The master of cultivating immortals protects me

"Remember, after stepping into this Merlin, the three of us will be affected by the magic circle, and everything we see and hear is an illusion." Fenghuang, Xu Xiaofeng and Huaiguang Yitong walked to the entrance of the Merlin.

Huai Guang asked: "Then how to distinguish the true from the false after breaking the magic circle?"

"From the heart." After dropping the three words, Fenghuang stepped up and walked into this lush and beautiful plum blossom forest first, but after two or three steps, his figure was blocked by plum blossom trees in full bloom.

Without saying a word, Xu Xiaofeng followed immediately, and Huaiguang also stepped into the plum blossom forest.

Xu Xiaofeng and Feng Huang had disappeared. When Huai Guang stepped into the plum blossom grove, he suddenly heard noisy and mixed bombs in his ears. Miserable.

Huaiguang frowned slightly and continued to walk deep into the forest, surrounded by plum trees in full bloom, with pink and white plum blossoms blooming on the branches, these flowers seem to never end. Drifting like rain.

A small plum blossom petal lightly fell on her shoulder, and suddenly there seemed to be a melancholy sound trying to get into Huaiguang's mind.

Huai Guang flicked the petals away, and at some point under a plum tree not far away, a man in white with a pipa in his arms appeared. The sad and depressed sound came from the pipa in the man's arms.

"Are you my demon?"

The man in white under the tree didn't turn around and didn't reply, as if he couldn't see Huaiguang and couldn't hear the sound, he was still playing the strings alone sadly.

After walking two or three steps forward, Huai Guang sat on the ground with his hands on his knees, quietly watching the scattered flower petals until the man in white under the tree finished playing a piece of pipa.

"Since you're here, why don't you come to see me?" The white-clothed man spoke leisurely, his voice unexpectedly low and hoarse, and he seemed out of place with Merlin who was flying petals all over the sky.

In the quiet woods, there is only the sound of Huaiguang soft boots stepping on the petals and dead branches, as if a bone is broken and a heart is broken.

Step by step, he finally walked behind the man in white. Huai Guang watched quietly, intently, and looked at the back of the man in white with complicated eyes.

"I remember that you didn't like to wear white clothes in the past. You always said that white is too dull and boring, but now you don't leave white clothes every day, just like you used to be, and you are not as idle as you are now," the man in white paused, his voice There was an emotionless smile, "Compared to white, you prefer dark clothes, just as flying and handsome is your nature."

Huai Guang said coldly: "You are just an illusion."

"I'm an illusion, what about you? Now you are not like you anymore, more like me in the past, happy in white clothes, leisurely and contented, because you lost me, so you want to change yourself into me Do you want to entrust lovesickness?"

"Me? I am a tormented person who will never be reincarnated." Huaiguang slowly raised his hand and touched the shoulder of the man in white, his fingertips remaining attached to points. He murmured, "Even if this is just an illusion, you It's just an illusion spliced ​​together from my fragmentary memories, and I'm also... very happy to meet you."

"See me? Are you sure you want to see me?" He chuckled twice, and the melancholy and resentful smile seemed to be blown by a cold wind.

In an instant, the ordinary plum forest was dyed blood red in an instant, and the petals piled up on the ground seemed to be filled with blood, magnificent and poignant, like hell on earth.

The man in white with his back to Huaiguang smiled madly and turned around. It was a bloody face, covered with scars and no intact skin could be seen.

Even though he knew it was just an illusion, Huai Guang still staggered back two steps as if being stung, his lips quivered slightly, unable to utter a word, he just looked at the terrifying and ugly face of the man in white in pain.

"Huaiguang, do I look good? Would you want to see me like this? Why did you abandon me and never come back to see me after leaving for many years. Do you know how I died in the end?"

The bright red blood dripped from the face along the gully-like scars on the white clothes, and fainted, turning into blood-colored plum blossoms. The blood-stained hands plucked the strings. Amid the melancholy voice, the man's hoarse voice The voice resounded: "I destroyed my own spirit orb, I personally destroyed my face, and I was abandoned in the back mountain by your brothers and sisters."

"My blood stained the soil under my body. I lay in the cold and lonely forest looking at the boundless sky. The only ones accompanying me were the wild foxes and wolves who were waiting for my death and wanted to eat me up. They smelled The smell of blood on my body came together..."

"Don't say it! Don't say it!" He covered his ears with both hands, and the light and leisurely shell was finally torn apart by the cruel picture deep in his memory.

Trembling all over, as if falling into a cold pool of thousands of miles without seeing the light, Huai Guang knelt on the ground and raised his head and laughed, laughing miserably, laughing so hard that his heart was broken.

"If you love me, why don't you come and get together with me?" The man in white stretched out his hand towards Huaiguang who had fallen into madness, "Huaiguang..."

The laughter gradually stopped, and the red and bloodshot eyes were gradually covered by a layer of cold blackness. Huaiguang took a step forward and stretched out his hand as if to hold the man's hand in white, but his outstretched hand finally slipped past the man in white. Arm until tightly strangled each other's neck.

