Tiantan six

Tan Yuan couldn't help chuckling, gathered his clean and slender fingers, turned around and looked up at the sun, he turned his face sideways, looked up from the bridge of his nose, there was a black dragon pattern on his forehead, under the sunlight There was a faint light below, and the phoenix eyes under the thick eyebrows contained a slight smile. Only a demon like him can look down on the world and show his aura even if he is wearing a black dress without any decorative patterns.

"One day, you will regret it."

Feng Lang didn't speak, his expression was indifferent.

Now the reality and the dream, the two sides rotate, when he opened his eyes, it was the master's soul-stirring appearance, and when he closed his eyes, his sister Luanhuang blamed and called, for a moment, which was true and which was false, which was right and which was wrong, he couldn't tell, and he didn't want to tell .

The master once said to him: "If you are the only one left in the future, don't forget to protect this world well. You are my apprentice. As a teacher, I hope you will stand upright, shoulder heavy responsibilities, and protect the kings with your own body." Zhou Quan. You are three peers in the world, attracting attention from all, too radiant and sharp, which may not be a good thing. Your mind is immature, you have not experienced life and death, and you are prone to impulsiveness. Come and find me, and you must forget me."

A teacher for a day, a father for life.He didn't want to forget the tens of thousands of years of master-student friendship so easily. He only hoped that the master would be reborn and stand on the cloud nine days away, guarding the world with him, and fighting and dying together would be worthy of this life.

Even if he gets nothing in the end, as long as the master can come back, it will be fine if he sticks to it once, and he will never change it forever.

Over the past few thousand years, human beings have adapted to the environment and climate of this continent, and the number of people has gradually increased, living near mountains and rivers.

The thriving scene became bustling and noisy. During the day, he shuttled through the sea of ​​people, or sat in the deep alley, sitting on the ground with his back against the wall, quietly watching the people coming and going.

In the middle of the night, he was wearing a moon-white cloak and walking in a secluded alley. Looking at the bright white moon, he felt a little dazed in his heart. After two worlds passed, he managed to find the nine scattered spirits of his master. Where did the last one come from? where?

While he was meditating, he suddenly saw the white moon in the sky turn bright red in an instant, and thousands of bats flew past covering the sky and covering the moon.

He knew that there was a demon descending with profound mana, which could have descended silently in the world, but he wanted to make some noise to attract his attention. It was probably an acquaintance, so he saw the right direction and walked into the depths of the forest.

The forest is dark and foggy, the piercing screams of the bats gradually subside, and there is a faint and sad flute sound of weeping blood, which is chilling and frightening.

Feng Lang lowered his head and saw the crimson moon in the sky reflected on the surface of the lake, the demon energy blocked the moonlight, and the white moon turned into a deep vermilion.

The wind blew close to the water surface, and ripples of blue waves swayed away, shattering a black shadow the size of a fist, and he just looked up at the round-topped sedan chair flying from the sky.

Brocade depicting flowers, carved wood with phoenix patterns, soft cloud gauze at dusk on the outside, and pine frost jade bead curtain inside, colliding with the light and pleasant sound of pearls and jade.

So luxurious, so noble.

Feng Lang's expression gradually softened when he knew the person was coming, a long-lost smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he lifted the hat on the cloak, and recalled:

"Heaven-sent beautiful and gorgeous bone, not stained with frivolity.

The beauties in the world are vulgar; the fairies in the sky are covered with sun and moon;

Luanhuang is present in the world, wandering enchantingly among the flowers, without wiping away the rouge and cinnabar, you can also kill the peony;

The snow muscles are fragrant, the sky is carved with jade bones, the sound is like a piano, and the phoenix bird is amazed;

Once lazy, lying on thousands of flowers, waving his bright wrists lightly, butterflies and birds flying around, smiling brightly;

Zeng Haoqi cuts filth, winds up his sleeves, his shadow is like a fright, blood does not stain his clothes;

Even though he is a demon, looking down at the world, he can see through all the changes with a cold eye;

Dressed in neon clothes, with a beautiful face and a bright face, she looks back gracefully, and all the colors of the world are overwhelming, only Luanhuang. "

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the slender figure in the sedan chair moved slightly, and sixteen black-clothed demons flew towards him carrying the sedan chair, and landed firmly on the ground.

