Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

Speaking of washing dishes, after all, Fang Zhiyuan couldn't have Lin Lingqing's leisurely mind. He raised his hand to fetch clean water out of thin air, and then threw a cleansing formula over it and it was over.

Lin Lingqing kicked the ashes-like Zi Xiaoluan who was in self-doubt aside, leaned over and blew out the candle: "Zhiyuan, sleep with me today."

As he said this, his tone was calm, but he still sighed in his heart: after so many years, his little scourge is still the same as before, and he doesn't know whether he should be relieved or sad.

Although the sentence just now was just a joke, but with Fang Zhiyuan's mentality of "not treating the evil star as a normal person", if one day finds out the truth about Shanhai Xingchentai, the consequences... Lin Lingqing dare not even think about it.

The candles were extinguished, and the light source was only a little moonlight.In the dark, Lin Lingqing saw Fang Zhiyuan walking in front of him, his sharp eyes were bright, and his voice was hoarse: "I haven't kissed you yet."

Lin Lingqing didn't come back to his senses for a moment, Fang Zhiyuan put his arms around his waist with one hand, and raised his face with the other hand.

Lin Lingqing's chest was burning slightly: "You..."

Fang Zhiyuan lowered his head and pecked lightly on his lips, "It's agreed, give me a kiss, this is the Taoist couple."

After the superficial kiss, Fang Zhiyuan took a step back, looked at the beauty in white who was close at hand, and whispered to himself with a smile: "Is this the Taoist couple... It's like a dream."

Lin Lingqing couldn't help laughing, and leaned over to bite him, "Isn't it over?"

Fang Zhiyuan covered his lips hissingly, and said angrily, "It's impossible if you don't tie up."

They went to bed together and rolled in the soft bedding.Fang Zhiyuan stretched out his arms and said, "Come here and give me a hug."

Lin Lingqing obediently turned half over and rolled into his arms.

Fang Zhiyuan hugged him tightly, closed his eyes and said, "Go to sleep."

Lin Lingqing didn't close his eyes, and whispered in the dark: "Before, I still vaguely felt that you and I have changed a lot in the past hundred years, but thinking about it today, I feel that nothing has changed."

Fang Zhiyuan said that it was like a dream, so why didn't he feel this way.Now looking back and thinking about the past when we first met, it is like a big dream for many years.

Fang Zhiyuan didn't know why Lin Lingqing had such emotion again, he just responded with a low "um" and rubbed the back of his neck as soft as fat jade with his lips.

"Zhiyuan..."

Lin Lingqing turned over, and the two of them faced each other through the night like a gauze, with skin touching, "You are my star."

Lin Lingqing kissed Fang Zhiyuan on the lips: "Do you want to try double cultivation?"

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If you want to recall the past when you first met, you actually have to start earlier.

In the cold winter and snowfall, the little fairy in white robes flew on the pine branches, swept up the cold mountain like a crane, and finally stopped behind the Taoist.

The handsome young man shook off the broken snow from his fur coat, bowed and bowed, "Master, Qing'er has returned."

At that time, there was no one else on Xuyun Peak of Taiqing Island, and there was no Zongmen Forbidden Formation that prevents monks from flying.

Yin Changxin asked, "how about traveling for ten days?"

Lin Lingqing shook her head sadly: "I... don't understand more and more."

Two years after he escaped from the world and went to the mountains with his master, Lin Lingqing was unstable.

"Master, what is the Savior?"

At that time, Lin Lingqing asked Yin Changxin while feeding goat milk to Yu Hongtang, "I don't understand. How to save, what is the world, and what is a fairy?"

He was born in the mortal world, and his heart is full of mortal dust. Immortals are too far away for him.

When he was still Su Xuesheng, people around him praised him for his intelligence and called him a child prodigy.He can learn everything at once, and draw inferences from one instance.

After being brought up the mountain by Yin Changxin, it was no difficulty for him to practice the immortal spells.

