I, scum gong, never adore Master

【season finale】

Feng Lan Yun Jian died in the end.

He and Wutong died together, sacrificing themselves in the fire of nirvana that had been controlled by him.

Nothing was left, only when he was dying, he embraced Jiang Ye for the last time with the soul that had not completely dissipated, and finally entered his sea of ​​consciousness, and took one last look at him.

The way he passed away left him without even a single body.

Jiang Ye seemed to be cursed by his master, angry at him for being disobedient, angry at him for breaking away from his son and mother Caiyu, and using the power of Nirvana to curse him with immortality, immortality and injury.

During that catastrophe, he watched Yun Jian fall with his own eyes, turning into dust and smoke. After all, the impact was too great, he lost his mind, and his throat became hoarse from crying.

In the end, it was Luo Yan who took him to find Bu Lingchen. At that time, his soul seemed to have been taken away, and he disappeared in the raging flames along with Yun Jian.

The whole person does not cry or make noise, quietly like a living thing.

In addition to being able to breathe, and his body not decaying, he lay like a dead man, with his eyes open and closed, but his eyes were dark, numb as if his soul had been buried.

He lay down for three months, and after Bu Lingchen buried Feng Wuyou, he waited outside the hall for three months.

Bu Lingchen was not much better, he drank heavily all day long, but he still maintained his sobriety after all, and insisted on guarding Jiang Ye, Jiang Ye's situation was not very good, except for the emotional collapse, because the soul melting was not completely completed. , he always sleeps more and wakes up less.

But it's not a bad thing after all.

It is better to be in a daze than to bear the pain too consciously.

Bu Lingchen was in a daze of intoxication, when he suddenly heard the palace door open with a "squeak".

Jiang Ye, who had been lying down for three months, finally stood up. His cheeks, which were originally immature and covered with soft flesh, became thinner, and his outline became much more obvious. He lost his sense of youth, and his tired and lifeless eyes made him look like he grew up all of a sudden. Many years old.

He didn't speak, just sat down next to Bu Lingchen, grabbed the spirits from Bu Lingchen's hand, and poured it down his throat.

It's ridiculous that he can't even get drunk now.

Thinking of the first time he was drunk, on the night on the boat, he was filled with bitterness, and his eyes, which had been stiff and numb for three months, once again shed a line of clear tears.

silent.

He looked at the sky where the red mist had been dispelled, it was as clear as blue, the Demon Realm was no longer what the Demon Realm should be, even the light shone in, blessing the soil, the tender green branches broke through the scorched earth, everything grew, But there was no light that could shine into his dark pupils, or into his dusty heart that was dying but could not die.

Tears wet the steps, and he finally cried wantonly.

Almost collapsed, almost howling, heartbroken...

Seeing him like this, Bu Lingchen felt relieved.

It won't be good to cry, but it will be better.

"I've died so many times and I've come back. He's actually... okay, right? He won't leave me at ease, right?"

The hoarse voice kept chattering, and he didn't know whether it was for himself or Bu Lingchen.

This kind of self-comfort may not be a bad thing. Of course, Bu Lingchen knows that Yun Jian is different from Jiang Ye. Jiang Ye is a sweet spring, and life and death are related to the survival of this world. he.

But Yun Jian is different. The power of Nirvana is coveted by Wutong and feared by Heaven.

Don't say that the mortal monks in this world can't tolerate him, even the gods, the heavens, and even the world don't allow his existence.

What's more, the power of Nirvana is the foundation of Yun Jian's life. Even if he didn't die in the fire of Nirvana, he still couldn't live without the power of Nirvana.

He is well aware of these things, but Jiang Ye is not clear?

It's just self-consolation, it's just self-deception.

From moonrise to dusk, they drank too much spirits, no matter how good Bu Lingchen could drink, he was drunk, but Jiang Ye, he couldn't get drunk, even the wine couldn't numb the senses, and he couldn't have a good dream.

He left Bu Lingchen and went to Yunmiao Mountain.

Today's Yunmiao Mountain respects Luo Yan as the head, and the Immortal Cultivation World has also established a fairy alliance. Luo Yan is also the leader that everyone trusts, and the world is very good.

When the night returns to Yunmiao, things have already changed.

Yun Miao recruited a new group of disciples. These people didn't know him and only regarded him as the head's guest, and those old people who knew him were only surprised for a moment when they saw him, and then closed their eyes. Mouth walked away silently.

He was floating in Yunmiao Mountain like a ghost.

I have been to Shenyin Peak, lying on the rattan chair where Yunjian often lives, smelling the familiar, but still faint fragrance of Lingmei here, the reclining chair is shaking, and it is rare to have a peaceful sleep.

He woke up from the cold.