I saw a jade hand slightly dialing the bead curtain, and the collision of jade beads was like the sound of a pipa, crisp and sweet.Luanhuang nodded slightly and got off the sedan chair. She was tall and slender, and she was dressed in a crimson purple dress, embroidered with flowers and patterns of flying phoenix birds. She was wearing a high bun with flying phoenixes. A red jade flute is pinned between her eyes, her eyes are clear and her expression is cold and glamorous, like a rose with thorns, not to be played with.

She is more vivid and dazzling than in the dream, clear and moving, Luanhuang itself is a noble luan bird, her red lips are slightly parted, and her voice is like the sound of heaven.

"Brother, long time no see."

Holding a pearl and jade feather fan in her hand, she lightly waved a smile, she was beautiful and flawless for a while, contrasted with the blood moon behind her, which was extremely coquettish.

"Stay safe."

He was guessing the reason for Luanhuang's visit, but he didn't expect her to speak bluntly: "My brother is worried every day in order to find the master's soul, and his expression is decadent. Now this is the only soul missing. As a demon, I can't help you much. You can't hear anything."

Seeing Feng Lang's haggard face, she patted Feng Lang's shoulder lightly with her fan: "You have been walking in the world for tens of billions of years, constantly looking for it, and you know that the ancient God of War has cherished the world for a long time, and he will never change until death. He will stay where he was born, that is where his destiny ends and where his destiny begins."

After hearing this, a flash of light came to his mind, and his eyes lit up with a little expression: "Yes! It turned out to be so! Thank you sister for clarifying my doubts, thank you!"

Looking at him, Luanhuang pursed her red lips lightly, and couldn't help saying: "I advise you to let go when it's time to let go. After all, there are hardly any immortals and monsters in this universe who are reborn and still have memories. If you are so persistent, you will hurt yourself sooner or later." ..."

Hearing these words, his ears were almost callused. In the reality of the dream, she always persuaded herself to let go. Feng Lang interrupted her impatiently: "I know everything, but he is my only master. He taught me everything carefully. In time, it is hard to repay a teacher's kindness, I must let him return in his soul."

Luanhuang shook her head helplessly: "Then you can take care of yourself, I just hope that you can stand where you are, with no sorrow or joy."

The bright red moon, the reflection in the lake, reflected the scene where he straightened his cloak and turned away without saying a word. Luanhuang took off the jade flute from his waist and played it softly.

Hearing the familiar sound of the flute, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and stood still in place. He suddenly raised his head, and the scenes of tens of billions of years ago seemed to come back in a hurry with the sound of the flute, presenting them one by one.

He once lightly raised his toes and turned into a golden dragon and a phoenix flying among the clouds. He saw his master, the God of War, Gu Mo, coming from a large sea of ​​white clouds, with the deep blue sky behind him.

"The dragon and the phoenix are singing, the four seas come to court, the five virtues are prepared, and they are displayed in all directions;

Fenglang Zhuozhuo, clear and meaningful diction, mountains and rivers hidden in the pen, the king is brilliant;

Feng Lang is Zhuo Zhuo, the quality is better than Kunyu, and the appearance is Lingshuanghua, the king is unparalleled;

The phoenix Lang Zhuo Zhuo, graceful like the wind, the sun and the moon shine, and the king is high. "

The blue sky is thousands of miles, the sun is just right, the dragon and the phoenix are in harmony, and the peaceful years of ostriches singing in harmony will never go back.

