Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

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What have you been doing for the past 1000 years?

Ever since Fang Yanchu began to gradually recover his memory before the fire disaster, he wanted to ask this question every time he saw Ji Qianshan, but every time he saw Ji Qianshan's smile, he couldn't help but take it back.

No matter what he has been doing for the past 1000 years, as long as his apprentice is safe and sound, it is better than anything else.

But now Fang Yanchu knew.

For thousands of years, Ji Qianshan was trapped in a sea of ​​blood, and the chains transformed by the order of heaven passed through his lute bone, nailing him firmly in place.The sea of ​​blood provided him with infinite vitality, but it could only relieve him from the pain of punishment from heaven.

After the saint was condemned to death, Ji Qianshan sacrificed himself as the Lord of the Sea of ​​Blood in exchange for a thousand years, and brought Fang Yanchu back from the mortal situation, and made great efforts to seal Fang Yanchu's memory, and then sank into the blood. The sea has endured the pain of ten thousand swords piercing the heart for 1000 years.

"You have been immersed in the sea of ​​blood all your life, oppressed by boundless hostility, and endured the pain of thousands of swords piercing your heart, don't you resent it?" The chains formed by the way of heaven kept shaking and tortured him.

Ji Qianshan lowered his head, and the bright red blood flowed down the chain and merged into the vast sea of ​​blood.The bottomless sea of ​​blood absorbed his blood and became even more bright red. The treacherous vortex swept through his wound with the emptiness of the blood sea.Trembling twice, he raised his head with difficulty, with blood still hanging on his lips, his voice was weak but firm: "Of course."

"Aren't you in pain to accept such torture in eternal life?"

Nodding slightly, Ji Qianshan said softly, "Naturally."

"Being honed in hopelessness, seeing yourself powerless in endless samsara, don't you regret it?"

"Regret?" Ji Qianshan's voice was still soft, but there was a smile on his lips, "What do you regret?"

Tiandao's voice seemed to sound from the bottom of his heart: "You are a demon, and you dare to stand beside the saint and be used by him, and let him treat you like a child and fool you in every possible way. Don't you feel humiliated?"

"Humiliation?" Ji Qianshan burst out laughing, and the chains passing through the lute bone kept colliding with each other as his body vibrated and made a low sound, "I am very happy, someone loves me and cares about me, regardless of my demon body, teach me a I am very happy to be born with a demon body and learn Taoism."

Tiandao watched coldly, watching Ji Qianshan laugh loudly, but a tear overflowed from the corner of his eye.As soon as the teardrop left the corner of the eye, it was swallowed by the sea of ​​blood, floating up and down in the endless and dirty sea of ​​blood, and finally merged with the red color of the sea of ​​blood.It smiled mockingly: "Then why are you crying again?"

"I," Ji Qianshan spat out a mouthful of blood, "I'm just sorry..."

"What are you sorry about?"

"I'm sorry..." He raised his head and looked up.He has seen the endless height of the sea of ​​blood before, and there is an end above the surface of the sea of ​​blood. Above the surface of the sea of ​​blood is a vast world, colorful and colorful, and it seems to be two parallel lines with the scarlet sea of ​​blood.He has also seen a person, a pair of hands, pulled him out of the sea of ​​blood, gave him a vast world, and gave him boundless warmth.

Ji Qianshan's voice gradually lowered: "I'm sorry... I didn't say goodbye to Master..."

"You will be suppressed under the sea of ​​blood for eternity," Tiandao's voice was bewitching, lingering in his ears along with the current of the sea of ​​blood, "you will never see him again, why say goodbye? It's not as good as me Help me to end your eternal life, lest you suffer from eternal suffering.”

"Heh," Ji Qianshan's body shackled by the chains trembled suddenly, and then there was a convulsion. However, under this pain, he did not bow his head, but firmly grasped the chains on his lute bone, firmly Shaking his head, "No! I don't!"

He tightly grasped the chain on his chest and pulled it out inch by inch. His clothes were soaked in blood, but his eyes were like lights in the dark night, shining brightly.

Eternal pain, eternal hatred.

But this is also very good, in the endless years, he will always have hope and wait, waiting for the hands that pulled him into the sea of ​​blood, once again, once again, to save him from the hopeless cycle of reincarnation.

After 1000 years, Ji Qianshan struggled to get rid of the shackles of heaven, and crawled out from the bottom of the sea of ​​blood covered in blood.But in only 1000 years, the world has changed.Those tall buildings block out the sky, and cars with metal shells on the ground run around all over the place. It is much more lively than the world thousands or even tens of thousands of years ago.

Fang Yanchu has been following Ji Qianshan in the form of a spirit body. At this moment, both he and Ji Qianshan can't help feeling a little worry: "Will the sage Fang Yanchu still recognize this ragged apprentice?"

"Master! Master!" Under Zhou Jidao's repeated refusal, the young man kneeling on the stone steps of Lingyun Palace lowered his head slightly as if he didn't hear anything, and the blood on his forehead dripped into the depression of the stone steps It pooled into a small puddle of blood, reflecting his face, and he knelt on the ground stubbornly, refusing to leave: "Rebel Ji Qianshan begs to see Mr. Longyou."

