Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

Xuanzhu's incarnation, Ji Wuyou, stood in front of the old locust tree, and felt from the body that Xuanying had disappeared into the world.

He told Yan Sheng: "Mr. Yan Sheng, Xuan Ying is gone."

When the old locust tree heard the words, sadness came from it, and the black hole made a whining sound, as if crying.

After enduring half of the karmic retribution, Yan Sheng's lifeless branches began to shrink continuously, and they drooped down to the ground, like the arms of an old man who had died on the bed .

In the end, even the wailing became lighter and lighter.

When the avatar of Xuanzhu came to Yansheng, he had already told Yansheng his identity, and told him clearly that the main body was now by his apprentice's side, and he couldn't leave.

Yan Sheng thought of the person he called the demon before, and thought of him doing something that shocked him.

He also heard the man's heart-piercing cry. He knew the severity of those grievances, so tormented by such domineering and evil grievances must be more painful than he was once abused by monks.

If such people are demons, then those cultivators who harm ordinary people are not even worthy of the title demons.

It turns out that not all demon cultivators in this world are so evil. This kind of demon cultivator—maybe it was said by a demon cultivator he met hundreds of years ago. His life was saved by a demon cultivator. Although the demon cultivator looked cold, he treated him very well. After healed his injuries, he gave him some spiritual stones and told him that he could contact him if something happened. If you haven't crossed the catastrophe and left the realm of cultivation, you will come.

After that, the demon cultivator was arrested together with him, tortured for many days by the monks colluding with the demon cultivator, and then refined into a elixir.

At that time, he asked Yaoxiu, why didn't your benefactor show up, why didn't he show up when we were dying? !

Jade Spirit, who had just cultivated human form, was riddled with holes, weeping, yelling, my benefactor must have gone to the Demon Realm, so there is no way to save me.

He sneered, for this simple jade spirit, and also for himself who believed in the jade spirit's words for a moment.

But now, maybe there really is the kind of magic cultivator that Yu Shijing said.

Seek benevolence and get benevolence, and there will be no resentment [1].

Presumably Xuanying would not have any resentment towards such a person.

Thinking this way, Yan Sheng used the last bit of power that Xuanzhu gave him, and said to the people in front of him: "I apologize for my previous impulsiveness. Thank you very much, and thank him too. May his death be auspicious, and his cultivation in this life will be smooth. .”

After the formation covering Ningle Valley was broken, besides the wind started to flow and the rain began to fall, a butterfly flapped its wings and flew into the valley from nowhere, and flew to the decayed branch of Yansheng.

Now that his wish was fulfilled, he would also leave this world.

In this lifetime, as a demon cultivator, he was very happy to come to Ningle Valley and meet everyone.

If there were no subsequent man-made disasters, this life would really be enough.

When Yansheng gradually turned into a light feather and dissipated into the sky, the butterfly began to dance again, as if saying a final farewell, and flew towards the distance.

The sky is getting darker, and the setting sun sprinkles light on the earth, and also on this land that has been dry for a long time and has rain.

In the afterglow, Xuan Zhu saw that the place where the huge old pagoda tree had grown was suddenly emptied, and then a small sapling grew rapidly in the center.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, look!" Chang Hongmiao, who had watched the Yaoxiu leave, was still confused about the whole incident, but as long as the little prince is fine, they can successfully hand in the task and get the reward without thinking so much.

He asked: "Could this be the reincarnation of that demon cultivator just now?"

Xuan Zhu was noncommittal, and said lightly: "Maybe."

Like Xuanying, Yansheng's Yaoyuan has completely disappeared into this world, and it is impossible to be reincarnated again.

This delicate sapling is the beginning of Ningle Valley's restoration of vitality and a symbol of the return of nature.It's just that the people who lived in every corner of this valley in the past will never come back.

******

Qiu Miao and Hong Jiao brought the shadow guards from Prince Shen's mansion to Ningle Valley, and the shadow guards saw that their little prince was intact and unscathed, but they were finally relieved after feeling weak.

If the little prince found lacked arms and legs, they would all be dead when they returned.

Thank you to the Daoist Chu who was pulled by him beside the little prince.

