Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

Xuan Zhu was not frightened by the words of the old pagoda tree, he understood the situation of the old pagoda tree at a glance, it was not much better than the situation that Xuan Ying was in before being swallowed up at any time in the midst of resentment, these words were simply scaring people .

He cupped his hands towards the black hole and said, "Sir, I know that you intend to protect them. I am their companion and I will never hurt them."

The old pagoda tree did not believe in Xuan Zhu so easily, however, the next moment he seemed to realize the porcelain bottle in Xuan Zhu's palm, his tone was trembling, and he could no longer maintain the majesty of just now: "The one in your hand..."

"It's Xuanying." When Xuanying saw the old pagoda tree with Xuan Zhu, she had already told him that this was her friend. Xuan Zhu conveyed what Xuan Zhu wanted to say to the old pagoda tree, "She asked me to talk to you on her behalf. Said 'Mr. Yansheng, I haven't seen you for a few years, but you are okay'."

When he heard Xuanying's name, all the branches of the old locust tree trembled endlessly, conveying his mixed feelings after seeing Xuanying again: "12 years, 12 years. You are still here, you are still here Just like..."

From Yan Sheng's words, Xuan Zhu felt that there must be a deep friendship between him and Xuan Ying. Xuan Ying continued to communicate with his soul: [Senior brother, can you tell Mr. The oath I made at the beginning is here to stay. ]

Xuan Zhu told Yan Sheng everything Xuan Ying said: "...she said she knew you were tired, so I'm sorry."

The black hole of the old locust tree named Yansheng made a whining sound, as if crying: "I am willing! As long as I can do something for the children, even if I sacrifice my life, there is nothing to be afraid of!"

After a brief exchange between the two parties, Xuan Zhu informed the demon cultivator named Yan Sheng of his identity.

"Xuanying and I have been waiting, hoping that there will be a monk who can break the formation. We thought everything would become our delusion. Fortunately, we finally waited for you." When facing Xuanzhu, Yan Sheng recovered. Calm, but the joy in the tone could not be concealed, "The souls of the children protected by my Yaoyuan are getting weaker and weaker, and they will be scattered in a short time. Can you save them first?"

Xuan Zhu could feel that it was not only the soul of the child he said was about to be dissipated, he himself was not much better now.

For the past 12 years, Yan Sheng stayed here, and his cultivation has long been gnawed away by resentment, and now he is strong on the outside but capable on the inside.Seeing Xuan Zhu now, knowing that Xuan Zhu is Xuan Ying's senior brother, if there is no reason for him to persevere, he might immediately relax and disappear here with the wind...

Xuanying told Xuanzhu that the eyes of the formation are just under Yansheng's roots.

When they discovered that the eyes of the formation here were flowing around, Yan Sheng resolutely changed back to the posture of a locust tree and took root here, forcibly restraining the eyes of the formation.Moreover, in order to protect the souls of the children from being swallowed by resentment, Yan Sheng has been nourishing the souls with demonic energy...

Xuan Ying hesitated: [Brother, those grievances should not be underestimated. I have been trapped by them for many years, and I know how powerful they are, even if you are a Sanxian...]

Xuan Zhu smiled casually: [Little sister, don't underestimate your senior brother. ]

[......]

Xuan Zhu could feel that between Xuan Zhu and those little souls, the balance in Xuan Ying's heart had already tipped to the other side.

He thought, Xuanying is no longer the little girl who always regards her original body as the standard of doing things.

He said to Yan Sheng: "Mr. Yan Sheng, my primordial spirit will enter your Yaoyuan, I don't know Mr...."

Before Xuan Zhu finished speaking, Yan Sheng said: "It's nothing, come on."

Since Yaoxiu doesn't care about some memories being discovered by him, then Xuan Zhu doesn't have any scruples.

He urged the primordial spirits to let some of them enter the black hole of the locust tree.

The name of the locust tree demon is Yan Sheng. He has practiced alone for a hundred years. He has reached the transformation stage 17 years ago and entered Ningle Valley by mistake. At first, he was arrested because he was a demon cultivator. The cultivator of the pill refining sacrifice had been hurt, and after he escaped through all kinds of hardships, he remained vigilant towards anyone.

He was seriously injured and came to this valley. He thought that death was waiting for him. Who would have thought that when he opened his eyes again, the first thing he saw was a pair of clear eyes full of the kindness of a doctor.

The man with such eyes that made people feel relieved said to him: "I happened to be picking herbs on the mountain road into the valley. I didn't expect to see you lying on the road, so I brought you back."

Yan Sheng lay on the couch, turned around from his daze, and sat up quickly.

The man showed no defense against his reaction, and continued: "My wife said, you should be a demon cultivator who was persecuted by monks, and we will cure you together. After you recover, let's go out of the valley."

"Cheng An, how is the demon cultivator?" A clear female voice came from outside the door, and then a beautiful figure led a three or four-year-old child into the house.

Yan Sheng looked at the door and saw a pair of eyes that were the same as the man's but were pure and without any impurities because of his young age. The child simply looked at him and then smiled at him.