"Yesterday's poems have been turned over, and those names, poems, and songs have all been erased. What you are obsessed with is just a mark of the end of an era, a mark that is not recognized by anyone."

Darkness and light, destruction and rebirth, all the scenes of yesterday and today that he saw were quickly replayed in his mind. The figure that fell from the sky and disappeared turned into a crimson sharp knife that was burned by the fire and fiercely gouged out his heart. He clutched his heart , Shouting tremblingly all over his body: "Anyone can forget them, only I, Fenglang, can't! If this world can't even keep the right to remember, then why should I cultivate such a ruthless way!"

"Unless I die, no one can stop me!"

Luanhuang looked at his crazy appearance, and hurriedly stepped forward to support him: "Fenglang, if you continue to be so persistent, your mind will be disordered, and your demonic heart will harm you for the rest of your life!"

"I have endured tens of billions of years by myself, and I have waited alone. Now I am only one soul away from my master, how can I give up! But Luanhuang, I thought you understood me, but you have never understood me..." He shook his head in disappointment, shook off Luanhuang's hand, and strode away.

"I understand you because you are so paranoid? I just want everyone to be well. The old man is gone, and the one who lives will live forever. Isn't it better?"

Luanhuang caressed the red jade flute. She hadn't cried for a long time. Since her parents died, she gave up her honor and vowed not to protect the human world anymore. She had never participated in the killing on the battlefield, but now her tears hit the body of the flute with a slap, and then rolled down to the ground along the phoenix pattern on it.

A small figure was reflected on the teardrops that were rolling down. When it landed, the figure moved slightly and disappeared instantly.

He waited for so long, for human beings, it was the succession and transformation of countless reincarnations, but for him, it was countless days and nights of endless waiting without ending.

Night and day, the stars flow, he travels all over the world, looking for, being blocked, being alone, and finally survived these tens of billions of years alone, because the last words of the ancient god of war are, if I don’t have to send me to be reborn after I die, It would be good to let his soul wander in the world. Those immortals obeyed their will and did not collect his remnant soul in time on the battlefield. He was the only one who went to the huge space world to collect the remnant soul bit by bit, and used his own Cultivation is constantly washing, gathering, and repairing.

When he stared at the river that never returned, he knew in his heart that he had been born with a demon heart long ago. Immortals like them were never attached to what they did, followed the laws of nature, and silently guarded the numerous spaces. don't show off.

What he has done can no longer be turned back, and he also knows that if his evil heart does not get rid of, his cultivation may be ruined and he will lose his life.

However, he has never regretted his choice, he just wants the master back, it's as simple as that.

Because regret is to believe that you have done something wrong, what is wrong with the master coming back?So he must not regret it!

As he walked, he lost his appearance and fairy aura, turning into an ordinary mortal, but his eyes were still deep and bright.

Feng Lang has weathered many hardships, seeing all the prosperity in the world, the hope in his heart has never been extinguished.

His only hope is the master.

He found that familiar aura in the mortal world, this time he doesn't want to be a bystander, he wants to experience the battlefield in this world with his master, even death as a soldier is an honor!

"Have you decided to become a soldier?" The chubby official stood up while leaning on the crumbling wooden table, and glanced at him with contempt in his slit eyes.

"Yes."

"Being a soldier is to go to the battlefield to kill people, do you dare?"

The official raised his trouser belt and looked at Feng Lang, who had turned into an ordinary mortal. His thin arms and legs made him unable to lift a knife at first glance. He took a deep breath and asked.

The author has something to say:

I have always felt that the master-student relationship is very gentlemanly, innocent, respectful and respectful, a teacher for a day and a father for life.Like the family relationship between parents and children, if you meet a mentor, you must respect him and treat him with courtesy throughout your life!

A general dies in a hundred battles, and a strong man returns after ten years.There is nothing more worthy of respect than our generals and soldiers. The unknown people have sacrificed everything for us silently, so we should solemnly thank and pay tribute!