Reborn with the Tyrant [Cultivation]

Tens of feet, for the immortal, the distance in the blink of an eye is the time for a falling flower to slowly fall into the water. It is enough for a person to say a word of love, and it is also enough for a dying person to return to the light and stab a sword with his last breath. .

Xuehuai's lifelong enemy—even though Xuehuai still doesn't know his name to this day, only his identity has been confirmed; the empty door behind him is wide open, and the spells of thousands of soldiers are rushing like his back, but what is he? I didn't care.

Seeing that Xuehuai didn't hold back at all, he also sacrificed his whole body cultivation, the sharp wind pierced his ears, and almost no one could hear any sound anymore; this is a desperate way to hit the blade.The seventeenth level of enchantment is higher than all known immortals so far; it is unknown whether it can reach the level of the upper silver pill, which has been enhanced by the strong starlight several times through the spirit fire gun.The two sides no longer have any escape route, and only the strongest hatred in this life is left in the eyes of both sides, and everything else is thrown away.

Jade all burnt.

At that moment, Xuehuai could no longer feel the pain, but felt light all over his body, the death-like silence and fear that surrounded him like a tide surrounded him, and his eyes were blank.

He didn't realize that what he saw was a pale sky - Xuehuai was pierced through the chest by the long sword in the man's hand, and was thrown more than ten feet away at the moment of the confrontation, and hit the ground heavily.

And the person on the opposite side has been reduced to ashes and wiped out.

The people have dissipated, but a strange scene began to appear in the sky—heavy snow mixed with fly ash and smoke, with thousands of unknown flowers and red maple leaves falling gently in the middle.

Beautiful and quiet, quiet like a dream.

The devil-like voice echoed in the air: "I will die in your hands, Xuehuai, I will show you the scenery of the four seasons, you are mine, on the road to Huangquan, we will be together again."

As soon as the words were spoken, a flying flower touched Xuehuai's eyelashes, then disappeared without a sound.

It's an illusion.

But at this moment, the turbulent grievance and sadness pulled Xue Huai back, accompanied by severe pain - the pain seemed to be cut into pieces by the frozen cold blade, but he didn't have time to cry, Anger and grievance completely controlled him at this moment.

He only felt that he had become a child again. It was the grievance he felt when he found out that his mother and father had joined forces to tease him. Pure and passionate, it filled his heart.

How can this be?

Why did that person show him this scenery?

Why did he say that he was required to be a companion on the way to Huangquan?

Except for two people in his life, he will never wait for others on the Naihe Bridge.

One is his mother, who has already passed away before him; the other has deep red eyes and long silver hair, he hasn't had time to show him this kind of scenery, why should the others?

In a daze, he saw Yun Cuo's face, which was full of panic, as if he was still crying.

But Xuehuai couldn't hear any sound anymore. He remembered Yun Cuo's voice when he was wailing, and instinctively wanted to laugh at him, but he was in so much pain that he couldn't even blink or take a breath.

He saw Yun Cuo knelt down in front of his eyes, saying a word over and over again.Xuehuai recognized it for a long time before realizing that he was saying: "Please."

He said: "My work is done, I didn't let you down, I came to look for you after I scattered all the demons, but Xuehuai, please, please..."

Xuehuai was slightly engrossed.

He was lying in his arms, and all he could see were his dark red eyes, Yun Cuo's devil eyes.In the past, the situation in these eyes was changing, and it seemed that there were thousands of burning clouds surging inside, but now it has become dim, and he can no longer see his figure.

In order to rush over and fulfill his wish, he still overused his strength and lost a pair of eyes.

Xuehuai sighed softly.

This shallow sigh fell to the ground with the gushing blood, and Xuehuai actually uttered a complete sentence.

Low, warm and soft, seems to have some kind of bewilderment.

He said: "The cloud is wrong..."

When he just died in his previous life, he had seen the all-white upper and lower universes, the impermanence of black and white, and the lingering flowers of the other shore.He is not afraid of death, but only afraid of the desolation and loneliness that he is alone in the world.

On the Naihe Bridge in the previous life, a little ghost chatted with others about new things in the fairy world, and his eyebrows were beaming: "Hey, do you know that the fairy master's favorite left protector died when he was fighting with people from the demon world! That left protector But it’s famous, half of the boys and girls in the fairy world have admired it? It’s called Xuehuai, and he’s the only son of the Xue family in Dongzhou.”

"I know him, such a good person, but it's a pity that he died so early. It's his king, it's not worth it. After he dies, he still has to say that the guardian is incompetent and committed crimes..."

At that time, Xuehuai was staring at the Mengpo soup in a daze, the bottom of the bowl looked like the chicken soup his mother had simmered for him.

Meng Po said: "Drink it, drink it and go on the road, and the next life will start again."

