How Immortals and Demons Fall in Love Through Different Paths

Tong Shu sat on the ground as dull as a log, only felt that this life was absurd, his heart felt as if soaked in ice water, cold to the core.

He wanted to shout a few times, wanted to cry, opened his mouth, but lost his voice dryly.

It was as if he had returned to the darkness when he was stripped of the gods and bones. He sat withered like a wooden sculpture and clay sculpture, lifeless.

After a long time, he finally coughed lightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "Mother said there was another reason, on the ninth floor—"

He seemed to have finally regained his motivation, wiped his face vigorously, got up unsteadily, first walked slowly, then ran, faster and faster, and rushed to the door on the ninth floor.

Push door,

Can't push.

Push it again, but it still won't open.

This mysterious, cold and hard-to-open door was like the last straw that crushed him, forcing him to nowhere, and he suddenly couldn't stand it and shouted: "Open the door!"

Of course the door would not open in response.

If Tong Shu was calm at the moment, he would probably be able to analyze patiently like he did when he opened the door on the eighth floor before, but now his mind was roaring and chaotic, he couldn't think at all, he just slapped the door hard, and shouted: "Mom, you Open the door!"

"Mother, tell me why!"

"Shangxie, tell me why!"

"Why are you doing this to me!"

"Why did Lu Lan do this!"

"Have you ever thought about it, if I had died long ago! If I hadn't come back to life!"

"I'm alone!"

"I'll be tired, hurt, and die!"

"I am pretty tired!"

"Really, I'm so tired!"

He slammed on the door so hard that his fingers cracked and his palms burned.

From the moment he yelled out the first sound, the defenses he had built up over the years collapsed, and he was in a state of collapse.

He couldn't think about whether it was useful to knock on the door like this, nor could he calmly think about the way to open the door, he just yelled.

But shouting out can't relieve the pressure and suffering in my heart.

Lu Shu's life was difficult for more than 20 years, and he was in prison for 50 years. Since he became sensible, he has not had a day of comfort.

He was really tired.

If he doesn't vent or relieve, he will explode.

There must be something to divert this unbearable pain, so he slammed on the door hard, trying to use the pain to overwhelm the pain, but the pain in the flesh was not worth mentioning in front of this huge heartache. He slammed his head on the door so hard that his eyes were filled with stars and he became dizzy.

Still can't suppress the pain in my heart.

He punched and kicked a door like crazy, and he didn't know how long he beat and yelled, until he leaned against the door weakly, slid to the ground, and tears finally slid down.

He murmured, "I almost died many times."

"When I was 16 years old, if I had died in the Furong Shanshui Prison, would Lu Lan still be able to find out with that bit of blood, family, and conscience?"

"When I was 24 years old, I was cramped by Lu Lan outside the gate of Furong Mountain. There was an abyss behind me, and I was just one step away from jumping. If I jumped back then, wouldn't the game between you two be over? "

"In the devil's kiln under the Nightmare Gate, as long as I can't hold my breath, I will die. Is there no shit in this world, and there is no such thing as the Furong Mountain murder?"

"When I was young, I climbed high and crossed water. When I was an adult, I fought and fought. Many times my life was hanging by a thread. If I died anytime among them, would all these bad things disappear?"

"Even if I die in Jiewang Mountain and don't come back to life, can I be a more comfortable ghost king now?"

"Why do you want me to live and bear this!"

"I'm really tired!"

Tong Shu hugged his head and cried bitterly: "Mom, how could I only hate you alone, I hate you, I hate Lu Lan, I hate everyone in Furong Mountain, I also hate Lingxuelou, and I hate endlessly. entanglement, hate the pain day and night, hate this messed up comprehension world!"

"Why does everyone think I can do it?"

"Why don't you think about it, I'm actually just an ordinary person..."

"Why can't I be a second generation ancestor, no... I can't be too greedy, I'm not a young master."

"Why can't I be an ordinary person, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, plowing fields, planting flowers, raising fish, and brewing wine."

"I want to live by the water."

"Look at the sunrise."

"Watch the sunset."

"Listen to fisherman's songs."

"Appreciate the bright moon."

"I should have a wife and a child who weaves; I collect wood, he reads, and I earn money; he dances a sword, and I raise a son."

"I don't want to do what you're asking for!"

"You can't do this to me."

"Do you know what it feels like to be tortured by needles for 50 years? There is never a moment without pain, and it hurts more and more every day. That kind of pain can't be numb, it will only become more and more awake."

"The more sober you are, the more painful you are."

"I have been in Jiewangshan for 50 years, no matter how calm my heart is, I have had delusional thoughts. I have also had the idea of ​​that pretentious Xiao Shu. I also thought about playing Jiewangshan, go to fucking atonement, fuck him Damn it, why should I atone for my sins, why should I quit delusions!"

"Why are my thoughts delusions!"

"Why should I listen to you, why should I abide by the evil ways of heaven, why should those laws restrain me!"

"I do not want!"

"I do not want!"

"I do not want!"

Tong Shu fell into a state of madness, sometimes ferocious, sometimes indifferent, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, -

Demons indulge in lust, and Tong Shu is the king of demons, so he should live more recklessly and arrogantly than ordinary demons.

But he is abnormally abstinent, not only more abstinent than a demon, he is even more abstinent than immortal monks, and sometimes even Jing Jue and Ran Qingping are even more abstinent than immortal masters.

He thinks too much, he always has to go through everything in his heart several times before making a move, and he has to think about everything he says and does.

He looks ruthless, but in fact he is ruthless. When he deals with everyone, he will unconsciously think that there are parents, wives and children behind this person.