Yan Sheng realized that the woman was a monk in the Nascent Soul Stage, and clenched his fists in his cuffs, ready to fight back at any time. He turned his head, stared at the man without blinking, and said word by word: "You are not afraid that I have other plans. ?"

The woman raised a bright smile: "If you ask this, it means you won't do anything to us." She pulled the child and made the child face Yansheng, "Qing Mo, call me uncle."

The little toddler who was pushed in front of him smiled sweetly, and obediently called out: "Uncle."

……

Afterwards, Yan Sheng kept thinking, if Wen Chengan, who went out of the valley once every few months, hadn't gone out to collect medicine that day, would he have died on that mountain road, turned into a bone and weathered into nothing in this world? people know.

Later, after getting along for a long time, he found that Xuanying was different from those pious monks outside, and he found that the villagers in this valley were completely different from the greedy people outside.

They are friendly and honest, and they don’t reject this outsider. Many children still like this young man with white hair. They always like to play with him, which makes him unable to hold back anymore. That cold face began to smile.

One day, Xuan Ying told him that when she first saw him who was rescued by Wen Chengan, she didn't trust Yansheng that much, but Wen Chengan told her: "Look at this man's body with so many Injury, it seems to be caused by the magic weapon of your monks. Yinger, you told me that it is really difficult for a demon cultivator to practice in the world, but he still has to endure the possibility of being captured by disgusting monks and concocting elixir .”

When Wen Chengan saw Yan Sheng, Yan Sheng fell to the ground. Wen Chengan just probed his breath with his finger, and he grabbed him and shouted, "Please let me go, please let me go!" I, I don't want anything, please don't make me alchemy." Such words.

Yan Sheng listened from the sidelines, his face flushed red while maintaining his aloof attitude.

"Speaking of which, this valley doesn't exist at all." Xuanying seemed to see Yan Sheng's embarrassment, and changed the subject, talking about the origin of Ningle Valley, "A thousand years ago, a monk passed by here to move mountains. The power of reclamation created this place, and then brought some ordinary people to settle here."

Yan Sheng asked cooperatively, "What happened to the monk later?"

"It is said that thousands of years ago, he occasionally came to Ningle Valley, but since a certain day, he has never appeared again. It is said that he must have passed the tribulation and became a fairy." Xuan Ying said, "Before the monk left, A formation has been set up outside Ning Le Valley, this formation can isolate Ning Le Valley from the turmoil of the outside world, thus turning this place into a paradise."

"So, this Ningle Valley is not just for anyone to enter." Xuan Ying smiled and said to Yan Sheng, "If you can enter, it means that you have a predestined relationship with this place. You should live here in the future people."

Yan Sheng was silent for a moment, then said, "Just like you?"

Xuanying smiled at him: "No, it is I, Cheng'an, who is destined to be with me."

"By the way, Cheng'an's ancestors had painted a portrait of that monk, and I will show it to you next time I have a chance."

"A person like that should be admired by everyone. Why not put up his portrait to give him some blessings? Even if it is small, it will be beneficial to the future immortal journey."

"It's said that the cultivator doesn't want blessings, and I don't know the specifics about Cheng'an. Life and death in this valley have countless reincarnations. After such a long time, there are probably not many people remembering it."

"Speaking of monks, you are a cultivator. After a hundred years, if you hear about Chengan—"

Xuan Ying cut her mouth and said: "If he goes back, I will go back with him." Then she pressed her index finger to her lips and warned, "Mr. Yan Sheng, you must not tell Cheng An this, he will get angry Yes. As a doctor, I hope that everyone can live as long as possible, and I hate those who despise life. But I don’t despise life. It’s just because he is here, so I’m here. If he leaves, then I will There is no need to live on."

When Xuanying said these words, her expression was calm and calm, as if drinking water was the most natural and normal thing.

Yan Sheng knew that what Xuan Ying said was true, but he still couldn't help asking: "Then what about Qing Mo?"

Xuan Ying seemed to be indifferent and said: "Qing Mo must have passed fifty years of age at that time, and he must have his own other half. At that time, he will definitely understand my feelings."

Yan Sheng pondered: "I really don't understand your human love."

"There are many kinds of love, you understand." Xuan Ying said, "Why don't you treat children like me."

Xuan Ying's phoenix eyes were as bright as stars falling into Yan Sheng's eyes, like a bright light, which made him fully realize his feelings for the children during this period.

He never thought that he would maintain such a wonderful relationship with monks and humans, but it was a relationship that he wanted to cherish in every possible way.

It was also after that day, when his wounds healed and he returned to the peak cultivation level of the transformation stage, Wen Chengan asked him if he would like to stay, and he directly agreed without hesitation.

When he nodded in response, a group of children who had been guarding the door pushed open the door and threw themselves into his arms: "Yansheng, you have read so many books, be our husband from now on."

Yan Sheng threatened with a straight face: "If I become a husband, I will be very strict."

"It's okay." Wen Qingmo, the eldest of the children, smiled innocently, "We like Yansheng, and so does the strict Yansheng."

The children nodded like pounding garlic, and they all responded: "Yes, yes!"

