Candle [Rebirth]

For a long time after that, Luo Jiu'an could recall that morning.

The blood bloomed a rose on his chest.

Jiang Fuyi seldom laughed, except for one full moon night, when he caught a glimpse of him laughing in the mirror, his face was usually as cold as ice.He remembered that day when he pretended to be a down-and-out young man and barged in front of him, and said poorly: "I just wanted to enter the Sijue Sect to find a place to make a difference, but that day I looked at the fairy through the flower tree, and the fairy The king is like an immortal from the nine heavens, if I can't worship at the door of the immortal king, I would rather kneel down forever."

How can there be a lie.

At that time, Jiang Fuyi seemed to have rarely seen a person like him, so he stretched out his hand to wake him up a little bit at a loss, brushing his jade bone-like hand over his head, and only said: "Okay."

He raised his head, and saw that the person in front of him who was more beautiful than the Baxian had let go, he seemed not to care about anything, his thin eyelids reflected the sunlight, and he raised his eyes slightly, with a careless look in his eyes.

How could it be such a person?

He hesitated countless times before making a move. He was adopted and raised by the Demon Lord, and getting rid of threats for him should have been a means of repaying his favor.But the person in front of him was completely different from what he had imagined, cold, stubborn, and almost spotlessly kind—although he also had demons, and he secretly saw him writing over and over again with blood on the desktop—

Son Jue four, don't mean, don't have to, don't be solid, don't be me.

To be able to resist such inner demons with one's own strength, I don't know how powerful a person is.

So he didn't dare to think about what he would bring to him by letting such a person commit suicide in front of him.

He didn't dare to go back to the demon clan, and ran away with the dying Jiang Fuyi in his arms, but there was no way out—Jiang Fuyi committed suicide with the heart of death, without any desire to survive, and seemed to never want to see him again, and no one said he could not be saved .Luo Jiu'an walked more than a hundred miles, knelt on the side of the road where the rain was pouring, and cried bitterly.

The world was dark.

Until a man in black clothes and a silver mask walked in front of him silently, reached out and stroked his hair, he seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw, knelt down in front of him and kowtowed repeatedly, blood flowing The ground was stained red by the rain: "Please save him...save him, I am willing to do anything, I am willing to do anything!"

The man knelt down to feel Jiang Fuyi's pulse without saying a word, but his expression suddenly changed. Luo Jiuan heard him muttering to himself: "... the blood of Dongyu?"

Then he showed a half-true smile: "I can save him, but... what will you give me in return?"

Luo Jiuan's face was full of tears: "Whatever you want, if you want my life, I can give it to you."

The man said meaningfully: "No, I don't want anything... It was the devil who asked me to come out to find you, he raised you, you go back to the demon clan, and make a clean break with this person, that's all."

When he recalled this time later, he felt that he was ridiculously stupid—that man should have known that even if Jiang Fuyi woke up after that sword strike, the dormant blood of Dongyu Blood would be awakened. , is very likely to do something irreversible.

But he still learned Jiuxuan, devoured Jiang Fuyi's memory, and made up a passage for him by the way: His only apprentice learned the forbidden technique and became a demon, and he turned against him and became an enemy.

He thought, in this way, he just lost an apprentice, so it should be good to just return to the cultivation world and never have any contact with him.

But he never expected that the first thing Jiang Fuyi did when he woke up was to break his saber called "Four Jue", falling into the devil without hesitation.

He didn't know that he had fallen into a demon, and when he was sitting blankly in the main hall of the demon clan, he suddenly saw Jiang Fuyi with a disheveled hair bun coming in unarmed, covered in fresh blood, his eyes brightened for a moment: "Jiuan..."

He rarely calls his name.

Luo Jiu'an stood blankly by the side, and after a long time, he gritted his teeth and asked, "...What are you doing here?"

Jiang Fuyi showed him a rare gentle smile, as if he was just talking about a trivial matter: "I heard that you fell into a demon, I... come to accompany you."

"Who wants you to accompany me?" Luo Jiuan felt a pot of cold water poured down on his head, and was filled with anger, "Who wants you to accompany me! Why do you accompany me! Who do you think you are, dare to come... "

"Jiu'an," Jiang Fuyi stared blankly at the ground, and suddenly interrupted him, his eyes were no longer indifferent and flickering with inexplicable emotions, he said calmly, but his words trembled slightly, "You know, I am pleased with you."

Perhaps it is the affection passed down in one vein.

Even after seeing his mother's fate, he is still so stubborn, so stubborn that he will find a person, his head will be broken, and he will fall into hell, and he will follow him to the end.

Luo Jiu'an was thinking blankly... But what I want is not these, I just want you to be like before, to be the fairy king of the wind and the moon, to be the Kunlun Baixue that everyone looks up to, to be a famous person in history, you should not follow I... fell into the mud together.

He didn't know how he said it: "Haha, Xinyue... Immortal Fuyi is too confident in himself, even if you have such a face, after all, you are so many years older than me. After getting old and fading, how will you and I get along with each other?"

I just want to use the most vicious words to drive him away.

It's just that he didn't expect that this "old and decrepit" would hit the other party's sleeping demon.

