Emperor's Landing

The water of the Canglang is clear, and it can squeeze my feet; the turbid water of the Canglang can squeeze my feet.

—— "The Fisherman"

In the dark secret room of the magic city, I don't know when.Ruthless was chained up in a secret room and prison, and he had already turned into an inhuman and ghost-like appearance. He had lost contact with Daozhen for more than half a year. I don't know what happened to the two beloved disciples now?He claims that he has cultivated into the realm of Taoism's free and unfettered state, reaching the state of ruthlessness, but God loves to tease people, and sent Ying Woyi and Mo Suyi to him. Although he is ruthless, is he really ruthless?After the first battle in Heluo Valley, the troubles that had disappeared slowly resurfaced, which disturbed his restless heart: Why can't the Taoist Xiaoyao formula exert the best lethality?Why?

The busyness of the years made him lose the ability to think about the inner universe. Now, imprisoned in a dark place, time seems to be frozen, and every minute and every second becomes unbearable, and the inner turmoil is contagious again. In the purgatory of boundless darkness, there is no light, no warmth, no wind, no flowers, no echoes, only endless struggle.Minutes and seconds, counting the time, the fragrance of winter plums overflowing from the body, no longer a proud belief, mixed in the dirty smell of blood and damp, exuding a strange smell, reflecting his own humble situation in the mirror.

He was in a trance, unable to distinguish between illusion and reality.He began to long for an echo, even a little sound was enough to please the empty and confused heart.With the sound of pushing the door, those vigorous and domineering footsteps began to approach again.he came.

"You're here again today?" Wuqing said with a hint of mockery, and was clamped on the torture rack, with his head bowed heavily.

"Then will you thank me for visiting you like this all the time? Wuqing." The treacherous laughter rang softly in Daoist Wuqing's ear.

"You will not get what you want today." Ruthlessly tearing his lips, he made a painful voice, his hair was disheveled, his body could not move, only his mouth was like an unyielding soldier.

"Oh? Do you know what my real wish is?" the Devil Emperor asked back.

"I don't want to know, and I don't need to know." Ruqing said with indifference and rejection.

"It doesn't matter, the long dark time will give you a chance to understand slowly." The devil emperor was not angry at all. He had tortured and questioned countless times, but he never killed him.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Wuqing raised his head with difficulty.

"Haha, it's not that you don't want to know my wish. So soon, you want to know me again?" The devil emperor showed considerable tolerance and tolerance in the face of the ruthless provocative words.

"Why don't you kill me right away! What do you do with my life?" He sneered ruthlessly.

"Let you live, and slowly understand my conspiracy." The devil emperor seemed to be playing a game of hide-and-seek with a weak cat, talking about it with great interest.

Ruthless listened, raised his head in the dark sky and sighed.

"Today's Dao Zun is not like the firm and ruthless one I knew at the beginning. Your eyes are shining, and you have countless questions in your heart, but no one understands you. Your body exudes arrogant loneliness and helpless ruthlessness. How is it? After thinking about it for so long, do you have an answer?" The Devil Emperor actually has the ability to directly hit people's souls. In front of the Devil Emperor, Wuqing is more like a childish person who is ignorant of the world.

"Oh? You seem to care about me?" The haughty Daoist, who has always refused people thousands of miles away, changed his usual, looking up with a charming expression and a frivolous smile, with a tone of wandering Wuling children in his mouth, This reluctant transformation caused the scars on his face to spread, and the pain and smile twisted together.

"You've changed, you're not like you anymore." The two looked at each other, and the Demon Emperor was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly changed from a stiff expression to an exaggerated smile.

"You have no chance to continue to understand me." Wuqing said calmly and solemnly, as if he wanted to explain something, but faced with such an enemy, he swallowed it back and stopped speaking.

"What? Do you think who will come to save you?"

"Or, do you want to know who designed to frame you?"

The Devil Emperor felt a little touched in his heart, and began to ask questions.

"Who will harm me and who will save me, I don't need to guess, nor will I have delusions." Wuqing replied.

In the secret room, the two stood facing each other in silence. "I'll come back tomorrow." The Devil Emperor turned and walked away, whispering: Wuqing, I hope that tomorrow's you will improve compared to today's you.

The people who heard this behind him just let out a slight sigh.Wuqing no longer expects the guidance of a star, let alone the shining of the sun.In the endless night, despair and redemption are meaningless after all.When he was first imprisoned, he had wondered countless times who the upright person who plotted against him behind his back was. He had the answer in his heart, but he still wanted to prove it himself.But after being trapped until now, he suddenly realized that that was not important anymore.who is it?What is the benefit of knowing?There are people who will take care of the thorns and miasma on the way of the righteous way, and if there is one less, what will he be missing?What is the meaning of his life in this world?

The door of the dark room was gently closed, and the person had gone away, leaving boundless darkness.

There is a secret decision in Wuqing's heart: suicide.