After waking up, he realized that the moon was already at the end of the night, and there was no one to put on clothes and blankets for him. He sat quietly for a while, then stood up silently like a ghost, and turned from the house to the ice box. The fresh-keeping pastry in China was during that time when Yun Jian always forced him to drink medicine and always liked to feed him with his mouth. Every time he saw his brows wrinkled in pain from the medicine, he would allow him to eat some candied pastries.

He tasted it now, but he didn't know if the pastry had been stored for too long, so it didn't feel sweet, but bitter.

But he was reluctant to throw it away, and took it away with him in his arms.

After leaving Shenyin Peak, he went to the ancient secret realm in the back mountain. It had been deserted for a long time, and he did nothing. He just strolled around and came out according to the route he remembered.

There is also the altar under the cold pool in Suhuijian, which still has the blood of Yun Jian left. Unfortunately, the altar has collapsed, and there are no traces left inside.

Everything about Yun Jian was erased, as if this person never appeared.

Even Yun Miao's disciples who knew about it chose to keep silent when they mentioned it.

Whether Yun Jian is the Immortal Venerable of Shenyin Peak or the devil of the Demon Realm, no one is discussing anymore.

When a person dies, it really is like a lamp goes out.

After wandering around like a ghost in the middle of the night, Luo Yan finally found him.

He said: "It's not good for you to live in that Demon Realm after all. The miasma there is too heavy, which is not conducive to your recovery. I will also keep Shenyin Peak for you, you..."

"No need, he is buried there, so naturally it should also be my burial place."

"Jiang Ye, you can't do this!"

"What can't be done?" Jiang Ye Dingding looked at him, and suddenly sneered, "I've died a long time ago. I was killed by your master, leaving only a remnant body, which cannot be destroyed or buried, and I have to pay for this The cruel Tiandao uses it to maintain his world."

"Uh..." Luo Yan didn't try to persuade him anymore, but he didn't agree to let Jiang Ye see Junheng either.

Jiang Ye was sitting at the entrance of Yunmiao Mountain, wind and rain, thunder and lightning, he didn't move, just like putting himself into a sculpture.

After so many months, Luo Yan finally took him to meet Junheng.

This is also the last time that Jiangye saw the incarnation of Tiandao. Tiandao stayed in the world with this mortal body, and returned to the primordial world when this body died naturally.

He didn't demand Him, but found a way to threaten Him.

Doesn't He care about his life?He thought he couldn't die, but whoever let him find a new way, he used this to threaten Tiandao, asking him to return the person to him.

Jiang Ye was too crazy, even crazier than Yun Jian at that time.

Tiandao sighed, and finally said: "The remaining power of Nirvana may be useful. If you share the life with him, and share the misfortunes and blessings... I will just treat him as dead."

……

When Jiang Ye returned to the Demon Realm, he released the restrictions around Bu Lingchen, walked back to the hall without saying anything, and went to the secret room. There was only a corpse left in the crystal coffin in the secret room.

The power of Nirvana can make Jiang Ye melt into his soul, and naturally he can be reborn in his previous life ten thousand years ago, but there is only one soul, and the reborn body of the queen turned into smoke and penetrated into Jiang Ye's body.

He remembered all those things from ten thousand years ago.

His marriage with him had already been decided long ago.

Now there is only the body of the demon god left in the coffin. Jiang Ye looked at it for a long time, and felt that he was his demon queen for a while, and felt that he was a Liquan, a small stream, and Jiang Ye.

Looking at the corpse, he felt excitedly that at least he kept his body, and at the same time felt desperate and jealous that the queen was much luckier than him, at least he could embrace and leave with his lover, while he... Regretful, countless years of suffering.

Jiang Ye lifted the lid of the coffin and lay down on the vacant half.

Caressing the familiar face of the person beside him, he suddenly felt that the other person was just asleep, but Yun Jian's body was really cold, and he wanted to heat him up, so he stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly.

He kissed his eyebrows, kissed the bridge of his nose, kissed his cold lips, knocked open the other's teeth, and put the cherry pit-sized seeds in his mouth.

The only time he smiled, closed his eyes, squeezed into Yun Jian's arms, and fell asleep.

This time, I slept for a long time...

Sleeping until... as if he was already dead, sleeping with Yun Jian in the ground forever.

You die, although I cannot die, but I live, you must live!

This is my curse on you, Feng Lanyun remonstrates...

The long years were difficult, but fortunately he had been sleeping, and in the sweet and dark dreams, there was the face of his master.

Sometimes he also thinks, if Yun Jian can't wake up, and he can't die, then just keep sleeping.

Sleep until the world is old, sleep until the world is destroyed.

When is this hatred?

The long road is long, the cold is more rainy, and the sky is cool to bury him.

Everlasting regret is long and long, and it is difficult to wake up from a dream.

The material also feels that the world is tasteless.

……

This sleep is a hundred years.

The rustling of the years, endless changes, summer cicadas and winter snow, reincarnation and rebirth.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light penetrating through his eyelashes, urging him to wake up from the dark dream, Jiang Ye refused to open his eyes, he hurried back to his dream to see his master.

