The Demon Road of the Republic of China

The evening when Rong Fei walked up to Changqing Mountain, the fire burned the clouds and ignited half of the sky.

The young man in front of the bamboo grove sat cross-legged on a tall rock, slowly opened a pair of well-shaped phoenix eyes and looked at him, his handsome and solemn face was as dignified and elegant as depicted in a meticulous painting.

The sun was sinking in the west, and the floating light fell on his long black hair and pure Taoist robe, which was hazy and quiet, like the remnant of a fairy that was accidentally peeped.

Rong Fei froze on the spot, staring blankly, then saw the young man say: "My name is Gu Jinghan, what's your name?"

Her lips moved, and Rong Fei found her own voice: "Rong Fei, my name is Rong Fei...the talented Fei."

"From today on, you are my junior brother."

In a word, the beggar who climbed out of the ruined temple became the third owner of Evergreen Temple.

The old Taoist is an inaction, he will only chant scriptures behind closed doors all day long, and he will not see these two cheap disciples for many years.Rong Fei entered the Evergreen Temple, and there was only one Gu Jinghan with him day and night.

Gu Jinghan put Rong Fei, who was only six years old, in the bedroom next to his, but this junior seemed to be very timid. Whenever there was thunder or rain, or he had a nightmare, he would come knock on his door and hug him. The pillow stared at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes, wrapped his arms around his neck and slid into his arms, and asked him to tell stories to fall asleep.

Gu Jinghan thought to himself that his heart was as cold as a stone, but every time he met this little junior, he was helpless.

"I'm still young, of course I'm afraid, it'll be fine when I grow up." Rong Feilai said with a smile on Gu Jinghan's bed.

He knew that Gu Jinghan was manipulating him.

This senior brother whose face was so cold that it was icy cold was terribly soft-hearted towards him.

The naughty boy who was a few years old was still a little bit disciplined at first, but later he became a bird out of the cage, playing happily in the entire Evergreen Mountain, causing disasters to the entire mountain.Those who swim in the water, those that fly in the sky, and the orchids that the old Taoist likes most in the garden, have all been destroyed by him.

But Gu Jinghan never really reprimanded him.

Even when she was in her teens, Rong Fei would often roll all over in mud, and was taken out of the forest by Gu Jinghan and brought back to the Taoist temple, where she would be slapped with a ruler without pain.

It really didn't hurt, but within half an hour, the man still had to hold his hand and carefully apply the medicine.

Rong Fei never told Gu Jinghan that in fact he doesn't like to be mischievous, but Gu Jinghan's eyes were too serious and focused when he applied the medicine for him, and he wanted these eyes to only look at him forever.

I don't know when this kind of emotion captured his mind, making him fall into it, unable to extricate himself, and unstoppable.

But as he grew up, he knew that it was out of date for him to do these things again.

Rong Fei who grew up began to follow Gu Jinghan to do morning lessons, practice swords, meditate and practice, and occasionally go down the mountain to go shopping in the market, and became more honest and obedient.

Until at a market, Rong Fei accidentally opened an untitled storybook.

Just a few glances made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

It was raining heavily on the way back that day, Gu Jinghan and Rong Fei shared an umbrella and walked slowly up the mountain.

Rong Fei stepped back uncomfortably, his restrained and dark eyes glanced at Gu Jinghan's side face from time to time, contradictory and gloomy.

"Junior Brother." Gu Jinghan stopped suddenly.

Rong Fei was caught off guard, bumped into his shoulder, and was about to avoid it, but Gu Jinghan grabbed his back with his backhand and leaned half into Gu Jinghan's arms.

"Brother, what's wrong..." Rong Fei's whole body was stiff, and the tip of his tongue was trembling.

"Come closer." Gu Jinghan glanced at him, and pressed his palm on his wet shoulder, "It's wet."

A thunderbolt suddenly fell from the sky.

Rong Fei suddenly reached out and hugged Gu Jinghan's waist, buried his face firmly in the crescent of Gu Jinghan's neck, and after a moment of silence, he said: "Senior brother... I'm afraid."

Ever since Rong Fei grew into a young boy, Gu Jinghan had never had such close contact with him, and the warm and cool breath invaded him, making him startled slightly.

The hand that wanted to push away was raised, but it gently wrapped around the boy's waist.

"Squeamish."

Rong Fei rubbed his hands: "You raised them."

Gu Jinghan sighed, such a shameless junior was really raised by him.

The shameless Rong Fei also likes to push his feet.

From this day on, he would lazily lean towards Gu Jinghan's side from time to time, leaning against him.

He also collected a bunch of love poems and read them to Gu Jinghan all day long. Gu Jinghan asked him if he knew what it meant, and he replied with a smile: "It means I like senior brother."

It was ambiguous, but it still hit Gu Jinghan's heart.

There is no incense in Changqing Temple, and the livelihood of the entire Taoist temple depends on the one-acre three-point field on the mountain.

Gu Jinghan doesn't have the slightest talent in farming, and every year there is no harvest, so he has to go down the mountain occasionally to tell fortunes and catch ghosts to make ends meet.Until one time in a ghost-hunting battle, Gu Jinghan was plotted against and couldn't afford to be seriously injured. Rong Fei walked dozens of miles with him on his back and returned to the Taoist temple.

Since then, Gu Jinghan has been confined by Rong Fei in Changqing Mountain.

