Master respects him by serving the devil

The world is still good, and the sun rises as usual.

This catastrophe didn't have any impact on ordinary people. At most, there was a sudden flood. The water was not big or small, and it only washed away some cowshed and vegetable gardens. Turning around the next day, he cheerfully carried his hoe and carried The villagers who repaired the bricks quickly returned to life.

When the farmer is thirsty and tired, he sits under the tree, pulls open the water bag, and drinks.

The boy on the opposite side smiled and said, "Which stream did you get your water from? Are you afraid that it will be mixed with distilled water?"

"Hey." The strong man smacked the taste and took a few more sips, "Why am I afraid of this? Didn't it mean that soaking water will only weaken the cultivation base? I'm not a fairy who cultivates immortals, so I drink it as soon as I drink it. Now, this is water from the sky, and rainwater is also water from the sky, so what’s the difference?”

"That's right. Immortal cultivators are also human beings, and they have to drink water. God told him to drink, so he has to drink, otherwise he will die of thirst."

"It doesn't feel good to be a human being, and you can't do a good job as a human being. What kind of god are you?"

After a catastrophe, mortals are more open than cultivators.

Although the Weishui didn't submerge Kyushu, it melted into the lakes and mountains of Kyushu. Unless he didn't drink or eat, the spiritual energy in his body would be melted little by little, and he would eventually become like a mortal.

The monks who have connected to the spiritual veins can open the valley, but they can still maintain their cultivation base, but those disciples who have just entered the immortal sect and cannot open the valley have to eat and drink, so naturally they will have no chance to connect the spiritual veins.

After a hundred years, the road to immortality will be completely broken.

In this regard, some people can see it, and some people can't see it, but no matter what, it is a good thing for mortals. All the demons in Kyushu will be removed, and there will be no ghosts to disturb the people, and the common people will live and work in peace and contentment. pity.

For the power of faith, the gods let the demons wreak havoc in the world, and then buy people's hearts with a little favor.

Whether it is sin or evil, whether it is redemption or destruction, it is hard to say...

With a sound of Xingmu, the story is told.

In the restaurants and teahouses in Qilin Town, the storyteller still tirelessly told old legends, and the people sitting there also listened tirelessly to stories that were either true or false, but it was not the same as in the past, and many people's green shirts were wet with tears.

Shi Yu Nie still ordered a catty of sliced ​​beef, accompanied by a jug of iced peach blossom wine, and sat at the window of the tea shop.

This time, there is no need to hide and shy away from Eldest Senior Brother, because he is sitting next to him and has become his second minister, protecting him, accompanying him, helping him, and calling him the Mountain Lord.

The story of the storyteller may still be fabricated. The young man who was angry and red-faced in the past has passed away, and the calm young man now just swallows his wine in silence.

The storyteller sipped his tea, unfolded his folding fan with a clatter, and continued: "...Chensi Immortal Venerable and the Kunlun Demon Lord worked together to resist the flood, and buried in the water for the rest of their lives... So far, the world is safe."

The storyteller's stories became shorter and shorter, less ridiculed, and naturally lost part of the audience, and there was sparse applause from the audience.

Shi Yu Nie was slightly drunk, leaning against the window lattice, watching the passers-by in the street downstairs.

The sky is getting dark and there is no moon, but the stars are very bright. The lanterns on the street are made into the shape of the Kunlun moon, decorating the long street with excitement, shouting hawkers, and cooking stalls with endless fireworks.

The world is full of fireworks, no longer relying on the gods, a newly extended profession - Yanshi, and the invention of paper kites that can carry people in the sky, puppets that can sing and dance, and can be controlled without cultivating immortals.

This world seems to need less and less gods, no need to cultivate immortals to save the world.

"It's snowing, it's snowing!"

The first snowflakes fell on the eyebrows of a little girl in brocade clothes. She jumped up excitedly and called her brother to see the snow. Her brother handed her a round and bright red candied haws, tightened the fox fur for her, and pulled her back. Home.

On snowy nights in winter, thin snow gradually piled up on the bluestone road, and as the snow grew heavier, some vendors began to close their stalls.

The bustling streets are gone, and the long street is sparsely populated. The little beggar huddled in the corner is wearing straw sandals, trying to tear off the thin rags, but he still can't help shivering. He watched the last cart next to him being pushed away by the peddler. There were bright red candied haws planted in the haystacks on the cart, which were attractive in color.

The beggar swallowed, and silently looked down at his red toes on the freezing ground, but the moment he raised his head, a smear of red rushed into his eyes.

"You have a good eye, and this is the best food in the world."