The two Qiu Hong asked Chang Hongmiao what happened during this time.

Chang Hongmiao didn't know what happened, so he could only laugh and say something he knew. During the process, he looked at Ji Wuyou for help, seeing Ji Wuyou's distraught look, he still resisted to understand. Difficult task.

Qiu Miao didn't ask Wen Qingmo's way of clearly entering the way of the devil, but asked other things: "So friend Wen Dao's master is here, how long will it take to confirm that friend Wen Dao is all right?"

Chang Hongmiao really didn't know how to answer, but in the end he still had to ask Ji Wuyou: "I don't know about that either, Fellow Daoist Ji, do you know?"

Ji Wuyou came back to his senses, shook his head, and saw that he was very sad: "I don't know either."

Qiu Miao asked cautiously: "Then, can we go and see Fellow Daoist Wen?"

Even if she lost the affection for Wen Qingmo, but the love of teammates is still there, so it shouldn't matter to go and see how Wen Qingmo is doing?

Chang Hongmiao coughed, and in order to liven up the atmosphere, he joked: "I think you'd better not go, you will be hit."

Qiu Miao lightly frowned, not understanding what Chang Hongmiao meant, she ignored him, looked at Ji Wuyou, who nodded, and said "Let's go together".

Chang Hongmiao and the shadow guard explained that they would leave later. After Ji Wuyou and Chu Zishi nodded in greeting, the four went to Wen Qingmo's side together again.

It was only half a stick of incense, and this time, Chu Zishi and the others were unable to move forward even ten feet away from Wen Qingmo.

The pressure of resentment emanating from Wen Qingmo was like a powerful coercion, they could only stand in the distance with pale faces, not daring to get close.

From Chang Hongmiao's point of view, that senior looked like he wanted nothing to happen. Sure enough, Da Neng was different. He could only say hello to people from a long distance this time.

After seeing Wen Qingmo and his master, Qiu Miao finally understood the meaning of Chang Hongmiao's words.

Looking from a distance, after seeing Wen Qingmo's incomparably tragic situation, Qiu Miao naturally also saw the appearance of that senior.

She can only sigh, this Wen Qingmo's master is too good-looking, as beautiful as ink and picturesque, but because of her high cultivation and demeanor, she has absolutely no femininity, not to mention, she meets his eyes On the surface, it also makes people feel ashamed and afraid to look directly at them.

"Thank you for taking care of the young disciples during this time. These are some pills that I have refined to strengthen the foundation and cultivate the vitality. I hope you can help you practice. A small thank you, I will give it to you."

The deep and magnetic voice sounded friendly, as if it was ringing in the ear, but still made people dare not look directly, as if there was a sudden sense of panic as if everything was seen through.

When the voice fell, four small porcelain bottles appeared floating an inch away in front of everyone.

Seemingly seeing that they were afraid to accept it, the senior lowered his voice, "Is it disgusting?"

"No no no, how is it possible!" Chang Hongmiao shook his head respectfully, and said on behalf of everyone, "The juniors are just flattered, even terrified, thank you senior!"

With Chang Hongmiao's words, the others did not refuse, and put them into their respective storage space bags.

"My friends, you should leave first. The fluctuation of resentment will become bigger and bigger in the future, which will only hinder your cultivation. If there is a chance, I will definitely see you again in the future."

This was driving them away, before they could react, they saw Friends Daoist Master wave his long sleeves, and in the blink of an eye, the four of them returned to the vicinity of where the shadow guards were.

Worthy of being Almighty!

After sighing for a while, Chu Zishi cupped his hands to several people: "Fellow Taoists, I'll take my leave first." Before he finished speaking, he didn't wait to notice the figure of Shen Huai running towards him who wanted to say hello to him after he came back, and took out the crane cloud The sword floated up and went directly towards Yukong.

Shen Huai didn't care whether Chu Zishi noticed him or not. He waved his hands and shouted into the air, "Chu Daoist! Remember to make an appointment with me!"

Chang Hongmiao said to Shen Huai: "My lord, let's go too."

He had communicated with the shadow guards a long time ago, and they escorted Shen Huai back to the palace along the way.