Every morning, Rong Fei changed into bunt clothes and went to tidy up the fields. Gu Jinghan helped carry water, but Rong Fei often disliked him and drove him out of the field.

"Senior brother, you see calluses on my hands, it's ugly, please rub it for me..."

"Brother, I burned my rice today, and I want to eat the fish you cooked..."

"Senior brother, look now that I farm and you cook, do we look like a young couple? Or am I the kind of child bride..."

The smoke is curling up, accompanied by the bells of the incense, and it is quiet and beautiful in the evening and sunset.

Rong Fei often feels that it is not bad to live like this for the rest of his life, as long as he can see his senior brother and his senior brother can watch him.But such days did not last long.

The old Taoist accepted a third apprentice, who was transformed into a demon from Changqing Mountain, and named him Changqing.

Changqing was born as an ignorant baby, and after being taken care of by the old Taoist for a year, he became a hands-off shopkeeper again, throwing the child to two young people.

Rong Fei and Gu Jinghan's wish to be a young couple has come true, it's still the kind of a fat boy who doesn't need a bridal chamber.

Although Rong Fei disliked Changqing being in the way, but on the other hand he made a small basket, carrying Xiao Changqing up and down the river every day, playing mischievous things everywhere.

Gu Jinghan did not have the kind of indulgence that Rong Fei had seen in him, but was very strict. When Changqing just learned how to walk, he was taught to practice swords by hand.

But Gu Jinghan would also make sweet-scented osmanthus candies for Changqing, take him to the market to buy small puppets and sugar figurines, teach him principles, and take him to read scriptures, just like he did to Rong Fei, but it was a little different.

Time is the most difficult test, and it is fleeting in the blink of an eye.

When Changqing was an adult, Gu Jinghan closed the door.

It was also in that year that the old Taoist gave Rong Fei a letter, asking Rong Fei to go down the mountain to become the national teacher of the Qi Dynasty and guard its century-old national destiny.

"Why does it have to be me?" Rong Fei couldn't be bothered to understand.

The old man said in a low voice: "If it's not you, then it's your senior brother. He is now in a critical moment of retreat. You can figure it out."

Rong Fei was still not happy, but the old man added to the flames: "Your brother won't be able to get out of the test for a hundred years. After a hundred years, when you come back, he is out of the test. I promise you one thing for the teacher."

Surprised that his mind was exposed, Rong Fei simply packed his luggage and went down the mountain.

Before leaving, he spent a whole night writing a long letter and stuffed it under the crack of the door of Gu Jinghan's room.

The letter contained a bunch of trivial exhortations and random words, which were repeated in length, disturbing people's eyes.

In the end, there was only a very shameless sentence left: "Brother, when your child bride comes back, I want to marry you."

100 years, for practitioners, is actually very fast.

When Rong Fei was thinking this way, he had arrived at Qishan City, the capital of the Daqi Dynasty.

Qishan City is built on the mountain, majestic, majestic and expansive.

The highest place in the palace is the residence specially built for the national teacher, Tianji Terrace.

The Qi Dynasty placed divine power above the imperial power, and the young emperor welcomed Rong Fei, the new national teacher, in with great force.

Rong Fei didn't like Tianjitai, so he built a thatched hut in the back mountain and closed it up.

The entire Daqi Dynasty knew that there was a fairy-like national teacher in the back of the palace, who subdued the strange embroidered shoes and skeleton babies in the dry well of the harem, and raised a little snake that couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south, and could only hit walls.

The national teacher has been like a day for decades, his face has not changed, and he is held high on the altar.

As long as Rong Fei leaves the back mountain, no matter where he goes, he will be on his knees.Gradually, he stopped going out, sealed the door, and closed it completely.

Perhaps it is indeed a seedling of Taoism, Rong Fei has only retreated for two to thirty years, and suddenly one day, he seemed to sense something in the dark, his body was pulled by an inexplicable energy, and he opened his eyes.

In an instant, black clouds surged and gathered, heavy snow flew, and the sky was dark.

A pair of eyes opened from the sky, overlapping with Rong Fei's eyes, condescending, looking towards the world.

Every phenomenon in the world, the six realms of reincarnation, all come into view, but before you take a closer look, a bloody light wells up in front of your eyes.

Peeping at the way of heaven is disrespectful!

Blood gushed from Rong Fei's eyes in an instant, and the energy in his body escaped uncontrollably.Two strands came out of the formation, one drifted into the palace, and the other fell into the body of a newborn baby.

Inside the majestic palace, the old emperor who was seriously ill and dying suddenly widened his eyes, grasped the hand of the emperor Sun Wenxu, and stared at one direction with his loose pupils.

That is to say, in that direction, the reincarnated Yan Ziqi and Lu Chenyuan were born at the same time.

The woman whose lower body was covered with blood fell into the snow, listening to the loud cry of the baby, a smile slowly appeared on her pale and beautiful face.

"He named you... Ziqi."

The woman's hand gently caressed the baby's face.

A ray of dim golden light came from nowhere and submerged into the baby's body silently, without being noticed by anyone.

It's just that the baby's crying stopped suddenly, like a premature death, which foreshadowed the inevitable disaster that would come.

The author has something to say: Forgotten babies can look back before and after Chapter 33 qwq

In addition, spoiler alert: Do you still remember the three fat friends who sealed the demon with Gu Jinghan?