He raised his head in a daze, and saw a handsome man in a black robe. He reached out and handed him a candied haws, and then said to him, "Did you see the tea shop at the opposite corner? Go to the second floor and find a man named Shan Zhu." Let him take you back to Zhuoguang."

The man's voice was cold, as if he was exhausted to the extreme, he was too lazy to say another word, and left before the little beggar could ask a question. The little beggar only had time to see that the man carried a bright red candied haws in his arms that was exactly the same as his.

The little beggar stumbled and found the man named "Shan Zhu" in the tea shop.

Looking at the child who was staring down at his toes, Shi Yu Nie was slightly drunk, his face turned blue and white with anger, his brows were raised in anger, and he slapped the corner of the table hard, as if he was about to beat someone up.

Du Heng stopped him, "You can't catch up with him, don't go."

Shi Yu Nie gritted her teeth, "He is too much! Just look at how many people he has stuffed into my Zhuoguang in the past two years? He picks up orphans, he picks up beggars, and if he picks them up, he doesn't raise them himself. Let me give them to me." He brought a baby?! What do you mean? I, Zhuoguang, have become a shelter, and am I still the head of the Eight Great Immortals?"

Du Heng didn't say a word, he knew that Shi Yu Nie was just complaining, although that person pushed those children to him, but Shi Yu Nie took care of them more than anyone else.

After someone brought the child back to Zhuoguang, Shi Yu Nie gradually became sober from the alcohol, he stared at the long street that was already late at night and deserted, and lost his mind.

"You said, he...will they return to Zhuoguang?"

"..." Du Heng didn't speak.

That person may come back tomorrow.

It was getting dark, and in a remote inn in the town, a black-robed man pushed open the door and took out a quill from his spiritual veins. Suddenly, a vision appeared, and a sleeping beauty was transformed from the quill in an instant.

Dressed in white, with long hair splashed with ink, soft contours, pale skin that is almost transparent, when the eyes are closed, the fierce phoenix eyes in memory cannot be seen.

The bed in the inn is not that spacious, Su Ye's Jinjun body can only hug that snow-white and cold body sideways when he lies down, like a cold jade buried deep in the snow, but he is not afraid of the cold, and will The person who was no longer breathing hugged tightly in his arms, trying to warm the person in his arms with his own body.

Outside the window lattice, the snowy night is quiet, with occasional frost petals floating in.

The tall man curled up on the bed in an awkward posture, tightly hugging the man in his arms who was not breathing or heartbeating, his eyes were lightly closed, and he occasionally muttered a few words, his voice was broken and logical, but he tried his best to share Everything is new in this world.

"It's snowing again, isn't it like the snowy night you picked me up?"

"I saw a beggar today. He wanted to eat candied haws very much, so I bought one for him. If you saw it, would you think he looked like me? Fortunately, you didn't see it. If you feel pity for him, accept I don't follow him as an apprentice." He chuckled softly, "I pushed him to Shi Yu Nie, do you think I'm smart? You can only have me as an apprentice."

"It's enough for you to love me. I will take care of the others for you."

Knowing that the people in his arms couldn't hear or sense anything, he was still babbling on, from the bustling long street to today's anecdotes, from the discovery of new farming by the common people to the invention of the new Yanjia mechanism in Yanshi.

The person in the arms has never responded, and even the cold body has never been warmed up.

Su Ye didn't feel bored, he frowned when he talked about unhappy things, and lowered his eyebrows and smiled when he talked about interesting things.

"Is Master sleepy? Then let's go to sleep... Good dream."

It was late at night, and he lightly kissed Bai Ruoyi's cold forehead, then closed his eyes, and took a long breath.

Su Ye had a dream, and the dream was completely white.

He saw a man standing in front of him who was covered in frost and his skin was almost transparent.

Before he could ask, the man said directly, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I think I should reward you."

"who are you?"

"Me? Maybe you can call me Tiandao. By the way, the thing that existed in your consciousness before was also Tiandao, or he used to be Tiandao, but later became a fugitive. All the ignorance and disasters in the world are caused by him." From the beginning, in order to gain the belief of the common people, he did not hesitate to indulge the demons to wreak havoc on the world, and he did not hesitate to persecute the descendants of the gods, so that those foolish people had to worship ghosts and gods."

"He escaped from the human world and hid in the sea of ​​consciousness of others for thousands of years. If it weren't for your punishment from heaven, I would never know where he is."

The divinity had already been shattered in Su Ye's sea of ​​consciousness when the punishment of heaven came down, so it didn't make much sense to talk about something that didn't exist.

Su Ye raised his eyebrows and asked, "The second heavenly punishment has not been lowered, is it you who did it?"

"Yes." Tiandao nodded, "To be precise, you destroyed the faith, indirectly eliminated the aura in the world, and helped me destroy the old era and create a new era. You have merit."

