Please care for Lonely and Widows Sanxian [Traveling]

For him, the [-]-year painful experience seemed to have no end, and after the end, it was only the second time he did this.

Although every time, it made him experience what it meant to be more painful than the last time.

During that long and difficult period, while he, who didn't know his name, absorbed the grievances, his body and mind were in extreme pain and tortured. He unleashes unbridled resentment.

Since he decided to do so and borrowed the emotion of his body, it seemed that he could no longer feel anything other than hatred, despair and malice.

However, I don't know when, there began to be light in his despair.

It was a dream.

A sweet dream that belongs to Wen Qingmo.

In the dream, Wen Qingmo was still on Wuyou Mountain, and in the dream, Wen Qingmo and Hei Ren stood on the top of Wuyou Mountain, waiting for five long years, thinking about Master day by day, and finally, on that day , a familiar breath appeared behind him, and he waited until the master came out.

After turning around, Wen Qingmo's master stood not far away, looking at him from a distance, the smile on his face seemed to open up a road in his soul, a road that only the master could walk.

And in another vast white world, he saw the young man in red again.

The man stood in the distance, facing him, and then stepped towards him, within a few steps, he came in front of him.

The face that had been blurred before, this time, became extremely clear. When that familiar face came into his eyes, accompanied by various images that flowed through his mind, they were all strange but familiar memories, and they belonged to him. Some belonged to the red-clothed man's youth, some belonged to his youth, and some belonged to his time in the demon world.

painful, painful, painful...

In addition to the pain, it is still pain. Perhaps in the long millennium, he had a short period of joy, but that was just the joy he felt when traveling the world alone while traveling around the entire cultivation world.

More is still the pain of being questioned and even distrusted because of his identity.

However, it is not that there are no people who are worthy of trust and trust in him, there are still two people.

One is Youqinlian who once had a double-sided relationship but helped him twice, and in the end he repaid the kindness.

One was a young monk who had dealt with an incident together. When everyone else was afraid of him because of his identity but hated him inwardly, only the young monk gave him trust. There was no negative emotion mixed in it, just simple trust.

That was the only person who left a deep impression on him in the realm of comprehension before he finally crossed the catastrophe and went to the devil realm.

Thousands of years have passed, and I never thought that there would be a chance meeting later.

It's just... Some people have already changed in the dark.

And back then, when he entered the Demon Realm, the only one who could soften his heart was the little idiot—the black lion who pulled the thunder.

Today, Zhuilei has changed his name to Hei Ren, has a new owner, and is doing well.

The memories belonging to the young man in red and some sighs flowed into his thoughts continuously.

In a trance, he finally understood why there was a thousand years of travel, and after meeting countless people, he only fell in love with one person.

He felt that he was about to become this person, but if he became this person—

Does that make it impossible to hold on to Xuan Zhu's love?

The beauty in the dream and the ever-emerging and complete memories seemed to split him into two people. On the one hand, he had never had the elusive happiness, and on the other hand, he was lonely and desolate for thousands of years and no one understood him.

The young man in red seemed to know what he was thinking, and suddenly asked, "Why do you think so?"

Without any hesitation, he asked immediately, "Will you fall in love with someone?"

The man in red didn't answer his question, but asked instead: "If I give you two ways to go," he said in a deep voice, which sounded a bit cold to his ears, "one belongs to the road of cultivating demons that I have been walking on. Road, a road of cultivation that belongs to you now, how would you choose?"

He faced the man in red, seemingly indifferently: "Is there a difference?"

The young man in red said lightly: "You know the difference."

Yes, he knew it, and the other party knew it too.

After a moment of silence, he said in a mocking tone: "There is no need to answer this question. Isn't it your path that I will go from now on?" He finished speaking in a tone that was not a question but a statement. As if seeing through the deep eyes of his heart, those gradually perfected memories filled his mind, which did not conflict with the memories he had when he was Wen Qingmo. He seemed to have started to coexist with him, so he How can you talk to the other party in this tone.

Without waiting for the other party's answer, he immediately laughed at himself: "No, it's not your way. This is my own choice."

"Yes, this is the only way I can go." His thoughts seemed to flow into the heart of the young man in red, and the man's robe moved without wind, and the figure began to gradually dissipate, turning into Pieces of light feathers generally merged into his body. "Ning Qingmo, when you are no longer Wen Qingmo, will you and Xuanzhu eventually become strangers? Neither you nor I know the answer to this question, or, you and I actually know the result, but we just don't want to go. Just thinking about it. But from now on—

"I am you, and you are me."

My pain will be yours.

Those joys of yours will be mine.

From now on, whoever you are happy with, I am also happy with whoever you are.

What happened in the past, what I think in my heart, you also know what it looks like.

Without me, there would be no you, and without you, I would have nothing.

You and I are alone.