After Wen Qingmo's accident, Ji Wuyou, who had become less talkative, said, "Things are impermanent, and cultivation is still the most important thing. I'm going to retreat for a while, and I won't accompany you for the next mission. Just reward everyone and take it. Don't count on me."

Hongjiao felt that Ji Wuyou was really out of her mind like that, which made her a little worried, and comforted her softly: "Fellow Daoist Ji, I heard that you have such a powerful master here, so nothing will happen to you!"

"I know." Ji Wuyou smiled, as if he had finally forced himself to relax, he took out the seemingly ordinary sword, the sword light flashed, and it volleyed on the ground, the sword's head was tied with a red spike that swayed in the wind , "Fellow Daoist Chang, Fellow Daoist Red, and Fellow Daoist Qiu, we are destined to meet again."

Chang Hongmiao stopped Qiu Miao, who wanted to say something, and cupped his hands: "Since Daoist Ji has made up his mind, it's inconvenient for us to say more, see you by fate."

At this time, the sky was completely dark, Ji Wuyou was dressed in stone blue clothes, jumped on the sword, and walked away in the dark night.

Qiu Miao squeezed Chang Hongmiao hard, Chang Hongmiao hissed, and she glared: "I see Daoist Ji's appearance, would it be difficult for him to think about it alone?"

Wen Qingmo's accident this time also made Qiu Miao realize that she was only interested in Wen Qingmo for a while.In sharp contrast to her is Ji Wuyou who is in a trance. She just decided that even if she faces two people in the future, she will not have any petty emotions anymore, but Ji Daoyou said that she is leaving.She actually didn't believe that Fellow Daoist Ji would just leave Fellow Daoist Wen alone, maybe she went to the cultivation world to find other ways to help Fellow Daoist Wen.

"Ji Daoyou looks like the kind of person who has his own ideas, so we don't need to worry about it." Chang Hongmiao rubbed his arm, and said with his usual open-minded temper, "This cultivation world seems very big, but if there is a destiny, it will always We'll meet again someday."

Qiu Miao and Hong Jiao shook hands, Qiu Miao said, "I hope so."

So the three monks, together with the palace shadow guards, escorted Shen Huai away from Ningle Valley.

When leaving, Chang Hongmiao thought that what he encountered in this valley, especially the illusion that made him fall into it, would probably never be forgotten in his life.

******

The night was hazy, and when everyone else had left, the whole valley fell silent again, as if it was still a lifeless and desolate place shrouded in resentment.

Until the sword light brought by a stone blue figure lit up the ground for a moment, and came to Xuan Zhu, Xuan Zhu did not move, and took back his avatar.

Ningle Valley was originally a valley full of spiritual energy from heaven and earth. If there hadn't been that man-made disaster, the people who lived here would have lived a hundred years and lived in good health for the rest of their lives. Now, although the trap has been solved, this land vein has long been gathered. The evil spirit array is destroyed, making it difficult to gather the energy of life.

Even the tender shoots that had just grown in the place where Yan Sheng left before withered within two hours.

It was as if the wind had never left this valley. After the recirculation, some wind entered the dilapidated house, and when it burst out from the other end, there was a sound of "woo woo woo" from the empty house, as if weeping and weeping. Under the desolation and sorrow.

It will take a longer time than 12 years to restore this place to a paradise.

After the black pimple on the young man's face lay dormant for a period of time, he began to vigorously try to escape from his body.The skin of the human body is still fragile in the final analysis. When the resentment finally came out from the skin of the young man's body, the blood flow from the rupture of the skin continued, and the bones of the face seemed to be clearly visible at this time.

Xuan Zhu still stood five steps away from the young man, motionless, looking at all this, he could only look at everything.

He has already discovered that in these few short hours, the young man has cultivated the primordial spirit.

It's not accurate to say that it's cultivation. This soul seems to be hidden by a secret spell, but because of the appearance of resentment, it can no longer hide itself.When Xuan Zhu discovered this primordial spirit, which was obviously thin but vaguely had the aura of demonic cultivation, he had used his magic power to isolate the aura so that no one else could discover it.

Otherwise, Chu Zishi and others will also find the abnormality of the young man.

