Master regards me as the way of heaven

The peach blossoms are scorching, the tenderness is eroding to the bone, and what is hidden by the light veil is Tianming who has regained his clear pupils, twisting a petal and sending it to the lips of the bloodless man, trying to comfort him gently, while sticking to his ear He coaxed: "You have been taking this medicine for six days. I have made a big mistake, and regretting it is useless. Yuheng, since you said you won't turn into a star, just take it."

"Do you know what you did?" Yu Heng closed his eyes tightly and his voice was weak.

"It's what we did." Tianming pushed the petals to his lips again, obviously his face was a little cold because of his lack of cooperation.

"Do you know that you are possessed?" Yuheng opened his watery eyes, looked at the person who could still face him with an ignorant expression, and asked, "Is this medicine?" I don’t blame you for the demon asking you to send it, but you know that the demon’s stuff will definitely lead to bad results, that’s it, do you still want to force me to eat it?”

Tianming looked at the petals on his fingertips, then at his sweetheart who was not looking well, nodded, and said: "Even you can lie to me, I only believe seeing is believing, you have really improved after taking this medicine, If I cut off this last day, it would not be a waste of my hard work."

Speaking of hard work, Tianming took Yu Heng's hand, pulled it to his heart and traced it, and said with great grievance: "This is here, Yu Heng, you know that I pour my heart and blood every day, and it will be a good medicine to save your life. Can you bear not to eat?"

"Consonance is falling, blood in my heart..." Yuheng was forced to eat the petal, and he was already powerless to argue with this unreasonable person. The matter has come to this point, if he can't get rid of the demon in Tianming's body, as a teacher, For the sake of love, everyone should bear the karma with him. He said that he wanted to shine with his twin stars, but could he really have the heart to take him to death?

"We..." Yuheng was about to say what was in his heart, but suddenly a burst of blood surged up, a mouthful of blood was vomited, and he gasped heavily. Standing up and backing away in a panic, every step back was like a heavy hammer hitting his heart, but he was powerless to stop it, and the formation did not withdraw, like an invisible cage imprisoning him within an inch, until The closed door took away the last ray of light.

In the suddenly darkened space, there are only a desperate person lying on the cold ground and a bystander who is involuntarily immersed in this memory and has only recovered his five senses until now.

Although Ye Zhiqiu blocked the audio-visual in time, he was still a little embarrassed. He turned his back to the owner of the memory and said, "He left because he would make you seriously injured and vomit blood if he got close. It's because of the flower. Driven, I thought that the fall of immortals could be reversed."

"I must take him away before he is completely enchanted." Yu Heng's voice was extremely cold.

Ye Zhiqiu knew that this man couldn't hear his voice, but he still couldn't bear it, and said, "That demon didn't appear because he searched for medicine for you. You have been affected from the very beginning. It may be a wound on his face, or it may be a Earlier, when he and you first arrived in the heaven, he was already possessed by a demon."

"He can't hear."

Ye Zhiqiu heard the voice around him, and turned around in surprise to look at the immortal whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Thinking of what he saw last night, he immediately waved his hand and said, "See no evil, listen no evil, I didn't see anything."

"I was in the middle of the chess game, but at that time I really thought that Tianming was hopeless. Thank you for letting me know the truth." Immortal Yuheng waved his hand, and the surrounding scene turned into nothingness. Only Ye Zhiqiu and The two of them stood on a stretch of water, and he lightly held up a formation plate in his palm, sent it to Ye Zhiqiu, and said, "After the seven-star formation plate was taken away by Tianming, I died and Hualian didn't know his whereabouts. All that is given to you is the inheritance of the formation."

But Ye Zhiqiu didn't answer. If he got the inheritance, this illusion made of memories would collapse immediately. He asked, "You call me Yaoguang, does that mean that what I should have got is the inheritance of Kaiyang Star?"

"Yes." Yuheng's whole body was shining with aura, which was a sign that it was about to disperse.

"You said that there is no cure for Tianming, but you forcibly broke through the formation and went to the junction of immortals and demons to find him. The lotus flower you transformed was not for suppression. Is my rebirth related to you?" Ye Zhiqiu speeded up his speech.

"Yes, as long as he is willing to touch the lotus, he can purify his soul and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation. What I want is his rebirth, so that he can go back to the fairyland without my intervention. Even if he is suffering, he can rely on himself to return to the fairyland way."

Ye Zhiqiu is a little worried at the moment, he is reborn, and he can still empathize with Tianming's memory, then...

With a troubled expression on his face, he said softly: "I saw that after Tianming knew you were dead, even though he felt resentful and said that you would suppress him at the bottom of the lake forever, he was willing when he joined the battle. Maybe he is still alive?"

"If he was still alive, it would be impossible for you to be reborn. I don't know what the ultimate goal of the big devil is. He let Tianming meet me, and made his cultivation advance at least a thousand years earlier. What you want is not to start a war between immortals and demons, but this world that has not yet been able to restore the way of heaven. You are the last star of the Big Dipper. Maybe Tianming voluntarily slept and died at the bottom of the lake for thousands of years. There will be left undissolved will, because the resonance between the stars guides you to approach, maybe you have never seen me in the previous life because of the realm, or maybe it is the rebirth of Yaoguang star master, this world I loved, please."

Ye Zhiqiu saw that Yuheng was about to dissipate, and the array had already fallen, so he immediately caught it with both hands, and at the moment when the array turned into star patterns, he shouted loudly in the direction where only the phantom was left: "Tianming, he really I love you very much."

"I know that there must be someone in the world you live in who loves you very much, otherwise your cultivation base would not be enough to survive until now."