His feet had been locked up by the kung fu chains, but his arms clamped on the cross, though scarred, still had a little kung fu. As long as he tried his best, he could wipe out his own life.He once thought about saving some of his skills for escaping from the magic city in the future.But now, like a lion who has lost his fighting spirit, he no longer has any expectations.Once a person has been accustomed to the dark night for a long time, he can no longer bear the baptism of light.He didn't want to go back to that dirty world that disappointed him infinitely.

Ruthlessly made up his mind, gritted his teeth, let out a roar of inner pain, broke free from the chains between his arms and hands, his feet could not move, made him subconsciously lean forward, swayed, and threw his palms on the cold ground On the bed, he bent down and squatted down, slowly sat next to the torture frame, panted, and held the painful part of his heart with his left hand.With a sudden wave of his right hand, he carved a few lines of words on the far wall.He tried his best to kill his breath...

"Why? Is it so difficult to bow your head?" The Devil Emperor gritted his teeth, grabbed his blood-stained clothes, and poured his own devilish energy into the life-threatening person in front of him.Until the person's body slowly warmed up, his breathing was steady, and he fell into an unconscious lethargy.

"My thoughts are separated from the clouds, and the sky is far away, and the soul flies away."

"Where I live there is nothing but darkness, leaving only Mei Xiang proud and disobedient."

"What I miss is on the other side, where is my way to be happy."

The Devil Emperor recited the last poem on the wall, paused every word, and sneered, "Huh, I didn't expect you to be a cowardly person?" He said with a palm of his hand, obliterating all the words on the wall.

Ruthlessly severing his own life, he failed, but his life energy grew stronger day by day.However, he won a lot of beatings and endless pain.The ruthless arms could no longer swing any strength.And the Devil Emperor, as always, kept his frail life like a dying candle, not letting him leave the darkness, not letting him be at ease forever.The two of them communicated less, only torture and torture, like the daily warm greetings of the devil emperor, quite measured: the torture that would not make him feel better, but would not cause him to die, made Wuqing continue to live. Thinking, doomed to painful thinking, he struggled to find the answer to the journey of the soul.The Devil Emperor never gave him another chance to seek death, and for some reason, his desire to die after death quietly disappeared. Not only that, but to survive a catastrophe, a wonderful idea slowly grew in his heart.

There is no armor in a secret room, only darkness.However, the ruthless mood stretches day by day.However, the Devil Emperor's visits were never absent, and the relationship between the two was like close friends, a prisoner and a relative who sent greetings, but this "relative" was also the person who imprisoned him.Ruthless is not too hostile to anyone, including the Devil Emperor who bound him. He just wants to be freed: freed from the prison, and more importantly, freed from the thought cocoon he created.

That bosom friend came to visit again today, listening to the familiar footsteps, Wuqing was able to distinguish the subtle changes in the devil's mood based on the footsteps.

"You're in a good mood!" Ruthless changed from his usual silent and passive attitude.

The man was surprised for a moment, and said, "You finally recovered."

"You seem to want me to live?" Wu Qing asked.

"I can only ask the formula of Xiaoyao if you are alive, can't you?" The devil emperor replied mellowly and naturally, which gave Wuqing the illusion of being deceived.

"Do you just want the Taoist Xiaoyao Jue?" Wuqing was originally very sincere, but he felt a little disappointed when he heard the answer.

"What do you think?" The Devil Emperor asked back, but was ruthlessly speechless.

"How is it? Are you ready to tell me?" The Devil Emperor had a treacherous tone.

"Then trouble my friend to continue to take care of me, a useless person in the future." Wuqing put away his sincerity and joked.

"Toast, don't eat fine wine." The devil emperor cast his angry palm, and the pain on Wuqing's chest was already unbearable, but for some reason, he didn't let out a scream, but held back, turning into large beads of sweat on his face .

"The bones are hard enough!" Originally, he was waiting for another wave of torture, but unexpectedly, the Devil Emperor simply turned around and strode away, the sound of his footsteps seemed to carry light pleasure.

"Why are you so excited about not achieving your goal?"

"Why do I have a feeling that I don't want to leave the darkness?"

"Could it be that I've long been used to surrendering to the darkness, willing to be a prisoner of the darkness? The plum blossom standing tall in the proud snow has also given birth to slavishness? What am I running away from? Someone who betrayed me? Righteous way? Responsibility? A familiar stranger?"

Dao Zun's body was in slight pain, and his thoughts were swimming quickly, like a snake, touching the depths coldly.

When the devil emperor Yanying was 15 years old, he noticed an unusual change in the devil emperor.He always goes in and out of the secret room, as if some treasure magic weapon is hidden in it.However, in front of everyone, the Devil Emperor remained indifferent, full of secrets, and bottomless.As the emperor grew older, he became more and more curious about the mystery of the secret room, always looking for opportunities to confront the devil emperor.But his father not only kept the secret room tight-lipped, but also guarded it so tightly that not even a mouse could get in.Di Yanying thought that if one day he could uncover the mystery of the secret room, it would be like uncovering the scars of an evil father, embarrassing him, and he would be happy to see it.

Days passed, but there was never a chance.Whenever the devil emperor went out, he ordered him to accompany him. As time went by, his impression of the secret room faded day by day.