At this time, while suppressing the resentment in his body, the young man also seemed to unknowingly release a powerful coercion to the surrounding circle, and the ground that was touched by the black smoke like smoke turned into a piece of scorched earth.

Xuan Zhu was waiting for an opportunity.

He has already passed the age of acting impulsively. In the combined time of these two lives, he only felt impulsive once when he chose to come out after graduating from university, but it was the only time that made him feel impulsive. It's a devil, and human feelings are as thin as paper.

So even if he couldn't feel distressed at the moment, he could only wait for a moment when all the grievances were suppressed by the youth and the turmoil stopped for a moment.

I don't know how long it has passed, when a few fireflies suddenly flew into this lonely valley shrouded in darkness.

When a few firefly lights were about to enter the range that would be affected by resentment, Xuanzhu stopped them at the periphery. At the same time, he sat cross-legged on the ground and established a protective formation around the two of them. The Liuyin Lantern stood in his palm, lighting up the soft light condensed by mana.

Xuan Zhu finally closed those eyes that had been watching all the changes in the young man when he absorbed the resentment from the young man.

A ray of light condensed into a thread and connected to the purple mansion on the young man's head.

A moment later, a vast expanse of white appeared in Xuan Zhu's vision, and in this expanse of white light, a tall and tall man dressed in red seemed to be standing at the border of the entire world.

In this world of primordial spirit that appeared in the Purple Mansion of the youth, it was obviously white, quiet and peaceful, but full of loneliness.

Such a scene appeared almost instantaneously, and then disappeared instantly. Before he got close to this familiar figure, he stood on the top of Wuyou Mountain, and his apprentice was also standing on the top of the cliff surrounded by clouds and mist. Standing against the wind, with his back to him, accompanied by a mighty black lion.

Before Xuanzhu made a sound, the young man seemed to have realized his arrival, turned around, and his untied black waist-length hair flew up in an arc. After seeing him, the coldness on his face had quietly disappeared, as if he was watching him. When Xuanzhu appeared in front of him, the loneliness was buried, as if it had never existed, and when he looked at Xuanzhu, his eyes were as bright as the morning white dew, and there was a mixture of surprises: "Master!"

Before Xuan Zhu stepped forward, the young man and the black lion had already run in front of him.

Hei Ren happily rubbed against his thigh, growling to express its joy at the moment.

Xuan Zhu reached out and touched Hei Ren's hairy head, facing the young man, smiling as gently as before, and asked softly, "Waiting for a long time?"

The young man shook his head first, then nodded slowly under Xuan Zhu's gentle gaze, his eyes showed infinite nostalgia for him: "Five years is very short for a monk, but it is very long to wait for the master to leave the customs."

Xuan Zhu stretched out his hand to the young man: "Then I must compensate you and Hei Ren as a teacher."

After the young man handed his hand to Xuan Zhu, he clenched his palm with his backhand: "Compensation for what? For Hei Ren, can you make mung bean cake for him?"

Hei Ren seemed to agree with the young man's words, and happily "roared".

"Then I don't know how to do it. I'd better go down the mountain and buy it."

Xuan Zhu's answer was accompanied by Hei Ren's aggrieved roar, and then the two laughed together.

Suddenly, Xuan Zhu caressed the young man's face with the other hand, and rubbed his fingers against the bright eyes. The young man's face was a little red, but he didn't dodge, but just looked at him without blinking.

He lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of breaking the extraordinarily peaceful atmosphere at this moment: "Let's go back to the cave, it's up to you to think about what to compensate you for the teacher."

Flowers in the water, the moon in the mirror.

I hope this dream will be a little consolation for you in the years to come.

I give you a sweet dream.

Ning Qingmo.

The author has something to say: [1] From "The Analects of Confucius Shuer"

no more manuscripts...

In the future, there is no guarantee that it will be updated at eight or nine o'clock every day, and I am still a person who needs to revise the article for more than an hour after writing, so I want to cry but have no tears!Afterwards, when to finish writing and when to update, try to do it before 24 o'clock in the evening, and the little angels who can't catch up so late can watch it the next day.

The next chapter begins to sprinkle sugar!Don't talk about abuse anymore, I'm really a real mother QvQ