The devil is me

Although Shen Po is the best among the younger generation and has the blessings of forbidden techniques, but after all, he is outnumbered and he suffers backlash, like thousands of poisonous insects biting him, his headache is about to split, his five senses are fading, and Xue Rong is far away from Dao Xing He is above him, so even though he grits his teeth and perseveres, he will be formidable in the end.

In a moment of carelessness, a sword clanked and pierced towards his chest.In the blink of an eye, the wooden fan flew over and bounced the sword away!

Panting heavily, Shen Po barely regained his sanity, and saw Ling Yaosi coming with his sword.

He turned his sword into tens of thousands, resisting the sharp sword lights around him, and said harshly to Shen Po: "Get out of here! Don't come back again!"

Shen Po didn't move.

Ling Yaosi cursed anxiously: "What are you still doing?"

Shen Po described the pain, stared at Lingyao and thought for a moment, and finally threw his sword up to the depths of Penglai without looking back.

With overwhelming hatred, he didn't know where to go, and he didn't know why he finally came to Shugutang.He inspected the vast sea of ​​books, and finally snatched away Yun Chong and all the forbidden books that had been carefully sealed, and disappeared into the vast night.

Later, when he thought back on what he had done by stealing the forbidden books, he probably still wanted to take revenge. He wanted to destroy this world and give it to Yun Chong and be buried with him.

Shen Po is a talented person, and he is too familiar with Yun Chonghe, it only took a few days to unlock all the seals of these forbidden books.His fortune is poor but his fate is great, and he can practice evil and heretics easily. Not only did he find the way to keep his life safe from the forbidden art, but he also improved his cultivation in the deceitful way.

He searched for a dead man's cave on Tunan Road in the north, and retreated through mountains of corpses and seas of blood for a month, and finally succeeded. When he returned to Penglai to seek revenge, he found that the old place had been burned to the ground. , without the dojo corridor, without the hustle and bustle of people, without the warm yellow lights, without the people under the lights.

All that remains is a piece of ruins, scorched earth and broken objects.

That day of cold winter, he stood in this devastated place, looked around in a daze, and finally laughed out loud.

Whoa whoa.

He has no where to come from, and there is only a way back in this life.

After he went back, he occupied Tunan Road, sat on the red flame high platform, and took thousands of ghosts under his command for his own driving.

In fact, he doesn't believe in the way of heaven at all, and he is called the devil of the way of heaven. He just wants to mock these cultivators. He wants to turn the place where he appears into hell, so that they will tremble when they hear the word "law of heaven", and it is difficult to feel pious.

They killed his lover, obliterated his faith, and destroyed his family; he also wanted to kill their lover, obliterated their faith, and ruined their pompous world, vowing to let those pious Taoist sects have a bad day.

He wiped out the offshoot of the Shen family that went to Penglai that day, and disturbed several areas of Xue's family day and night. Ran.There were also some small sects who were killed or not killed. He couldn't remember clearly afterwards, but he only remembered that his clothes were stained with blood every time he came back.In short, those who went to Penglai that day were all worried.

Those who don't want to wait for death, kill Shangtu Nandao, and make his lower ghosts swarm and suck up clean.With two dimples on his face, he sat on the high platform, propped up the ruined sword in one hand, and propped his chin in the other, smiling innocently as he watched the blood flow into a river.

They forced Master to death, they deserved to die.Thinking of this, he felt even happier.

He thought it would be very satisfying to do so.

Until one day, he saw someone selling fairy mushrooms at the foot of the mountain, he bought them all, and made a soup by himself. It was too salty and almost hard to swallow.

But he drank happily, bowl after bowl, his eyes narrowed into slits.

Li Gou said that he had never seen the Demon Lord so happy.

He looked at the bottom of the empty bowl, crying and laughing.

It turns out that he has never had a happy day as a demon king, and he has earth-shaking abilities that can't match a bowl of vegetarian soup in Penglai Dojo.

Later, when he was looking through the forbidden books, he saw a lamp of returning to the past, with yellow broom grass as the wick, which can make people fall into a dream, see old people, and fulfill long-cherished wishes.

He was fascinated and studied the lamp every day, which really made him spend all the treasures in the world to make one.

He locked himself in the room, carefully led the wick, and ignited the yellow grass.

