The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, it is me who turns back

Extra Story Three Marriages (1)

Speaking of Long Xiao and Qinghe's first acquaintance, it can be traced back to after the Second Great War of Gods and Demons, when the old devil king sent troops to raid Yunshuijian where the Feng clan lived.

The phoenix divine bird is used to keeping aloof from the world. Although it belongs to the Celestial Clan, because of its respected status, it can stand shoulder to shoulder with the Dragon Clan, so it has more freedom.At that time, the demons came suddenly, and ambushed in all directions in the cloud and water. Once the phoenix went out, it was equivalent to throwing itself into a trap. It can be said that it was trapped in the cloud and water for life.

It was too late when the Celestial Clan received the news.The entire Yunshuijian was destroyed in one fell swoop, and no one was left alive after the destruction of the Feng Clan, except for a small blue bird the size of a palm.

At that time Qinghe was still young, not more than fourteen or five years old according to ordinary people's age, and even a seedling among gods. He was simple-minded and ignorant of world affairs.I thought I could be a rice worm in a bird, mix it up in the ordinary world, and go through the life of the bird without restraint.

It's a pity that bad luck came suddenly, and the Feng family died.A seal with one finger trapped Qinghe in Qingniao's body, and the Manchu blood feud fell on his shoulders alone. Qinghe had to grow up before he understood what "growing up" was.

The seal was so powerful that it directly sealed Qinghe's primordial spirit. Unless he practiced kung fu well enough to break through his cultivation realm, he would not be able to restore his original form.

At the very beginning, Long Xiao didn't see Qing He's real body, he just thought it was a bird raised by the Feng clan, it was very pitiful to be implicated innocently.Therefore, the merciful prince of the Tian clan built an exquisite bird's nest beside his bed, with soft silk cloth inside, and settled the injured Qinghe in it.

Qinghe slept in the "Gentle Township" for three days before waking up slowly. When he woke up, his wings were gently held in the palm of his hand, and Long Xiao was holding a cloth wrapped in medicine and applying it to his wound.

The lip line, eyebrows, Qinghe did not forget, and the sonorous and forceful words, saying that he wants to settle accounts with the devil, are still in his ears.

Qinghe turned his head to look at him, his movements were slight, but he was noticed by those who were focused on changing the dressing.Long Xiao smiled at him, and stroked his fluffy head with his fingers, which happened to be where Feng Ling used to be.

Qing He thought to himself, Feng Ling is as noble as a dragon's horn, so she can't be touched casually.

So he shrank his neck and tried to escape.

"Hey..." Long Xiao stretched out his palm and pressed it against Qinghe's face: "Don't move around, be careful of the wound opening."

This wave of blocking failed, Qinghe didn't feel any pain in the wound, but was very comfortable being touched by Long Xiao.

Finally, after applying the medicine, Long Xiao found a piece of flannelette from nowhere, first gestured at Qinghe, then took out the scissors from the table, and neatly twisted off a small piece.

Long Xiao pursed his lips and put the flannel on Qinghe's belly. The hair on Qingniao's belly was lighter than other places, but it was the softest part of his body, steaming hot.

"Cover it up so you don't catch a cold." Long Xiao touched the bird's belly, and lifted up the little quilt made of flannel: "I'm going to be busy, see you later."

This "night" was a whole day late, Qinghe fell asleep and woke up again, but Long Xiao didn't wait for it, but instead waited for a strange face to come back.

The person who came was handsome, with the same height and long legs as Long Xiao, but his brows and eyes were not as gentle as his, but much calmer—it was Gao Yanru from a thousand years ago.

Gao Yanru went straight to the bird's nest next to Long Xiao's bed, took the medicine next to him, picked up Qinghe's wings and began to wipe, not at all as gentle and patient as Long Xiao.

Qinghe felt a little uncomfortable being pulled by his hair, and flapped his wings in protest.The person who came didn't seem to see it, and didn't lift his eyes.

It's no wonder that Gao Yanru was not happy, he was discussing important matters in the Nine Clouds Palace, the Father God sat on the top, and a line of highly respected immortals stood below, and His Highness the Crown Prince stood beside him.