Only this, he couldn't figure it out.

"Save the world... There are good people and evil people in the world, should I save them?"

"If I save a wicked person, but the wicked person kills a good person instead, then it's better not to save him; if I save a wicked person, but the wicked person repays his kindness, then it's better not to save him..."

"What counts as saving? If a person no longer wants to live, and I press my head to force him to live, can this be considered saving?"

"It's said that good people don't get rewarded, won't the Savior die young?"

"Even if he doesn't die young, if a good person never gets rewarded, can he really be a good person unswervingly? Will he not be wronged?"

"What is the difference between immortals and mortals? I heard that mortals can become immortals by epiphany. Will immortals be demoted to mortals?"

Lin Lingqing bit her lip: "...It's so difficult."

Yin Changxin was overwhelmed by the child's question. He frowned and said, "...you think too deeply, it's not that complicated. You will understand in the future."

Yu Hongtang hiccupped and babbled.Lin Lingqing carried her to the crib and was in a daze.

He found it difficult to understand.

In order to seek a clear and bright day, Lin Lingqing would leave the island and travel down the mountain from time to time, trying to find solutions from the world of mortals.But the more I saw each time, the more confused I became.

After the age of 11, Lin Lingqing's condition became worse and worse.

If the monk's Taoism is unstable, there will be demons breeding.

The problem with Lin Lingqing is that Yin Changxin asked him to be the savior, and he directly established his Dao heart with this——

Later, Lin Lingqing thought it was absurd when he thought about it, and he had nothing to say to his master.

"Saving the world" is such a thing that even many Mahayana great powers can't say one, two, three, how can a ten-year-old child be able to handle it?

Tragedy is almost inevitable.

This also proved that Yin Changxin really didn't know how to raise children. Fortunately, Xu Yun and the others were raised by senior brothers.

On the day of the accident, it was Yu Hongtang who cried and complained to her master, saying that Brother Qing'er didn't cook her lunch and that Xiao Hongtang was very hungry.

Yin Changxin went out to look for his little apprentice, and found no one in most of Taiqing Island, and finally found the young man under the huge old tree.

...Lin Lingqing was kneeling among the roots of the old Shenmu Panqiu, as if she had lost her soul.He didn't realize that Yin Changxin had walked behind him, but he just stared at the sky with his eyes.

Yin Changxin called him: "Qing'er."

As if being whipped out of thin air, Lin Lingqing turned her head suddenly, her face paled: "...Master."

Yin Changxin frowned: "What's the matter? You don't even cook lunch."

The boy raised his head and stretched out his hands upwards.

His arms are slender and soft white.

Just like that under the vast sky.

Lin Lingqing murmured blankly: "Master, the sky is so big."

After he just said this sentence, his slender body swayed, and he fell directly under the old god tree.He closed his eyes and passed out.

……

That night, Lin Lingqing had a high fever.

Sickness is not born in the body, but in the heart.

"Who am I? Am I a savior?"

The handsome young man curled up on the bed, his face pale and buried under several layers of quilts.He was unconscious from the fever, his eyes were open blankly, and the pillow was wet with cold sweat.

"...Am I Su Xuesheng, or Lin Lingqing? I don't know, I can't figure it out..."

Yin Changxin looked complicated, touched his hot forehead, and sighed after a long time: "If you can't figure it out, don't think about it."

Lin Lingqing's eyes were out of focus, his limbs shivered intermittently, and he murmured softly, "...Master, Qingtian is so big, Qing'er doesn't know how to carry it...it's so big, I'm just a mortal, I can't carry it on my back... stand up……"

Yin Changxin was silent for a moment, then repeated: "Don't think about it, you might die if you think about it any longer."

"I..." Lin Lingqing shook his head with difficulty, covered his lips and coughed fiercely, until finally he collapsed on the bed and gasped for breath, with stars flashing in front of his eyes.