Just like in his memory, the blue and white bottom of the bowl is his last nostalgia for the world.But after those words fell into his ears, he let go of his hand, and the celadon bowl shattered.

He said: "I don't enter reincarnation, I want to seek revenge."

The dead are all one soul, and they can't see who they are, and they don't know who is who.Others laughed at him: "Little brother! Forget it, seek revenge after death. If you really do something, you will be caught back, and you will go to the [-]th hell to suffer; Ling, delay your reincarnation! At that time, everyone you know in the world will die one by one, and then you will be truly homeless."

But he doesn't care.

He was wronged—why did he treat him like this?

He only remembered that when he was walking back against the crowd of ghosts, he heard the whispers behind him: "Oh, another one is crazy, and it probably won't end well."

It's an amazing feeling to be a ghost.

He went home and visited his father who was sick in bed, sometimes awake and sometimes drowsy; he visited his grandmother who was almost blind and his grandfather who had gray hair overnight.

He felt sorry for them, but a ghost like him who was not bound by a good relationship could not speak, nor could he go to hug them.

He went to see the little glutton that was raised in his room, and the glutton ghost could see him, but when he jumped towards him excitedly wagging his tail, he missed again.After trying this many times, the little glutton cried.While crying, he followed him every step of the way, helping him tear apart the evil spirits around him that wanted to devour him.

He went to his grave and saw half red and half white flowers; he saw people he knew or did not know came to the grave to express their condolences.

I saw a handsome, bookish young man, standing in front of his grave with some sense of loss, the hideous smile on his face was fleeting, and then wept again.There were many people crying at his grave, including strangers, most of whom were people who had admired him before.

Because he didn't see Yun Cuo, he went to find Yun Cuo, but saw the former iron-fisted monarch holding his ashes, crying and shaking.

In his previous life, Xuehuai's memory was broken here, and he had no way of knowing the karma and intertwining of all these events.

But when he felt the call of pure white death again, and felt the extreme emptiness of death, in the blink of an eye, he remembered something.

That was the last memory he had before being wiped out.

He looked at Yun Cuo sobbing, and said softly in his heart, does this person like him a little bit?

He accompanied him for most of his life, even after death.

He is a little ghost, floating around, always following him, watching him haggard day by day, watching him become obsessed overnight, and his black hair is covered with snow.

The more you look, the more you know in a ignorant way.

This person actually likes himself.

He saw Yuncuo trekking thousands of miles, bringing his ashes to visit the Tathagata of the Western Paradise, asking for a way to bring the dead back to life; he saw him leading an army to the underworld, approaching the underworld, hoping that the underworld would hand over a person.

But the judge told Yun Cuo: "It's not impossible for such things to happen. The Great Sage Equaling Heaven reversed the book of life and death to make people live forever; it's not impossible for Bian Que to bring the dead back to life and revive the dead; but to return the soul, the dead body must be intact. Lord, for someone like you who only gives a handful of ashes, even if it is the way of heaven, it will be difficult for you to fulfill your wish."

He watched him neglect government affairs, devote himself to cultivation all day long, and his cultivation base improved by leaps and bounds.

He really didn't lie to him. In order to be able to marry him, Yun Cuo has been pressing his cultivation base to the level of the silver pill of the immortal way and the fifth level of the demon way.

Yun mistakenly read medical skills, strange stories, and ancient picture scrolls, and knew that the highest level of cultivation in the Xian family was called "Karma and Effect", so he thought, what if the cause and effect could be reversed?

If cause and effect are broken and death no longer separates people, will he be able to see his little Xianlang again?

The only person who has reached the realm of non-sticking between cause and effect is Emperor Fuli Xingyi. It is said that he has lived for tens of thousands of years.And Yun Cuo is only 25 years old.

But he continued to cultivate like this, day and night, drunk, dreaming and dying.He hid Xuehuai's letter in his sleeve, and sometimes the two of them didn't have time to write the letter in person, so they used magic to preserve their voice and entrusted the blue bird to convey it.

He listened to it over and over again, practiced over and over again, drunk and dreaming, as if he was still alive and right beside him.That voice manipulated his emotions, making him firmly believe that Xuehuai must still be alive.

In the silent cave of the Demon Realm, the Immortal Emperor of the Ninth Five-Year High looked at the scenery under the cliff and murmured softly.

"...Why isn't it snowing?"

Xuehuai likes snow.

Dongzhou, why isn't it snowing?

"You can live well alone." Xuehuai told him softly, "I'm already dead."

He knew he couldn't hear this sentence.His ghost can't bear the yang energy of the world, and will soon be wiped out.On the last day before Yuncuo left the customs, he knelt beside him and told him this sentence softly.

Of course Yun Cuo would not hear it.