This translucent and exquisite return lamp spun in an instant, emitting a dazzling brilliance. It spun faster and faster, casting colorful colors on the wall, like a glass dreamland.

Shen Po held his breath, his eyes a little sore from stuffiness, he blinked his eyelashes lightly, suddenly everything changed before his eyes.

It is no longer the perennially dark and cold Tunan Road Dead Man's Cave, but the rainbow-filled Baji Pavilion, which is scented with faint sandalwood, the light is already a little dim, and the attic is shrouded in pale pink.The colorful clouds outside the window are erratic, and birds are flying by.

He trembled all over, took a deep breath, and turned around apprehensively.

As he wished, he saw the person who haunted him so many nights.

Yun Chong and Yi Yi were lying on the table in white clothes, holding the scroll in one hand and resting their foreheads in the other, as if they were sleeping peacefully.

Shen Po's eyes were wet, and he could hardly hold any tears. He choked up and dared not cry out, even clenched his fists tightly and pinched himself with his nails. He was afraid that Yun Chonghe would disappear as soon as he made a sound.

He knelt devoutly in front of Yun Chonghe, staring greedily at Yun Chonghe's trembling eyelashes, measuring him inch by inch, as if trying to engrave every subtle expression of his in his mind.

All the details that were lost due to backlash were filled in and put back in place one by one.

His master is the best Yun Chonghe in the world.

His hands trembled a little, and he almost controlled his right hand with his left hand before he took out the things in the skirt.He flattened gently and placed it in front of Yun Chonghe's desk.

The light turned from bright to dark, the colorful clouds disappeared, and the moon was on the tip of the mountain. Shen Po didn't know how long he waited and watched for how long, Yun Chonghe finally woke up faintly.

Only a small lamp was lit in the room, which shocked Yun Chonghe.

"When did you come?" Yun Chonghe frowned, "I kept you waiting. Why didn't you call me and light a few more lights?"

"I... I'm fine." Shen Po's voice was hoarse with excitement.He thought, what a beautiful dream, maybe he can say something that he dare not say normally, he laughed, "If it's possible, it's nothing to wait for Master for the rest of his life."

"Stupid words." Yun Chonghe smiled like a star.

He wanted to see the master smile, and the master really smiled.

This lamp should be my wish.

Shen Po said again: "I'm here to give Master a gift."

When Yun Chonghe lowered his eyes, he saw the bright red window grilles on the case, and his smile deepened. He held up a corner and lifted it up to look carefully at the light: "It's very well cut, I like it very much."

"But the first day is still early, why don't you do it yourself when the time comes..."

"No!" Shen Po said impatiently before he finished speaking, "No, I will give it to you today."

He pressed Yun Chonghe's hand: "Master, you lied to me. Last time you said that I would give it to you when you come back. You didn't come back. This time, I must give it to you now."

"Right now." His eyes were determined, not to be questioned.

Yun Chonghe was stunned for a while, stretched his brows and eyes again, and said softly: "Okay."

"Master, you always say that people cannot stand without faith. If you don't keep what you say, should you be punished?"

"You tell me not to be afraid, let me wait for you to come back."

"Why don't you come back?" Shen Po was sobbing like a child, Yun Chonghe looked at him sadly, hugged him into his arms, patted his back lightly, trying to stop his sobbing, his tears Rubbing onto Yun Chonghe's shoulders was wet.

He couldn't restrain himself any longer, hugged Yun Chonghe's back tightly, felt the firm touch between his fingers, and felt the real heartbeat in his chest: "I'm so scared, Master. Come back."

"I won't be angry with you anymore, I won't hide messy books in Shugutang, and I won't have to lift the spell on your skirt anymore." Shen Po muttered, and he regretted it after a while, "No, no, I still want to You troublemaker, I'm going to disturb the class so much that I can't listen to it, and I'm going to go fishing for turtles and come back drenched, so please take care of me, Master."

"You take care of me."

"Don't leave me alone."

Shen Po begged, raised his face, and met Shang Yunchong and his lowered eyes.

The eyes of the two are intertwined, and the breath is mixed with the breath between the lips.

Shen Mo's star pupils moved slightly, and he straightened up slightly, covering Yun Chong and his warm lips.