The hand hangs down feebly, Lin Lingqing is stunned.

The glaring bright red in the palm spread out, all covered with blood.

The corners of Lin Lingqing's eyes twitched suddenly, and he thought to himself in fear: It turns out that it is really possible to die young as a savior, so why didn't the master tell him in advance?

After that night, Lin Lingqing's cultivation could no longer improve.

Yin Changxin didn't let him think about it, and of course Lin Lingqing didn't want to think about dying, but it's hard to get out of a dead end, he's already stuck in it, and there's nothing he can do.

Lin Lingqing was afraid of scaring the young Yu Hongtang, so she didn't dare to show strange things in front of the little girl.So during the day, he practiced martial arts and swords as usual, sprinkled water to cook, but hid out in the middle of the night every now and then, facing the waves and moonlight near the sea, trying to "enlighten himself".

After nearly a year of participation, not only did I not realize anything, but my demons became more and more serious.

Lin Lingqing, who had passed her 12th birthday, couldn't help but start to worry about what would happen if she went mad and died one day, leaving behind her orphaned sister and widowed master who had no ability to take care of herself.

That night, the little fairy in white was sitting on the edge of the cliff, solemnly writing a suicide note with a pen under the moonlight.

Suddenly, the black and cloudy air on the sea rolled into the sky, Lin Lingqing shook his hand, and the pen that had just been dipped in ink fell into the waves.

He stepped on the waves with his sword, and turned into a white shadow under the moonlight.

Originally, he wanted to check the situation, so as not to cause evil spirits to harm Taiqing Island, but he accidentally fished a young boy full of scars from the sea.

Already passed out, the kind that looks like it's going to take its last breath at any moment.

Lin Lingqing brought him back to the island, held a candle to illuminate him, and saw a scene he had never seen before.

Before this, he never dared to imagine that a human body could bear such cruel pain, as if all the malice in the world were parasitic in this bony body, sucking the little bit of life that had not been completely drained.

The boy known as the cursed star of Yin Fate woke up in the early morning of the fifth day.

Unexpectedly, he didn't appear to be crushed into a pile of mud by those malice at all, but his whole body was lonely and cold, like an ice-tempered blade.

He opened his mouth to ask for his iron knife, but Lin Lingqing was thinking about the pen he dropped in the sea, so he just fished it back together and returned it to him.

Then he sat down the young man who was obviously anxious and wanted to leave immediately, and forced him to drink porridge.

Soon, Lin Lingqing knew the reason why he was so abnormal.

At the moment when the light outside the window was blocked by the shadow of Yin Yao, Lin Lingqing didn't expect that the child who was supposed to be seriously injured and physically weak actually reacted faster than himself.

Lin Lingqing saw a red shadow flashing in front of his eyes, and Yu Hongtang, who was happily dancing at the table just now, was suddenly and roughly pushed into his arms by the boy in black.

Fang Zhiyuan's face was pale, but his movement forward was as quick as lightning, and he had already scooped up the iron knife from the corner of the case with his backhand, and the scabbard fell to the ground dully!

Lin Lingqing hugged the stunned Yu Hongtang, surprised.

Someone was standing behind him.

This is not unusual.

But it happened that the young man in front of him blocked him, Lin Lingqing felt very strange.

He... had never seen anyone like this before.

He has traveled to outlying islands several times, and it's not that he hasn't seen benevolent and kind people who guard the weak with chivalry and courage, and even because of his deliberate visits, he has seen many.

But what Lin Lingqing saw, the people who would protect something behind their backs were all powerful and benevolent.

The strong protect the weak, and the kind sympathize with others.

This should be common sense.

However, the young man in front of him who has been tempered by the malice of the world is obviously so weak, his cultivation base is so low, and his personality obviously has nothing to do with "gentleness and kindness".

But when danger comes, instead of asking for help, not pulling himself to escape, but subconsciously slashing forward, trying to protect himself who is stronger than him behind him.

