Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Seven years ago, under the main peak of Xuyun.

The fireflies flashed on and off in front of my eyes, gradually blurring into a cloud of water mist.The boy in black was carrying an iron knife on his back and was running in the rugged mountains.

"... ho... ho..."

The 12-year-old Fang Zhiyuan's face was pale, he was panting violently, and cold sweat dripped from his chin.The surroundings were dark, and the shadows of trees and the cold wind passed by quickly.

Faint red marks ooze from all over the clothes, which are the wounds left by Yin Yao.

Just yesterday, there was a handsome little fairy who frowned at the tip of her beautiful brows, changed his dressing carefully, and told him to rest well and not to move around.

The smell of the medicine was slightly bitter, and the girl in red sat on the edge of the bed shaking her little feet, curiously wanting to feed him the medicine.

—Only overnight, those brief moments of peace come to an end.

He is leaving.

The wound opened and blood gushed out.The loss of blood made consciousness gradually hazy, and breathing became more and more difficult.

Until a certain moment, the boy in black fell forward without warning.The hillside was steep, Fang Zhiyuan rolled straight down, countless tree roots and weeds scraped bloody wounds.

His back slammed into the boulder, his eyes went dark, he felt that his lungs and spine were smashed, the sweet liquid choked out of his throat, and he coughed so much that he almost fainted the next moment.

"Cough cough cough...! cough cough..."

Fang Zhiyuan trembled all over, his eyes were slack, he coughed blood in a low voice, and struggled to get up.

Looking up, a bright moon pierced through the clouds and was hanging high on the zenith.

He vaguely thought to himself: Ah, when the moon rises, the mountain road will be a little easier to walk on.

he's leaving...

Fang Zhiyuan gritted his teeth and continued to walk quickly in the mountains, his body covered in blood, sweat and dust.With one deep foot and one shallow foot, he staggered and fell countless times.

He thinks about tomorrow.

Tomorrow, when dawn rises, every inch of the now-dark mountain will be brightened, green and alive.

Tomorrow, the little fairy on the mountain peak will wake up.

"..."

Fang Zhiyuan's icy pupils seemed to have light spots flickering deep in them.

That little fairy, he would open his eyes lazily, bathed in the white morning light, and put on Shengxue's robe.

He stood up, his body was slender and thin, his neck was so soft and white, and his long loose hair was so black.

When he smiled, his lips were red and his eyes were clear.

Tomorrow, he will make porridge and a sweet rice cake... Yes, he said yesterday that he would make rice cakes.The soft and glutinous white cake is cut into small pieces, covered with a layer of golden nectar, and the small flower stamens are exquisite and lovely.

Tomorrow, he will turn his clear eyes, hug the little girl in the red skirt, and talk to himself casually.The tone of voice is warm and light, like a wisp of cloud and mist in the mountains.

...No, I don't have myself anymore.

——When the sun was setting on the western mountain, he heard Yu Hongtanglai giggling in Lin Lingqing's arms, "Master is coming back, will he like Brother A Yuan?"

Lin Lingqing rubbed the top of her hair and said, "I will."

At that time, he woke up suddenly, he had been immersed in the warmth that did not belong to him for too long.Lin Lingqing is innocent and ignorant of world affairs, and Yu Hongtang is immature and naive, but there will always be a sensible person who will pour cold water on him and drag him out of the illusion.

He dazedly imagined the scene where Lin Lingqing looked at him with indifferent or sad eyes, and said to him "Let's go" with a flick of his sleeves, and he felt that all internal organs were filled with bitterness.

But he was relieved quickly.

He was so used to it, his heart was numb, it was just a dream.

He is leaving, he has strayed into fairyland and has stayed for too long.He will fall back into his blood and darkness, he has no dawn.

His short dream will wake, his long night will come.

The shadows of trees in front of him suddenly opened up, and the moonlight poured into his eyes.He finally passed through the forest.

Fang Zhiyuan stopped suddenly.

He was dizzy and his pupils constricted slightly.

Why……

He gasped intermittently and stood under the dim shadow of the tree, his eyes frighteningly dark.

"You still won't let me go?"

On the cliff under the darkness of night, stood a figure.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the white robe is better than the snow.

"Lin Lingqing," Fang Zhiyuan pulled the corners of his lips coldly, his voice was hoarse and piercing, "Your good master hasn't explained clearly to you, what am I?"

He still wanted to hold on to that coldness and ferocity, but in fact he was almost unable to hold on.

The physical condition of the seriously injured man was already extremely poor, and he had already reached his limit after running for several hours in the cold night and deep in the mountains, but now he just refused to pass out because of the heat in his heart.

He was afraid that if he passed out, he would not be able to leave.

"..."

Lin Lingqing stood far away on the rock, and asked calmly: "You have gone down the mountain, and the mountain is also facing the sea. You don't even have a boat, how can you cross the sea?"

Fang Zhiyuan raised his head: "It has nothing to do with you. If you are here to see you off, then you will be exempted. Get out."

Lin Lingqing sighed softly.

He no longer looked down at the black shirt with a knife on his back, but looked up quietly at the galaxy in the sky like a white waterfall hanging upside down.

After a long time, he suddenly asked, "Is that your star?"

Fang Zhiyuan also looked up, and the red light of the disaster star fell into his eyes.

His eyes gradually lost focus, and he said, "Yes."

Lin Lingqing: "There are seven thousand stars in the world, only it can compete with the bright moon for brilliance."

Fang Zhiyuan: "..."

"Just because of this star, the world hates you and bullies you?"

"I also harm the world. I don't owe anything."

"Are you really a cursed star?"

"I can feel it, it's attached to me."

The mountain wind blows in a silent place.

