[Gu Jian II] [Xie Le] Sincere love

A strange ray of light broke through the stone wall from the darkness, and the huge wooden armor was covered with ice and snow. It turned its rusted joints and half-opened its wooden wings to catch Le Wuyi. Even a bird, even if its body is broken to pieces, must support the chick on its own back.It stumbled all the way, covered in damage and wounds, and finally rushed fiercely onto the dusty ground.

Le Wuyi climbed up, hugged the big bird's damaged head with difficulty, and touched the coat of arms of Yanshi Xie Yi under its dazed pupils with his fingers.That imprint is faintly shining.

All the memories came flooding back.Memories flooded his mind.

No... Master should be sleeping in the ice and snow in the northern land, waiting for the next spring to bloom, so how could he drive a flying kite to save him in this dark and terrifying underground place where there is no light.

No...how could this be...

"Master," he said blankly, "it's impossible..." He had made up his mind to save his life and soul from the endless darkness, and the blood sacrifice was only the last step.The mirror in the cave in the extreme north is the last miracle of the earth queen Nuwa hiding in the world. As long as there is still a breath, she can nourish her vitality and return to the world.In the past, he had calculated everything and wanted to use this formation to keep the master's soul in Yanjia.In case something went wrong, he even hurt himself to try it himself.He also confirmed the chakra here with his fingers, it was clearly the same, and he could heal all injuries.How could there be a mistake...

"Master... Did I harm you..." He grabbed the cold neck of the wooden Yan bird, it was lifeless, it was just a dead thing.The green leaf gear is getting darker and darker, and finally merged into the darkness again.

Master...

The helpless young man's eyes were dim, as if the light belonging to the living had finally been extinguished.Yanjia Feiyuan... He saw it buried in the heavy snow with his own eyes, just like watching himself who buried all his reluctance and nostalgia.At that time, he knew clearly that if he could not meet again, such a farewell would be a forever farewell that even "goodbye" could not convey.

If there must be someone who is going to sacrifice the justice in his heart... I don't want Master to go.Master...it should be his...it is the soft hanging light in the sky, the tenderest love and faith in the fleeting years.

He has gone through countless winters and summers alone in a world without him, seeing the wild snow in the north and the brilliant spring flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, but he has no courage to challenge the long time again, and once again resolutely walk through loneliness and longing.

Can't ask to part with love, which one is more painful...

He really didn't want to understand, and he didn't dare to understand... Finally, he was selfish once, and would rather leave this problem to Master, but actually killed him with his own hands.

Maybe it's punishment.Punish him for wanting to hold the moon tightly in his arms.

Le Wuyi was silent in the endless darkness, leaning against the cold wooden bird.

Master...

Do what you want most.Ask for what you want most.But... After using it for many, many years, he will only become more and more aware of what he wants most...

He closed his eyes, feeling desolate in his heart.

"If what you want most is you... then what should I do? Why don't you teach me, what should I do?"

Then a light came on in the darkness.

The bright radiance crosses reincarnation and dispels the gnawing black mist.

Le Wuyi opened his eyes in a daze, looking in the direction of the light.

Standing with a lantern in his white robe, Yanshi remained silent, as if to blame him for his fragility, that his memory would be sucked away by the dense ghosts and stay here forever.

Le Wuyi looked at him, but couldn't tell whether it was real or an illusion.His heart was empty, and the only thing he could do was to stand up and walk towards the moon in his heart.

He put his right hand behind his back and raised the fingers of his left hand, but he didn't dare to touch it, for fear of disturbing this happy and bright dream.Xie Yi shook his head, as if telling him no.His eyes seemed to be able to see through the pain and pain that this young man deliberately concealed, and put every scar on his body and heart in his eyes, in the most silent and deepest depth of love.

Le Wuyi's amber pupils suddenly filled with sparkles, full of unwillingness.He slowly moved closer to Xie Yi's disembodied phantom, and through a thin halo, he gave the master a vain kiss.Soul and body, warmth and silence, time reversal, overlapped by hundreds of years, the ignorant young man is no different, facing Yanshi Xie Yi who stays between life and death, he shows his sincerity and admiration.

Cold tears slid down his cheeks, and he breathed heavily with pain to the end but still trembling calmly: "Master, Xie Yi... take me with you."

Xie Yi felt a sharp pain in his heart.There are many knives in his mind, and his heart is so cold that he almost wants to let his apprentice look at him, as if he can't afford to miss a look.But he broke the moon and came here, almost exhausted, but he condensed his soul body to comfort him, if he delays any longer, he might not be able to last long.

The master must have been angry and ignored him with a straight face.Also turned and left.Le Wuyi wanted to stop him helplessly, but could only watch his fingers pass through his body.He was distressed and anxious, so he could only chase after his master, following his steps.

Yanshi in white robes held a lamp to light the way ahead.His powerful spiritual power dispelled the dark mist, and the young man behind him called him persistently and followed him all the way.

Le Wuyi changed all the names, but the master just ignored him and walked forward on his own.He finally said: "Master, if you don't answer, you agree to marry me!"

Xie Yi paused, then looked back at him.He is a soul body, unable to talk to his apprentice in the yang world, so he can only give him a meaningful look.

Le Wuyi kept quiet and followed him forward.As long as he confirms that Master is not going to say goodbye and abandon him again, what does it matter where he goes?

Le Wuyi was taken to an altar by the master.Xie Yi looked at him quietly, with a gentle expression, as if he would speak to him in the next moment.His fingers landed on the armor box at the disciple's waist in the air.

