Fall in love with a dead enemy [rebirth]

"It turns out that Xiao Miao'er's eyes are so blind, and her voice is so ruined..." Zhong Ying's voice was a little dry.

If Lord Xuehui was in front of Zhong Ying, Zhong Ying wanted to ask him how he felt when he asked Xiao Miao'er to meow like a cat in the Demon Suppressing Sword Tower, listening to Xiao Miao'er's hoarse and unpleasant voice.

Because, he was the one who ruined the former Qu Xingzhi...

Jun Buyi was silent for a moment, and replied: "That's why, there will be a Taixuan Daozu in the future."

The world in the mirror did not end because of this, it was still running, but it used to be based on the Taizong, but now it is centered on Qu Xingzhi.

The tired and uncomfortable young man didn't want to die, he didn't want to die on this ruin like a waste.

He crawled among the rubble piles and puddles, groping with his scarred hands, trying to find a safe place to live among the ruins.

Qu Xingzhi has lived in Longshou Mountains for six full years, and he is very familiar with every plant and tree here, but everything in this ruined area is so strange to him.

He was wet all over, and just now he found a few arched planks, curled up, and hid himself inside.

His hands and feet were cold, his forehead was hot, and his whole body was in severe pain. The whole body was in a daze because of the pain, as if he could see the end of reincarnation, and saw vivid brothers and sisters.

Qu Xingzhi fumbled for his clothes tremblingly, found a few pills, swallowed them with difficulty, then hugged his legs, put on the golden robe left by the god, and closed a pair of empty eyes.

The sky was chaotic and gloomy, and there was no end to the cut and fragmented rain.

The rain dripped down on the stone slabs, forming a small puddle on the ground.

Everything is silent, except for the patter of rain, there is nothing else.

Qu Xingzhi slept for two whole days, his breathing was so weak that Zhong Ying thought he couldn't make it through.Maybe it was the support of the mind, or maybe the elixir had an effect. After the breath decayed, it gradually became stronger and longer.

In his sleep, he seemed to have a sweet dream, his lips moved, and he uttered two words: Master...

Not long after, he frowned again, his face full of ferocity, and he fell from a dream into a boundless nightmare.

When he opened his eyes again, he finally had some strength and was able to walk and stop for a while while leaning on a cane.

He couldn't see with his eyes, so he could only grope along the way, stop and go, spent a month or two without getting out of the Longshou Mountain Range, and kept wandering around in the mountains and forests.

He ate spiritual fruits and wild vegetables, and drank the spiritual dew from the leaves. When he couldn't hold on anymore, he took a pill.

As a disciple of the Divine Lord, even if he was unable to condense spiritual energy and was a waste who could not cultivate, Qu Xingzhi still had a lot of pills in his body, enough for him to survive.

The incident of the Taiyi Sect in the Longshou Mountain Range did not cause a stir in Kyushu, but none of the cultivators dared to investigate. It was not until a month or two later that the handymen were sent to explore the road outside. After confirming that there was no danger, the cultivators dared to step in. The former holy land of comprehension.

Seeing the completely destroyed Taiyi Sect, and the monks who had seen the prosperity of the Taiyi Sect, all sighed.

Or an exclamation mark: "What a prosperous time the monarch and suzerain succeeded to the throne, I didn't expect it to be just a few days..."

"Prosperity must decline..."

Qu Xingzhi finally met the monk who went into the mountain to search. At that time, he was dirty, his clothes were full of holes, and he smelled sour, like a little beggar. Only the golden robe was wrapped in the ragged clothes Inside, no one could see that he was once the closed disciple of Xuehui Shenjun, the master of the world.

He stopped in front of the monk and stubbornly raised his head.

"Ah, ah..."

Every syllable, the throat hurts badly.

He wanted to say that I was a disciple of Taiyi Sect and take me out.He also wanted to beg them to take him in, to do all kinds of hard work, even to be a handyman, as long as they gave him the hope of cultivation.

"Where did this little beggar come from?"

"The village at the foot of the Longshou Mountain Range was destroyed. I'm afraid the villagers ran in when they were fleeing."

"Yes, dumb, and blind, poor thing."

"A mortal has a mortal fate, and it's not the same as us."

"let's go."

Qu Xingzhi called eagerly, and the cultivator left lightly, dropping a few copper coins before leaving.

