Xue Xiao, the Patriarch of Demon Dao, and his colleagues——Stars sinking into the sea [Rebirth]

Xue Yang had a very, very long dream, in which there was endless darkness and coldness, he had no purpose or direction, he only knew to run with his legs open, and then he fell and half of his body sank into the swamp.He saw blood on his hands, skin and muscle corroded, falling off in pieces.His legs were also grabbed by countless bony hands, pulling him deep into the sticky and smelly blood swamp.Surrounded by curses that demanded his death, crying, cursing and begging for mercy came and went, trapping him firmly in the middle.

Xue Yang writhed and struggled, but sank deeper and deeper. The thick blood mud flooded his waist and covered his chest. He began to feel difficult to breathe, and his hands paddled above the swamp, unable to move even a bit.

Until the neck was also tightly suppressed, Xue Yang felt desperately suffocated.He yelled someone's name in a panic, before he realized what he was yelling, a beam of light was instantly cast over his head.

The deadly blood swamp receded quickly, and the peeled flesh was attached back to the bones. He lay panting in the tall weeds on the side of the road, unable to move. He saw someone approaching through the weeds and carried him on his back. , Take him to the deserted Yizhuang, put him on the bed to bandage and heal his wounds.

There was only one bed in the humble yizhuang. Firecrackers blared in the city at midnight, and only a few sporadic sounds could be heard inside the house. He and the person who rescued him huddled together on the bed, snuggled up to keep warm, and wished each other a happy new year.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the ruined temple again, Xue Yang returned to the man full of joy, stole a kiss, but was pushed to the ground, the man was soaked in the river, and while fleeing to the depths of the water, he said he was absurd .

The next moment, the man stood in front of the strange and frantic white bones, holding a sharp sword in his hand, straightened his spine, and firmly protected him behind him.It was raining heavily and covered with dark clouds, and the man said, against a misty gray background, that he would share with him through thick and thin.

Xue Yang has been unable to remember the name of this person, but the other party has heard his call, and turned around and walked towards him.Xue Yang saw him squatting down, pulling up his left hand, and kissing the severed finger. Then the man raised his head, with a gentle smile on his lips, but his dark and clear eyes were soaked in tears, and whispered to Xue Yang. Yang said, "Wake up quickly..."

The harsh and warm beams tore through the clouds and shone on the man, who was covered in golden light like a god.

Xue Yang stared at his god obsessively, and the words that had been turned over and over in his mind finally came together, and he realized that they were so familiar that he could blurt them out without even thinking about them, just like he was born with Saying these words is as natural as it is natural to him.

Xue Yang murmured to Guang: "Xiao Xingchen..."

Cracks appeared in the gray picture, pieces of which were shattered into lenses, floating in the air, and turned into wind and sand when exposed to the sun.

When the breeze blew, Xue Yang opened his eyes, looking at the red curtain above his head in a daze.

He tilted his head and looked towards the light. The Taoist priest in white was standing by the cabinet, and the slanted sunlight poured in from the wide open casement and shone on his hands.His slender fingers held a teacup firmly. Xiao Xingchen had just poured hot water and was holding it to his mouth and blowing gently.

"Daoist..."

The voice was hoarse and soft, but Xiao Xingchen heard it.He smiled slightly and replied calmly, "Well, I'm here."

Xue Yang's eyes were blurred, and he raised his voice a little to make it sound less like he was talking in sleep.

"Taoist?" Xue Yang asked stupidly with a hoarse voice, "Why are you standing so far away...?"

Xiao Xingchen paused, then turned around hesitantly: "Xue Yang?...Are you awake?"

His eyes were covered with bandages, not as bright as in the dream, but there was still a light on him that Xue Yang couldn't move his eyes from.

Xue Yang coughed a few times and called out, "Taoist..."

Xiao Xingchen walked quickly to the bed.He stretched out his hand to caress Xue Yang's face, his fingertips were slightly hot, and when he touched Xue Yang's flickering eyelashes, he was speechless for a while.

Xue Yang stared at him blankly, and started coughing halfway through a sentence.Xiao Xingchen hurriedly sat down, helped him up, tilted his head and touched the cup in his hand with his lips, feeling that it was no longer hot, passed the cup to Xue Yang's mouth, and listened to him gulp down the water.

Xue Yang choked a few times, put the cup on the bedside, and leaned against Xiao Xingchen's shoulder and neck to breathe.He didn't have any strength in his body, and he was a bit reluctant to hug Xiao Xingchen's waist, but he didn't want to let go.

Xue Yang raised his head slowly, stared at Xiao Xingchen, and saw that the Taoist priest was neatly dressed, with a hair crown he made on his head, his face had been bandaged, and his expression was calm, as if he had expected Xue Yang to be here time to wake up.