Yan Sheng hugged the two children in his arms tightly, and stroked the head of the child who was trying to climb on top of him with his hands. Tears gathered in his eyes and finally rolled down.

Since then, he has become the teacher of Ningle Valley, and the Mr. Yan Sheng in the mouth of the children and villagers.

Since then, Ningle Valley has become his home.

At this time, the people in the valley thought that they would live a happy and peaceful life in the mountains. No one would have thought that this isolated paradise would experience a catastrophe in five years, and it would become a purgatory on earth. A hundred years later.

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In the past 12 years, the children and simple villagers who brought Yansheng happiness have become the reason why he sticks here.

So even if he is getting weaker and weaker, he can no longer leave this place; even if he is getting older and older, he will no longer have a long lifespan as a demon cultivator; even if his demon essence is gradually weakening, he can no longer take form...

But he doesn't care, and he has nothing to fear.

Those happy memories of Yansheng started from Ningle Valley and ended after being stationed here.

Through Yan Sheng's perspective, Xuan Zhu saw the scenes of the monks abusing the people in the valley, and also saw the resentment of the villagers because of hatred, which eventually became resentment...

When a child was murdered by a monk, Xuan Zhu felt the pain from Yan Sheng's heart, and if he continued to watch, it might affect Yan Sheng's Yaoyuan, so he took the initiative to cut off this connection.

The souls of the children in Yaoyuan are also very weak, and the direct contact with his soul will surely make these souls disappear.

Xuan Zhu distributed a little of his primordial power to the souls, just this little amount was enough for these little souls to leave here.However, because these little souls were too fragile, it took him a lot of effort to channel his mana carefully.

When Xuanzhu pulled the souls of dozens of children out of the Yao Yuan, through his guidance and protection with his divine sense, the little souls finally appeared outside the entrance of the cave.

Because Xuanzhu continued to share the breath of life with them, the originally dim souls became brighter and brighter, and then began to have a transparent form.Xuan Zhu looked at the souls of those young children, and even he, an outsider, felt extremely heavy. One could imagine how grief-stricken the person who had faced the tragic Miegu incident would be.

However, among these souls, Xuan Zhu unexpectedly saw a familiar figure that should never have existed.

——Qingmo?

Even though he was much younger than the 15-year-old Wen Qingmo, he would never mistake him for the soul of Wen Qingmo who was only seven or eight years old in front of him!

Xuan Zhu looked at "Wen Qingmo" who was tightly bound by the branches, and turned to that soul again.

When Xuanying was in a state of turmoil, after seeing her child's soul, her soul was also very unstable, which made him feel the grief of not being able to save her child's life.

Due to the sudden vibration, some primordial spirits in the Zifu caused a surge, and a fishy sweetness filled their throats.Xuan Zhu settled down, swallowed the mouthful of blood, and continued to watch that the souls gradually drifted away.

For a moment, his mind went blank, not knowing what to think.

Wen Qingmo died, or died in Ningle Valley when he was eight years old, then who was brought back by Xuan Huai, could it be that this person lied to a group of them?

But what is this picture?

In the end, I got nothing, and even the situation in Liurenling was very pitiful.

Moreover, in the memory that Wen Qingmo showed him, there is indeed an incomparably real memory in Ningle Valley.

Xuan Zhu told himself not to think wildly, wouldn't everything be fine when the little apprentice wakes up and asks clearly?He settled down, secretly stabilized his mind, and continued to watch that the souls gradually drifted away.

This is going to be reincarnated.

And these souls seemed to be saying their final farewell to the pagoda tree that protected them. When they were about to dissipate, they ran towards the thick trunk of the pagoda tree like a group of naughty children, then lowered their heads and landed on the trunk one by one kiss until—

The voice of the vicissitudes of the old pagoda tree said kindly: "Goodbye, children."

After the souls left one by one, Wen Qingmo was the only one left. He stood silently beside the locust tree, as if waiting for what the locust tree would say to him.

Yan Sheng couldn't understand what the child was thinking: "Qing Mo, your mother is looking at you, hurry up and reincarnate, don't waste all our painstaking efforts. In the next life, if there is a chance...to be your mother's child again , I will be your husband again, okay?"

The sad child seemed to be comforted, nodded slowly, then he turned his head to look at Xuan Zhu, and smiled at him, as if he knew that he saved them in the end, that smile was just like Xuan Zhu's memory in Yansheng The innocence seen in

When Wen Qingmo also disappeared into the world, Xuan Ying's suppressed and mournful voice sounded in Xuan Zhu's mind: [Brother, my child is Wen Qingmo, as you can see, he has already passed away. ]

Xuan Zhu stared at the figure in close proximity, his deep voice was full of fatigue and confusion, he asked Xuan Ying, and at the same time he asked himself: "Then—who is he?"

The author has something to say: clang clang clang——When the vest is falling, the apprentice himself is still ignorant of it.

I thought about shaping Xuan Ying into a tough woman, even the text was revised, but in the end the original version was released. What she said at that time was her truest thoughts, but everything was structured in a stable way. over the course of a century.