On the 101 Forms of Disciple Blackening

Continuous fires were raging in the mountains and forests, and the scorching air waves were about to bury people, making it difficult to breathe.A person is dragging his body and crawling on the ground with difficulty. If you look closely, his back is hollowed out, and a big hole is completely presented. The bones inside have been removed by some method. People don't understand how such a person is. Do what is not dead yet.

He kept crawling forward, leaving long bloodstains wherever he went, dragging his broken and incomplete body, his face was distorted by the pain, and the endless hatred attacked the people in front of him like an overwhelming mountain. .He stared at the person standing in front of him that he wanted to touch no matter what, but the person glanced at him indifferently, dropped the tool that hurt him, turned around and disappeared into the night.

Luo Jichen woke up from the nightmare again.

In the dream, Jin Chi was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames, looking at him with hatred and viciousness in his eyes.

It has been a year since Jin Chi transplanted the immortal bone.

But he was strangely unable to forget the scene of that day, Jin Chi was laughing the whole time, as if mocking his stupidity, mocking his ruthlessness would eventually lead to bitter fruit.

The moment before Jin Chi's body was quickly engulfed by the fire, Luo Jichen's deep pupils reflected bright red.The burned face, the silent mouth, speaks.

"You watched the fire from the other side, but you didn't save me..."

……

Someone knocked on the door, with a respectful and distant tone: "Master, the time has come, Master Feng has been waiting outside for a long time."

Hearing this, Luo Jichen's movements of dressing became slow unconsciously, and he was in a trance for a moment. In the past, the person who talked outside was always Jin Chi, who was always careful to flatter him when he was young.

Although his personality has become very distorted later on, his love for him has not changed at all.

"Hiss..." Luo Jichen covered his head and took a breath, why did he think of him, isn't the nightmare enough to torture him every night?

Standing outside in the wind and waiting for a long time, Feng Buzhan became even more haggard. He has haggarded too much and aged too much this year. It was originally a period of prosperity, but he looked like a middle-aged man who was sinking into decadence people.

"Luo Jichen." Seeing that person come out, Feng Buzhan forced a smile: "Today is Qixi Festival, where do you want to go. In our world, we would all send flowers to each other."

Luo Jichen didn't know whether it was because of the replacement of the fairy bones or some other reason, he lost a lot of weight, and the fairy energy of the past has faded a bit.

"No, I'll go see him."

If Brother Feng is still here...

"Living in this world must be valued, Jimson, every encounter is beautiful, just like God sent you to my side, I will treat you well, just as I can reap happiness from being good to you It was not easy when you were young. When I saw you, you were dying, skinny and skinny. I took you back to Qishan Fengtuo, hoping that I could save you and let you help more people."

"Brother, I don't have any great ideas. Ascension to immortality can help the world, but it is impossible for me, brother, to enter the way of immortality. I pin this hope on you, Ji Chen, go and realize it."

The scene where Senior Brother Feng said these words to him seemed to reappear before his eyes.Luo Jichen suddenly thought, what is the reason for his ascension to immortality, for the brother's righteousness, or for the so-called immortality.

There is no desire or desire, so why do you seek the way of immortality? Is it to elevate yourself deliberately?

He couldn't even see through his own heart, so Luo Jichen wasn't a person with the aptitude to become an immortal.

When Luo Jichen heard the news that Feng Buzhan had already died, for the first time, he felt slightly shaken by his innocence.In his heart, Brother Feng is still special.He still couldn't be able to remain indifferent to the news of Feng Buzhan's death.

If he enters the Immortal Dao and arranges the Immortal Squad, he will bring Feng Buzhan back intact.

Today is Qixi Festival, and tomorrow I will be officially invited to discuss it.He was about to make a real farewell to this mortal world.

"At the very least, let me take you to eat something." Feng Buzhan continued.

Luo Jichen came back to his senses, and said lightly, "You don't need to regard me as his substitute."

Even if my thoughts were exposed, Feng Buzhan didn't feel embarrassed at all, but smiled gently: "Ding Zhiwei is dead, and so is the real Feng Buzhan. We need to look forward, don't we?"

Luo Jichen stopped and looked back: "Are you willing to give your heart for me?"

"What?" Hearing Luo Jichen's question, Feng Buzhan was obviously taken aback, hesitated for a moment, but still didn't say the answer.

The results speak for themselves.

Luo Jichen turned his head and said indifferently: "So, you should understand that a substitute is a substitute after all, and it will not make you give your heart. I will not indulge in the past, it is a stupid behavior. My acceptance is just an occasional remembrance, not Self-deception like you. You really love him, either live well and leave your whole heart to him, or die, don’t live and waste my brother’s body.”

"You killed him, but I didn't kill you. This is the last ray of kindness my brother taught me. You should feel lucky and not come to provoke me."

"If you love someone, do you have to die for him?" Feng Buzhan looked at him closely.

"No." Luo Jichen said without sadness or joy, "But you don't want to."

Say goodbye to the clouds in the sky and usher in the last night.

The streets are bustling with traffic as usual.Everyone's face is filled with happiness and joy.

Same as that year.Luo Jichen walked to the street, attracting many people's attention.

"Hey, look, isn't he Luo Jichen from Qishan Fengtuo? The only person who has ascended to immortality for thousands of years, what is he still doing in our mortal world? Haven't all the immortals gone to the sky?"

"He's so good-looking, even more beautiful than all the men I've ever seen!"

"Why did he appear here? Could it be someone else pretending? Didn't Taoist priests disguise themselves to deceive people a while ago?"

"He doesn't look fake..."

The Qixi Festival is especially lively, and many women and children sell their handmade lanterns on the street.

The place where Luo Jichen was was surrounded by people, so he had no choice but to make a trick to isolate himself from the crowd.

Those people surrounded him, separated by an invisible barrier in front of him, Luo Jichen stood in the middle of the crowd, staring at the moon.

His gaze was inadvertently placed on the few poorly made lanterns.

Noticing that Luo Jichen was looking towards him, the children hurriedly said, "Is the fairy coming to see the lanterns? They are all beautiful lanterns, and we spent several days and nights making them."

Luo Jichen walked up to the car dealer with his hands behind his back, a slender and well-articulated hand stretched out from the wide ink cuff, and just touched the handle of one of the lanterns, suddenly there was a huge force and heat on his back Feeling the impact, the waist was encircled from behind, and behind him was an extremely familiar voice that seemed to be an illusion, and it was also full of excitement and joy.

"I found you."