Lin Lingqing's cloud-patterned headband danced behind him, and the red light of the disaster star just fell on it, like blood staining white snow.

Lin Lingqing asked calmly: "Is there really no solution?"

Fang Zhiyuan's heart welled up with depression for no reason.He poked his chest hard, and sneered self-deprecatingly: "Oh, yes. I will live forever for a billion years, and wait for that cursed star to fall! This fate will be solved naturally—"

Enough is enough, too much useless gossip has been said.He raised the corners of his sharp eyes wearily, "Have you asked enough! Why don't you get out!?"

Lin Lingqing said: "Master told me that immortals who have cultivated to cross the catastrophe have the ability to move mountains and fill the sea; and as long as they pass the catastrophe of ascension, even the birth and death of the sun, moon and stars are within a single thought."

"So?" Fang Zhiyuan was impatient, his breathing was gradually unsteady, and he gritted his teeth and sneered, "It's ridiculous! Are you going to encourage me to ask with a pure heart and become the one who has never ascended in a thousand years—"

"I will ascend to become a fairy."

The cold voice interrupted the hoarse voice.

Fang Zhiyuan suffocated suddenly!

On the side of the mountain, there is a long wind passing by.

The young Lin Lingqing, dressed in a white robe Shengxue, has elegant features, and behind him is the vast night sky, boundless.

He raised his sleeves, and pointed at the red star with a white porcelain-like slenderness.When the starlight fell, the fingertips seemed to be dyed a little red.

"At that time, I will kill this star for you."

"!——"

Fang Zhiyuan opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

Like being killed by lightning.

For a moment, his mind was blank, and he thought it was absurd and funny, thinking to himself: What did this person say?kill what?

"You are a very good star, I like you."

Soft and soft voice, clear and light tone, but the words that spit out are shocking.

Lin Lingqing fell from the cliff, he walked towards Fang Zhiyuan in the dark, and said calmly: "Don't go, stay by my side, and watch me become a fairy and kill a star for you, okay?"

Fang Zhiyuan froze and couldn't move, thinking crazily: He said he wanted to ascend, he wanted to kill... the stars! ?Kill the disaster star! ?

He also said hi... like - like what! ?

Fang Zhiyuan stared at Lin Lingqing, only feeling top-heavy, and his whole body was hot and cold.He looked, he looked, looked... Suddenly he couldn't help but smiled slightly trembling.

——Because he unexpectedly found that Lin Lingqing's face was calm and composed.This person is serious, this person is really serious...

Lin Lingqing's hand stroked his pale and cold cheek: "Ah Yuan."

"Don't touch me!" Fang Zhiyuan shuddered all over, as if he had been burned, he slapped his hand away.

"Lin Lingqing... You, you really... don't know life and death! You don't know the heights of the sky and the earth!" Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were red, and he panted chaotically, "How capable do you think you are to bear the fate of others..."

Lin Lingqing said: "The sky is high and the earth is thick, what does it have to do with me? Why should I know? I don't want to know the heights of the sky and the depth of the earth, and I don't want to know life and death. I just want to know if you are willing to stay now."

"Impossible...you are crazy!! As long as I live one more day, the Yin Yao that I attract will become stronger...One day...one day—you don't want to die, and you don't care about your master and sister Life!?"

"But as long as I live one more day, I will be stronger than that. If so, can I always be stronger than Yin Yao and protect you forever?"

Lin Lingqing tilted his head, what he said made sense.

"You..." Fang Zhiyuan's eyes darkened for a while, he couldn't stand still, took two steps back, and shook his head collapsed, "You, you will...you will regret it...you will..."

Before he finished speaking, he collapsed powerlessly like a puppet that has been unthreaded.

Lin Lingqing caught him with both hands and hugged him horizontally.

Fang Zhiyuan's consciousness was intermittent, his eyelids were trembling, and he was still muttering to himself with difficulty, "You...will be harmed by me..."

Lin Lingqing changed his posture, let him rest his head and neck on his shoulder, and gently coaxed him distressedly: "Good boy."

Lin Lingqing hugged Fang Zhiyuan, stepped on the rocks, and walked back towards the mountain peak.

Fang Zhiyuan was in a daze, and the moment before he fell into a coma, the frozen memory suddenly broke——

It was the cold waves rushing towards the sea, and the Yin demon screaming sharply. There was a young man who was so dirty out of the deep sea with a pair of white hands.

It's the same breath, the same posture.

the same people.

Above the sky, the cursed star was shining faintly with a blood-red light.Fang Zhiyuan only felt that he was not in the world of mortals.

He seemed to be in a daze in the ancient times where thousands of stars hovered, and met the fairy god with bright eyes.

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The flying sword lifted off, and a ray of snow pierced the night sky.

To these two people, Zhu Qi's family's mansion is just a place where they can come and go as they please, talking and laughing.

Lin Lingqing manipulated the sword and said with a low smile, "You are not as cute as you were then."

He sighed again: "For so many years, you were afraid of harming me, fought with me, and pretended to be fierce in front of me with grinning teeth. Who would have thought that in the end it was you who protected me time and time again..."

"..."

Fang Zhiyuan paused, cast his eyes on the dark night sky, and said absently and hoarsely: "I am willing."

Now he is no longer a boy who would be offended by the word "cute", he just thinks in his heart——

He begged Lin Lingqing to cultivate immortality in this life, but the man avoided him again.

In Lin Lingqing's previous life, he only cultivated to the golden core stage in his cultivation of immortals, but he cultivated to the transcendence of catastrophe in his cultivation of demons. It is self-evident which one he will be more familiar with, faster and stronger in this life.

only……

That is a dangerous road after all.

Fang Zhiyuan let out a deep breath.The night was already very deep, and the cool wind passed over Liuhuazhou.

The inn can already be seen.