In love with the ghost king

It rained heavily overnight, Chu Shengyu. Yan woke up from the dream and looked out the window blankly.

"Don't sleep anymore, don't sleep anymore..." Hongmao kept shouting from the side.

Chu Sheng twitched one corner of his mouth weakly, and buried his head on his knees. He thought that when he was a human being, Meng Jing must be by his side at such a night, never leaving him.Even if the two turned against each other later, he would come over every night when there was heavy rain.

Just sit by and don't talk.

Fate Xingjun once advised him that time will smooth everything out.Chu Sheng just smiled lightly and did not refute.But now, he has stayed on Wuding Mountain for five years, and the cracks in his heart are only increasing.

Just dreaming from time to time.

He dreamed that when he was a child, at the family banquet hosted by the Lord of the Northern Kingdom, Meng Shen had fed him with a smile.At that time, the Northern Kingdom was still a military force, and Chu Yu's status as a civil servant was not worth mentioning. Even Chu Yunjing, who was sitting in the corner, was also neglected.

It was still Meng Shen, who stretched out his hand, with a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake lying in his palm, and said with a smile, "Little nerd, after you finish eating, how about going to play in the snow with me?"

"You are so beautiful. When I grow up, I will find my wife according to your appearance." Tong Yan Wuji, but was surprised that the osmanthus cake that Chu Yunjing had just bitten into was dropped to the ground.

Meng Shen lay on top of him and laughed, which attracted the attention of Chu Yu and Meng Qian.

During the Hungry Ghost Festival when the snow fell, one thought it was a first meeting, while the other thought it was a reunion.

Zhou Kewen also came to see him once, and told him that his other name——Mo Yang, had said a lot to him, but Chu Sheng just listened to him lightly, with no trace on his face, and lightly saw off the guests.

It's just a dream of Ming Xingjun's drunken accident.

He was the child of a servant of the Chu Mansion back then. He was innocently implicated in the crime of collaborating with the enemy and treason, escaped by chance, hated Changning, and hated Nanguo even more.He quietly followed Zhou Yu and the others to Nanguo, cheated Zhu Ke, and offered the map to Meng Shen, all in order to avenge his bereavement.

"It's just blinded by hatred. No one has set the rules. The son of a servant cannot take revenge." Zhou Kewen said calmly.

He lives in a dark swamp, struggling and sinking in hatred, and he often thinks that when he and his father stood vigil at the gate during the Chinese New Year, when they were shivering from the cold, the two Mrs. He remembered that when he was dying on the Nanguo Long Street, the innocent little princess stretched out her hands that day to help him up.

It's just that the countless warmth is under his palm.

Zhou Kewen stood at the door and bowed to the closed door.

Chu Sheng looked at the solitary lamp in the room, and put his hand on his temple.

I don't know how Meng Jing survived the 300 years he left.

Since he can wait, of course he can too, this long night is nothing.

Spring and autumn change, cold and heat alternate, only one day, Chu Sheng stood in the mountains, suddenly felt someone hugged his waist, and a low voice came from behind him: "I don't know if you are willing to marry me as a wife."

At that moment, wild flowers filled the mountains.

The vicissitudes of life are changing rapidly, and a jade slip is spread out on the desk of the emperor: the soft doctor of the wild ghost world abdicates, the new king of ghosts, with red makeup, married a mountain fairy.

He closed his eyes, remembering that day when the newly ascended immortal knelt in front of the hall, begging him to use his immortal bones to gather the soul of his beloved.

The emperor had a headache, thinking of the sad face of Yan Wang, he was afraid that he would feel sorry for him again...

Fanwai Yaochi×Song Yuan

"Do you still think about this last immortal tribulation?" Fate Xingjun clasped his hands together and looked at Song Yuan who was facing away from him.

It has to be said that he made the official in this world look good, better than what he wrote in his own words.With a delicate and elegant skin, one can see that honest official who is rare to meet in a hundred years—the most rare type in the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion.

Song Yuan turned his head, and there was a little loneliness in his eyes: "Since Mr. Xing knew it early in the morning, why do you need to ask again?"

Fate Xingjun was very annoyed: "It's been three times, and it's been three times. This time, Tianxiang Xingjun spent [-] yuan to buy the book from me. Are you afraid of wasting his heart by doing this?"

Song Yuan said: "It's okay, after this catastrophe, you can tell him for me to return all the money from Ghostbusters Pavilion to him."

After all, Song Yuan laughed in a rare way: "Mr. Xing doesn't need to be angry."

The strange thing is that it was arranged by the heavens to set up a catastrophe for him.

If he could be unintentional, he would not have given up his life in the first two times.

Song Yuan handed a letter to Fate Master Xingjun: "I know that the end is approaching, and when I die, Lord Xing, please hand it over to Tianxiang."

Seeing him blowing his beard and staring, Song Yuan comforted and said: "It's not a disadvantage to have lived for hundreds of years in vain - it's just that my apprentice is really innocent. Although he is a demon, he has never hurt anyone. Please Lord Xing is done with this matter, choose a book of wealth and honor for him in the world, if he still wants to walk the way of immortality, then let him go."

Fate Xingjun was so talkative, but seeing that he couldn't be persuaded, he stomped his feet and went back angrily.

"The weather is so cold and you are not in good health, so don't read books."

Song Yuan turned his head and saw Yao Chi lying in front of his table with only one pair of eyes showing, he turned around twice, and he pushed forward the dishes he just brought: "It's all what you like."