After trying this a few times, a little girl took pity on him and sent him to the mortal town herself, but no one cared what he was praying for even when his wounds were torn open.

Unable to practice, he is a waste in the cultivation world, anyone can crush him to death.

Dumb and blind, with only a few copper coins on his body, it is difficult for him to survive in the mortal world.He couldn't buy a single piece of clean clothes, and there wasn't even a shop willing to take him in, so he could only live on the street or in a ruined temple.

Blind people are more perceptive than ordinary people. At first, he was not willing to raise his head at all. Even if he was tired and hungry, he lowered his head, fearing that his acquaintances would see his downcast appearance.

Later, he found that he had no acquaintances, so he didn't care, but he got used to hanging his head like a hunchback.

In the first year, Qu Xingzhi could only be a little beggar, and was often beaten by other beggars.

He gritted his teeth and survived, groping the walls of the town every day, using a wooden stick to measure the ground under his feet, and finally he was able to walk freely in the town.

As if he wasn't blind.

Unable to speak, he wrapped a handful of sand at any time, and when he really had something to do, he took a small stick and wrote and drew on the sand.

...Although no one has the patience to watch him "goofy" as a little beggar.

After all, he is not an ordinary person. He has lived in Taiyi School for six years and he knows some basic methods of physical training. After practicing secretly for two years, he can beat a few middle-aged men who know some boxing skills by relying on his ears.

Fifteen or sixteen-year-old Qu Xingzhi took this opportunity to enter a wealthy businessman and worked as a nursing home.

After three years, he was finally able to wash off the dirt from his hair, put on clean clothes, and show his beautiful eyebrows and eyes, even though it was not the Taizong brocade and satin clothes, but rough coarse linen.

Living with a group of nursing homes, in the sound of snoring, teeth grinding, and dream talk every night, Qu Xingzhi held a split brush, dipped it in water, and practiced writing on the slate, applying what he had learned, Pick it up bit by bit.

He is a serious and hardworking person, and he was like this when he was in Taiyi School.At that time, after serving tea and pouring water, after cleaning up, he nestled in his bedroom, writing classics silently over and over again.

The young man who was once pure and handsome is long gone, his body has grown out, his figure is tall, his brows and eyes are a little more handsome and sharp, but he has become gloomy and indifferent.

Knowing that he could speak a few words, the eldest brother of the nursing home told him that he wanted to betroth his lame daughter to him. If he became his son-in-law, he would take care of him more in the future.

One is blind and dumb, the other is crippled and can't walk, and is a bit silly, a match made in heaven.

Qu Xingzhi shook his head.

These were not what he wanted, and he never forgot what he wanted.

He wanted to ask for immortals, and one day he wanted to stand in front of the gods and become a direct disciple of the etheric clan.

After saving some scraps of silver, he bid farewell to the merchant, carried a wooden stick, and left this small town that had nothing to do with the world, and stepped into the world again.

In the past, Qu Xingzhi was surrounded by great talents, and the brothers and sisters were even more talented, as if the whole world was a fairy.

But when he searched for that "celestial fate" as a mortal, he found that he couldn't even find the mountain gates of some small sects and small families.

All the sects of cultivation have set up the sect protection formation, where can a mortal with a mortal body easily find it?

Qu Xingzhi went to climb those precipitous spiritual mountains and dangerous places. He remembered how Jun Changsheng worshiped Taiyi Sect. He thought he had the perseverance not to lose to him, so he wanted to give it a try.

The world is difficult and dangerous, and it is even more difficult for a cripple like him.

On the way out of the small town to Mount Heng, he was cheated out of his money, so he could only do some hard work, buy a few cold steamed buns and continue on his way.

After climbing Mount Heng, the Hengshan sect was just a mortal sect, Qu Xingzhi could only return disappointed.

In the mortal world, there are droughts, floods, thieves, horse bandits, corrupt officials, exorbitant taxes, and even more sinister people...

In the mortal world, there are also paving roads and giving porridge, doing good deeds and accumulating virtue, there are also genius doctors who don’t pay a cent, chivalrous knights who do justice, and there are mountains and forests roaring, rivers and rivers singing...

Holding crutches, Qu Xingzhi spent ten years walking more than half of Kyushu, climbing 330 seven dangerous peaks, and went to 72 treasured places...