Le Wuyi looked at him, and seemed to realize something in his heart.

He put his finger on his heart, closed his eyes to sense the spiritual power mixed in the endless darkness, and then tried his best to summon something that belonged to Yanshi Xie Yi.

He succeeded.The weird Yanjia appeared in front of him, and he opened the top cover to reveal the box.Le Wuyi kept his right hand behind his back, and opened the box with his left hand. Zhaoming's scabbard and gems lay quietly inside.Le Wuyi took out the broken ring pendant, put it in his palm, and showed it to Master.Xie Yi's expression froze.

The soul full of spiritual power was in turmoil, making his face a little blurry.Le Wuyi felt his sudden change of mood, but didn't know what to say.

"So...Master...you can stay with me for three days, please. Don't disappear. I miss you so much."

Le Wuyi bypassed Yanjia, and entangled his master again.He doesn't like a master he can't touch, but it's better than not being able to see him.

Xie Yi looked sad, but finally calmed down.He turned his eyes to look at Yanjia, and Le Wuyi had no choice but to follow his gaze.He understood what the master meant, so he put the broken ring pendant into the box, closed it, and sank it into the Yanjia.No matter what, you should still try, even if the ring is broken... until the last moment, you should always have hope.

Le Wuyi thought of a way to activate it, trying to make the armor move, but he succeeded easily.

The radiant green radiance spread out from here and spread in all directions, covering the endless ghosts and ghosts in the mist wherever it went.They were just struggling at first, but then they involuntarily gathered here, and the thick black air roared and surged like mountains and seas, converging on the altar.Le Wuyi was startled by this strange scene, and wanted to protect the light around Master in a panic, but he didn't have a sword in his hand, so he had to summon three scorpions and let them surround Xie Yi.

The awakened Yin spirits didn't bother to attack him.They hovered greedily, trying to nibble at the spiritual breath emanating from the Yanjia, but they were burned by the ancient clean energy.

Xie Yi's soul body was disturbed, a huge oppression poured into his heart, and it was all crying like a howling wind and snow.It was not for him, it was the prayers and cries of people with the same beliefs to the supreme god in the old days, which spanned thousands of years, awakening the sorrow and pain of ghosts and ghosts.

God of Shennong!save us!

God of Shennong!Stop the sacrifice!

please!Save my wife and children!

I don't want to die!In no mood!

Xie Yi looked happy.Le Wuyi read his eyes and said slowly: "Wait for me... for a while?"

Xie Yi nodded, and then slowly dissipated his appearance.Le Wuyi stood where he was, and raised his hand to touch the light golden halo.

A halo surrounded his fingertips, like a gentle kiss.It hovered reluctantly for a moment, and suddenly burst into brilliance, as if forcibly tearing the seal hidden deep inside the soul.

Le Wuyi closed his eyes.His world started to turn upside down.The upside-down and undulating land did not throw him in the air, as if it just stretched and twisted, like a roaring wave.

Miscellaneous memories flooded into my heart, like retrieving the memories of three lives, blurred phantoms passed through the soul, sprinting and running, and the torrent of time rushed forward indomitably, rushing to the afterlife.

The light golden radiance turned into a giant blade and penetrated the ground.In the distant realm, Yan Luo, the night god, seems to have sensed something, and when his thoughts moved, ghost claws transformed from bones burst out of the underground palace of the ancient country in the Western Regions, as if waiting for a long time, only looking forward to today.

From top to bottom, the golden giant blade pierced through the land boundary, shaking the eternally lingering greenness of the tree of life and death, pulling the power of the netherworld to rush and converge, and opened up two underground palaces that were also full of grievances.The wrath of the ghosts erupted instantly, but failed to destroy anything. Instead, it flowed irresistibly towards the River Styx, continuing the thread of their life wheel that they did not know when to stop.

Outside the two temples, the hidden barrier of Shennong suddenly shattered.None of the old people who needed shelter survived, and they finally lost their meaning of existence.Occasionally, a soul wandering in the desert passed by. This barrier, which had been closed for thousands of years and did not allow ghosts to approach, finally disappeared, but it turned out that after the barrier, there was no god to protect the people.The strong wind and chaotic sand completely sealed off the buildings that had been forgotten by time, leaving only ruins.

The golden radiance penetrating the earth finally faded away, and the stream of fine streams of light flowed in little by little, entangled the youth who fainted due to the power of the nether world in a void.

The soul that tore apart the soul seal was exhausted and weak, only remaining in shape because of the golden cracks that had penetrated into it.The cold ghost energy of the realm of the underworld tore at it, bit it, it refused to escape, refused to leave, persistent and desperate, and gradually disintegrated.

The person who was nostalgic finally failed to open his eyes.Only the thoughts of the remnant soul burst out the last light and turned into a broken silhouette.

Yanshi's gentle figure suddenly flashed, and finally dimmed.

The tree of life and death with luxuriant branches and leaves suddenly pulled out its branches at this time, isolating the endless falling ghosts and the cold water of the Styx, and wrapped the stunned remnant soul into the tree together with the young man beside him.

The huge green tree hangs silently in the endless darkness, as if nothing happened.

Ye Shen Yan Jun's wide-sleeved robe stepped on the Styx River in the air.With a flick of his ink pen, his merits and demerits were written off in the past life book.If this little thing can still come out, it has probably been refined into a ghost.

As for the person whom the Tree of Life and Death favored for some reason...he was too lazy to care about it, and he couldn't care less.

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