[Rebirth] My CP is always elusive

Senior brother, Master is looking for you..."

"Brother, are you back?"

"Eldest brother, I'm not very good at this sword technique, teach me..."

"Big Brother..."

"Big Brother..."

Familiar and young faces appeared in front of his eyes, Xie Weiyang was in a trance for a while, surrounded by familiar places, every stone pillar and every piece of land here he would not be mistaken, the main hall did not collapse due to the flames of war, and the sword training ground was also in good condition , this is the Haoran Sect, these young monks in front of him are his younger brothers and sisters, and the blue figure surrounded by them...is the former him, the head disciple of the Haoran Sect, Xie Weiyang.

Now, from the perspective of an outsider, he watched his every move in Haoranzong. In every place of Haoranzong, he often taught his younger brothers and sisters their homework, or helped the master manage some simple internal affairs, or represented the sect. The door welcomes some fellow Taoists from faraway sects. Occasionally, if they can relax for a while, they will take a pot of sake to the forest in the back mountain for a quiet drink. At that time, they will always meet his most gentle and carefree junior, Xiao Jinghong .

After such a long time, Xie Weiyang once thought that he had forgotten this quiet and beautiful memory, because it was too long and he couldn't remember it, because after becoming a lonely soul in the mountains, time and the past have become meaningless. It was boring, because the last battle was too tragic, destroying all the things he carefully guarded, and it was so tragic that thinking of Haoranzong was an unstoppable pain, nothing else.

This is what he thought, but only now did he realize that in a certain corner of his heart, there are bits and pieces of beauty hidden, and he has never forgotten it.

Xie Weiyang leaned on the pillar, watching the crowd gathered in the distance, for several days, he was trapped in this strange past, and others turned a blind eye to him.

Although a little nostalgic and sad, Xie Weiyang remained sober and calm to prevent himself from falling into the trap of some kind of illusion.

The people who got together suddenly burst into laughter, their joy could be felt from such a distance, Xie Weiyang raised the corner of his mouth, it was his youngest junior sister who was making a joke again, she was as old as Gu Sisi, she was Aijiao's age.Somehow one day, she suddenly said that she wanted to be his Taoist partner. At that time, when the sword practice was over, she lost her mind. It was Xie Weiyang who came back with her on his back. She walked down the mountain step by step. Under the setting sun, she said so very serious.

"I want to practice hard, and I will become a person who stands side by side with the senior brother in the future. Then the senior brother will be my Taoist partner!"

Her original sentence was like this, Xie Weiyang didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the time, she just thought she was hurt and confused for a while, but she didn't know that the words were heard by the juniors next to her, and spread throughout the Haoran sect, often used to make fun of the younger junior sisters.

Xie Weiyang remembered what happened at that time, but now he is standing on the sidelines watching, those scenes are the same, but not quite the same as he remembered.

The little junior sister blushed under the laughter of the crowd, clenched her fists tightly, but still insisted on handing the basket in her hand to Xie Weiyang in the field, stammering: "Elder brother, I made this Yes, try it..."

Everyone booed again, "Junior Sister, why don't we have one?"

"Yes, yes, ours."

"It's not good to be partial like this!"

Seeing the embarrassment of the little junior sister, Xie Weiyang in the field was about to take the basket and stop everyone's nonsense, when the usually cold third junior sister spoke.

"Junior Junior Sister, Eldest Senior Brother has already had bigu, you don't need to eat these things, you can take them back." Then, Third Junior Sister pulled Xie Weiyang's sleeve again: "Eldest Senior Brother, I still have doubts about my sword skills last time, Come to the sword practice field and I will practice it for you to see?"

As soon as the matter of practice was mentioned, Xie Weiyang's attention was indeed diverted. The third junior sister has excellent talent and is a highly valued disciple in the school. She is also close to Xie Weiyang on weekdays, but she has always been deserted. Xie Weiyang suddenly asked for advice. It was a bit strange, in the end, Xie Weiyang only had time to wave his hands to everyone before being dragged away by the third junior sister.

The rest of the people in the arena also gradually dispersed, but the younger junior sister stood there in a daze holding the basket, several juniors stopped and seemed to comfort her, the younger junior sister raised her head and forced a smile, as if saying that it was okay.

