Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

The next day, when Lin Lingqing woke up, it just happened to be dawn.

Mojun frowned, and slowly sat up while holding his forehead.

The medicine from Jingui Palace was really good, Lin Lingqing felt it and felt that he was almost fine.

He wiped off the blood stained on the white clothes with a cleanser, then tore off the hair tie and bit it in his mouth, and tied his long hair neatly again with his hands.After the end, I stood up calmly, as if nothing exciting happened this night.

Lin Lingqing turned her head and found Jina's unconscious figure lying on the ground.Half of Ziwei's soul has been imprisoned in his sea of ​​consciousness. Without his permission, this person cannot wake up.

Lin Lingqing raised the corners of her lips, waking Jina awake.

After waking up, Jina looked at him with ashen eyes, and Lin Lingqing smiled and said, "Please ask the Son to retreat with peace of mind, so you don't have to send me down."

Jina said angrily, "I will kill you with my own hands."

Lin Lingqing nodded seriously: "I'll wait."

Lin Lingqing came down from the Xingchen Terrace, bid farewell to the elders of Ziwei Pavilion, and went out through the main entrance.

Before parting, the elder politely asked him if Xiao Xianjun would borrow the millet boat from the Bi Pavilion, Lin Lingqing thought about it, and said with a smile that this place is not far from Liuhua Continent, and he can go back by himself with the sword.

Ziwei Pavilion stands on the mountain, and now the leaves have been dyed bright red and yellow.When the Ziwei Pavilion disciples on both sides opened the gate for him, a peaceful long wind was blowing in front of him.

Lin Lingqing closed her eyes and raised her head, the sun shone on her eyelashes.He smelled the fragrance of grass and trees in the wind.

This time, he finally didn't kill anyone.

He did what he asked for.

Lin Lingqing opened his eyes, his eyes were clear.He slowly walked down the long steps along the mountain road, the sound of his footsteps was crisp.

The dark shadow around his body faded away bit by bit, and the brightness and warmth soaked in bit by bit.

In the haze, it seemed that those monster minions that had entangled him for nearly a hundred years were wiped out in the sun and slowly dissipated behind him.

very nice.

Just as he raised his hand to call out Tunan, he suddenly paused.Lin Lingqing was startled, he saw a person at the corner of the mountain road far away.

An all too familiar figure.

Fang Zhiyuan held the long knife in his arms, leaned his back on a rock, raised his head slightly as if he was looking at the white clouds in the sky.

His usual disheveled hair was blown by the wind, Lin Lingqing couldn't see his expression clearly, but could only see the pleasing side profile and thin lips.

he just...

Have you stood there all night?

Lin Lingqing felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his feet were too heavy to walk.

He knew that Zhiyuan had always regarded him as a fairy in the clouds.

But in fact?

He was dirty more than a hundred years ago.

He killed Jina, Ziwei's holy son who was devoted to the world, and his hands were stained with blood.

He concealed the divination results obtained by the late Ziwei Pavilion Holy Master Ruan Mingtong in exchange for his life, and concealed the disaster predicted by the Ziyao astrolabe.

He falsely passed on Jina's last words, and deceived all living beings in the Three Realms by himself for three full years.

He was so crazy when he was young.But there is a three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, who dares to kill the stars, and also dares to behead Tiangong.He was too fearless and too greedy, he felt that no matter how bad he was, he would put his life to the test, wouldn't he be able to achieve perfection?

He wants his little disaster star, and he also wants peace in the world.

But in the end...he exhausted his efforts and failed to change his fate against the sky.

The evil disaster befell the greatest catastrophe in the immortal world, and many monks died innocently.The war is endless, and the people are dying.

The evil karma of the entire Three Realms has long been on him. He is a demon, a disaster, and the evil of all evils.He's filthy and unsightly, and he still doesn't know how to repent... He's not worth it.

And Fang Zhiyuan...

At the foot of the steps in front of the mountain, Fang Zhiyuan turned his head as if he felt something, his eyes were slightly bright: "Brother."

As soon as he turned around, Lin Lingqing saw that Fang Zhiyuan was holding the summons paper goose he sent out last night.

Fang Zhiyuan's footsteps continued to be light, and he came to Lin Lingqing's body in three steps and two steps, and first hugged him full of him without explaining.