When a hundred years later, he opened his eyes and saw the person who made his heart flutter, he was a little flustered, but if it was this person, could he have expectations, expecting that the other person would only have discipleship towards him? , and won't hate him just because he became Ning Qingmo.

He couldn't help but began to probe again.

Everything became clear after saying "I thought you didn't like me" and a kiss.

Everything turned out to be not just his wishful thinking.

The kiss ends.

The night wind blows slowly, and the moon, which was originally bright like a disc, hides in the clouds at some point. After the moonlight gradually disappears, it does not prevent the two people who are on the ground with the corners of their clothes slightly raised to see clearly any expressions on both sides.

The young man in red and white put his forehead against the forehead of the other person, and answered the other person's initial question when he saw him wake up: "I like the name Qingmo. The path I have been walking is very suitable for the word Mo .”

In fact, whether it is Wen Qingmo or Ning Qingmo, names are no longer important to him.

The important thing is that he is himself from beginning to end, his soul is always himself.

However, if there is one person to choose among them, then he will be called Wen Qingmo from now on.

It's not because he wants to live for the body that was taken away by him, nor is it because he's used to it, it's just because he has returned to the path of demonic cultivation from now on, so as to alert himself and at the same time tell himself that he There is someone by my side.

Xuan Zhu seemed to be stunned by his words, and after regaining consciousness, he rubbed his fingers under his eyes: "Actually, the reason why I asked you like that just now was not because I didn't know who you were, but because I was afraid that if you remembered everything, you would change your mind." Return to the cruel and ruthless Demon Lord."

Wen Qingmo's eyes widened slightly, as if he was surprised by Xuan Zhu's words: "I know that Master saw some memories from my residual demon energy before, and knew who I am... But why did you know that you became a demon?" Jun's Ning Qingmo?" Before Xuan Zhu could answer, he thought of something, opened his mouth and asked himself, and answered, "It's a gangster... When I was treating Lei, I saw a memory about me in his Yao Yuan. ?”

Xuan Zhu said: "I saw that you sent it out of Ning Le Valley, but I don't know what happened after that." After a pause, he continued, "You took away the body of Xuan Ying's child after death, you know The leader of a sect has just risen in the realm of comprehension..."

Xuan Zhu briefly told Wen Qingmo what he had learned from Tantai Yan about "Tu Dao Palace and Ning Qingmo", and explained some of the rumors he had heard about Ning Qingmo's appearance. Having seen that Ning Qingmo with his own eyes, Xuan Zhu felt that the appearance of that person was the same as the Ning Qingmo he had seen before.

Wen Qingmo frowned slightly after listening to his narration, as if he was thinking about something.

Xuan Zhu compared Wen Qingmo's small expression after waking up with the past, and also compared with the expression of Ning Qing Moshi he had seen before, and found that although he was a little more introverted after recovering the memory of the demon king, but when facing himself There are still emotional changes that should be made.

Wen Qingmo pondered: "My physical body, if I didn't have a strong soul, would have disappeared in this world long ago after leaving my soul."

"Seize the house?"

If this is the case, then in Ningle Valley...

Could it be those two demon cultivators?

"Those two demon cultivators were present at the time. One was Tan Yangyu, the leader of the powerful general in front of Yin Xue alone, and the other was Xiu Neng, who belonged to another demon cultivator unit. The gods are forbidden... The laws of the human world have restricted me, and the primordial spirit in the physical body is too weak, which caused some problems when dealing with them. In the end, Tan Yangyu survived, it should be he who put my The physical body was preserved, and then Yin Xuedu used some method to keep him alive. This Ning Qingmo should have something to do with Yin Xuedu."

"That Yinxuedu, is he interested in you?" Xuan Zhu also knew that his focus was a bit skewed at this time, but he couldn't help asking.

Wen Qingmo sneered, it was Ning Qingmo's expression: "I don't think so."

"That's what I made out of thin air."

While speaking, Xuan Zhu raised his right hand and moved it to Wen Qingmo's ear, his thumb and forefinger slowly rubbed the soft and full earlobe on his fingertips, and slowly felt that the other's ear was getting hotter.

"...Master?" Wen Qingmo seemed to see that Xuan Zhu did it on purpose, but he obediently let Xuan Zhu knead him.

Xuan Zhu said slowly: "I want to know more about you, what happened in the Demon Realm, why Yin Xuedu did that, and why he took over. I want to know all kinds of things about you."

Wen Qingmo held Xuan Zhu's hand, and the eyes that had been facing Xuan Zhu all this time, after receiving Xuan Zhu's answer, regained their clarity. He blinked and asked, "So you want to know?"

Xuan Zhu bent his index finger and tapped Wen Qingmo's forehead lightly, just like he used to treat his disciples: "Think about it, don't try to hide it."

Wen Qingmo closed his eyes because of his actions, and then smiled calmly: "Since Master wants to know, then I will definitely not hide anything. Master can enter my soul later and read those memories."