Xie Weiyang, who was outside the venue, looked at this scene that was not in his memory, and suddenly discovered some small details, such as the young junior sister's appearance is very good, she is very popular with the male disciples in the sect, but the female disciples seldom travel with her.For example, the little junior sister dressed up specially today, adding some embellishments to the uniform clothes in the door, with silver bells hanging on her hands, and her hair is exquisite.

That day, the little junior sister stood for a long time, did not leave, and did not wait for the person she wanted to see, she touched the snacks in the basket, it was cold, there was sadness in her eyes, as if she was about to cry, In the end, he just left with the basket in the night wind, and the next day, he would cling around to Xie Weiyang and act like a spoiled child, blushing and insisting on handing Xie Weiyang some things he made himself.

"Brother, can you let me be your Taoist companion?"

The former Xie Weiyang never took it seriously.

Do you feel sorry for missing that kind of sincerity?

This illusion is just like this?Xie Weiyang thought to himself, turned and left, leaving that delicate figure behind.

The peaceful daily life was broken, and the scene quickly changed drastically.A junior brother hurried over and said something to Xie Weiyang in the arena, Xie Weiyang's face changed and he walked out.

What happened later is not unfamiliar at all, Xie Weiyang can clearly reproduce the scene at that time with his eyes closed.

In his world, there was no barrier between the monks and the demon clan. They were incompatible with each other and hated each other. As a half-demon, Xiao Jinghong simply looked for other places since he could not be accommodated by either the monks or the demon clan.

Xiao Jinghong was bewitched, and came to provoke him with his demon way.

He killed the elder Chi in the sect and then left, the demon way left in a mighty way, laughing wildly, no one in the Haoran sect could stop him.

Furthermore, the grievances between Elder Chi and Xiao Jinghong were also clear in the dialogue between the two. Xiao Jinghong came here for revenge, and everyone was blameless.

The Hao Ran Sect was not exterminated because of the evil way, the disaster started within Xiao Qiang, and the real culprit was fighting and killing each other.

In the words of the head of the Haoran Sect, the human heart is such a complicated and terrifying thing, the sudden death of Elder Chi is like a heavy blow, disrupting the original balance of power, like crushing this huge and tired Zongmen's last straw.

"The longer the sect has been passed down, the deeper its ailment, and I am powerless." Xie Weiyang remembered that when the master said this, the helplessness in his eyes was like that of an ordinary mortal in the secular world, because he was powerless. And feel sad.Before this, Xie Weiyang didn't know that the situation in the door was already such a critical moment.Dazed, he was pushed to the front, shouldering the responsibility of the first disciple, and only knew to hold the sword in his hand tightly and guard his precious things until the last moment.

Since then, Haoranzong has fallen into a precarious situation. Finally, under the impact of various forces, the huge sect was wiped out overnight, and blood flowed all over the mountain.

This incident shocked the comprehension world. No one could have imagined that such a vast and powerful sect would be wiped out due to civil strife, and it was also unexpected by Xiao Jinghong who killed Elder Shame Chi.

Amid the blood and fire, Xie Weiyang staggered on the scorched land after the battle, he still held the sword tightly in his hand, even though it was broken, corpses were strewn all over the way, and at a glance, they were all familiar faces, they fell to the ground , mixed with mud and pools of blood.

Xie Weiyang paused for a moment, the little junior sister's body was at her feet, she was lying on her back, half of her beautiful face was ruined, her hair was stained with blood and sticking to her face, dirty, but he still recognized it Out.

With one good eye open, she stared blankly at the gray sky.

She used to be so lively and beautiful, but now she is lying on the cold ground in such a state of embarrassment, her young life has disappeared before it can bloom, and in the end she doesn't understand why she died.

Power and desire are absurd swords, and the victims are always innocent people.

Xie Weiyang closed his eyes, holding back the tears that were about to pour out, how many monks like her are here, his juniors, his seniors, the place he wanted to protect, all gone, even the fellow disciples in the field , many of them still died under his sword...

"Weiyang..."

Hearing a voice that was as angry as gossamer, Xie Weiyang was shaken all over, and struggled to run to the place of that voice.

"Master."

Xie Weiyang knelt down halfway, and put the sword in his hand aside, he only had one arm left, and the other was cut off in the battle just now, and it was cut off by the root, and the person who cut it off was a very kind man elders.

Xie Weiyang's blue clothes had already changed color, soaked in blood and sticking to his body, the corners of the clothes were dripping with blood.He tried his best to support Master with his remaining arm.