With soft brows and soft eyes, Lin Lingqing leaned on his shoulder and sighed with a smile: "You are so warm."

... At that time, the fairy world was extremely turbulent, and the big sects of the sect only cared about protecting themselves, and there were constant killings among casual cultivators, with bloody corpses everywhere.

It was Fang Zhiyuan, who had been despised by the immortal world for many years, who rose up in the autumn of peril. First, he cleaned up the dirt in the three major families, and then united with the five continents of the immortal world regardless of previous suspicions, protecting countless low-level monks with a Huangyang knife.

you are so warm.

You are the light, you are the savior.

For a long time, whenever the Demon Lord thought of the Immortal Head in silence, he would feel a certain panic.

During the last period of his escape, he often wondered if he was still qualified...to be held in his arms by his little misfortune star.

To this day, he finally did not repeat the same mistakes.

He can be warmed without worrying about getting others dirty.

The twilight of dawn enveloped the two of them, and the light-colored shadows intertwined and stretched along the mountain road.

Fang Zhiyuan supported Lin Lingqing's shoulder and asked eagerly: "Is nothing wrong? How is Jina? What have you guys been doing all night?"

Lin Lingqing said seriously: "Jina went to retreat again. Last night we watched the stars and chatted...I am very happy."

He didn't actually lie.I saw the stars, I watched it in the illusion of the Sea of ​​Consciousness; I chatted, although the content was a bit scary.

As for the truth, of course it cannot be said.

Otherwise, why should he tell Zhiyuan that so many people died in the catastrophe of the Immortal World in the previous life, the Xuyun Sect, the younger brothers and sisters are in disarray, and his senior brother is obsessed with demons and tortured by the backlash of Yin Qi? Because you didn't die when you were 19?

Lin Lingqing felt that this was unfair and unreasonable.

Back then on the stage of mountains, seas and stars, everything was just a thought away.He was the one who prevented Zhiyuan from dying, he was the one who killed Jina, and he was the one who harmed the fairy world... Fang Zhiyuan was ignorant from the beginning to the end, and he had nothing to do with this person.

If Fang Zhiyuan had known, he would have made the same choice as he did on the fishing boat when he was 12 years old.

So... It's unfair and unreasonable for Zhiyuan to bear this crime.

This is his own evil karma, so he should bear it himself.

"Okay," Fang Zhiyuan raised his eyebrows, and pulled Lin Lingqing's face with feigned anger, "I stood down there all night in fear, and you and others are watching the stars on the mountain and sea star platform? Huh?"

Lin Lingqing smiled and said: "Yes, yes... I know I'm not good, so I brought you an apology."

Fang Zhiyuan: "... an apology ceremony?"

Lin Lingqing took out an egg from the Qiankun bag.

Holding it in both hands, he said seriously, "Here."

Fang Zhiyuan's expression was strange: "..."

The egg in Lin Lingqing's hand suddenly trembled, cracking open.

A fluffy, wet newborn chick struggles to writhe out of a shattered eggshell.

It was covered with light purple fur all over its body, and its little light red feet couldn't stand still. It stumbled in Lin Lingqing's palm and let out a thin "chichi" cry.

Fang Zhiyuan looked terrified: "..."

What does it mean? ?

His senior brother accompanied Ziwei Shengzi to the mountain and sea star platform, and brought him an egg! ?

A bird hatched from that egg! ? ?

After calming down and taking a closer look, Fang Zhiyuan was even more surprised. He pointed to Lin Lingqing's palm and said, "This is Zi Xiaoluan? The one you took at Jinchanfang—isn't that a dead egg!?"

"Look," Lin Lingqing showed a mysterious smile, and brought the weak and helpless baby bird to Fang Zhiyuan's eyes, "Look, isn't it cute?"

"..."

Fang Zhiyuan couldn't express his feelings in words, but it was rare for his senior brother to give him something, and it was still a living thing, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "It's very...cute."

For some reason, Zi Xiaoluan, who had just been born from the egg, fluttered her little wings frantically as soon as she was brought up in front of Fang Zhiyuan, screaming "cheep chirp chirp chirp" as if she wished to peck the person in front of her to death .