He seems to have picked up a strange person.

"..."

Lin Lingqing seems to have realized something.He put down Yu Hongtang and stood up, and pressed the young man's extremely tense shoulders with his hands, "You haven't finished the porridge yet, sit down."

Fang Zhiyuan froze suddenly, staring at him in disbelief.

The white and jade-like fingers stretched out to the wooden table, and hooked the chopstick barrel containing the wooden chopsticks into the palm.Holding the chopsticks holder, Lin Lingqing walked unhurriedly to the window filled with dark clouds.

Fang Zhiyuan's face turned pale, "Are you crazy!? Come back quickly—"

Lin Lingqing turned his head and smiled at him.The young Xianjun raised his wrist and pushed the window open, his movements were so casual that he even seemed a little lazy.

The Yin Yao turned into a black vortex, screaming and rushing forward.Lin Lingqing shook the chopsticks tube in his hand, and he suddenly splashed out the dozen or so wooden chopsticks in the tube!

唦——

Fang Zhiyuan's pupils suddenly constricted.

That is the sword.

What was reflected in his pupils was clearly a sword.

More than ten unparalleled sharp swords flew from the window to the sky, cutting out more than a hundred sword intents in midair.

That sword was faster than the wind, faster than electricity, faster than the malice of the human heart, and naturally faster than the shrill screams of the Yin Yao when he was beheaded.Spiritual Qi splashed everywhere, and the Yin Qi overflowed into strings of black smoke visible to the naked eye!

During the rest of the day, the black clouds broke and the white sun rose.

crackling...

All the swords had finished killing the enemy, and fell to the ground one after another.

When it fell on the ground, people suddenly realized: Where is the sword, it is obviously just a dozen or so ordinary wooden chopsticks, the wooden chopsticks used when eating and picking up vegetables.

"..."

Fang Zhiyuan lowered his eyes, and naturally knew that he had just done an unnecessary stupid thing, but he was out of habit, so he didn't have any embarrassment.

The iron knife was thrust into the ground casually, and he quietly leaned against the table and finished his porridge, sheathed the knife, and walked towards the door in silence.

Unexpectedly, the snow robe behind him moved, and the little fairy stopped in front of him, sizing him up with a pair of clear eyes for a long while, and opened and closed her pale red lips, "Wait a minute, I've changed my mind."

Fang Zhiyuan: "..."

Lin Lingqing's slender fingers rested on the door.

He said seriously: "You can't go."

Fang Zhiyuan glanced at him with the look of seeing a madman on the side of the road go crazy, and when he raised his hand, the iron knife closed its sheath, and slashed towards Lin Lingqing's side.

Lin Lingqing seemed to have expected that the child was a little crazy, and he didn't panic when he saw Fang Zhiyuan suddenly attack without saying a word.

He calmly pointed.

... Poor little misfortune back then, who had no power to resist in front of Lin Lingqing.As soon as he got off the move, he was stunned, lost consciousness without even a hum, and fell into the arms of the white-robed boy without strength.

Yu Hongtang danced and clapped with sparkling eyes on the side, and said with a smile, "Brother get lost, you are so good! Brother Qing'er picked you up, so you belong to Brother Qing'er, that's what Little Brown Tang is like!"

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——Later, for a long period of time spanning two lifetimes, this experience has always been Fang Xianshou's unshakable psychological shadow.

He felt that Lin Lingqing was simply on a whim, like picking up a sick dog in the rain, picked him up by the back of his neck into Xuyun, and kept him as a pet.

Later, when he chased Lin Lingqing so desperately, he also had a sense of arrogance in his heart, unwilling to prove something.

It wasn't until a long, long time later, when everything was settled, and one day after they were able to retire in peace, that the Demon Lord confessed to him with a wry smile.

"In fact, I suddenly felt that if I didn't keep you, I might die."