." He should have been alert when the female disciple left, but he thought there was only an emotional conflict between them.

Xie Muyou nodded, but walked in front of Luo Chenyi who was ignored by everyone.

"Your master's body can't stand the toss. Both of you are eyes, and you can get out by destroying any one of you. What do you think?"

Luo Chenyi thought for a second, then looked at Xie Muyou: "I have one condition."

"Senior brother!" Luo Zili panicked, what is he going to promise, senior brother?

"Sir, take my junior brother away. I know you are not an ordinary person. Zili...he was born with thunder and calamity. I want you to keep him safe."

"Eternity?" Xie Muyou turned a deaf ear to Luo Zili's yelling, he was not surprised by Luo Chenyi's request but asked instead.

Luo Chenyi took a little longer to think this time, and finally said solemnly: "Three times, Bao Zili will be safe three times."

You can't be too greedy, Luo Chenyi knows that his life is not worth so much money, and three times is enough for Zili to grow into a big monster.

"Senior brother!" Luo Zili evaded Jing An's interception, threw himself on Luo Chenyi, and firmly covered his mouth.She raised her head and shook her head at Xie Muyou: "Don't listen to his nonsense."

Xie Muyou glanced thoughtfully at Jing An, who was obviously letting the water go, then turned his head and said to Luo Zili, "Little guy, you are born with thunder and calamity, you may not even live the lifespan of an ordinary person."

Ordinary monsters have a calamity every 300 years, big spirit monsters have a calamity every 500 or 5000 years, divine beasts like Taotie have a calamity every [-] years, and innate spirit beasts have a calamity every [-] years.

But when Luo Zili was born, his mother was in the midst of a thunderstorm, so he was born with a thunderstorm, and only 50 years would be a catastrophe.The advantage is that he grows faster than other monsters, but the disadvantage is that 50 years is too short for spirits to cultivate and find treasures.

"Enough is enough." Luo Zili continued to cover his senior brother's mouth, "I live to be 50 years old, and I can still be with senior brother for 30 years. If senior brother is gone, what's the use of me being able to live three hundred years?"

Xie Muyou raised the corner of his mouth: "Zifeng, you don't think you haven't taught your apprentice well, isn't this a good teacher?"

The headmaster was stunned when he heard the name, even the name that he had forgotten, but the husband still remembered it.

"Cover your ears." Xie Muyou said loudly.

The cast iron sword in Xie Muyou's hand suddenly grew bigger, and he inserted it heavily into the position where the head was sitting before.

The head of the sect suddenly felt his soul being torn apart, but one pair of hands pressed firmly on the top of his head, preventing his soul from leaving his body.

Everyone heard the distant sound of the sword chanting, besides the unwilling roar from the ground.

When the golden light dissipated, a round depression was formed where the iron-cast sword was located, and a little bit of fire flashed on it.Xie Muyou looked at the semi-smelting furnace under his feet, and twitched the corner of his mouth: "Get up."

When the cast iron sword was about to return to his hand, it suddenly flew out again, gesturing at the temple beam.

"This is..." They stared blankly at the gold scraps falling at their feet. Is this sword going to demolish the house?

Before everyone could figure it out, the golden roof of the main hall had already been overturned.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

The iron-cast sword that cut gold like mud was very fast, and the gold bricks did not hurt anyone, but was shaved into fine gold powder before they fell.

"Senior brother, look!"

The eccentric Luo Zili couldn't figure out that it was just Xie Muyou's test for them, so he happily pointed to the sky: "Master, hurry up and see."

The sky was still gloomy and oppressive. The coming catastrophe finally failed because Jing An had absorbed the energy of the Heaven Sacrifice Formation.

The gold chips shattered by the iron-cast sword were blown by the wind and fell on everyone.

Luo Zili smiled and rolled his eyes: "The stars are falling."

When the stars fall, the person we want will be with us.

Xie Muyou turned his head to look at Jing An who was standing shoulder to shoulder with him.

"Thank you."

"Thank you for what?" Jing An's eyes flashed tenderness.

Xie Muyou looked at his pretentiousness, smiled lightly and flicked his fingers and was finally willing to return the sword in his hand, teaching him to sell his iron sword.

The cast iron sword flinched in grievance, so it was not sold, obviously the master himself said it - Jing An is also his master.