He grew up in such an environment, and he has long been used to thinking about everything carefully. The starting point is to consider others first and put himself last.

This habit has been cultivated since childhood and has penetrated into the bone marrow.The result was deep fatigue.

He is too tired.

But no matter how tired he was, the sobriety and rationality he had cultivated since childhood still instinctively calmed him down.

A person who has been struggling to survive is not qualified to be crazy.

His body has developed the instinct to redeem itself in extremely painful situations.

After an unknown amount of time, the tears on his face dried up, and his eyes were blank for a long time.

Then he sat quietly for a while, comforting himself softly: "It's okay, just treat it as a dream, I'll be fine once I sleep and open my eyes."

"Yes, I need to open my eyes."

"I can get out of here now just by opening my eyes."

"Open your eyes and I can see—"

"Yes, I still have my fifth brother! I can see my fifth brother when I open my eyes!"

Finally finding some strength, he repeated, "I want to open my eyes, I want to open my eyes, I want to open my eyes."

"Go and see my fifth brother."

He got up from the ground weakly, and regardless of the door on the ninth floor, he staggered back to the place where the eight layers of letter paper fell, picked them up, and folded them.

While doing these things, he had wrapped himself in numbness, as if those letters were just ordinary paper.

Stacked one by one, and when the last sheet was stacked, I suddenly found that the last piece of paper was different.

Counting again, he realized that this was the fourth piece of paper, and this piece of paper was at the end. He lost control of his emotions after reading the third piece, so he didn't notice the last piece.

There was still a large blank space on the third letter paper. It was obvious that the content of the letter had ended, and there was actually a fourth letter behind it.

Tong Shu now resisted reading every word in the letter, so he folded the letter paper carelessly. Coincidentally, he saw several words "Jing" out of the corner of his eye.

Unexpectedly, he pulled out the letter paper, but he held it down and dared not read it.

Because he thought of Jing Jue.

Although there was no reason to mention Jing Jue in Tong Xiansi's letter, Tong Shu now has only his fifth brother left, and he immediately associated the word "Jing" with Jing Jue.

If Jing Jue's name appeared in such a heavy letter, it couldn't be a good thing, he resisted, but was curious.

A thin piece of letter paper seemed to be extremely heavy, and Tong Shu didn't know what to do for a while.

His heart was beating wildly irregularly, like a drum beating when it was violent, and like frost when he was suffocated.

He resisted losing his last thoughts. If even Jing Jue was involved, what role would Jing Jue play, and was Jing Jue's true love for him or a lie?

But he was also curious. One thing was already in front of him and in his hand, so it was hard not to take a look.It's just that resistance and fear are higher than curiosity, so he dare not look at it.

Tong Shu was originally a person who was extremely cruel to himself. The more he dared not face things, the more he would force himself to calm down. In the past, he might have seen it.

But this time, he hesitated.

He thought: I can pretend not to see it.

As if destined, the piece of paper slipped from his hand and faced him face up, because there were only a few words on it, Tong Shu glanced at it and got a general idea.

He let out a long and nervous breath.

That's what it was about.

He picked up the letter paper and read softly: "Shu'er, Jing Xingzong Jingjue has excellent conduct, and he is worthy of friendship. He once wrote a letter asking to become a Taoist couple. Come to discuss marriage. I have seen him get along with you in Beilu Xiaoyuan, and he seems to like you very much. After all, strong men are rare. I have refused, but your father has agreed, and the matter has been delayed for several years. Just wait for what you want, are you willing?"

The handwriting on this letter paper is a graceful handwriting written with normal strokes, which is obviously different from the other ones. It seems that it was written long ago but was not sent, and was finally put together in the dying envelope.

Tong Shu read the letter several times, and finally smiled.

He laughed a little and said: "Fortunately, I just saw it now. If I saw it then, I would definitely scold Jing Jue for daring to covet this young master, and then beat him up."

Tong Shu's self-salvation has already been deeply rooted in his bone marrow. At this moment, he is grasping this funny thing and trying to make himself happy.

He collected the letter and put it back in its original place.

Walk out of the eighth floor and close the door.

Go downstairs again and again, and walk out of the Shangxie Jingji Pavilion.

After doing this, the expression on his face has returned to normal, as if the collapse just now had never happened.

Then he stood under the gate of Shangxie Jingji Pavilion, and glanced at the couplets——

A collection of Shangxie scriptures, half of the history of ups and downs and cultivation of truth.

Then he closed his eyes, concentrated, and opened them again.

Tong Shu's eyes were filled with warm light, the lamp was lit outside the screen, and the filtered light was soft, and he didn't feel glaring when he closed his eyes for a long time.

The opening of Tong Shu's eyes startled the person who was holding him.

Jing Jue touched the corner of his eyes with one hand, wiped away the last wetness from him, thoughtfully did not ask him why he was crying, and said in a gentle tone only for him: "Are you awake?"

"En." Tong Shu replied, his voice a little hoarse.

Jing Jue said: "You slept all day and all night, it's almost dawn."

Tong Shu was slightly startled and tired: "Has it been so long?"

"Brother Cat is very worried about you, and has been guarding under your bed. It won't eat or drink all day and night, and won't leave." Jing Jue said irrelevantly about the Bobcat.

Tong Shu turned his head to find Shanmao, but Jing Jue pressed his head into his arms, and then he heard Jing Jue's deep voice above his head, "I'm more worried than it."

The author has something to say: Please don't say that I abused Xiaoshu, I cried myself when I wrote it.

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