But Xuehuai saw him cry, and after crying, he put on a smile again, it was a determined and stable smile.Xuehuai noticed that the hostility in Yun Cuo's body had suddenly increased a lot, and she knew that his skills had been mastered.

Xuehuai looked at her fluttering body that was about to dissipate, and said: "Then let me walk with you for a while."

He actually didn't know where Yun Cuo was going when he left the level, nor what he was going to do.

All he knew was that in just a few months, the accomplishments they had spent decades building had collapsed.But he doesn't care anymore, his achievements are in vain, and after he dies, no one will know anyone, so how many people will listen to him?

Yun Cuo came to his grave.

The first seven have passed, and the Xue family has been renewed, full of new faces.

Yun Cuo stood in front of his grave, gently swept away the remaining snow on his tombstone, and looked at the name on it tenderly.

He called him, his voice full of attachment: "Xuehuai."

In his hands, the dark red butterfly knives were shining, clear and cold, like the red tear mole under Xuehuai's eyes.

His youth did not have an epitaph, and those people were so contemptuous that they engraved Xuehuai's name, let alone an epitaph.

And he, Yun Cuo, if there is an epitaph in this life, these should be written on it: sixteen layers of demonic ways, immortal karma is not involved; the purest blood of the immortal family and the most violent blood of the demon royal family, carrying sin and cold-eyed longing The child who has grown up will one day finally step on the throne and become the king of ten thousand immortals.

——Then, he committed suicide in front of an unknown grave.

The butterfly knife pierced through the heart steadily and powerfully, and then twisted it with the last strength.He killed himself silently, calmly, and intently. He was taking a risk, betting whether the heaven would have mercy on it, and whether the cause and effect would be reversed for him.

The death of one person is like the drifting away of a soul, and the two of them evaporate like drops of water, disappearing from sight and no longer existing in this world.

"Xuehuai, on the Naihe Bridge, I'll wait for you."

When Xuehuai woke up, she felt that even this life was gone.

There is no one else around him.The gluttonous ghost lay beside him, suddenly woke up, and then jumped over in ecstasy, licked his cheek frantically, and ran around the room in circles.

Not long after, a little gray cat jumped out of the door, and came over like crazy to rub his arms, head and face.

Xuehuai was a little dazed, and her body was still in pain.

But he pushed himself out of bed.

He, too, slowly recognized the room—his own bedroom.

Although the furnishings have changed somewhat, the familiar scene is still vivid.It's just because he was so familiar, he couldn't tell when he was in the moment, so he had to go out and look around.

Standing in the courtyard was an old man who was weeding the flowers. When he saw him coming out, he was stunned for a moment, and then he shouted in ecstasy: "—Young Master??? You're awake!"

The other people also rushed over upon hearing the sound, they were all loyal servants of their family all the time, all of them were very happy and greeted him with care.When asked if he was still unwell and if he wanted to eat something, he shook his head.

He looked around, a little confused, and his reaction was much slower.Finally, I remembered to ask: "... Where are the others?"

"The master went to discuss business and came back at night. Oh, you woke up, we will report to him immediately!" The old man said, "You were seriously injured in that battle, and you have been sleeping for half a year."

Half a year.

Xuehuai looked at the mansion that had been reorganized and tidy, and always felt that she was not at ease and did not land on the ground.

He still had a person's name in his heart, but for some reason, he didn't ask, and no one else said it. Maybe he was too excited and forgot to tell him for a while.

Since Yun Cuo was not by his side when he woke up, he must have been doing other things.

He said, "I'll go out and have a look."

But immediately someone reminded with a distressed face: "Young master, you are not in good health. Today, ghosts are walking outside at night. It is not good to go out and provoke you. This..."

Hearing what he said, Xuehuai suddenly became interested: "Hundred ghosts at night? It's fun, I'll go and have a look. Xiao Tao will follow me, don't be afraid."

It turned out that it had been exactly two years since he came back to this life.

The gluttonous ghost immediately hugged his thighs and climbed up, directly onto his shoulders, and then hugged his arm to hold him back.

The old man wanted to scold the little glutton, but Xuehuai smiled, and touched the gluttonous ghost's head with his other hand: "It's okay."

The little gray cat's paws were not flexible, and it jumped on the spot for a long time, but it couldn't jump on Xuehuai's shoulders, so Xuehuai squatted down, hugged it in his arms, and went out with the two little pets like this.

The weather was fine and there was no snow or wind. Xuehuai walked a few steps and stopped a few steps. She was a little tired and sweated easily.

His body is still weak, but the feeling of waking up from the dream of death and regaining new life is still like yesterday.

He went around the restaurant he was familiar with, asked the boss, looked upstairs with his spiritual vision, saw his father drinking with others, smiled, said nothing, just like when he first came to this life, and went on down and gone.

His steps are loose, but his destination is very clear.