They were in a state of desperation over the destruction of the Feng Clan. The war faction and the peace faction were arguing fiercely, and they quarreled for a long time without any result.

The scene was chaotic, and the forearm hanging by his side was lightly punched.

Gao Yanru looked at Long Xiao in astonishment, and heard him lower his voice and say, "Yanru, do me a favor. I can't walk away. Help me go to Changxiao Palace to feed a bird."

After finishing a sentence, his lips didn't move.

Even if Gao Yanru was killed, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who has always acted generously and decently, would sneak up on him for help one day in the hall where the immortals gather, like talking small talk in the school of bad scholars, or to feed the birds?

Gao Yan's jaw was about to drop in shock, and reluctantly, with dozens of pairs of eyes on his face, he lied that he had a stomachache, and slipped back to Changxiao Palace.

After wiping the wound, he gave Qinghe more food and water, threw a piece of flannel cloth over the silly bird's head and left, without any appearance of caring for the bird.

Qing He didn't like this person very much, didn't eat any food, and slept wrapped in a small quilt.When Long Xiao came back from his work, he cleverly raised his head and looked at him eagerly.

"Hey? Why don't you eat?" Long Xiao took off his heavy and gorgeous coat, took off the golden crown on his head, and asked while changing his clothes, "Not to your appetite?"

He walked over, wearing a minimalist plain gown, his ink-like long hair was unrestrained, with a few strands hanging down in front of Qinghe as he bent over.

Qinghe felt that this man was so gentle and good-looking, he got up, lightly pecked the back of Long Xiao's hand, and flapped his throbbing wings into his palm, being held firmly by Long Xiao.

"Little thing, what do you like to eat?"

Long Xiao scratched Qinghe and went out, the sky was bright and clear in late spring, the sun outside was just right, and the white jade bricks in Changxiao Palace reflected a layer of gold.

"I'm deserted here," Long Xiao said, "There are so many family affairs in the sky, and I often can't get away. You, it will only be a few days, and I will send you away when the injury recovers."

Every day in Changxiao Palace, there are people from the palace delivering all kinds of snacks. Long Xiao has no preference in this aspect. He is afraid that there will be too many people, so he only asks people to put them in the small kitchen.

At this moment, Gu Qinghe came in handy.

Long Xiao put the bird on a corner of the long table full of beautiful things to see: "Here, pick what you like."

Qing He stood there in a daze, not digesting Long Xiao's last words about sending him away.

He tilted his head to look at the person standing at the door, dressed in golden light, with gentle brows, and a smile that seemed to be there.

Qinghe suddenly felt that this person shouldn't be like this, his smile was weak, as if even the upward arc of the corner of his mouth had been carefully calculated, grasping the most appropriate measure.

A bit of an eyesore.

Qinghe ate a plate of shortbread in a dull manner, guessing that his injury would take a few days to heal, and where he would go after he healed. With a blood feud in his body, he could not count on others, but could only rely on himself. He had to step up his practice, and soon Restore the prototype.

After that, Qing Hean recovered from his wounds with peace of mind.

As he himself said, Long Xiao was very busy, and he was not always in Changxiao Palace. The short period was three or two days, and the long period was more than ten days without seeing anyone.

The injury on Qinghe's wing was almost healed, and he was wandering around in Changxiao Palace by himself, thinking that it was time to say goodbye to Long Xiao.He was engrossed in his thoughts, and flew out from the high palace wall without paying attention, and he didn't know where he went when he realized it.

At that time, Qinghe was still childish and courageous. Growing up in Shuiyunjian, he had never seen the outside world, so he had fun at the moment of novelty.

Relying on his small stature and scurrying around in the sky, he accidentally strayed into the Tiger Garden.

The warriors of the Celestial Clan had just fought a big battle with the Demon Clan and subdued a ferocious beast under the command of the Demon King, Toothless, which was locked inside.As soon as Qinghe entered, he became Yayaless's meal, but this stupid bird flew around and didn't see the fierce beast that was eyeing him.

Toothless is very vicious, although his body is big, his movements are extremely agile. Qinghe only felt a gust of howling wind, and just as he turned sideways, he felt a pain like a bone in his claws, and he was caught by Toothless in his mouth.