This is also Wen Qingmo expressing to Xuanzhu in a disguised form that even if he restores Ning Qingmo's memory, his trust and honesty in Xuanzhu will not change at all.

It would be a lie to say that he was not moved, Xuan Zhu was about to say something that he was moved by, Wen Qingmo seemed to have noticed the change in his expression, he stretched out a hand and put it on the back of Xuan Zhu's head. Wen Qing silently asked with an expectant look: "Master, so, can I practice now as a reward?"

... return?

Oh, so you know.

But this kid's posture is really self-taught, ah, no, now Qing Mo is older than him, it's a bit weird to call him a kid.

Hearing the title of master from his mouth was also a little strange, but it was a little more subtle and lingering than before.

Various thoughts were spinning, Xuan Zhu looked calm and composed, and asked back: "Understood?"

Wen Qingmo nodded, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up: "Master, thank you."

Xuan Zhu was dissatisfied: "You know, why did you test me just now?"

Wen Qingmo was uneasy: "I'm afraid Master will have a grudge."

Well, this kind of Wen Qingmo's pitiful appearance works best for him.

Xuan Zhu jokingly asked: "Aren't you afraid of being picked up by the quilt and Tantai?"

"I have nothing to be afraid of." Wen Qingmo looked at Xuan Zhu innocently, "Master, are you afraid?"

The night was as cool as water, and they were surrounded by flowers and plants, surrounded by the melodious chirping of cicadas.

Xuan Zhu laughed, and silently imitated Wen Qingmo's posture just now, bringing the heads of both sides close together again, and when the lips were about to touch each other again, he whispered softly: "What are you afraid of? Did you miss me?" After saying that, he kissed her again.

This time, Wen Qingmo took the initiative to be the attacker based on his experience in the fantasy dream, but it was obviously a bad move, and finally lost to the more experienced person Xuan Zhu.

After the two parties separated, Xuan Zhu casually wiped away the saliva from the corner of Wen Qingmo's mouth.

Wen Qingmo was panting, holding his breath and staring at Xuanzhu, and after the blush on his face faded, he suddenly asked, "Why is Master so proficient?"

Xuan Zhu was dumbfounded, could this be the legendary gift proposition?

How should he answer, tell Wen Qingmo everything?

His story, to put it bluntly, was that he was forced to cross over to his original body, but according to the definition of this world, he was just a person who took away his shell.

Just as Xuanzhu's mood was turning a thousand times, in fact, it only took a moment, and Wen Qingmo changed the subject immediately after him, and said something that made him unable to calm down, and he was stunned.

"Xuanzhu, do you have a booklet that records many customs and customs in the cultivation world and various ancient caves? Its name is "Sen Luo Qiben"."

Wen Qingmo called him Xuan Zhu, and his tone carried a bit of the air of a senior person. He heard it as if it was in the long-term memory of the original body. Memories spring to mind.

"Xuan Zhu, I have been wandering in this realm of cultivation for several years. I have seen countless monks of various colors, visited countless Da Neng caves, and collected countless treasures of heaven and earth, but you are the only one who makes me think it is worth paying. It's a pity...you It is also a predestined relationship for me to meet this way. I will give this book to you, and I believe it will be of great benefit to your future practice."

""Sen Luo Qiben"?...Senior, are you leaving?"

"I don't want to stand here to be annoying."

When Yuanchen was a teenager, he met a demon cultivator who helped Yuanchen's three brothers and sisters do something.

Back then, that demon was dressed in black, and his apparently ordinary face, because of its powerful cultivation, would shudder when anyone looked at him, and dared not look at him again.

Back then, Xuan Zhu, Xuan Ying, and Xuan Huai all guessed that the demon cultivator must have changed his appearance, so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.Unexpectedly, this person is actually...

Xuan Zhu concealed his shock and asked, "Are you...that senior?"

Could it be that all karma is really destined in the dark?

Wen Qingmo hugged him tightly, Xuan Zhu didn't know why, and wanted to say that these things would not scare me anymore, before he could speak in the future, the sound of breathing was close to his ears, thinking that the other party was afraid that he would care about it , he patted Wen Qingmo with his hands, and was about to speak when he heard Wen Qingmo say in a deep voice: "I am him, but you are not Xuan Zhu, right?"

The author has something to say: I felt unwell yesterday, sorry for not updating. After finishing writing, I found that I could write a chapter about chatting. I was desperate_(°:з」∠)_

But this chapter should not be considered water, it exploded a lot of things _(:з」∠)_

By the way... I am scheduled to go on a business trip next week, because it is for training and exams, I feel that I have no chance to code words, and I collapse

In order to ensure the efficiency of codewords and manuscript storage, I decided to quit the background codeword retreat, and I don’t know if I can successfully get through this hurdle.In fact, there is no good time to swipe, but I just can’t control my hand, and I feel so happy to see one more comment. Haha, I’m just so useless. I will read and reply to the messages of the little angels when they are updated. of! 【Slip away with tears on my face

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