same destination

Mo Fan, who was struggling in my palm, immediately calmed down a lot, and he should feel the comfort in my voice.

It's just that it was obviously very afraid of Chang Sheng's approach. The next moment, the snake body began to move again, as if it really wanted to break free from my control.

Although its snake head was held down by me, its body and tail kept swinging, and it seemed extremely restless.

I felt very helpless, but I couldn't bear to stop Chang Sheng from approaching again. After all, Mo Fan and I were indeed too close, which was unavoidably unfair to Chang Sheng.

Feeling guilty for no reason, I no longer broke free from Chang Sheng's palm, but carefully held down Mo Fan's seven inches, and held Chang Sheng's hand with my right hand, interlocking his fingers together, my voice softened unintentionally How much: "Where are you taking me?"

There was a hint of deep meaning in Chang Sheng's handsome eyes, and he said mysteriously: "I won't tell you yet, as long as you follow me, you will find out soon."

I squinted at Chang Sheng, with a hint of ridicule: "Are you trying to whet my appetite?"

Unexpectedly, Chang Sheng, who has always been straightforward, has learned to hide it?

The corners of Chang Sheng's lips curled into a nice curve, and a light flashed in his eyes. He lowered his head slightly and whispered in my ear: "I've always wanted to give it to you since I arrived at the Valley of Hidden Curses."

I glanced at the master who was not far away, and felt a little embarrassed: "If we leave like this, what will the master do?"

Chang Sheng immediately restrained his relaxed expression, and said in a low and sad voice, "I must guard Master to prevent him from causing irreversible killings, otherwise he will be detained and sealed by other demon catchers above the level of gods."

I was startled, and hurriedly turned my head and glanced behind me, worried that my master would get angry if he heard these words, which would make the situation out of control.

However, to my great surprise, Master looked at me and Chang Sheng blankly the whole time, as if he hadn't heard our conversation with Chang Sheng.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and asked curiously: "Master has such a high level of cultivation, who can take him into custody?"

Chang Sheng was taken aback, apparently he didn't expect that I would suddenly ask this question, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Although Master was previously honored as the Heavenly Venerate Demon Hunting Immortal, once he falls into immortality, he will be classified as a demon. Carrying a high-grade monster-hunting magic weapon can suppress him."

I nodded, and suddenly understood why the Master was so slow to respond to Mo Fan's feelings. After all, there is a world of difference between the Fallen Immortal and the Celestial Demon Hunting Immortal. Fallen immortals are hated and feared by thousands of people, and it is the thing that demon hunters most want to suppress and seal.

In this way, after falling into immortality, what is sacrificed is not only the future, but also the venerable reputation.

I sighed secretly, my heart became a little heavy, and I followed Chang Sheng unhurriedly towards the woods...

I thought for a while and asked again: "What's the difference between a fallen immortal and a demon?"

Chang Sheng turned his eyes and looked at me quietly for a while before answering me: "There is actually not much difference between a fallen immortal and a demon. The biggest difference is: one is a human who cultivates the Tao, and the other is a demon who cultivates the Tao. The result of being a fallen immortal is the same as Mo Fan falling into the Demon Lord. It’s just that the monster catcher is different from the monster. After becoming a fairy, the monster needs to go to the fairy world and cannot descend to the mortal world easily. But the monster catcher is different. The folks will have their own temple, which is located on the top of a certain mountain, and the master chose Wancang Mountain as the place for his temple."

After listening to Chang Sheng's explanation, my heart suddenly became clearer. No wonder there is only a temple on the top of Wancang Mountain, instead of a vast and boundless fairyland.

That being said, Mo Fan's place of refuge after becoming a fairy should be the fairy world, and he is honored as an immortal, even if he later became a demon, he is also honored as a demon.

Chang Sheng said that Mo Fan's cultivation base is extremely good, and his demon skills are very unpredictable, and I have indeed seen Mo Fan's power before.

Speaking of cultivation, I suddenly remembered that Mo Fan had given me 300 years of cultivation. I had his aura in me. Familiar aura.

Even though Mo Fan once gave me 300 years of cultivation, he was not affected by it at that time.

From this point of view, Mo Fan's cultivation has obviously reached the pinnacle of perfection. I'm afraid that all monster hunters in the world can't stand him, right?

If he wanted to compete with the master, the master might not be able to win him.

I quietly turned around and glanced behind me, and found that the master was walking behind me and Chang Sheng silently, apparently intending to follow us.

Why don't I understand that Master doesn't want to follow me and Chang Sheng, but just wants to be with Mo Fan.