Lin Lingqing pretended: "It seems to like you very much."

Zi Xiaoluan: "Chi Chi! Chi Chi Chi Chi Chi!!"

Lin Lingqing: "Make a master-servant contract, it is yours."

Fang Zhiyuan: "..."

He suspected that Lin Lingqing was playing him for a fool.

Lin Lingqing: "A name?"

Fang Zhiyuan coughed, "Well, you...get up."

He thought cruelly, as long as his senior brother can go back to Xuyun safely with him, he will admit it even if he pretends to be a fool.

It's not that he can't see that Lin Lingqing has something to hide from him, but since Lin Lingqing insists on hiding it, he can pretend again, pretending that he can't see or hear.

Zi Xiaoluan: "Chirp chirp chirp chirp—"

Lin Lingqing pondered: "Why don't we just call him Xiaoji? Chichi? Xiaojiji?"

"..."

Zi Xiaoluan trembled, and there was no sound for an instant.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Fang Zhiyuan felt in a daze that he just saw a look of humiliation in the bird's bean-sized black eyes...

Lin Lingqing was still holding the bird, frowning seriously: "Ji'er? Aji? Jijiji? No, I think it's better to call it Xiaoji."

"...Senior brother."

Fang Zhiyuan suddenly looked away, and said casually: "Since I was born in front of Ziwei Pavilion, why not name it...Ziwei."

"...!"

Lin Lingqing's heart turned cold, and he managed to keep his expression unchanged.

He said, "That's fine, then it's called Ziwei."

Fang Zhiyuan pinched Zi Xiaoluan over, and made a master-servant contract with no expression on his face, and the contract was imprinted on the soul.

"..."

Lin Lingqing was a little regretful and a little guilty.

Zhiyuan has always had a frighteningly keen sense of details, and he doesn't know how much of a tentative meaning is contained in Ziwei's sentence just now.He was a little carried away, and this matter should be more cautious.

In fact, in the final analysis, it means that he has nothing to fear, knowing that Zhiyuan is not willing to press himself...

——That's right, the Demon Lord injected Jina's soul into the egg of the purple sky bird, and now the screaming little guy in Fang Zhiyuan's hand, the soul is the holy and noble Son of Ziwei.

It's a pity that for a long time to come, it can only be a Zixiaoluan named Ziwei.

Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound in the sky, and a black figure gradually grew larger, revealing a familiar shape.As the wind whistled, Lin Lingqing looked up, and the eye-catching dragon head and phoenix wings were indeed Song Youdu's millet boat.

Lin Lingqing said unexpectedly: "You asked Xiao Wu to pick us up?"

Fang Zhiyuan asked in a deep voice: "This time, will you go back with me?"

Lin Lingqing's expression changed slightly, and he suddenly remembered that he was also on the long steps of the mountain road in front of Ziwei Pavilion back then.The night was thick and the rain was pouring. He was surrounded by a group of Ziwei Pavilion elders.

Fang Zhiyuan, drenched all over, came in looking for him with a knife in his hands, sharp and anxious fire flashed between his brows and eyes, and none of the group of Ziwei Pavilion disciples could stop him.

And he... He stood tall and far away, reluctantly said to Zhiyuan, you go back, I won't go back.

But this time.

He could finally say that to his little misfortune.

"Of course. After such a long delay, it's time to go back."

Lin Lingqing spoke softly, Song Youdu's face on the Suzhou in the sky could already be seen clearly, he waved his hand.

"Big Brother!"

"Eldest senior brother, second senior brother—"

Several heads poked out from above Su Zhou, besides the juniors and sisters, there was actually that little demon boy Shentu Linchun, it was very lively to watch.

While watching Su Zhou slowly land, Lin Lingqing whispered to Fang Zhiyuan's side, "Ah Yuan, make a Taoist companion with me and go back to seclusion."

"Okay..." Fang Zhiyuan seemed to be thinking about something, and he answered absently before he realized it, and turned around in shock, "Huh?"

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Lin Lingqing raised the corners of his eyes as if triumphant, and smiled at him with pursed lips.

The snow-like white robe, the warmth in the corners of the clear eyes and brows, all melted in the faint morning light, it was very beautiful.