On the Love and Killing Romance between Silly Baitian and the Great Demon King

The Great Elder received the letter three months later.

The handwriting on the letter was that person's usual flamboyant, short content, only two words, short of money.

The elder elder had a slight bulge of blue veins on his forehead, he held back the little brother who came to deliver the letter, "Where is the person who gave you this letter?"

"I don't know about this, he just came to me suddenly," the little brother said carelessly, "Oh, he also said that he would come back tonight to pick up what he wanted. By the way, are you here the Devil's Cult? It kind of feels like it."

The Great Elder's face darkened again and again, and finally he forced a smile and sent the little brother down the mountain.

The man really did what he said, and he came over in the middle of the night, and stretched out his hand to the elder with a smile, "Where's my money?"

The great elder's forehead kept jumping, "Do you want Mingbi?"

"You, you, you, you," the Great Elder slapped the stone table, "You! You two! You two! You two have played the whole game!"

That day on the cliff, when the two fell from the top of the cliff, no one expected it.When the two parties rushed over, there was nothing under the cliff, only the snowflakes were blown by the wind and drifted in the valley.

The valley is bottomless.

I'm afraid I'm going to die if I fall.

But these two people not only did not die, but one of them was standing in front of him, with a handsome face and a spring breeze on his face, reaching out his hand to ask him for money.

"Excessive!" The Great Elder squeezed out two words from between his teeth after holding back for a long time.

There used to be a cave under the cliff.

The leader turned over and led the master into the hole steadily, the movement was done in a calm and unhurried manner, the little master pressed his face into his arms, silently thinking how it looked like it was calculated.

After landing, the head of the door raised his hand and pushed away the person who was still holding him and refused to let go, and sat down with his back to that person, his expression still very cold.

The leader walked over and put the cloak on the headmaster, but the headmaster refused and shouted, "My internal strength is not much worse than yours, I don't need it, take it away and get out."

The leader ignored him and wrapped him round in a cloak, with the fur collar standing up around his head, leaving only a pair of eyes in the end.

The snowflakes fell outside, the sect leader didn't speak, the leader waited for him to speak, and was silent for a long time.

"You really have nothing to tell me?" The leader sighed.

"I should ask you this." The headman gave him a cold look.

"What do you want to hear?" the leader asked.

The result is that both sides are speechless again.

"Come on, let's go, you won." The leader tore off the hem of his clothes and wrapped it carelessly around his hands, leaned over and sat face to face with him.

"Then let's start from the beginning? Drive you away? No reply? What else?"

"My thought report," the leader paused, "I hold grudges very much."

"Oh?" The leader raised his eyebrows.

"In the past, you never wrote notes for me when handing in thought reports." The head said, "Did you never read them at all?"

"How is it possible," the leader laughed.

That's because he thought his handwriting was messy, and he always felt that it would be unsightly to add a few strokes next to the neatly written official script, so he was reluctant.

What's more, what he wrote is really similar to what he wrote when he was a child.

"When I was young, my master, that is, the old leader, always asked me to write thought reports. Like you, I always wrote about chivalry and righteousness. In the future, I will be a hero of the world and save the common people from the fire and water." The leader smiled. "It's pretty silly."

"Later my master was framed by someone and became the devil that everyone shouted to kill in the martial arts. There was nowhere to prove his innocence, and he no longer went to prove it. Teach, and be at ease from now on."

"That year I was nine years old, I burned everything I wrote, and followed Master to Mount Dongji." The leader narrowed his eyes, "Since then, I no longer want to be a hero. A chivalrous man's realm is nothing more than this."

"I really didn't want to hand you over at that time. I didn't know what kind of appearance they would teach you. I was most afraid of teaching you to be as hypocritical as them." The leader patted the head of the little master, "But The informal style of the Demon Cult really doesn't suit you, but your father is still a clear-headed figure, so I'm relieved to return you to him."

"Now, I regret it." He paused, "You still have to stay by my side."

Even without today's battle, he would have to take him away sooner or later.

Those old fritters in the rivers and lakes are no match for this young master who can only practice swords.

The little master didn't speak.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't know these thoughts, it's just that he didn't receive a word for a whole year, which is always uncomfortable.

During that whole year, the little master told himself that as long as that person was willing to reply to a letter, even if it was just a letter, even if it was only a few words, he would follow him, fearless in all calamities, and never look back.

But he didn't, so he could only bury himself together with those years, and from then on, he had no distracting thoughts, and only followed the right path all the way.

"The worst thing I ever did was to hand you back," the leader said slowly, "You know, even if you wiped out the demon sect today, you won't be able to be the leader if you go back. This is just a reason. There are thousands of obstacles waiting for you in front of you. One day you will not die at the hands of evil people, but will only die under conspiracy."

"I know." The master said.

"you know?"

"I know." The head said calmly, looking up at the person opposite, "I didn't want to be the leader, and none of this has anything to do with me. I came here because someone still owes me an explanation."

"Is that the way to say it?" The leader laughed, and moved a few inches closer to him, pretending not to know, "What way to say it."

"My letter." The headmaster paused every word, "I just said that I hold a grudge."

"I can't go back. How do you want me to go back?" The leader lazily leaned against the cave wall, resting his head on his hands, and glanced at him.

"Every letter of yours ends with a sentence, how is the leader's life today." He said, "How do you want me to reply? Do you want me to say something wrong?"

His eyes closed slowly, and his breathing stagnated, "Every day you leave, I have a bad life."

The little head looked up, and the man was leaning beside him, not turning his head to look at the flying snow outside the cave, he just reached out with one hand, gently holding the corner of his clothes, refusing to let go.

"You said you hold grudges very much, so remember it." The man continued, "Anyway, the future will be long, and you can settle these accounts slowly."

He took out a small sandalwood box from his bosom, and turned to look at him with a smile on his face.

"Taozhi is hired, are you still willing to go with me?"

"So, so! Shouldn't you explain it to me?" the Great Elder roared.

"Oh, there is a hole under the cliff, that's it, it's gone." The leader smiled.

"that's it??"

"That's it." He narrowed his eyes and smiled contentedly.

The leader stood up, counted some banknotes and put them in his arms, and patted the elder on the shoulder, "Let's go first, I will go to Jiangnan to see the peach blossoms in a few days, and I will come back next month to get the banknotes. Remember less say."

"What about after that?" The Great Elder looked disbelieving, "Everyone in Jianghu thought you two were dead, what about you two? Just keep dying like this?"

"Why not?" The man smiled so softly rarely, standing in the wind, wearing a red shirt and tall and tall, "From now on, it will be only me and him."

The author has something to say: it’s over, I’m still very happy to write the first short essay