If Mo Fan knew that Master had fallen into a fairy for him, would Mo Fan forgive Master?

I think, it shouldn't be so easy to let go of the anger and resentment in my heart!

After all, his obsession has tortured him for 1000 years, and he has also resented him for 1000 years. How can he just let it go?

Now that Mo Fan has returned to the stage of a young snake, he doesn't know if he can still enter the cultivation stage, and whether he will still have the chance to practice Taoism after a thousand years.

After all, it is really rare for a monster to become a fairy. Mo Fan is really a miracle.

Chang Sheng suddenly tightened his grip on my palm, and asked in a low voice: "Are you thinking wildly again?"

I recovered from my chaotic thoughts, and responded in a somewhat depressed manner: "I just thought that Mo Fan and Shizun had clearly cultivated each other's roots of love, but they have come to this point, and I feel a little sad in my heart."

Chang Sheng's eyes flashed when he heard the words, and his expression suddenly became a little sad: "The matter between Mo Fan and Master is indeed very regrettable, but there is one thing to be gratified, at least Mo Fan can continue to survive, if the world is gone For this person, all hopes will be destroyed, and this is the most heartbreaking thing. Master has now awakened, and he is very clear about what he desires most in his heart. I understand Master, he Once he recognizes his own heart, no matter whether he waits for a thousand years or ten thousand years, he will wait forever, even if he cannot get what he wants in the end, he will not give up, and will always protect Mo Fan to the end."

Hearing what Chang Sheng said, I couldn't help but feel emotional: in fact, Master and Mo Fan have somewhat similar temperaments, and they have one thing in common.

In this way, the entanglement between Mo Fan and Master is really painful. They have been torturing and hurting each other for thousands of years, until they were completely injured.

I don't know how to describe my current mood, as if a big stone is pressing on my heart, making me a little out of breath.

Chang Sheng probably felt that I was emotionally unstable, and a hidden gloom flashed across his handsome eyes, and his mood seemed to be affected by me, so he said sadly: "Actually, whether Mo Fan can cultivate human form again in the future depends on that." Look at Mo Fan's own creation."

The white cat curled its lips, and replied very reluctantly: "Then come back quickly, don't make me wait too long."

I nodded and didn't care about the white cat any more, but I started to wonder what Chang Sheng wanted to give me?

Chang Sheng led me into the woods quickly, looking forward along the tree-lined path, there was a feeling of a winding path leading to secluded places, walking all the way in the shade of green trees, the forest was silent, there was no insects singing There were no birdsong, and the dazzling sunlight shone through the woods, refracting bits and pieces of light, coating the trees on both sides of the road with a layer of light golden light, demure and elegant, like a dream.

The sea of ​​houses that was originally like a mirage has been destroyed, and now only this forest is left intact. I don’t know where Chang Sheng is going to take me?Could it be deep in the woods?

Chang Sheng's strength in holding my hand suddenly increased a little bit, and then his body became stiff for a moment, as if he felt a sudden discomfort somewhere.

I was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously turned my head to look at Chang Sheng. Seeing that his brows were furrowed and his face turned a little pale, I immediately pulled Chang Sheng to stop, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong? But what's wrong?"

Chang Sheng shook his head, and quickly put away the worry between his brows: "It's okay, it's just that I feel a little tired after sending the spiritual power just now.

I felt very guilty when I heard it, and Wen Sheng suggested: "Why don't we go back to the wooden house first? It won't be too late for us to come back when your spiritual power recovers."

Chang Sheng raised his eyes and looked directly into my eyes, his eyes were clear and bright, revealing a deep meaning that I didn't see clearly: "No! I must hand it over to you as soon as possible."

I can't help but wonder: what is it?Do you have to be in such a hurry?

Before I could ask, Chang Sheng quickly added another sentence: "Time is running out, so don't delay."

I was even more puzzled, my heart was inexplicably up and down, and I was a little worried: "No matter what happens in the future, I don't want you to secretly hide me."

Chang Sheng paused, then looked at me fixedly, and quickly changed the topic: "Don't worry, we're almost there,"

I sighed, after all, I surrendered. I stopped asking too many questions, and walked on the road with one heart and one mind...

We entered a large shaded space surrounded by towering trees. Under one of the big banyan trees stood a rectangular stone table with a Guqin covered with fallen leaves. , it is obvious that this guqin has been here for several days.

Chang Sheng pulled me to the stone table and stood still, turned around and glanced at the master who had been keeping a short distance from us, and then stood outside the shaded open space, his eyes flashed a subtle indifference, It seemed that he was a little concerned about Master's presence.

