Apprentice, he, he, he is OOC again

The Song Mansion in the Devil Realm.

The red lotus in that pond was blooming, and the lotus leaves were layered on top of the sky, and suddenly the wind blew up, causing ripples.On the bluestone floor on the bank of the pond, squatting Mr. Song dressed in white, his four-wheeled cart broke down and was being repaired.

The damaged parts were scattered all over the place, Song Zhiyi compared the old mechanical military book and sighed.

The four-wheeled vehicle is very old, and the parts are seriously damaged. It is estimated that it needs to be replaced with a new one.

Song Zhiyi squatted on the ground in distress for a long time, and decided to try to see if he could fix those worn-out parts first.

After a while of fiddling, the file accidentally injured the fingertip, and bright red and glaring blood came out of the wound. Before there was time to react, the bright red dripped into the wooden parts and seeped into it.

He paused and was thinking about dealing with it when a subordinate came to report.

"My lord, Your Majesty is looking for you."

The present Mozun is the woman that Song Zhiyi took in in the Song Mansion back then, Mo Lingyun.

She had no intention of taking the position of the Demon Lord, but one day she suddenly agreed to the old Demon Lord to take the position of the Demon Lord, and she didn't know why.

In the main hall of the Song Mansion, a woman in black was sitting upright. She had cold eyes and no expression on her face. She was dressed in elegant and luxurious robes, and she didn't seem warm.

Song Zhiyi lost his four-wheeled cart and walked in. When he saw Mozun himself, he bent over and wanted to kneel down.

But Mo Lingyun stood up and called out to the young master.

Song Zhiyi raised his eyes to look at the woman, knelt down after all, then got up, and said, "I don't know why your lord wants to find your subordinates?"

"Young master." Mo Lingyun suddenly felt that the robe that belonged to the Demon Lord was so heavy, she lowered her head slightly, her tone was the same as before, "Young master, I heard that you want to go to the mortal world?"

When Mo Lingyun was still in the Song Mansion, Song Zhiyi once said a word to her.

At that time, the snow was all over his eyes, Mr. Song was still sitting on the four-wheeled cart, his eyes were pale when looking into the distance, and his voice was as clear as snow - he said: "I want to see the world."

After staying in the Demon Realm for too long, all he saw was sinister people, so he wanted to go to the human world.

In the main hall, Song Zhiyi looked at Mo Lingyun thoughtfully, and then said with a smile: "It's all rumors, I wish to follow my lord forever."

"Young master, I'm not testing you, so you don't have to say these high-sounding words to me."

Mo Lingyun paused, "My lord, you once said that you have stayed in the Song Mansion for so many years, and you forgot who you were waiting for, you said you wanted to leave the devil world, you said you didn't want to be trapped in this world, you said You don't want to be stuck in the past anymore."

She was rescued by Mr. Song back then, and she has been staying in the Song Mansion. In the early years, she heard the words of Song Zhiyi who was trapped by the heart demon and was almost crazy.

Song Zhiyi was stunned, and heard her say again: "Young Master Song, if you want to go to the mortal realm, I can help you. But this subordinate is in the position of Demon Lord and cannot follow. Please forgive me, Young Master."

After another two years, after taking care of everything in the Song Mansion, and personally selecting a few confidants to protect Mo Lingyun, Song Zhiyi hid his identity as a demon cultivator and left the Demon Realm.

On the day of leaving, it was summer, and the pond in the Song Mansion was full of lotus flowers again, reflecting the bright sunshine, illuminating the road in the world.

Mo Lingyun came to practice for him.

Song Zhiyi looked at the woman in front of him who had been following him for many years, and suddenly sighed, "I only saved your life back then, you don't need to..."

Mo Lingyun suddenly interrupted him, "I didn't do anything, I just opened a back door for the young master with the identity of the Demon Lord."

For the sake of peace between the two worlds, the overly powerful Moxiu is not allowed to enter and leave the mortal world at will. She just gave Song Zhiyi a permission.

Song Zhiyi had no choice but to swallow the next words in his throat, and saluted respectfully, "I'm leaving, take care, Your Majesty."

"Don't call me Your Majesty." Mo Lingyun said, "Just call me as usual."

Under the overly hot sun, someone held up an umbrella for Mo Zun, Song Zhiyi used many oblique means to seal the power of Mo Xiu, covering up the identity of Mo Xiu, his eyes were dark and bright.

"Yes, Miss Mo."

The back gradually moved away, Mo Lingyun stood between the sky and the earth for a moment, and suddenly bowed to the back to salute.

"The road is far away, young master, take care."

Young Master Song has arrived in the Mortal Realm.

With his portrait in Mortal Realm, he changed his appearance quietly, and changed his face to see the Mortal Realm he once longed for.

He happened to pass by a remote village with beautiful mountains and clear waters, and the people there were hospitable and hospitable, so he stayed there.

A huge stone stands at the gate of the village, and the word "Mianyu" is engraved with a vermilion lacquer pen.

This village is called Mianyu Village.

There are a few middle-aged men sitting at the entrance of the village. They are shirtless and have just come back from working in the fields, smiling all over their eyes.Hearing them talk about the past, Song Zhiyi was a little curious, and they didn't shy away from it.