"How do you know that I want to live?" Su Ye's face became more and more gloomy, his sharp and narrow eyes stared at Tiandao fiercely, and sneered, "Mind your own business."

Tiandao didn't care about him, and smiled, "What if I can make Chensi come back to life?"

The expression on his face froze instantly, and Su Ye's pupils shrank suddenly, in disbelief in a trance.

Tiandao: "The old way of heaven refers to you as a demon, you are the heart of all demons in the world, but now, this era has changed, you are a god or a demon, it is not the god who has the final say, you have proved that you are not a demon with your actions But this world needs a god, do you understand what I mean?"

Su Ye: "Do you want me to be your puppet, or a retreat? Just like my master and divinity?"

Tiandao smiled and didn't speak.

Su Ye shook her head and refused, "I just want to be with him."

Tiandao sighed softly: "What if the price is that your six senses are incomplete and you are in chaos for half your life?"

"I am willing." Su Ye suppressed the coldness on his face, as if he breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought I was going to trade my life for my life, so it would be better to let us die together, it is really hard to live alone , I don’t want him to experience it again.”

"Idiot..." Tiandao didn't say any more, he knew he couldn't persuade this man.

"Then...as you wish."

"I have another question." Su Ye asked.

Tiandao waved his hand and made a gesture of invitation.

"The gods are annihilated, there is no more heaven, four seasons reincarnate, Kyushu returns to the ruins... What does it mean?"

Tiandao thought for a while, as if he was wondering where to start. Finally, he stroked his chin and asked Su Ye, "Do you know who the person Jun Xie never saw?"

"Divinity?"

"That's right, in a battle tens of thousands of years ago, He won, and he led his subordinates to proclaim himself a god, in charge of the four seasons of reincarnation. Each era has its heyday and decline, and the era of gods will eventually end. Gods will naturally be annihilated, humans have their own destiny, gods have their own destiny, before the laws of nature, no one is nobler than anyone else, in order to avoid fate, He sneaked into the world, and you all know what happened after that.”

Tiandao's answer was just as Su Ye thought. Even the tragic fate of the descendants of the gods was controlled by the gods. Goddesses went to the world with divine power and advanced technology. Can the gods tolerate them?When human beings become stronger and stronger, so strong that they can stand shoulder to shoulder with gods, and so strong that they don't need gods at all, what are gods?

In addition to gods who hate goddesses, people are no exception. It is a god or a devil, but it is just a matter of opening and closing lips.

All the mysteries may have been solved, or there may be something hidden.

However, it didn't matter to Su Ye.

The moment he opened his eyes, he vaguely heard the vigorous and powerful heartbeat, and he leaned against his ear, pleasantly surprised and surprised, he hurriedly put his ear on Bai Ruoyi's chest, as if he was listening carefully to some beautiful music.

When Yimeng woke up, his heart had already been returned to Bai Ruoyi.

Return to original owner...

His heart was empty, and sleepiness swept over him. He felt that there seemed to be a vast ocean deep in his soul, rolling into whirlpools and waves, trying to drag him down.

He was getting more and more sleepy, he couldn't wait for Bai Ruoyi to wake up, he didn't know how long he would be asleep, how long he would be confused, he could only rely on his instinct to hug Bai Ruoyi tightly, grope, and burn a scar on his neck. A mark of guilt.

"I'm sorry... I made you wait for more than 200 years, and I still have to wait... I'm sorry..."

"Master... Bai Ruoyi... Ruoyi, I really... love you."

Then, consciousness was withdrawn, and he fell into a complete coma.

What he didn't know was that Bai Ruoyi, who had recovered his consciousness and was putting his soul together, was conscious, and he kept listening to those words.

A drop of clear tears slid down his cheeks and soaked in the face of the man whose breathing was gradually becoming even at the neck.

You ask why you don't cross over to the other side, and I want to be with you here.

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Another year of frost and snow.

In the small world inside the well of gods and demons, the demon palace is no longer there, what remains is a cluster of wooden houses and bamboo shadows in front of the houses, the warm sun in the sky is blocked, and only patches of frost and snow fall.

A man in white with long hair splashed with ink sat quietly outside the house, letting snowflakes stain his black hair and wet his long eyelashes. In front of him were clusters of round, bright red, translucent candied haws wrapped in honey.

In the past few years, men who are not good at cooking have become proficient in making this dessert.

But no one tasted it, giving an exaggeration.

Leaning on the rattan chair, he didn't feel how cold the frost and snow were, but felt lonely. It was a horrible feeling that he had never felt before thousands of years ago. Fortunately, he had been used to it for more than 200 years, and it was... barely... ...can adapt.