He found that some of the treasured lands of immortal families passed down in the mortal world had no traces of cultivators, and were simply ordinary empty mountains.Sometimes he found that only mortal warriors lived on the top of the mountain.

Most of the time, he couldn't enter the mountain gate at all, and could only wander outside the formation.

Occasionally, I entered the mountain gate a few times and found a real cultivator, but I only got a shake of my head and a rejection: You can't practice at all, and you don't have a fairy fate in this life.

He knelt down and begged, and the monk sighed: Don't mess around, go back.

Qu Xingzhi can only return lonely.

Tai Yizong was destroyed, and he no longer had a "home" to return to. The so-called "going back" was just to find the next fairy fate.

He is not always looking for a way, and occasionally he will land.

Be a teacher, or walk with the bodyguard, or protect an old genius doctor, save an honest and upright official...

After that, it was rejected again and again.

One cultivator said it very coldly: "If everyone can cultivate immortals, how can there be any difference between immortals and ordinary people? You can just be a mortal!"

If he hadn't experienced everything he experienced in his youth, he would naturally not have insisted on it despite all the suffering, but when he thought about the words Tai Yizong, he felt that the sufferings of these years were nothing.

Wind, frost, rain and snow, swords and swords, poverty... He is not afraid of anything, even if he suddenly becomes deaf and lame at this time, it can't stop him.He can adapt to being blind and dumb, and being deaf and crippled.

So, after his throat was destroyed, he said the first sentence with difficulty: "I don't believe it!"

The voice was hoarse, like the sound of two stones rubbing against each other.

If you don't believe it, you really don't have a fairy fate!

If there is no fairy fate, why did the heavens allow him to meet the gods and worship the Taiyi sect?

Putting on his hat, he turned and left.

Once, he rescued two orphans from horse bandits. The children looked at him innocently and said: Uncle, your hair is gray.

After saying that, he pointed to his temples with his finger.

Qu Xingzhi paused slightly, suddenly.

He seems to be twenty-seven this year...

From a tall and straight boy, he grew into a handsome young man, but he was infected with vicissitudes prematurely, and his temples were frosted prematurely, and he stepped into old age.

He sent the two orphans to a simple family.

The two children held his hand with tears in their eyes and said, "Uncle, can't you be our father? We don't want to leave you."

By adopting these two children, maybe he can have a "home" again.

He smiled wryly, a little reluctantly, but finally shook his head.

Gray hair grows more and more, standing at thirty, not confused at forty, and at forty, he becomes a gray-haired "old man". After being exposed to wind and sun, there are a few shallow wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

At fifty, one knows the destiny, at sixty, one's ears are compliant, at seventy, one follows one's heart's desire...

Qu Xingzhi, at an age when he knew his destiny, finally ended half his life of wandering and wandering, and became a handyman of a down-and-out sect, responsible for guarding the mountain gate.

At the age when he was doing what he wanted, he left the small sect that was gradually improving.

After 20 years as a handyman, he finally accepted his fate. In this life, he has no destiny for immortality.

Probably because he took too much panacea when he was a teenager, and later he became a "peerless expert" among ordinary people. Qu Xingzhi lived to ninety and completely became an old man in his twilight years.

His hair was all over his head, his face was wrinkled, and he didn't look like a teenager at all.But in memory, the god on the top of Longshou Peak will always be like the bright moon in Cangshan Mountain, with peerless elegance.

With a stooped body, the old man walked in the sparsely populated mountains and forests, and at the end of his life, he leaned on a stalk of bamboo, panting heavily.

The hungry wolves surrounded him, waiting for the old man to die.

The old man bent his lips, looked at the night sky with his empty eyes, and then slowly closed them.

At the moment when his aura disappeared, a mysterious dao rhyme enveloped him.

The white hair turned into blue silk, the skin became fine and smooth like dead bark, the hunchback shoulders became straight like pine and bamboo, a zigzag pattern appeared between the eyebrows, composed of gold and red, the pattern split, and the sky eye came to the world.

After seven or eighty years, Qu Xingzhi once again saw the moonlight and starlight.

The gloomy eyebrows and eyes dissipated, leaving only a bit of freedom to break free from the shackles.

He was born with a demon body and a fairy soul, so he couldn't cultivate.

He died twice, once his throat was cut by the sword of the most respected master, and once he died alone.

Finally reborn, enlightened overnight...