Others practice immortality and I become demons

【season finale】

The shattered magic mirror flickered.

Pierce Chaos.

In a daze, Xuan Mo opened his eyes, and his eyes gradually became clear.The Lamp of All Beings is just a lamp to illuminate the night at this moment.Next to it, Mingshu's long black hair was all condensed into dark red, shining like a lotus growing in fire.

This scene reminded Xuan Mo of the Baili Realm where he and Mingshu lived alone.

The seal of the Baili Realm has been broken, and the dead Baili Realm is presented in front of everyone, but Ji Qing and the others have disappeared—the ones that once belonged to the Baili Realm have left with the opening of the seal.

But there is no Takiyama in this Baili Realm, and there is no Hades.

As discussed, Jiqing and the others hid the things related to Moji and hid them in a place that no one knew.However, even the person disappeared, and no matter how I looked for it, I couldn't find it.

At the moment they disappeared, both Qi Zichen and Ji Qing were alive, but Shang Chen was illusory.Xuan Mo was not optimistic, but he still said to Ming Shu: "Master, Shang Chen and Ji Qing are together, it's fine." Before getting a definite answer, he lived with hope.

As spring goes and autumn comes, everything sprouts and withers, and everything withers and sprouts again.

By a lake, there are a few very inconspicuous houses with a signboard: Guiyuanzong.

A three-year-old child pointed at the signboard and babbled, "Guitianzong—mother, do you mean that if you join this sect, you will return to the West? Wow! Children, don't enter such a terrible place!"

"Bah, bah, bah!" A dark-skinned man next to the sign glared, "I have no ambition! Let others go to heaven!"

The child jumped behind the mother with a sound of ah.

The man squatted down, smiled, and his teeth were white and snowy: "Remember, it's Gui Yuanzong—ah, it doesn't matter what the name is. In short, we Gui Yuanzong are the most domineering, and we will regret it if we don't come—cough, I It’s the head! Call me Xuan Mo’s head!”

Although this person doesn't seem so reliable, but I always feel that there must be nothing wrong with going in.

Children are ignorant.

"The bones of the apprentices that the head of the three blacks have recently taken in are harder than the next, and they are all like stones. How can you practice? I, the master, will be exhausted!" Lan Xiaozi put his legs high on the stool, and frowned.

"Be content, it's not easy to coax and trick you in!" Hu Yu picked up the child's collar and grinned.

Yunzhen took a glance with his probe, and the child burst into tears.

Xuan Mo arrived at a desolate wild mountain with restraint, and stepped on a small path. At the end of the path was a pond, in which red lotuses grew, and they were burning. Beside the lotus, there was a person standing with fiery red hair, which made people feel sad.

He is waiting for someone.

Waiting is a loneliness that cannot be told. Others cannot intervene and can only guess.

Xuan Mo stared at Mingshu's back, and asked cautiously: "Master, recently, more than a hundred disciples have been recruited, but their talents are mediocre."

"Ah."

A calm voice without much emotion.

Are you disappointed?

Or is disappointment a habit?

After all, it is impossible to have so many reincarnations in the world, even if so many people are born every day.

However, Xuanmo never stopped searching. He firmly believed that this belief could be conveyed to Mingshu, so that he could sustain himself and wait without despair.As for the result, whether the figure with dissipated light will come back, don't think about it, don't ask.

Xuan Mo left quietly.

Mingshu didn't look back, the wind passed through his red hair.

How long have you been waiting?

Only three years.

But every day is suffering, three years, like 3000 years of death.Green grass grew in the Bailijie, and in March, the milk vetch was in full bloom, and the pond in the Bailijie was filled with shallow water again, which was turbid, but the reflected figures were very clear.Every year at this time, Mingshu will stay there for a long time - in the world, it is just a small pond short of water.In Bailijie, it is called Yuanjingtang.

By this pond, Mingshu once taught a spell.

That is the original heart.

In this life, Ming Shu has accepted countless apprentices, and many of them died when they reached Baili Realm.By the time of the last apprentice, Mingshu was completely desperate, and he taught himself a fatal spell—Mingshu regretted it, but he didn't regret it either.

The water in the pond moved faintly, as if the wind had passed again.

Only Lian Lian Lian Lian.

The past is already the past, those who once killed will not come back to life, but those who once loved will always whisper in their hearts.Is persistence meant to give up?However, no matter how time passes, Mingshu is Mingshu, he still fights so tenaciously, that's how he is, wanting to save the cherished person from the hands of death time and time again.

Not willing to give up!

Even if you know it might be impossible, never give up!

The green grass grows with the wind, blowing over Mingshu's clogs, and the lotus in the pond swayed gently, like countless times, in the deep spring, the man's hand caressed the wound, the scabbed by the years The wound gradually healed with touching.But, I would rather have the injury and that hand always be there than to stand alone in the wind and miss the scarred past.

"Master, who are you waiting for?" A voice, gentler than spring grass, rippled through the wind.

In the pond, the shadows are in pairs.

Is it a hallucination?

Mingshu remained motionless.

"Master, are you waiting for me?" Someone embraced from behind.

The breath, familiar as always, is it a memory after waiting for too long?

"As I said, if the master is still so cold, then the apprentice will have to be more polite." With a chuckle, gentle lips were printed on Mingshu's neck, and his arms slowly tightened.

The lotus grows in the fire.

Dead wood blooms.

Persistence will eventually pay off.Mingshu turned his head slowly, and smiled at him, as if a spring grass was born in a thousand miles away.

------- "Others Cultivate Immortals, I Bewitched"·Sweet End-------------

The author has something to say:

After writing, I was enchanted, and I almost burst into tears. After writing, the world is still beautiful!The next article...ah, stay tuned! =^_^=

Pyracantha

2014,11,22