I looked down at the Guqin, the familiar dark color and strings made my heart jump wildly, and my voice trembled uncontrollably: "You... you want to give me... something... is it?"

Chang Sheng nodded, and the corners of his lips curled into a beautiful arc: "It should be your old friend, right?"

My body froze suddenly, and I was stunned on the spot: What does Chang Sheng mean by this?Could it be that he remembered our previous lives.

In previous lives, I can still vividly remember the scene of playing the piano for Chang Sheng.

For a moment I was so excited that I couldn't utter a complete sentence: "You...this is...remember...remember...we...we..."

Seeing my incoherent speech, Chang Sheng interrupted with a chuckle: "If I had known you liked Guqin so much, I should have asked Xing Yao about your preferences."

It was as if I had been doused by a basin of cold water, and the original ecstasy disappeared in an instant, and I murmured, "So that's how it is."

He just gave me a guqin, why did Chang Sheng say that time is running out?

"Don't try it?" Chang Sheng's gentle voice rang in my ears.

I froze for a moment, raised my eyes to look at Chang Sheng, and looked into a pair of deep pupils, like the warm March sun, softening my whole heart.

I can see the bright and radiant light from these glazed eyes, it is obvious that Chang Sheng is looking forward to hearing my piano sound.

I nodded lightly, sat down on the stone bench in front of the stone table, raised my hand and stroked the leaves that fell on the guqin one by one.

The right hand lightly rests on the strings, the slightly curved middle finger is lifted up, and the fingertips slowly swipe across the strings, a long and long piano sound pours out, and it feels leisurely and comfortable when it falls into the ears.

As for the Nagasawa (homophone: Changzhe) piano that has been with me for nearly 800 years, I am so familiar with it that I can no longer be familiar with it. At this moment, its sound is calm and steady, and it has not been damaged in any way, which makes me very relieved.

I naturally love Nagasawa who can accompany me through such a long time, after all, I am a very nostalgic monster.

I covered the strings with my right palm to block the lingering sound from the piano test. I raised my eyes to look at Chang Sheng, and said warmly, "What song do you want to listen to? I can try to play the next one!"

Chang Sheng's eyes lit up, and he blurted out almost without thinking: "Any song is fine! As long as it is played by you, I want to listen to it."

I smiled slightly, and gladly accepted Chang Sheng's sticky words: "Okay!"

Chang Sheng walked to a tree not far from me and stopped, arms crossed, leaning against the tree in a casual posture, quietly watching my every move.

I patted Mo Fan lightly with my left hand to appease, and looked deeply at Chang Sheng. I clearly remembered that before Chang Sheng passed away in his last life, I played a song for him, "Tao Zhi Yao Yao Burning Its Heart" magnificent".

So this time I don't intend to repeat the piece, but just play it as I like.

I can clearly see the reflection of my leisurely look in Chang Sheng's glazed eyes, his eyes are as clear as a pool of spring water, with an indescribable tenderness.

The position of the atrium seemed to be gently swept by a feather, and circles of ripples rippled in my heart.

Immediately, I became more interested. I quickly stroked the strings with my palm, curled up the middle finger of my right hand, and put it under the thumb to pop it. The melodious sound of the piano sounded slowly.

The sound of the piano is soothing and euphemistic, neutral and peaceful, fresh and comfortable, just like a natural charm. With the soothing and beautiful sound of the piano, I couldn't help but softly chant:

The world is full of turmoil, and the fleeting years are tossed,

Time flies by,

There is still a paradise in the mortal world,

A wisp of smoke can be seen,

A voiceless sound can be heard blooming leisurely.

On the seven strings of Lingling, playing the acquaintance in the past life,

Even if there are thousands of knots in the heart, three thousand worries,

As early as in this lingering song,

No dust, no wind and frost.

With a deep and persistent belief,

In the world, long waiting,

With deep affection,

Exuding tenderness.

Hearing this song at night, floating this picture,

The flowers bloom on the other side, and the flowers fall into the underworld,

Keeping the time quietly, looking forward to the king's return.

After the song is over, I am still immersed in it for a long time, but I can't get my mind off it for a long time. This song narrates my state of mind waiting for hundreds of years. My soul at this moment seems to be getting rid of the heavy shackles, slowly floating in the air, and in the morning Roam freely in the wind and mist.

A coolness came from my chest suddenly, I was startled, subconsciously lowered my eyes, and saw Mo Fan was burrowing into my clothes, it seemed that the sound of the piano woke it up from sleep.

I couldn't laugh or cry, I grabbed Mo Fan's snake tail and pulled it out.