The things that had been extremely suppressed for many years were shattered, and the kindness, bravery, compassion, and innocence that belonged to the former person were instantly swallowed up by the bottomless darkness.

He slaughtered all the people in Youcheng.

Only then did Luo Jiuan realize what a mistake he had made.

But he couldn't remedy it, so he had to take the blood-stained crime on his own head.

The soul in his body was not completely awakened, and two personalities appeared alternately. After killing him with a sword in the battle of Tianxuan, the previous person died completely.He thought that dying under his sword was a worthy death, but he was saved by Gu Lian.

Gu Lian only said that in the final battle of Chang'an, she saved Jiang Fuyi's life, she was very sorry to hear about this, she gave Luo Jiuan two artifacts, and said: "Since you're feigning death, keep two things for me."

He has guarded the two artifacts for many, many years.

Until the strange Jiang Fuyi reappeared in front of him, carrying the god's will, and took away the two artifacts.

He cooperated with Xiao Ning and finally rescued him at the last moment.

Everything is just a matter of life and death.

"Uh-"

He woke up from his sleep, sweating profusely. Jiang Fuyi was playing the piano beside him. He was very surprised to see him so, held a handkerchief, and wiped his sweat with an unnatural expression: "What's wrong?"

There are such stupid people in the world who are willing to live and die for love.

He was stunned for a while, and stretched out his arms to hug him. Jiang Fuyi was a little surprised, but he didn't struggle as usual, and only said, "Nightmare?"

Those things... shouldn't have been kept a secret.

But if I let him know, I'm afraid...

Luo Jiu'an tightened his hands, and asked in a low voice: "Master, if one day, you know that I have committed an unforgivable sin... what should I do?"

Jiang Fuyi was silent for a while, and said, "Kill you."

Luo Jiu'an smiled sadly, and heard the other party say again: "Then I will apologize myself."

"For what crime?"

The other party's beautiful eyes were cold and beautiful: "I am your master, if you are guilty, I will naturally bear the blame."

Shouldn't have said it, should it?

But you can't lie to him for the rest of your life.

One day, he poured the decoction that he tried his best to restore memory into the tea he often drank.

When those eyes opened again, they were full of cold light.

Luo Jiu'an knelt at his feet, and called out in despair, "Master..."

Jiang Fuyi raised his eyelids indifferently: "You lie to me, the undercover demons are good at acting."

After a pause, he continued, "Do you know where your mistake is?"

Luo Jiuan couldn't answer, only heard his teeth chattering.

He lowered his head and fell on the ground, not daring to get up. When he raised his head after a while, his eyes were already empty.

The fairy in white had already walked a long way, he looked at his back, and remembered that day when he first met in front of the Sijue Gate, the fairy's face was as bright as snow, separated by a street of flowers and trees, thousands of mountains and rivers away from him.

It's a pity that everything is over, with a wrong start, another end without a problem.

Luo Jiuan knelt on the spot and laughed out loud, thinking, so... that's fine.

He didn't know what to do, and sneaked into the cold stream alone where the evil spirit had disappeared. He knew that under the cold stream was the ancient Chang'an who was sunk into the ground by Lingzhen. Before the end of the war in Chang'an, Jiang Fuyi went with him. The thing he desires the most is to live in Chang'an for the rest of his life.

It was a dream——in the illusion of Chang'an he wove, he was just an ordinary person with his parents and happy life, living in a small courtyard in Chang'an, without spiritual power, fame, or wealth, simply being together, loving, And be loved.

But there is nothing, not even Chang'an.

He didn't know how long he had swam, maybe it was deliberate, maybe it was inadvertent, at a certain dark moment, he suddenly lost all consciousness, and at the last moment he seemed to be thinking, if he died here, his body would sink and stay forever. In Chang'an, it is also a good thing.

But at some point, he woke up again.

Someone knelt in front of him, holding a veil, wiped the water off his face with a very unnatural expression, and said in an angry voice, "Your fault was not killing yourself with a sword when you made a mistake in the first place, and it was even more fault that you didn't kill yourself when I made a mistake. Shi Yijian killed me."

Fingers are cold.

"You and I still have sins to atone for."

He suddenly recalled that not long after he became his apprentice, he broke a lotus vase for Jiang Fuyi, and the petals were covered with dew. While shaking off the dew, he asked Jiang Fuyi, who was leaning against the window and reading a book: " Master, today I listened to a few brothers from the school talking about their future journey and what they are looking for, and I want to ask Master, what are you asking for?"

There was no response for a long time.

Just when he thought he would not answer, the other party spoke in a low voice, glanced at the scroll in front of him, and flew far away: "Chang'an."

A simple yet complex dream, Luo Jiuan thought at the time.

Now he was leaning against the head of the bed, trembling wetly, staring blankly at the fairy in front of him, and suddenly laughed.

Chang'an Chang'an, looking for half a lifetime, where is Chang'an?

——This place of peace of mind is my hometown.

The author has something to say: These two people actually didn’t want to let them HE at the beginning because I thought HE was too difficult, but if they want Chang’an, it’s better to be consummated