"A goddess called Shijin came to the village back then..." The middle-aged man who spoke drank, muttered a long paragraph in the middle, and finally seemed to be confessing, "We are the ones who committed the crime."

The world of mortals and the world of demons are not black and white. If someone makes a mistake, someone will regret it. Few people stand in the standard line of benevolence all their lives, and occasionally step out of that line. Occasionally do evil.

However, Song Zhiyi still prefers to stay in the former between the orderly mortal world and the capricious devil world.

Suddenly, a young man passed by with a child in his arms, and heard him talking to the child, "Your brother and I were lucky enough to meet Master Ye when we were young. When you grow up, I will take you to Xianjianmen to study, and maybe you can meet him." he."

The child in his arms was eating candy, and the words were vague, "Master Ye is really as powerful as you say?"

"Yeah, he was still bringing his apprentice with him at that time, but it's a pity that his apprentice died young."

When Song Zhiyi heard this sentence, he was inexplicably stunned. After thinking about it carefully, he always felt that there was someone missing in his memory, such as Master Ye's apprentice.

But this nonsensical idea really has no way to get to the bottom of it. Song Zhiyi left after staying here for one night, probably because he had longed for this place since he was a child, so he didn't want to take too many steps, and wanted to see more of the scenery here.

The sky is as blue as a wash, dotted with a few unknown wild flowers under the greenery of the mountains, and walk out of the mountains to the bustling streets.

That face that was still breezy and bright even after the change of appearance attracted a lot of sideways glances, and the girls turned their heads to look at this man cautiously, but they didn't dare to come forward and say more.

Song Zhiyi went to a woodworking shop and smelled the clear woody fragrance. He found an old carpenter sitting on a rocking chair fanning a cattail fan, and asked, "Hello, can you help me repair this four-wheeled vehicle?"

The four-wheeled vehicle was seriously damaged, and he couldn't find a way to fix it after searching for two years. The old carpenter opened his eyes and saw the piles of parts and wood in an instant. Without saying anything, he jumped down to pick them up. He picked up a piece of wood, put it in his hand and looked at it, his face twitched.

"Young man, it can't be repaired anymore. You see, it's severely worn and the wood is loose. Even if you repair it now, it will still be broken in two days."

The old carpenter was old, with fine lines on his face, and his voice was full of the vicissitudes of time. He waved his cattail fan and asked the apprentice carpenters beside him to bring him a brand new four-wheeled cart.

"If you want to change, look at this, yours is old..."

Song Zhiyi put away the pile of scattered parts, didn't want the brand new four-wheeler, thanked the old carpenter and left.

All the way to the night, a stage was set up on the side of the street, and the actors on it had their sleeves twitching, throwing down their pearls and hairpins, and babbled and sang songs.

"The long years make people grow old. I saw the fate of the past in my dream, and I just wanted to abandon it. I abandoned it, but I couldn't let go of the bitterness in my heart—"

Someone played, someone sang tunes, and the voices of actors sang the tunes of unknown operas. The bright oil paint on their faces became more and more hazy under the dim light of the street, making it difficult to see the authenticity.

It is like reflecting the sparks in the sky, so bright, and in the dark, so flickering.

The actor's waist stretched, and the words she sang made the spectators cry a few drops. At the end, she flapped her sleeves and bowed in a salute. She still sang the words in the opera.

"I would like to advise you, just let the past go with the wind and laugh at the fate of the world."

Song Zhiyi watched the song under the stage before turning around and leaving. Since then, the pile of worn and worn-out parts has always been stored in his storage bag and has never been taken out again.

The player came off, replaced another person, and sang another tune.

In an attic not far away, Feng Yunhe stared at the color in the crowd, got up and left.

Meihu said leisurely: "Why do you pay people to sing such a great truth?"

Feng Yunhe glanced at the incomprehensible host, and said with the principle of answering the host's questions: "He shouldn't be enchanted by this anymore."

"Eat salty radish and don't worry about it." Meihu said, "Song Zhiyi is no longer a general of the Demon Realm, what's the point of me pretending to be it, why don't we open a brothel in the Mortal Realm?"

"……roll."

"Tsk, it's boring, then I'll drive it myself."

Song Zhiyi has experienced a lot of goodwill in the mortal world that cannot be preserved in the demon world. Of course, there are two sides to the story. There are also people with sinister hearts in the mortal world. He passed by a little-known ravine and was robbed by those vicious bandits.

He was dressed luxuriously, but he walked alone. He looked like a down-and-out noble son, and in the eyes of all the bandits, he was a fat sheep that could be slaughtered.

Song Zhiyi sealed all of his cultivation as a demon cultivator. He is equivalent to a mortal with only some fisting skills. He can fight those bandits with scimitars, but there is really no need to waste this skill.

Several bandits approached him, the leader spoke with some accent, but probably meant to ask him to hand over the money.

Song Zhiyi had never been robbed before, thinking that those who handed over the money would let him go, so he untied the money pouch from his waist and handed it to the bandit leader.