After confirming that it had stopped, I raised my eyes to look at Chang Sheng, with the corners of my lips slightly raised: "Fortunately, the guqin has not been damaged and can be used normally, but it has not been played for a long time, and the art of the qin has become quite rusty."

At this moment, Chang Sheng's expression was dazed, and he stared at me for a long while, as if he was still immersed in the music of the piano just now...

His eyes are as deep as the sea, like a clear spring, so clear that there is no trace of impurities, washing away the chaos and panic in my heart.

I smiled brightly, stood up from the stone bench, put the guqin on my back, and walked slowly towards Chang Sheng.

When Chang Sheng saw me walking towards him with the Guqin on my back, he suddenly recovered from the trance, the strange color in his handsome eyes disappeared in an instant, and there was infinite tenderness flowing between his brows: "It sounds good! Does this piece have a title?"

Because of my approaching Chang Sheng, Mo Fan became agitated, the snake's head lifted quickly, and the snake's body tightly wrapped around my body.

I quickly held down Mo Fan's raised snake head, patted it lightly a few times to show comfort, then stopped at a distance of about ten steps away from Chang Sheng, and did not approach Chang Sheng again.

I was inexplicably nervous, my eyes flickered and swept around, and then fell on the slender back of the master, thinking of the song I just sang, the meaning was too obvious: only because of one person, I fell into the world of mortals, time flies, time flies It is like a shuttle, and I always bloom in all seasons, waiting for a hundred years, holding a persistent belief and waiting for the person in the previous life, hoping to continue the relationship with him.

Chang Sheng doesn't remember his past life, and it's normal that he hasn't touched the depths of his heart, but Master knows about my past life with Chang Sheng, will there be a gap in his heart?

After all, he was the one who most hoped that Chang Sheng would become the next Heavenly Venerate Demon Hunting Immortal, but I ruined Chang Sheng's path, and he himself became a Fallen Immortal, and Mo Fan was beaten back to his original form. The meaning touched the pain in his heart even more imperceptibly, because the next years to meet him would be an endless and indefinite wait, and I don't know how he feels at this moment?

I suddenly felt very uncomfortable. I am afraid that the rest of Master's life will be spent in the long waiting years. Is this a punishment for him not cherishing at the beginning?Can he still wait until Mo Fan?

"You don't have to worry too much about Master, since he has made a decision, he will definitely be the same as what you mean in the words, and the rest of his life will only be wandering for Mo Fan."

Chang Sheng's gentle voice pulled me back from my chaotic thoughts, I turned my gaze back to Master, met Chang Sheng's deep eyes, and planned to respond aloud.

Chang Sheng shook his head lightly, and changed the subject: "You haven't told me the name of the song you just played? And who wrote it? It should be from a famous musician, right?"

My cheeks became inexplicably hot, I shook my head in embarrassment, and explained: "Just now I just played it according to my heart, not from someone else's hand."

Chang Sheng was slightly taken aback, his eyes instantly became hot and bright, and he was quite shocked: "You composed this song?"

I nodded, and my heart became a little apprehensive: Thinking of Tian Miao, who accompanied Chang Sheng to the peach forest, seemed to be very good at musical instruments, and he was the most famous musician in Yuducheng. I can't play at my best level, and I don't know if my piano sound can still reach Chang Sheng's ears?

Chang Sheng suddenly walked up to me quickly, hugged my shoulders, his expression became extremely excited, and he looked at me with burning eyes: "Little monster, you really gave me a big surprise, I didn't expect you to just follow your heart What he plays can rival the famous musicians in the music world."

After a pause, he quickly added: "No! It should be slightly better, Tianmiao can't play such a soul-stirring piece."

There was a rush of heat in my heart, and before I could respond, Mo Fan suddenly broke free from my palm, and bit Chang Sheng's arm with his snake's head high...

The author has something to say:

The lyrics sung by Ah Zhe, I expected the style of the song to be similar to Xu Song's "A Flick of the Finger"

The world is full of turmoil, and the fleeting years are tossed,

Time flies by,

There is still a paradise in the mortal world,

A wisp of smoke can be seen,

A voiceless sound can be heard blooming leisurely.

On the seven strings of Lingling, playing the acquaintance in the past life,

Even if there are thousands of knots in the heart, three thousand worries,

As early as in this lingering song,

No dust, no wind and frost.

With a deep and persistent belief,

In the world, long waiting,

With deep affection,

Exuding tenderness.

Hearing this song at night, floating this picture,

The flowers bloom on the other side, and the flowers fall into the underworld,

Keeping the time quietly, looking forward to the king's return.