The devil is right [Rebirth]

In front of him was a vast white fog, and he was alone, and Hong Yuan, who came in first, had disappeared.

"Hongyuan?" Jiang Luoyun tried to call out, but did not get any response. He was so lonely as if he was the only one left in the world. With a trace of the memory of the soul, wandering between the heaven and the earth, without any whereabouts.

"Senior, where do you think this is?" Jiang Luoyun asked the spiritual thought in his head, in order not to appear particularly quiet, he asked out loudly.

Yet still no response.

"Senior?" Jiang Luoyun yelled again, and the trace of the sect leader's spiritual thought seemed to disappear suddenly in his mind.

This is not right!With the cultivation base of the sect leader Chongyuan Transcending Tribulation Period, it is very difficult for the divine sense to be isolated quietly, there must be some mystery in it.

Jiang Luoyun became more and more vigilant, he walked forward slowly, the road was still white, and he couldn't see everything in the world.

So lonely!

As soon as this thought sprouted, it was out of control.The 100 years of the broken soul is like this guarding the boundless loneliness, the fragments of the soul are repaired little by little, the years are long and endless, only myself, only myself...

There was a lonely expression in Jiang Luoyun's eyes, he looked at the boundless world, his eyes showed confusion...

No, not right!I have come back to life!

Jiang Luoyun hurriedly rubbed his face, trying to wake up.There must be something confusing in this place, otherwise how could I suddenly fall into some kind of negative emotion.Now that he has been reborn, the so-called unfortunate past should just become a memory, and now that he can be by the side of his elder brother, he can be regarded as finding his family.

Just as Jiang Luoyun was trying to persuade himself to get rid of his loneliness, the white clouds in front of him suddenly drifted away, revealing an exquisite small courtyard.Although the dean is small, he is exquisite everywhere. There are lotus flowers blooming all year round in the small pond, and a few red carps are swimming under the lotus leaves. There is a small pavilion on the pond, and delicate refreshments are placed on the small stone table in the pavilion. It just so happens that A Niang should help Dad dry out books in the front yard...

The moment Jiang Luoyun was dazzled, he was already sitting at the stone table in the small pavilion, with refreshments on his right.Jiang Luoyun noticed that his hand on the table was obviously a child's hand, fleshy, tender and small.

"Young master, you are lazy here again. The master asked me to find you. I can tell you a unique book, and I want to open your eyes." A smiling attendant said to Jiang Luoyun.

Jiang Luoyun looked up at the attendant, and called out a name to the attendant in a daze: "Cong'an?"

"That's right, it's me." Cong An said with some concern, "Young master, are you confused? Do you need me to find a doctor to show you?"

Jiang Luoyun shook his head: "It's...it's okay, I'm just..." Jiang Luoyun looked at the path in front of him, he knew it was a bit wrong, but as long as he walked through this path and the corridor, he could see the tenderness A mother and a serious looking father.

"Oh! I see, the young master still wants to drink a bowl of lotus seed and white fungus soup made by Madam?" Cong An said with a smile, "Would you like Cong An to help you talk to Madam?"

It was the same that day, he wanted to eat the lotus seed and white fungus soup made by A Niang, but A Niang said that today's lotus seeds didn't look very pleasing, so she didn't want to make it, so she ran to the pavilion in the small courtyard and sulked.Dad sent Cong An to comfort himself, and then...

When Jiang Luoyun raised his head again, the sun, which was originally still at noon, suddenly slanted westward, and the blood-red and cold sunset was about to fall from the sky, and the fiery red clouds seemed to be on fire...

Cong An's face was in a trance in front of him, distorted and deformed in the afterglow...

Jiang Luoyun couldn't convince himself to sit on the spot and recall that scene. He almost jumped off his seat quickly and ran towards the path. The gravel path was suddenly so long, and the corridor was deep and far away. I almost broke my legs and couldn't move around A-Niang and Dad, but the red clouds in the sky really started to burn, and the fire spread to the front yard. In the raging fire, several distorted faces struggled under the broken wall.

He saw Aunt's ashen face, and his father's weeping eyes at the end.

A Niang said: "Luo Luo, you have to live a good life."

Daddy said: "Lolo, don't hate, this is the retribution we deserve!"

The young Jiang Luoyun stood in front of the ruins, holding a knife tightly in his hand.

Don't hate?Why can't you hate?How can you not hate it?

In one night, his family was ruined and his family was destroyed. Who should he ask for this debt?

"I killed your parents, because this is their due retribution. Now, you can kill me! This is my due retribution!" said an indifferent voice.

Jiang Luoyun raised his head and looked at the boy who was a few years older than himself.The boy has gray hair, like an old man in his twilight, his eyes are cold, as if he is full of disdain for the world.He just stood calmly in front of Jiang Luoyun, dropped the weapon in his hand, and waited for the knife in Jiang Luoyun's hand to pass through his chest, ending this boring life.

What did the young Jiang Luoyun say?