This venerable monk had a lifeless look on his face, but he held onto Xie Weiyang's hand so hard that his veins burst out.

"Weiyang... you are, the hope left behind, remember to revive the sect! Remember... always remember, never forget..."

Xie Weiyang shook his hand back. At this time, there was no Xie Weiyang outside the court. The same grief was conveyed through the clenched hands, overlapping, and he choked up and said: "I will remember..."

The unfulfilled promise was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it any more. A sword pierced through Xie Weiyang's chest at last, and the remaining momentum penetrated into the chest of the head of Haoran Sect.

The disciples under Elder Chi got up from the ground and gave him the last sword with all his might.

Xie Weiyang fell to the ground, he was not the one who survived the disaster after all, blood splattered his cheeks, the last thing that came into view was the gray sky, and a cloud of fire approaching the horizon, as if he also saw his unlucky Worry-free junior... No, it's not my junior anymore.

Xiao Jinghong came here on the clouds, the demon lines between his eyebrows were like blood, the feathers on his head were also as bright as blood, and the wide sleeves were blown away by the strong wind, such a bright and gorgeous dress, the owner did not look happy , on the contrary, those anxious brows and eyes, and tightly pursed lips showed a bit of panic.

Xie Weiyang closed his eyes.

He didn't hear the last mournful cry that resounded through the sky, like a mandarin bird weeping blood after losing its mate.

In the past 400 years, batches of newcomers have appeared in the cultivation world, many of whom are amazingly talented and brilliant. New sects have sprung up everywhere, and the cultivation world seems to be full of vitality.

But these have nothing to do with Xie Weiyang, he was trapped in the same place by his own obsession, unable to die, quietly watching the moon rise and set, and the vicissitudes of life change.

The former site of the Haoran Sect was covered by the soil, the trees were lush and lush, and the blood of killing was washed away by the years. Some wandering ghosts left, and some spirits found that the place was full of spiritual energy and moved in.

But these have nothing to do with Xie Weiyang, he guards this land alone and refuses to leave.

The years have been turbulent, and Haoranzong has been forgotten in the corner of history. The turmoil of the monster clan for hundreds of years has finally calmed down, and the new king who is decisive in killing is a half-demon.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Xie Weiyang, the only thing he can do now is to stay here and not forget what he promised.

At night, the sky was very dark, the moon was very bright, the wind in the forest stopped, Xie Weiyang looked up, his back was floating alone in the hazy mist, he did not forget, it was his persistence alone.

don't forget what?

a voice asked.

Xie Weiyang was puzzled.

That voice said: What are you still attached to?What's the use of remembering, so what if you don't remember?

Xie Weiyang seemed to be stunned, yes, so what.And what should I remember?

That voice was full of pity: How long have you been reincarnated, your master, your brothers and sisters, and only you are still here, what are you doing.

The voice sighed: Actually, you are the one who was forgotten...

So come with me.

Xie Weiyang was silent.

The voice bewitched: There is nothing in this world to be attached to, come with me, there is no night, and you don't have to be afraid of being alone, you don't have to bear any responsibilities anymore, just relax.

As long as you give me your hand right now.

Xie Weiyang didn't answer, he lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

follow me.

That voice was still tempting, Xie Weiyang didn't answer.

You are already dead, dead, everything is in the past, what is the point of being here, there is nothing you can do.

Xie Weiyang: "You are wrong"

what?

Xie Weiyang raised his head. Surprisingly, there was no sense of loss or decadence on his face. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth were raised, as if mocking that voice.

"you are wrong."

He repeated the original words, the surroundings were dark, but he smiled with a sense of calmness, Xie Weiyang turned around, the transparent soul body glowed with a faint light, very soft.

Xie Weiyang: "Xie Weiyang of the Haoran Sect has long since died. The current Xie Weiyang is a disciple of Liyougu, and has an uncle of the Lord Tongque. I am not alone. I have the care of my teacher, the love of my fellow disciples, and my fellow friends."

Xie Weiyang shook his head: "So, I was wrong from the beginning, and your things can no longer affect me."

The voice stopped speaking.

Xie Weiyang didn't say anything else, he took a step, and easily got out of the chaotic illusion.

The author has something to say:

Another thick and long chapter~ It explains Xie Weiyang's past, and it was Xie Weiyang who encountered the scene in the illusion.