The beauty of the master is too difficult to understand

The fate plate in Chan Mu's hand began to spin crazily again because it was not suppressed by the Baiheng magic circle.

"Xie Qiu is about to break through. He is about to enter the period of catastrophe." Chanmu Xianjun wept with joy, holding the fate plate in his hand, "It will be fine when he reaches the period of catastrophe. As long as he falls into the three-fold catastrophe, he will be able to ascend—nine Li Xianzun is still waiting for Yunqi Xianzun to help, that's great!"

Qu Ning patted her forehead with a palm: "It's too early to be happy."

"The problem with Immortal Venerable Yunqi is not the Broken Mirror and the Triple Heavenly Tribulation, but the two fatal calamities."

at the same time.

In the bamboo house not far away.

The immortal power in the formation continuously poured into the young man, healing his wounds.

In fact, for an immortal cultivator who has just broken through the Nascent Soul stage, such a formation is a bit too extravagant and wasteful-this is already a formation that can mend the serious injuries of an immortal.

At the beginning, Master taught him hand in hand.

Xie Qiu woke up quietly, feeling the unceasing celestial power pouring into his body.

The mana condensed in his inner sea, gathered in the immortal essence, like a wave washing away every inch of blood and bone.The body is getting lighter, and there is a faint feeling of broken mirror.

The last time I broke the mirror was six and a half years old.

His fingers were slightly bent, allowing the immortal essence to absorb the overbearing immortal power of the formation.

The mist outside the bamboo house was swept away suddenly, and even the four of Mo Xu in the distance felt a pure celestial power bursting out from the bamboo house.

Xie Qiu has lost his mirror.

After breaking through two realms in a row, it's time to cross the catastrophe.

"Xiaoqiu, how do you feel?" Bai Heng stepped forward to help him sit up, a ray of fairy energy entered his sea of ​​consciousness through his fingertips, and he was relieved when he felt that his mind was not unstable.

"I'm fine, thank you." Xie Qiu sat up, felt the immortal power on Bai Heng's body, and frowned slightly, "Are you a demon cultivator or an immortal cultivator?"

"I……"

Bai Heng didn't know how to explain it.

"I used to be a fairy cultivator, but later... I accidentally fell into a fairyland."

"Oh." Xie Qiu responded softly, "Your temperament...is a little stubborn. But it's not a big problem, as long as you are willing to let go of your obsession, cough...cough cough..."

He closed the window pavilion in two steps in three steps, and the cold wind in the room was less choking. Xie Qiu stopped coughing, and then he finished the second half of the sentence, "I will be able to fly."

"What about you?" Bai Heng sat on the edge of the bamboo slump, and put a heavy coat on his shoulders, "When you were seven years old, you made me a wish. Do you still count it now?"

"Well, what do you want." The young man smiled like a spring breeze.

Bai Heng rubbed Xie Qiu's white silk with his fingers, and his voice became hoarse: "I want you to ascend."

Xie Qiu's back stiffened.

"Safely, smoothly, ascended to immortality." The finger moved from the cloth to the pair of disabled eyes, very softly, "Is it okay?"

"Bai Heng."

Xie Qiu lowered his head, no sadness or joy could be seen on his clear face.

"I went looking for that eye not only to find out the cause of Sister Xiaodong's death, but also for you. After all, you have a life in your hands, and I want to atone for your sins."

"The first time I saw you, I knew you were a demon."

Xie Qiu's smile was very weak, and his fingers scratched the edge of the bed one after another, "I didn't expect that you are a fallen demon. Don't worry, whether I ascend or not, I will help you from now on. Evil thoughts, I will save you..."

"It's okay, I don't need you to cross. As long as you can ascend."

The water on the window sill dripped into the lake, breaking the unprovoked silence.

The rain still didn't stop.

"Why are everyone saying the same thing to me?"

"Xie Qiu, you must ascend."

He gathered the clothes on his body, got down on the bed, pushed the door open, and felt the coldness of the melting ice and snow outside.

"Ever since I was born, I was given to Master. Before I learned how to speak, I understood a sentence, you want to ascend. Three-year-old Bigu, seven-year-old Nascent Soul. I am the most promising disciple of Tiandaozong. I know. Even I am constantly convinced that I can ascend, and I will ascend."

Xie Qiu stretched out his hand, and the raindrops all over the sky turned into heavy snow in an instant.

The sound of rain stopped and everything was quiet.

A piece of snow fell on the tip of his nose, but it didn't melt.

"The third senior brother told me that after the ascension, there will be ascension. Immortals, immortals, Shangxians, Xuanxians... endless, endless. I will tell you at which step is the end and how far we have to go. to stop.”