Probably, he put down the knife in his hand, and after finishing a sentence, he turned and left.

And now Jiang Luoyun, after that night, Jiang Luoyun, who has experienced a long nightmare of nowhere, looking at the knife in his hand, in front of him is his own nightmare for many years, could it be that he let it go lightly like this?

Think about the years when I lost my father when I was young and suffered from the warmth and coldness of the world. Think about the years when the Jiang family lost the greatest support and was swallowed up and dissipated. Home, the years when a person fell into the world...

Shouldn't anyone be paying for this?

Jiang Luoyun clenched the knife in his hand, and glared at the gray-haired boy in front of him with blood-red eyes.

In the eyes is a bamboo forest.

It was still the appearance in Hong Yuan's memory.This is an illusion, a very interesting illusion, of course Hong Yuan knows it.After all, apart from myself and that person, who would know that there is such a bamboo forest that bears the ignorance of my youth.This stele was really not simple, it was able to quietly lead me into the illusion created by myself.

He would like to look at that person in the illusion, after all, he can only think about that person's tense side face, boring eyes, and always straight back when he dreams back at midnight occasionally, but he is stubborn. Have a cute little temper.

He used to hate that meddling cultivator, until he appeared a lot and took care of a lot of things. Somehow, that person who only saw the way of heaven in his eyes cultivated into his heart.

Oh, I still miss it very much.

If it's an illusion, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out for a while, so if I look around, maybe I can find something.I hope Jiang Luoyun's little white rabbit won't be too weak, and won't be trapped to death in the illusion. If he is so weak, Ye Xuanling will have to fight himself desperately.As for the strength of the Blood Demon Lord, I didn't intend to try it a second time.

Thinking of this, Hong Yuan walked at a leisurely pace along the familiar path among the bamboo forests, all the way towards the hut in his memory.

The bamboo house is still the same as in memory, don't look at the rough look of the bamboo house, although the sparrow is small, it has all internal organs, and there are many things that should be there.

With a thought in his mind, Hong Yuan walked around the bamboo house, walked to the back of the house, and then stood there in a daze.

There is a water well behind the house, and there is a potter's wheel for fetching water on the well. The potter's wheel was made by myself after several days of research. The man seems to be omnipotent, but he is a real idiot in life. He can't even handle a simple tool. come out.

But at this moment, the person I was thinking of was wearing white clothes, standing by the well, bending over to look at the pulley, as if he was studying it.

Seeing himself looking at him, he was turning his face slightly at the moment, looking at himself with a slight frown.

The person in my memory should be younger and more immature than the person in front of me, with a serious expression, but his brows are not so tightly wrinkled, and the corners of his lips are drawn up. He doesn't look very happy to see him.

Could it be that what I have always wanted to see is him who has been separated from me for many years?

Hong Yuan couldn't help calling softly: "Master."

Chong Yuan looked at Hong Yuan, his frown still did not open slowly, and he said in a displeased tone: "Sinister! Why is your state of mind still stuck in this bamboo forest? Thousands of years have passed, and you are still obsessed with it." ?"

Hong Yuan smiled silently, and muttered: "Why in my fantasy, I want to see the later one?" At the beginning, Chong Yuan would not be so cold and unkind when facing himself, but later Chong Yuan, every time he saw himself, it was as if he had seen something abominable, and when he spoke, he was merciless.

"What did you say?" Chong Yuan stood up and stared over.

That look, already has the majesty when he was the head of the sect, and the arrogance of the sword pointing at the world.

"I don't dare! I just heard that you, an old man, have survived those ninety-nine and eighty-one thunderstorms and successfully entered the immortal class. Why do you still have such a leisurely time to come to the world to play?" Hong Yuan came along, Thinking that no matter how much I miss myself, I won't be imagining a fairy who has already cultivated the immortal body in the illusion, right?

Unexpectedly, Chong Yuan sighed and said: "It is imperative for me to return to this world with this ray of divine sense." What he said seemed to be true.

Hong Yuan stared blankly at Chong Yuan in front of him, his hands trembled, but he picked it up again, put it behind him, and said with a smile: "It is said that ascension to immortality is the lifelong pursuit of a cultivator, but I have never heard of it. And come back again."

"That's not the case in the upper realm..." Chong Yuan stopped talking, and it seemed a little hard to say.

No way, I hope that Chongyuan will have a bad life in the fairy world, and then come back to this world, and then come to myself and cry!

If that's the case... it's the case...

"Why are you standing there?" Chong Yuan waved at Hong Yuan, and said in a commanding tone, "Come with me, and see if there is any way to break this illusion, Jiang Luoyun must be in the illusion right now , His cultivation base is too weak, I don’t worry about it.” And Ye Xuanling, if he is trapped in this illusion as he knows, then the things used to create this illusion must be the key.

Hong Yuan followed in a daze, his mind suddenly became a little confused.If this is an illusion... then this illusion is indeed a bit too real.