Xue Yang couldn't calm down.He took several deep breaths to suppress the turbulent tears, and he still choked up when he opened his mouth: "Master Dao, how long have I been asleep?"

Xiao Xingchen said, "Four days."

"Four days... four days... only four days..." Xue Yang couldn't believe it.

With trembling hands, he brushed a strand of hair from Xiao Xingchen's sideburns, his voice trembling badly, and asked, "It's only been four days, why did the Taoist priest have gray hair?"

Xiao Xingchen was taken aback, and went to twist that lock of hair.He couldn't see it, but there were indeed some glaring white streaks between the black hair on his temples, piercing into Xue Yang's eyes, making his tears unstoppable, and big ones bouncing down.

What kind of suffering can make people turn gray hair in just a few days?

"Fool, fool..." Xue Yang buried his face in Xiao Xingchen's neck, crying and laughing, "Why is my Taoist priest such a fool? Why are you so stupid? My stupid Taoist priest..."

Xiao Xingchen calmly accepted the fact that his hair turned gray overnight.He stroked Xue Yang's shoulder to confirm that the man had returned to his side safe and sound, then lightly rubbed the soft hair on the back of his head, comforting the out-of-control little bastard: "You'll be fine when you wake up."

Xue Yang cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, and Che Jilu talked a lot, feeling quite ashamed, but he couldn't hold back his tears in front of Xiao Xingchen.He also knew that he didn't have to bear it, anyway, no matter what he did, Xiao Xingchen would accept it.

Xue Yang rubbed his eyes on Xiao Xingchen's shoulder, sat down by himself, and said, "I'm sorry, I kept Taoist priest waiting for too long."

"Not at all..." Xiao Xingchen paused halfway through speaking, then chuckled, "It was a little while."

He remembered that Xue Yang had hurt his leg before, he went out to find the doctor, and it took only an hour to go back and forth, but Xue Yang told him that he had been waiting so hard for him.

At that time, he secretly suspected that the time in Yizhuang was not longer than that outside, so why Xue Yang had to wait so hard.Now it's only after he has persevered for a while that he realizes how life feels like years.

Four days is not long enough to exhaust a person, but it is not short enough to make a lover's temples a little frosty.

Xue Yang combed Xiao Xingchen's hair with distress, held it in his hand, and kissed it reverently.

Xiao Xingchen said with a smile: "It was the pair of red candles that were lit for you, I can't wait until the hair turns white."

When he made such a joke, Xue Yang's eyes and nose turned sour, his eyes were filled with regret, he shook his head and said, "What I want is to stay together forever, not for you to suffer alone."

Xiao Xingchen held his hand tightly and said, "You have also suffered a lot."

Xue Yang recalled those grotesque dreams, which became blurry after a while after waking up. The only thing he remembered was that Xiao Xingchen smiled and cried at the end, and gently called him to wake up quickly.

Maybe it wasn't a dream.

He lived this life for Xiao Xingchen, and it was because of Xiao Xingchen that he didn't want to die and woke up. Even if Xiao Xingchen didn't do anything, it was thanks to Xiao Xingchen that he could wake up.Besides, Xiao Xingchen has already done a lot.

Xue Yang hugged Xiao Xingchen, absorbing his warmth, and said, "It was the Taoist priest who woke me up. I heard you calling me, and I'm afraid you'll wake up if you wait too long."

Xiao Xingchen hummed lightly.

After hugging for a while, Xue Yang felt tired, so he lay back and pulled Xiao Xingchen to lie beside him.After a while, he asked: "The Taoist priest said earlier that we haven't worshiped the heaven and the earth... Does the Taoist priest have to worship the heaven and the earth before he can marry me?"

Xiao Xingchen was only saying that he came to stay with Xue Yang, he had already drunk the wedding wine, the red curtain was still hanging, he had been in the bridal chamber several times, and only the two of them knew whether they were married or not.

"Anyway, in my heart, we are already married..." Xue Yang looked at Xiao Xingchen's face, hooked his fingers and said, "I don't worship the heavens and the earth, I don't ask ghosts and gods, I only believe in Taoism. As long as Taoist admits that we are married , we are husband and wife, even if the Emperor and I come, we will not be separated."

Xiao Xingchen smiled and nodded, "Okay."

Whether it's better not to pray to heaven and earth, better to get married, or not to be separated, he didn't explain clearly, but Xue Yang now understands this unique affection, even if Xiao Xingchen doesn't say anything.

"How can there be such a fool as you in the world..." Xue Yang muttered, regardless of whether the wound on his body would hurt or not, he stuck to Xiao Xingchen's body tightly like brown sugar, closed his eyes and continued to sleep.

"The idiot belongs to me alone." Xue Yang said.

Xiao Xingchen slowly closed his arms, rubbed against his forehead, and said, "Okay."