What happened next was similar to what Long Xiao described.

That day when Long Xiao had just returned from the battlefield, he was surrounded by the immortal family and came to the Tiger Garden to see the newly caught prey.He coped with it, hiding his exhaustion without showing any signs of mountains and water, and wanted to make a fuss, but unexpectedly saw the blue bird hidden in the palace by himself between the toothless teeth.

Just like that, Long Xiao rescued Qinghe for the second time.

That was also the first time that Qinghe knew Long Xiao's identity. After so many days of recuperation, he only thought that Long Xiao was a busy man, with a golden body, and he seemed to speak a lot.

But that day, when Long Xiao rescued him from Toothless, the immortals behind him couldn't help exclaiming, and even the manic beast was restrained by its aura, and stood there in a daze.

The sound of "Your Highness" hit her ears, and Qing He's heart beat like a drum.

This is Long Xiao, the majestic prince of the Celestial Clan in the rumors?This is what the old patriarch said, the emperor who wants to marry the Feng clan?

The Phoenix clan who lived among the clouds and waters for a long time seldom go out, and no one disturbs them, but the legend about Long Xiao never stops.

Legend has it that on the day he was born, five colors of divine light came to the world, and the sound of ten thousand Buddhas resounded through the nine heavens.

It is said that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince broke the catastrophe in his teens, led troops to fight countless battles, and lost only a handful of battles.

It is said that he is very talented, wise and powerful, personable, and graceful.

Qinghe dragged his injured leg and curled up in Long Xiao's hand to secretly look at it——sighed, no wonder he spoke so confidently.

The poor little blue bird, whose wing injury is about to recover, was almost bitten off by Toothless again, making himself miserable.

Fortunately, this time Long Xiao won the battle and was free, so he accompanied and teased him all day long, like he got something he likes.

From then on, the smile on Long Xiao's face gradually changed, as if he took this unformed blue bird as the only adjustment in his dull life, relying on his inability to speak, he thought that he was still insane Talking to Qinghe carelessly, daring to say anything.The prince of the Tianzu, who is gentle, modest and dignified outside, lost his airs in front of Qinghe, tore off his disguise, and lived a pleasant life for a while.

Until Qinghe's injury was completely healed, Long Xiao was afraid that something would happen if he ran around without knowing his way, so he personally sent Qinghe out of Jiuchongtian.

The weather was not so good that day, it was overcast, Qinghe stood anxiously on Long Xiao's shoulder, looking at the peak and the clouds.

"Stupid bird," Long Xiao said, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "You are free."

Long Xiao patted his shoulder, and jumped onto his hand Qinghe familiarly.

"Let's go, don't come back." Long Xiao scratched the fluff on the top of Qinghe's head as usual, and finally showed a little strange emotion in his eyes: "Go to the world, there is no war there. I will send you here."

Long Xiao let go of his hand and watched the blue bird flapping its wings and flying around him twice.The beautiful and soft feathers swept across the side of his face, and he felt a little itchy: "Let's go."

Qing He vibrated her green feathers, melted into layers of clouds and mist, and disappeared after a while.

Long Xiao spread his palms, and the mist flowed away from between his fingers, taking away the Qinghe residual temperature.

Alone again.

Long Xiao sighed inaudibly, and hid his hands in his sleeves.

On the top of the mountain, overlooking the vast world, the breeze flips the sleeves and blows the blue hair, as if alone in the world.

Long Xiao lowered his brows and eyes in a lonely way, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Where is my freedom, he thought.

So day after day, year after year, the life of the gods is long and far away, and the blue bird is only left behind for a few months, an accident that was caught off guard.

Long Xiao's life was no different from before, with wars, discussions, endless decisions, and endless conversations.

No. 40 three years after the blue bird left, the father died, and the mother god was just pregnant with Longyuan. Long Xiao became the new emperor of heaven as the prince of the heavenly clan.

At that time, the war was too intense, and it was difficult to reproduce offspring, and it was even more difficult to raise the dragon family. Therefore, as soon as Long Yuan was born, Long Xiao sealed him in Tianhe.If one day, he dies in battle, the Dragon Clan will not be extinct.