Although the face in the dream was blurred and covered with a layer of tulle, he was extremely satisfied even just looking at that tall body like jade and that shocking white shadow.

He frowned, and was about to close his eyes and go back to sleep.

But he woke up suddenly, and sat up from the crystal coffin in shock, the coffin lid didn't hit his head, and there was no body around him that could hug him to sleep.

His head was buzzing, his ears were ringing, and his heart was about to stop beating.

What about people? !

Where have people gone?

He slept with his arms around him for a long time, and the person next to his pillow who slept so long that he couldn't remember the years... disappeared!

Jiang Yeteng jumped up from the coffin that had been sleeping for a hundred years, and ran out in a panic, out of the long and narrow corridor, out of the closed house, and out of the fragrant grass stamens that he hadn't noticed.

he does not know……

I don't know if his body decayed and disappeared with the years, or was taken away by someone, or...or...

I dare not think about it at night, dare not pray, I am afraid that it will fail.

He didn't notice that the barren scorched earth grew tender green, and he didn't notice that the barren land that had been dry for thousands of years was surrounded by rivers, until he saw a familiar figure from behind under a tree of white plums.

Like a dream.

I don't know if it is a dream or reality, I don't know if it is a butterfly dreaming of Zhuang Zhou, or Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly.

He stopped a few feet away, eager to get closer, but he didn't dare to rush, for fear that the dream would burst like a bubble, and he was afraid that his throat would be pierced by reality.

His heart danced wildly, as if trying to break free from his chest.

He stared at the snow-white back without blinking, watching the plum blossoms floating on his shoulders and growing on his long hair. It was jet-black hair, not the hair that turned white after killing the night body thousands of years ago. .

Slices of white plum are decorated with ink.

He watched the man in the dream raised his hand and picked up a white plum, and then he noticed that the barren land had become an oasis at some point, and the whole Demon Realm was covered with white plums.

"Master, Master..."

He cautiously called him, Ruhe Zhizhen.

The person in front of him was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned around, turned his face sideways, a pair of extremely clear, extremely beautiful peach blossom eyes filled with thousands of tenderness fell on him, and put him into the glazed beads.

Jiang Ye's heartbeat suffocated, and his eyes widened.

The person on the opposite side looked at him with a smile in the colorful fallen flowers, sighed lightly, and parted his thin lips slightly.

"I'm here."

This sound was like the sound of heaven, making Ye's heart beat again.

He recklessly stepped into the river between them, the water splashed all over the ground, soaking each other's clothes, and rushed into Yun Jian's arms with water marks all over his body.

With both arms firmly locked on Yun Jian's waist, he could feel his body temperature, hear his heartbeat, smell the familiar cold fragrance of Lingmei, and... and his hot breath.

Everything is so familiar, so long desired.

He gasped, his heart beating wildly.

It's him! !

He came back alive to his side!He finally doesn't have to live alone!I can finally be with him!

With a hoarse voice, he opened his mouth cautiously, fearful and apprehensive, fearing that the dream would be broken, and eager to confirm it.

"Master..."

"Well, I'm here."

"Master!!"

"I'm here."

It was Yun Jian's hand that first caressed General Ye's soft hair, then fell down gently, and then kneaded Jiang Ye's neck. He has grown a lot taller, and has lost his youthful innocence. Now he is as high as Yun Jian's earlobe. It's just that she is too thin and has a lot of laxity.

Jiang Ye had heard enough of his throbbing heart, raised his almond eyes that finally lit up again after a hundred years, and stared straight into Yun Jian's eyes.

That's not enough!

Standing on tiptoe, he kissed Yun Jian's beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Wet each other's eyelashes.

He took the plum branch from the opponent's hand, curled up Yun Jian's hair, and inserted it obliquely.

It was as if I had returned to the night market by the lake.

"Miss, don't take it off, I... I gave it to you, you look good on it..."

"Well, don't pick it up."

Yun Jian's thin lips parted slightly, and holding the back of the other's head, he kissed the blushing Jiang Ye passionately and affectionately.

He was hurt again and again, and again and again he stubbornly wanted to love him and heal him.

And he, who once fell into the darkness, was close to madness, and didn't care about life and death, but because of his ray of heavenly light illuminated his way and future, his heart was as white as clothes in the end, and there was no other thing, no hatred, only love!

Several lifetimes, tens of thousands of years, thousands of years, and a long century of loneliness, from the demon god and the demon queen, His Highness Feng Lan and Jiutian Liquan, to the little broken bird and the small stream, to the master and his disciple...

They finally continued this unbroken and inseparable relationship.

It is due to encounter, and encounter is fate.

Pity him because of love, and pity him because of love.

The blazing fire of Nirvana burns everything away, burns hatred, conspiracy, despicability, ferocity...all into ashes, burns into ashes, but also...lights up the fiery love.

And... a continuation.

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