The bandits had never seen this noble young man who untied the money bag and gave it away without even resisting. After looking at each other in blank dismay, they decided in their hearts that this person must have reported to some sects when he went out, so he could not be kept alive. .

When the scimitar was on the neck, Song Zhiyi frowned, and dodged to the side a little bit, his figure was as fast as a shadow, he hit him with a reverse elbow, and then raised his leg to sweep across, kicking him to the ground.

When the people around saw that this person was about to resist, they quickly swung their knives up, and when they were about to start fighting, a loud noise exploded in their ears, and billows of dust and fine stones rolled down from a high place. Song Zhiyi was about to dodge, so he Protected by a spiritual force.

On the other hand, the bandits were bound together by a long whip, howling with their mouths open.

"who is it!!!"

No one answered.

I saw two people descending from a high place, their robes fluttering, the man in black with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, with a faint smile on his mouth, was looking down at the person in his arms slightly. The person in the middle is wearing a snow-white robe and a veiled bamboo hat, and he is supporting it with his hands, so he cannot see the face of the person inside.

A light crimson barrier rose around the two of them, blocking the wind and sand outside.

A bandit who had no eyesight shouted on the spot, "Mrs. Ye!"

Suddenly, a man in green clothes popped out from nowhere beside him, he was handsome and demeanor, but his actions were reckless and rude.He stuffed a ball of rags into the mouth of the man, kicked him over, stepped on a boulder next to him and bent down to look at him.

"Brother, do you want to die?"

When the dust cleared, Song Zhiyi looked at the man in the black robe of black gold, and always felt a little familiar, but he didn't know where the familiarity was, so he could only think to himself.

The man in white in his arms suddenly spoke, with a voice like a clear spring, "Put me down."

"No." The man in black hugged him in his arms and did not let go, his voice was slightly lowered, seeming angry, but more like grievance: "Master acted on his own without consulting with me, and even became someone else's wife! "

"This is Lu Xiao's plan."

When Song Zhiyi heard this name, he caught his own pulse inadvertently, and he was relieved only after making sure that all the cultivation bases without his magic cultivation had been sealed.

Lu Xiao interrogated those bandits, found out what he wanted to check, and began to blame him.

"Although it was my plan, Brother Ye executed it perfectly."

Ye Wuchen was silent for a moment, decided to ignore Mo Yun, and went directly to see the young man in white over there. He struggled to jump down, walked up to Song Zhiyi, and opened the spiritual power shield around him, "It's okay...are you?"

There was a sudden pause when he was speaking, Ye Wuchen looked back at Lu Xiao, suddenly lifted the veiled bamboo hat, found a piece of black iron in Xanadu and handed it to Song Zhiyi.

"When Mr. Song comes to the mortal world, remember to bring this piece of black iron. I know you will not do evil in the mortal world, but it is good to use this thing to suppress the demonic nature in your body."

Ye Wuchen closed his eyes and continued: "Bandits are rampant in these remote places. Since Mr. Song has sealed all his power, it is better not to come to these dangerous places."

Song Zhiyi was slightly stunned, looking at the astonished face under the veiled bamboo hat, pondered for a moment, then subconsciously reached out to touch his face, wanting to see if the disguise spell had failed.

But it didn't fail.

What he doesn't know is that Ye Wuchen is the founding god, and everything in the world has countless disguises under his nose, and there is no way to hide.

For it is by his power that the world is made new.

Mo Yun snorted and took his master away, Song Zhiyi looked at their backs, finally accepted the piece of black iron, turned and left.

The world is boundless, he has traveled to various places in the mortal world alone, but he always walks alone, occasionally laughing at himself, he uses himself to describe loneliness.

Fortunately, he was able to blend in the prosperity of the world, and then leave without hesitation.

He likes everything in the mortal world, but after many years, he returned to the demon world.

There is the Song Mansion and his former home.

He wants to go to the human world to have a look, and after seeing it, he can go home.

Moxiu has a very long lifespan, and if there is no accident on the next road, he should walk alone.

If he dies one day, no one will remember it.

"Young master is back?" Mo Lingyun once practiced for him, and then went out to greet him in person, as if the relationship between the young master and his subordinates, she didn't care about the position of the demon king.

Song Zhiyi didn't expect Mozun to come out to greet him in person, and knelt down on one knee to salute, saying: "I have resigned from the position of general, Your Majesty does not need to treat me with the etiquette of a general."

"But you are still Mr. Song." The elegant black robe on Mo Lingyun made her a little cold, "You are the savior of the current Demon Lord."

When he left, the summer flowers bloomed, and when he came, everything knew the meaning of spring.

Under the bright sun, the white clothes are like snow, which melts the coldness of early spring.

Song Zhiyi shook his head, but changed his address, "Miss Mo really doesn't need to worry about the past, for me, it's just a matter of lifting my finger."

"But for me it's a lifesaver."

Maybe there will be a new story, and there may be new misfortunes, but those are the trajectory of the future, Song Zhiyi is slowly moving forward, and the past full of thorns will be left behind by him.

Mr. Song will still be a rare trace of purity in the devil world.

Everything is for later.

Everything is unfinished.