Gradually, I felt that my eyelids were heavy, so I fell asleep amidst the falling frost and snow.

In the dream, it was Su Ye from 200 years ago, who would cover him with a light fur coat and shout, "Master, don't catch a cold."

So, he felt warm all over.

Half-dream and half-awake, he raised his long eyelashes slightly, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality, he saw a slightly pale face of the young man in black, who was smiling at him affectionately, the corners of his lips were slightly lifted, and his cheeks burst into intoxicating pear vortex.

He looked at him, and he looked at him.

In the end, Bai Ruoyi's eyes fell on the hand of the young man Zhiqiu. He raised his numb hand to touch it, but suddenly his whole body trembled.

That hand is warm.

It was different from his countless dreams...

Bai Ruo suddenly raised his head to look at the young man in front of him, feeling a certain kind of affection, speechless, he suddenly stood up, let the fox fur fall on the frost and snow, and suddenly grabbed the young man's waist.

The tentacles are hot and exist, and the dream does not wake up.

No!Not a dream!

He raised his eyes to see those gentle obsidian-like pupils. This person, the person who made him wait for three years, more than 200 years, and tens of millions of years, finally came back.

We pressed against his chest tightly, feeling each other's warmth.

The young man's warm voice rang in his ears: "Is there no one else here, but us?"

Bai Ruo was stunned for a moment, but didn't react.

The young man laughed, and said again: "I think you are kind and like you very much. I don't know your name, but I think I should call you Shizun, Shizun...is that okay?"

Bai Ruoyi didn't know what to say for a moment, he was flustered, bitter and relieved at the same time, his arms holding Su Ye were trembling, trembling.

"You..." choked, trembling.

For some reason, seeing Bai Ruoyi like this, Su Ye actually felt uncomfortable, very uncomfortable, he hurriedly comforted him: "Don't feel uncomfortable, then why don't I stop calling you Master?"

"No!" Bai Ruoyi buried himself in front of his chest, strangled the young man's narrow waist with both arms, took a deep breath, and suppressed the bitterness, "Master is very good, so I'll call him Master."

Su Ye smiled broadly, wrapping his arms around Bai Ruoyi's back.

Looking up at the frost and snow that had been falling just now, it was calm now.

There was a ray of light in the sky, far away, it was dawn, and the snow stopped.

"Master, the snow has stopped."

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The author has something to say:

It seems that one more sentence is enough. "Master, the snow has stopped, you should wake up."

Chuxin just wanted to tell you a story. I didn’t expect it to take so long. Thank you for your company. From 3.15-10.10, the seven months are finally over!

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◤The next book will also open Master Literature◢

It is a story about a shepherd apprentice guarding the only sheep in his sheepfold, guarding against wolves every day, but being eaten up by that harmless sheep.

The self-righteous, stubborn apprentice who is full of thoughts of "my master is weak and can't take care of himself" is attacked by the beauty of the master with the ceiling of X force value

"I, Slag Gong, will never get my hands on Master"

Under normal circumstances, this is a Jinjiang master literature.

If you control it well, if you work hard, you can develop to a certain point.

If it was based on the original book, the flower market wouldn't even be able to tolerate that kind of...

·

Travel the night into this indescribable book.

Fortunately, he transmigrated as an apprentice, not a master!

Unfortunately, he turned into a scumbag, not only stuffed the master with sauce, closed the small black room, but also invited all the brothers to play together.

The ending is to be killed by the master...

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Looking at the beautiful master with the world in his heart and the beauty of the moon.

I swear at night:

I, Slag Gong, will never get my hands on Master!

Don't touch Master with a single finger!

I respect my teacher, I respect my teacher like my father!

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Feng Lan Yunjian has a wonderful apprentice who obeys his orders and serves him like a dog's leg, almost treating him like an ancestor.

But for other people, as long as they get close to him, the apprentice will kill them directly.

The apprentice put on a fierce face every day.

But he blushes whenever he sees Master.

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Until one day, Feng Lanyunjian was seriously injured and cut Ye's soul to save the teacher.

Since then, the master found that he could feel the thoughts of the disciple's soul.

"Master looks good, I like it so much!"

"No! You can't bully your master and destroy your ancestors, you must respect him and love him!"

"Already asleep? Just... just kiss?"

The master turned over and sat up, wrapped his arms around the apprentice's waist, and put his arms in his arms.

"Master, yes."

apprentice:"???"

#江夜: Thank you for the invitation, I think the title needs to be changed, slag Gong?Hehe, I don't deserve it! #

#Shizun is the attack! #

[Cultivation ceiling/but only the apprentice thinks that the beauty who needs to be cared for is master Gong X self-righteous/vigorous/apprentice who only wants to treat the master as a father every day]