Fang Yanchu watched quietly from the side. He knew that he would have no results. The person who knew him best was himself. Fang Yanchu had always been hard-hearted, let alone Fang Yanchu who had his memory sealed. He was ruthless to himself. You should be more ruthless to others, let alone recognize this apprentice when you treat a child you have never met, even seeing him once is hard to get to the top of the sky.

What's more, at this time, I...

"He will kneel and die here." Fang Yanchu thought, "until the end of time."

Fang Yanchu thought of the day when Ji Qianshan came to Lingyun Temple. He had just woken up from the millennium retreat for less than 30 years. For the first time, he felt the weight of the world on him, and it was difficult to even take a breath.His ears were full of murmurs from heaven and earth, and the cries of countless people from all directions gathered at him. He never slept peacefully, and felt unable to wake up every day.

All living beings in the three realms sent people to visit after hearing the news of his exit. Some called visits as a test, especially those from the Taoist organization sent a special envoy to the Lingyun Palace to write reports on their movements every day. Report to Daomen senior management.If he hadn't known that the leader of the Taoist organization just didn't want him, a sage of heaven, to do anything harmful to the world for no reason, Fang Yanchu would have kicked him out a long time ago.

It can be said that since he left the customs, Fang Yanchu has been very troubled by the disturbances from the world. Under normal circumstances, it is absolutely impossible to go out of the mountain gate to meet a child who is an apprentice.

"If Kong Qu hadn't been there that day," Fang Yanchu thought, "it would be absolutely impossible for me to go out."

"Master, Master!"

When Fang Yanchu heard Ji Qianshan's voice again, he thought he was still in a dream, so he subconsciously took Ji Qianshan's hand, held his two fingers, and murmured with his eyes closed: " Qianshan...does it hurt?"

"...Master?" After being silent for a while, Ji Qianshan leaned over and looked at his closed eyes and asked tentatively, "Master, are you having a nightmare?"

Suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the familiar roof, covered with a soft and fluffy quilt, silk pajamas were soft and fit, and the water handed to his mouth was warm enough, Fang Yanchu realized that he had escaped from that long dream : "Ahem, Qianshan?"

"It's me," Ji Qianshan held a cup to Fang Yanchu's mouth, "Is Master thirsty? Come, drink some water."

Moistening his thirsty throat, Fang Yanchu pushed Ji Qianshan's hand away, looked at his face that was close at hand from less than a cup of tea, raised his hand and rubbed it with his arm: "Qianshan, I I have something to ask you."

Ji Qianshan glanced guiltyly at the censer beside the bed, the incense in the censer had been burned out, leaving only a wisp of green smoke curling up straight up, making the final end of this dream memory.Although he really wanted Fang Yanchu to go through everything he had experienced, like a bullied child pulling his parents and crying about his grievances, Ji Qianshan still couldn't bear to put the memory in his memory. The deepest pain is shown to him.

Those pains have become the past, and the sea of ​​blood is the place to house all the past pains in this world.Ji Qianshan had already decided to swallow the pain and forget about it.

He didn't dare to read everything for Fang Yanchu, in fact, seeing Fang Yanchu frowning in his dream made him feel distressed to death, and he wanted to interrupt Yimeng several times but was stopped by the inner demon.

"Didn't you say you want to show him?" Xin Mo said, "Then let him watch. Over 1000 reincarnations, every time he was punished by God after collecting all the four holy objects, don't you want to know why? If he can What secrets about the four sacred objects have been found in the memory?"

Ji Qianshan gently lowered his fingers, looked at Fang Yanchu's frowning brows, stretched out his thumbs to stretch out his brows, and said softly, "There must be something wrong with the Four Sacred Objects..."

Ji Qianshan recalled the first time he saw Fang Yanchu die under the sky thunder, among the countless onlookers present, only the people from Lingyun Palace did not come.Later, he went to find the people in the Lingyun Temple, and there was no doubt that they were all safe and sound, but they were trapped in it by the saint's enchantment, and watched helplessly as the saint was condemned by heaven and couldn't get out.

At that time, Zhou Jidao was already capable of acting on his own. For the first time, he didn't care about the other people who settled in the Lingyun Palace. He grabbed Ji Qianshan's hand and asked him: "Where is the little uncle? Trapped us here, where is the little uncle?"

Therefore, Ji Qianshan concluded that there must be something wrong with the four holy relics collected at the end, which made Fang Yanchu realize that the crisis was approaching, and left after setting up the saint barrier, without even a last word.

Fang Yanchu sat on the bed, staring into Ji Qianshan's eyes: "Qianshan, I have something to ask you as a teacher."

"You ask."

"Let me ask you, what were you thinking about during those 1000 years in the sea of ​​blood?"

Fang Yanchu's eyes were sharp and dangerous, looking straight into Ji Qianshan's eyes.Ji Qianshan was a little flustered by him, and didn't know how to deal with it. After repeating his question blankly, he finally raised his head: "I'm... missing you."

"Apart from thinking about me?"

"Nothing."

no more.

Under the blood-red sea of ​​black blood, there is nothing to spend the long night except thinking about you.