If it is said that when he was the crown prince, Long Xiao would occasionally reveal his true feelings, but after that, he completely covered himself tightly, his etiquette was still impeccable, his temper was as gentle as usual, and he just didn't let others see it. half thought.

Three months later, the new king, who had just ascended the throne of the Heavenly Emperor, did not even sit on the dragon chair, and went into battle regardless of obstacles, and stepped onto the battlefield he was familiar with.

The battle lasted for half a year. The scale was small, but it was very stalemate.It's all because of a general from the demons who came out of nowhere and howled.This man has two talents, and it took only a few years for him to go from being a nobody to being famous.Coupled with his tough style and ruthless methods, whether it is leading troops to fight or making strategies, he is not inferior to Long Xiao.The old demon king has lost his prestige, and everyone knows that the young enemy in front of him is the future king of the demon clan.

The two armies clashed by the Ruoshui River at the junction of the sky and the devil.

Thousands of years ago, Ruoshui was not as dark as it is now. There are cities on both sides of the bank, and there are scattered immortals or goblins, and the sun can shine here.

Long Xiao stood on the city wall in platinum armor, looking at the corpses strewn all over the field under the beacon fire.

He didn't know where the end of the war was, and he didn't know whether the so-called peace that he and the soldiers of the same race had exchanged for blood and flesh was correct. He could only keep his head down and move forward for the sake of the eternal The truth-evil does not prevail over good.

On this day, Long Xiao led the army with the Lingling Sword in hand, and finally repelled a demon army led by General Chi.

The river of blood dyed Wuchen's white boots red, Long Xiao stepped on thousands of souls, his gentle face was twisted and torn, revealing the slightest pity.

At this moment, he is the holy spirit that is inferior to all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens, and sighs tremblingly for the common people and all things.

General Chi's first defeat led the troops, and he learned a lot.

Yin Chi remembered Long Xiao, and from then on, he only had one thought, which was to tear off Long Xiao's mask of compassion, and even fantasized that one day he would trample this noble emperor under his feet and watch him beg for mercy. See him in pain, see him sink into the devil's den.

The demons retreated to the realm of gods and ghosts, Long Xiao ordered the soldiers to return to the city, but he himself did not return for a long time.

On the empty battlefield, Long Xiao stood alone for a long time without knowing what he was thinking.His shoulders were broad and his waist was narrow, but it seemed that even the shining armor couldn't support him.

Until there was a sound of footsteps behind him, Long Xiao thought it was his subordinates coming down to call him back.

With his back on his back, Long Xiao wiped his face tiredly, gathered his emotions and turned around.

Then he froze.

Since then, the towering city walls and mottled city gates have been scattered everywhere, and the smoke of gunpowder has not yet cleared.

In front of him was a bright red.

Dazzling, eye-catching, and incompatible with this scene.

Long Xiao was rarely stunned, not only surprised by this man's beautiful appearance, but also surprised by his slow reaction.

If it's an enemy, if I'm so careless, I'm afraid I'm dead.

Facing the long and narrow phoenix eyes of the person coming up, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword calmly, and tilted his head slightly, which is a common movement when asking questions.

The person on the opposite side could clearly see his movements, but the corners of his lips were raised and the corners of his lips were raised into a good-looking smile. The vermilion lips were slightly parted, revealing the tips of Zizania's teeth, a little childish and innocent.

"Brother Long Xiao," the visitor called him by his first name without hesitation, "Have you forgotten me?"

Long Xiao paused, feeling somewhat familiar.He lightened his eyes, looked into Yuanshen through the beautiful skin, and then was taken aback for a second.

"you……"

A blue bird the size of a palm appeared in sight, and what was deeper was a cluster of burning flames.

And in the center of the fire, there was a nearly transparent ray of spirit, whose shape did not look like a blue bird at all. After carefully distinguishing it for a moment, Long Xiao was shocked to realize that it was the divine phoenix bird whose entire clan had been exterminated decades ago!

He was still immersed in the shock and couldn't recover for a long time, so he heard the silly bird say with a smile: "I left in a hurry last time, and I haven't told you my name yet."

Long Xiao subconsciously answered, "Huh?"

"My name is Qinghe, remember that."