Xie Qiu stepped out of the bamboo house barefoot and onto the lake.

With every step, the lake freezes an inch.The crystal clear ice and snow condensed on his toes, extending to the foot of the mountain in the distance.

The immortal cultivator in the tribulation period has such profound mana, almost no less than any earth immortal.

"I thought you were different from them."

The snow-white streamer was brought up by the cold wind, entangled with black hair, and fluttered in the blurred snow.

"Xiaoqiu..."

Bai Heng called him behind him, but this was the first time, and he didn't want to turn back.

"I also want to ascend. But now, I don't know how to become a real immortal. I feel... very tired and a little scared."

Bai Heng was stunned.

Xie Qiu's thin and frail figure stood still in the wind and snow, motionless.

"Bai Heng, why do I have to ascend."

His eyes were obviously bound, but Bai Heng felt as if a quiet gaze fell on him.

Xie Qiu turned on Spirit Vision.

"Some people are destined to ascend to immortality. For example, you." Bai Heng stood by the lake, his voice raised, "Don't be afraid, no matter what you encounter in the future, no matter how long the road is, I will accompany you you."

Whether you want me as a stepping stone, or use me as a life-saving talisman.

It’s okay.

I only hope that my god-lord can go straight to the sky and soar thousands of miles.

Xie Qiu's footsteps stopped.

He felt himself falling into a warm embrace, his neck was gently circled, and his breath was blowing against his ears.

A damp breath of mountain rain rushed over.

"I think you became a fairy because you are worth it. Xie Qiu, you are upright, kind, gentle, and forbearing. You deserve all the good things in this world. You always want to overcome all living beings and hardships. Become a fairy." .That is your best destination. I hope that in the long years to come, you can live peacefully and happily. No more confusion or fear. This is my greatest wish."

The hand around the waist suddenly tightened, and after being extremely lingering, it gradually loosened.

Xie Qiu was silent for a while, then said in a hoarse voice, "Thank you."

"and you--"

What about you, will you become a fairy with me?

Xie Qiu wanted to ask this question.

But Bai Heng let go of his arms, turned him around, and took his hand towards the shore: "Let me tell you a story. A long time ago, a national teacher rescued a little emperor. The little emperor was weak and cowardly." But the national teacher helped him to the throne and told him—"

"Your eyes should not be limited to one imperial city. The huts of woodcutters in the mountains, the horses of soldiers in the desert, the coir raincoats of herdsmen in the snow... You have to see enough, because you are the emperor."

"If this is the case, I will give it to you now. Xiaoqiu, believe me. You will definitely, definitely, definitely be able to ascend in three years. Don't indulge in the pain of the moment, but bear it. Don't just see how hard you have been for 15 years , you still have thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, 10,000+ years...you are a fairy, you are..."

You are Immortal Venerable Qiuming.

It is Nine Heavens Profound Immortal.

"Don't be afraid, Xiaoqiu."

He wiped off the snow on the tip of Xie Qiu's nose.Just like how Yunqi treated him back then.

The corners of the eyes were wet.

Xie Qiu stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, only to realize that the Healing Formation just now gave birth to his eyes.Although I still couldn't see anything, it was eight years later.

He finally has eyes.It's okay to cry again.

"I'm sorry, I'm too weak. I'm not as good as you think... I'm sorry... I'm too scared, if Mo Jinran is right, if... I'm wrong..."

"What should the third senior brother do? As a demon, the third senior brother who was killed by Mo Jinran, what should he do..."

"No. Xie Qiu, you are right. You must be right." Bai Heng knelt down, looked at Xie Qiu's thin ankles and bare feet, and stretched out his hand to grasp it, it was as if it was frost.

Standing up, without saying a word, he hugged him by the waist.

Back in the bamboo house, I found that Xie Qiu only had one pair of shoes.An outer garment and an inner garment are all on the body.

There is also a black cloak hanging over the bed - it was given to him by himself when he was seven years old.

The past eight years have been too shabby.

He held the slender white ankle and carefully put on the shoes and socks for him.

"sorry."

"You didn't do anything wrong, why keep apologizing."

After putting on both feet, Bai Heng lit a bonfire beside him, and the whole room became much warmer immediately.

"I used to be an unforgivable demon, but the way of heaven not only tolerated me, but also gave me an immortal who crossed me. The way of heaven I know is not cruel and indifferent. It is as generous as that immortal gentle."

"So, I know, you're right. Let's go."

Xie Qiu looked up: "Where are you going?"

Bai Heng grabbed his wrist: "Go to the town, to a place where there are people."