Ye Zhiqiu wanted to ask another question, but his eyes were covered with white snow, and the mysteries of heaven and earth filled in continuously from the sea of ​​consciousness, and the myriad of stars made it difficult for him to think. When his body sank, it was like the feeling of his soul falling into his body.

There was a burst of thunder and lightning in his ears, and his whole body was numb. He opened his eyes in confusion. When he raised his eyes, he could only see himself sitting cross-legged, with his right arm forward, and his palm lightly touching a floating lotus flower. .

Looking forward again, at the other end of the lotus, there is another person facing me. The movements of that person are the same as my own. It's not because of the closed eyes, the thick eyelashes tremble slightly, which is actually a bit disturbing and beautiful.

"Concentrate."

Seeing the man's thin lips slightly parted, and the serious words in his mouth, Ye Zhiqiu frowned slightly, but immediately noticed that he was in a powerful protective barrier, which was strong enough to resist the thunder of the mortal cultivator. Jie, but in this thunderstorm, there was a tendency to crack, he didn't dare to lose his mind, and immediately protected the formation with all his heart.

Fortunately, the thunderstorm ended in just a moment, and he opened his eyes again to look at the man who helped him overcome the catastrophe. If it is true what Immortal Yuheng said, the one who loves him very much should be this man. Love, after all, how many people in this world will accompany others to be struck by lightning.

He was about to express his gratitude, but who knew that the person had emitted aura and was about to disappear in a blink of an eye. He didn't know why, but he was sure he had seen such a scene with his own eyes. At the time of the shadow, memories suddenly flooded into the sea of ​​consciousness like a tide, but it was a scene of a cold-faced person taking away the aura and making him cut off his love.

His mind was blank for a long time. Today he accepted the inheritance, and suddenly remembered the huge blow. He suddenly had a splitting headache, and only pressed his forehead and fell on the ice. Floating in the air outside the formation, with white hair flying around, blood stains on his clothes like falling snow and red plums, the man was obviously seriously injured, but he raised his hand without changing his expression, throwing the last thunder light wrapped around his arm far away the ground.

With a "boom", the snow that would not have left any traces turned out to be full of potholes.

Ye Zhiqiu's memory hadn't had time to connect this lightly figure with the past, when he saw that person falling in his direction, and the ice surface he was leaning against also melted instantly after the lotus fell into the altar. There was a "hum" in his ears, and the biting cold had surrounded the two of them.

Without hesitation, he hugged him tightly, fearing that some vision in the lake would wash them away, and he didn't know when he lost consciousness, but at the moment when he regained his hearing, he heard a man Tong's voice was saying, "Father, this is what happened."

Father?

When Ye Zhiqiu heard this address, he heard the voice of a mature man who was somewhat familiar. Although he was ruthlessly indifferent, the short "um" could be regarded as a response to this identity.

For some reason, he felt a little uncomfortable, and the moment his eyelids moved slightly, the two stopped talking, and he felt that the white-haired man was approaching him, because his body was not cold and his head was not cold. When it hurt, she turned over and sat up immediately, looked at the father and son and said, "Hello."

"You..." The white-haired man's hand, which was supposed to support his shoulder, was hanging in the air, and his face turned from an inexplicable expression of understanding for a moment, and said, "You are also fine."

Ye Zhiqiu saw that this man didn't look out at all. If he hadn't gotten up early, he might have started to make a fuss, and said angrily: "They all have sons, why pay them back, and still have such thoughts towards me? Although you and I are also fateful friends, but you and I have no destiny, let's stop earlier."

Who would have thought that the man hadn't answered yet, but the little doll with the same white hair rushed over without seeing it. Ye Zhiqiu had never been with the little doll before, and he was afraid of hurting him seriously, so he was at a loss for a while. Raising his hands, the child who was overly enthusiastic threw himself into his arms. The child was still good at acting like a baby. He rubbed his furry head in his arms. Before he could react, he yelled cordially: " father."

"Who are you calling?" Ye Zhiqiuhuo was so old, and it was the first time he was called father by someone. This is not a joke, "I am innocent, and I don't want to be extravagant at all."

Not only could the child be coquettish, but she was also coquettish, and when she turned her head, she got up and hugged the white-haired man's leg, crying, "Father doesn't recognize me anymore."

Ye Zhiqiu has never seen such a battle before, the child looked at him with aggrieved eyes, he was saying that he was an irresponsible bastard who abandoned his wife and son, but this kind of responsibility cannot be misunderstood, he pointed to the child , pointing to the still man, and said with embarrassment: "Does your son call everyone daddy?"

"He said he was your son." The white-haired man's eyebrows and eyes were already serious, but they were still extremely serious at this moment.

"He obviously called your father before I woke up." Ye Zhiqiu stood up, feeling a little annoyed.

The white-haired man nodded slightly, with a look of approval on his face, and said: "Your son is my son, call me father, call you father, I admit it."

The author has something to say:

【small theater】

Ye Zhiqiu: (looks at the title of "Happiness from Heaven") Hehe.

Author: The protagonist, you are gone, you still dare to laugh at me.

Ye Zhiqiu: What about your conscience in writing the title? Where does this joy come from?

Author Jun: Falling from the sky, holding two at a time.

Ye Zhiqiu: Could it be that he dragged his family to find me to touch porcelain? Look at that hair, those ears, those teeth, those claws, they all look like me.

Son: Father, father lost his memory again, and I look exactly like him.

A white-haired gentleman who lost his name: Yes.

Ye Zhiqiu: (shocked face) Well, you are big!Don't get me wrong!Sober up and see how we could have a son!

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Feishengziwen, the kids have their backgrounds, emmm, should I make their family tidy?

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Thanks to the two angels, Han Xiaosun and Mo Liansheng, for the nutrient solution, the author will work harder~(≧▽≦)/~