At the end of the alley, there are small bridge houses, smoked willow painting platforms, and gorgeous and spacious pavilions that look peaceful and safe in the snow.

It is Xunxian Pavilion.

He walked in and asked, "Is there anyone else up there?"

The boss knew him and said: "No one, no one. How can anyone come at this time? Hundred ghosts are walking in the night. Everyone remembers what happened last year. Except for the brave ones, who else dares to come today?"

Xuehuai smiled and walked up slowly.

The Xunxian Pavilion was really empty, as if it was prepared for his arrival at this moment.

Xuehuai was very at ease, he went to the balcony outside on the second floor, sat on a high place to drink tea and eat snacks.The snow fell in succession, the attic was silent, but the commotion outside was getting bigger and bigger.

Where a hundred ghosts pass by, not a single blade of grass grows.

Xuehuai stood up, glanced downstairs, and saw that no one was leaning on the railing, so she pursed her lips, got up and wanted to go back, closed the door with her hands back, and sprinkled a handful of golden melon seeds.

No one snatched it, but it just rolled on the ground clangingly, like broken jade and jade, which sounds good.

After spreading, Xuehuai was distracted for a while, and then prepared to close the door.

Then I heard the gentle wind passing by——

The scenery outside suddenly changed.Xuehuai held the door frame with her hands, and before it closed, she saw that the snow suddenly changed color, turning into a peach-like pink.

If you take a closer look, it's not the snow that has changed color, but the real peach blossoms.The towering peach trees in the courtyard suddenly twirled, grew, and bloomed rapidly in the bitter cold wind. The petals fell with the wind and gathered into a mist of flowers that filled the sky, and the fragrance of the flowers was overwhelming.

Immediately afterwards, all the trees in the mountains and forests faded away, and their green leaves grew vigorously. The clouds and haze dispersed, and the sunlight shone through, dazzling the eyes.The snow that is still drifting melts into rain, and turns into long strands like filaments, which are crystal clear and look round and sweet; then the green leaves turn into wind red, dyeing the whole area in front of you red, the situation changes endlessly.

Anytime, anywhere, new leaves grow, new flowers bloom, red maples fall to the ground, and branches wither.Clouds, fog, rain, and wind are about to fascinate people's eyes.

This is the promise he gave him, not an illusion created by illusionists, but a real way to command the growth of all things, and to be able to manipulate the seasons at will.

Only the Immortal Master of Jiuzhou can have this kind of means.

"Not coming out yet?" Xue Huai said with a smile.

There was a cracking sound, the sound of someone stepping on fallen leaves.The next moment, a young man in black with white hair and bright red eyes appeared in front of him, stepped into his eyes from the gazebo, and looked at him deeply.

With his smile, Xue Huai tilted her head, turned and ran back.He ran slowly in front, but the people behind hurriedly chased him. It was not until Yun Cuo pulled him back and carefully pulled him closer to his arms that Xue Huai just laughed out loud.

Yun Cuo looked down at him, panting slightly, shrugging his shoulders, his eyes were dark and dark, without light.

"Snow……"

Yun Cuo seemed to be identifying him.He stepped forward suddenly, suddenly deepened his strength, and hugged him tightly in his arms.

He was so hard that Xuehuai felt that his waist was about to be cut off by him, and even breathing became difficult.

At that moment, as if the person approaching the flame felt the heat, Xuehuai vaguely grasped some emotions of the person in front of him at that moment. It was a deep backlog of despair and happiness that was so dull that people could not breathe, as if after a catastrophe. The rest of my life seems to be lost and found again.

It was fate that made them meet again. The person who was abandoned by all living beings from birth finally got the favor of fate once.

——Don't be afraid, your name is Xuehuai, isn't it?I'll walk you home.

Then a timid young man followed him all the way, and finally gave him a pair of shoes.

Xue Huai smiled lightly.

He stood on tiptoe and hugged the person in front of him even harder.

He said: "Dare to ask this young man, what is his name, where did he come from, and where is he going? Why is it so unseemly that you dare to rush up to hug me the first time you see me?"

Yun Cuo looked down at him, and said softly, "My surname is Yun Cuo, and I come from Xue's house in Dongzhou. I want to find someone to go back and marry him."

Xuehuai also said: "Then what do you think of me? My name is Xuehuai, and I am waiting for someone to pick me up and marry him."

Outside the window, peach blossoms and snowflakes fluttered together and fell one after another. The sun was shining brightly, illuminating the clear eyes of the two of them.

This is the most suitable first meeting, it is like old friends at first sight, and it is not too late to meet each other.Because of lovesickness and illness, because of parting and drunkenness, in the end, the moon climbed the branches, the flowers fell into the water, and the king went to the attic again.

Everything is fine, it's not too late to meet.

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