***

Xie Qiu was tall and slender, and when he put on that crimson outer dress, he didn't look gaudy and vulgar, on the contrary, he was a little more quiet like a maple dyed with frost in late autumn.

Master always likes to be dressed in plain white, but Bai Heng likes to buy him crimson clothes.

The man in charge of the cloth shop was a plump woman in her 30s. She was dressed in fancy clothes. It was rare to see such a pair of elegant brothers coming to buy. They rushed forward and looked at the circles on Xie Qiu's face Bai Bo asked: "This is..."

Xie Qiu turned his face away: "Oh, it was like this when I was a child."

Bai Heng looked at it for a while, and remembered that his eyes should have been restored to their original shape by the spirit healing technique, but the pupils were burned by resentment, and he couldn't see, so he turned him over and wrapped the cloth around him.

——It was the same face as the boy Xie Yunqi in the secret realm.

The eyelashes blinked and slowly opened.

The pupils that should have been pitch black turned into a misty dark gray.

Now he is wearing a long crimson dress, which makes his face more like a crown jade, and his eyebrows like distant mountains.

It caused others to exclaim: "Oh, what a handsome young master."

Xie Qiu was a little embarrassed. After all, he hadn't been in the crowd for more than eight years—since the division was destroyed, he almost always lived in seclusion in the mountains, and only occasionally went out to buy some items.

He hasn't talked to anyone much, let alone being surrounded and watched like he is now.

He tugged on Bai Heng's sleeve urgently: "But, is it okay? Let's... let's go."

"Don't worry, just pick and choose."

"Yes, the young master is so handsome, any material is suitable for him."

Xie Qiu thought of how his third senior brother, Lan Qing, took him to the market to buy things in the same way when he was young. Hearing the noisy voices around him, his hands trembled slightly.

Pulling Bai Heng again: "Then I, I'll wait for you over there."

He went to a remote alley, stood alone under the blue tiles and white walls, folded his arms and squatted down slowly.

It was slowly getting dark.

The day Lan Qing was killed was such an evening.

If at that time.

Xie Qiu looked at his hand, if at that time, he had killed the third senior brother.Will everything be different.

At least he can fly.

After ascension, he can immediately mend the third brother's soul.In fact, that's the best way...he can save the third senior brother.

But he killed him because of his stupid persistence and bottom line.

If it was him who killed him at that time.Mo Jinran will not ascend either.And now the third senior brother can still bring himself to buy clothes like this.

Wrong, all wrong.

In the darkness, a ray of light suddenly rose.

"Xiaoqiu!"

An eager cry echoed in the alley, and then he was pulled up by a huge force and slammed against the wall: "You..."

Bai Heng took several deep breaths, trying his best to calm down his voice.

"Didn't you say to wait for me well? What are you doing squatting here? It's so wet and dirty here."

"..."

"I have been looking for you for a long time. Xie Qiu, I am very worried about you."

"sorry."

Bai Heng's heart suffocated.

Finally, I couldn't help but roared angrily: "Who told you to apologize! Xie Qiu, how many times do you want me to say that you are not wrong, don't apologize!"

"I don't like places with a lot of people. I don't like here...I, I..." Xie Qiu was startled by the yelling, closed his eyes tightly, covered his face, "I...I'm sorry... "

Still apologizing.

Bai Heng clenched his palms tightly, his nails sank deep into his palms, pinching out a patch of bright red.

He hugged Xie Qiu's trembling body tightly.

Supporting his shoulders, he raised his hand to wipe off the cold wetness on his face: "If you do this again, I will... really go crazy."

Pressing his forehead against the top of his head, he was firmly held in his arms. This kind of hug almost made it difficult for Xie Qiu to breathe, but he got a moment of peace and relief.

He raised his hand and embraced the man in front of him.

"Eight years ago, didn't you say to spend my birthday with me. Why didn't you come to me at that time..."

Bai Heng froze.

"Why, you all... don't want me anymore."

He suddenly realized that he had always thought that Master was strong, gentle, and able to face all difficulties.

But the child in front of him.

Not his master.

He's just a mortal 15 year old.

Greed, hatred, obsession, joy, anger, sorrow and joy.

So alive, so fragile.

He knelt half-kneeling in front of Xie Qiu, raised his head slightly, and stared at Xie Qiu: "Do you know how many years I have been looking for you?"

"I've been, have been, been looking for you. But I can't find you. Xiaoqiu, I'm sorry, I didn't find you sooner. I thought you could get over by yourself, I thought...you were omnipotent. I don't Knowing that you will feel so uncomfortable, I don't know..."

I don't know, it turns out that the master who has completely turned into a mortal is like this.

I'm sorry for you.

From now on, I will protect you.