The man in white raised his head in pain, and the only pair of clear eyes on his face looked at Huai Guang with resentment, as if he didn't understand why he was being treated like this.

The cold voice is like a steel knife, sharp and hard: "You are just an illusion pieced together from the fragments of my memory, you are not the real him, he never complains like a bitter woman, and he never calls me For Huaiguang."

"You are not him after all, you are not him... He is so beautiful, why was I so stupid at the beginning, so stupid that I didn't realize it?" Repeating it over and over again seemed to be possessed by a demon.

His eyes swept across the terrifying face of the man in white, Huai Guang's eyes became softer, but the strength in his hands gradually increased: "I lost him, but I will eventually find him, whether it is Huangquan Hell, or Blue Falling Nine Heavens."

"nobody……"

"Nobody can stop me from being with him anymore."

……

There is no sad singing, and no melancholy piano sound.

With every step, there are colorful fallen flowers and rain of flowers.

As if on a tour, Feng Huang put his hands behind his back and looked at the plum blossoms beside him with gentle eyes.

"The most pure and holy breath, the flawless and unsullied Heavenly Venerable, this dirty and troubled mundane world is not suitable for you." A woman's leisurely voice came from all directions in the forest, like clouds and flowers, ethereal and graceful, hidden Unstoppable loneliness and sadness.

"Long time no see, Luomei, are you okay?"

As soon as the words fell, a woman gradually appeared under a plum blossom tree not far in front of Feng Huang, with black hair piled up with clouds, her head curled up in a chic bun with flying clouds, cool and elegant, with a dark fragrance flowing like a winter plum.

A wry smile appeared on her aloof face, Luo Mei lowered her head slightly towards the Lord of the God Realm, and the Lord of the Six Realms bowed: "It's rare that the Lord of Heaven still remembers the name of my family."

"The former master of the demon world, the unparalleled beauty, how can I forget?" The identity of Merlin's master was revealed in one sentence, and Feng Huang gazed at the woman softly.

"The past has gone with the wind, so why should the Heavenly Venerable mention it again, the slave family is just a plum blossom demon wandering in the mortal world." The woman smiled lightly, but the smile never reached the corners of her eyes and brows.

"Do you know why I came here?"

"know."

"Are you willing?"

"If the slave family says that they are not willing, will Tianzun let the slave family go?" The crisp laughter was like a string of silver bells shaking in the wind, and she blinked at Fenghuang, and the woman actually revealed a bit of coquettishness.

Feng Huang shook his head: "No."

"Yeah, since the ending is the same anyway, why do I have to do useless work?" Smiling in a low voice, Luomei walked to the nearby plum tree, gently stroked the uneven brown trunk with her slender hands, and the dull and dull The eyes flashed a bit of satisfaction and happiness due to the memory, "I have lived long enough, and I have had what I deserve and what I shouldn't have. Yu Luomei has no regrets in this life."

"Since he left me at the end of his life, I have been guarding this plum blossom forest full of my memories with him day and night. If Luomei's life can be exchanged for the well-being of the people and the peace of the world, if he has knowledge in the spring, he will surely Also happy."

Thousands of years ago, during the chaos of the Six Realms, Fenghuang led the God Realm to pacify the world, and set up four seals to block the four realms, and the Lord of the Demon Realm disappeared.

Who would have thought that the powerful and unparalleled master of the demon world would give up his power and status for a mortal, willing to stay in the world alone and hide his name as an ordinary woman.

For Luomei, the happiness of a hundred years of happiness is just fleeting. When the loved one passes away, for the woman who stays behind, it is endless loneliness and loneliness.

Guarding this plum blossom grove, day and night, recalling the beauty of him and her in every scene.

The same beautiful face, but the heart is old.

After so many years, it should be over.

"He won't be happy." Feng Huang said in a deep voice.

"His lifelong pursuit is to hang the pot to help the world and save the common people. How does Tianzun know that he won't be happy?"

Even if it's just a mortal without any magic power, she still remembers his gentle eyes like the spring breeze in March, his mind, his medical skills, everything about him fascinated her until she fell in love with him, Only then did she realize that she was just wasting time in the past, and even knowing that they would part ways eventually could not stop her desire for love.

"He loves the common people, but he also loves you." Feng Huang stared at Luo Mei, saying each word softly, hiding the sadness in his eyes.

The woman was stunned as if she was shocked, two lines of tears immediately overflowed her eyes, and she suddenly laughed out loud: "I never thought that such words would come from the mouth of Tianzun, others say you are The ruthless and heartless people who have truly escaped from the seven emotions and six desires, now it seems that those people have never met you or understood you."

"I'm already a dying person. For the sake of my servant's willingness to send you a spirit, would Tianzun be willing to share your story with me?" Just for a moment, the former master of the demon world clearly saw the wind. There was a flash of sadness in the emperor's eyes.