Song Yuan put down the book in his hand, sipped the jade. Yan Zheng said with a smile on his lips, "Let's go together."

That's what he likes to eat, and it's also because Yao Chi likes to eat.

I still remember that when I was practicing Taoism in my previous life, I accidentally picked up such a dirty child from the bottom of the mountain. At that time, he followed me all day long, afraid that I would not want him one day.

Song Yuan was the third Yunyan Pavilion Master, the most prestigious master in the cultivation world at that time.They often say that if there is one person in the realm of comprehension who can ascend to immortality, that person must be Song Yuan.

It's just that this high-minded person, being pestered by a child all day, has a little more fireworks.

"Master, Master, look at my newly caught grasshopper!"

"Do not kill."

"I didn't. I just watched it laying motionless on the ground, wondering if it was dead? It would be considered sleeping. What if someone stepped on it? What a pity! What if the juniors catch it, what if they hurt it, what if..."

Song Yuan: "..."

"Master, Master, look at that girl in the distance!"

Song Yuan put his hand on his temple, only to feel that his ears were very noisy, but he couldn't say the words to tell him to get out: "Meditate."

"Everyone on the street looks at that girl, but in my opinion, that girl doesn't look as good as Master."

Song Yuan never thought that one day he would be compared with the courtesan of the brothel.

"Master, why don't you speak?"

Song Yuan's face was ashen, his ears were hot, and he walked away on the long street, ignoring Yao Chi who followed behind.

"Master, I seem to like you and want to be with you and become a Taoist companion."

"No, those who cultivate the Tao must not have feelings."

"Oh." Yao Chi clenched his lower lip, feeling angrily in his heart.

"You..." Song Yuan bumped into Yao Chi in the Library Pavilion, his face lost all color.

"Master, if I cultivate the way of magic, can I be with you?" Yao Chi held a forbidden book in his hand and looked at him with a smile. There was already a scarlet fire pattern between his eyebrows.

Later, he failed to cultivate the magic way and injured his life. Song Yuan tore away half of his soul to protect him.In the end, he failed to ascend to the immortal.

I never thought that after Yao Chi woke up, he would still be willing to take this extremely dangerous evil way.

"If the immortal way blocks me, why not fall into the devil." It was Song Yuan standing in the Palace of Fate Star King and seeing Yao Chi insane in the human world.

Song Yuan knew that this was his love calamity, the first two times, he asked himself if he could not get through it with confidence, it would be better to sacrifice his life and end up in peace.

This time, he looked away, since it was doomed, if he couldn't avoid it, he couldn't escape it.

That Yao Chi was by his side, thinking of helping him through the sufferings of the world, and helping him fulfill his desire to ascend to the immortal.As everyone knows, he is the real robber.

Song Yuan smiled bitterly, yes, if he hadn't been tempted, how could it be called a calamity.

"My lord." Yao Chi stopped his chopsticks and looked straight at him.

"What's the matter?"

He asked seriously: "If you can become a fairy, will you still remember me?"

Song Yuan smiled and said, "Naturally, why did you remember to ask this?"

Yao Chi lowered his head, quite aggrieved: "It's nothing."

Song Yuan sighed, and put his hand on his head: "Hurry up and eat."

"Ah."

I don't know who, Shangzuo impeached Song Yuan for corruption and accepting bribes. The emperor sentenced him to exile, caught wind and cold on the way, and became seriously ill.

Yao Chi held the pale and thin hand of the man, and wept like rain. He didn't know whether he was happy that he was about to take off his body and ascend, or he was sad because of the difference between immortal and demon.

Song Yuan sighed: "It's all like this, do you still want me to coax you?"

"I won't cry anymore." Yao Chi wiped away his tears, "My lord, are you feeling bad?"

Song Yuan's hands trembled slightly, he tried his best to smile, and put his hands on the back of Yao Chi's: "A Chi, I'm a little cold, can you give me a hug..."

"I...can I?" Yao Chi's eyes suddenly brightened, as if tears flashed.

Song Yuan nodded slightly, hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and closed his eyes. A bead slipped from the corner of his eyes and rolled into the gaps in the scattered black hair.

"My lord, why are you crying?" Yao Chi reached out to wipe away the water from the corners of his eyes, helped Song Yuan into his arms, looked at his handsome and elegant pale face, and felt as if his heart was twisted, "My lord, if you feel uncomfortable, you Tell me, I'll call the imperial physician."

Song Yuan shook his head, raised his eyes and looked at the distant sky, his own star was already in a state of falling, and he was afraid that there was no way to return to the sky.

"It's a bit cold." Song Yuan held his hand tremblingly, nestled his whole body in his arms, found a warm place on his chest, and pressed his head on it.

"Master!" Yao Chi subconsciously said.

Song Yuan's eyes were full of unclear emotions, which eventually turned into tears and rolled down.

"I'm sorry." Song Yuan closed his eyes and said softly, as if relieved from exhaustion.

In the distance, a star suddenly fell.

Yao Chi's eyes widened suddenly, and he looked down at the extremely quiet man in his arms.

how come……

"Master?"

"Master—"

No more responses.

"Okay, you go." Fate Xingjun shook his whisk, and said to the rather ugly Tianxiang.

Guangling Xianjun failed to cross the catastrophe. On the same day, the Demon Lord went mad, Tianxiang Xingjun seriously injured the Demon Lord, took his soul, handed it over to the King of Hades, drank Mengpo soup, and reincarnated.

A few strokes were caught between the gaps in the history books of the Upper Immortal Realm.