After the rebirth, the master takes orders and asks him

Yun Rong saw that he had a natural expression on his face, his eyes were bright, and he didn't show any resentment or hatred, so he knew that he really didn't care, and really let go.

After spending several lifetimes, what you want and what you want is not the person in front of you. The more or less injuries, unbearable pain, sharp hatred, and helpless misunderstandings in the past have all disappeared in that sentence of love, and let each other let go.

Xie Jincheng sighed and hugged him.

"I've worked so hard for so many lifetimes, but I never got the reason to throw it away. I know I can't let it go. I want you. Since you are willing to give it to me, why don't I follow my heart?"

"What is in the past should be in the past."

Xie Jincheng's finger stuck to Yunrong's cheek, slid down, pressed on his lower lip and groped, narrowed his eyes and leaned close to his ear and said:

"The south wall will not be hit only once. I have hit it so many times, and I don't mind doing it again."

You are my heartbeat again and again.

When he came closer, Yun Rong broke free from his restraint with her right hand, went around the back of his neck and pressed down, raised her head, and closed her eyes.

Lips pressed together, breathing fast and hot.

Xie Jincheng's heart felt numb as if someone had gently scratched it.

The corner of his lips hooked: "But I'm still angry when I think of your ignorance."

Yun Rong's drooping eyelashes trembled, waiting for him to speak.

"So...you let me tonight, I'm happy, so I'm not angry."

Xie Jincheng looked at him with raised eyebrows and smiled.

A faint smile appeared on Yun Rong's cold face, and he took his hand and walked towards the lower realm, opening his lips and saying softly:

"it is good."

Xie Jincheng narrowed his eyes: "Then you have to be obedient tonight."

A narrow smile flashed across his face.

Yun Rong nodded and looked at him dotingly:

"Ah."

Under the boundless sky, the two walked side by side, and disappeared together at the end of the clouds. They didn't have the slightest nostalgia for the place behind them that countless cultivators longed for, and they dragged each other into the world of mortals without hesitation.

Tianyue watched from the tall palace, a little bit of emotion flashed in her eyes, and soon, very short, disappeared in an instant.

That heart that was as cold as ice and snow and as hard as a stone, Yan Ge spent thousands of years could not warm it up.

The fairy servant beside him held the sword carefully, lowered his head and asked in a low voice: "Xianjun, do you want to seal this sword back to the Qianyuan Palace?"

Tianyue turned her head and glanced at the familiar sword.

The sword spirit is no longer there, and it also looks a little dim, as if it has lost its sharpness, and it seems that it has been tired for thousands of years, and it wants to stay silent forever, just an ordinary sword.

I don't understand anything, I don't want anything.

Tianyue withdrew her gaze, turned around, put the remnant soul of the sword spirit from Yunrong in her hand into the sword body, and said indifferently:

"No, with the remnant soul of this sword spirit, a new sword spirit can be cultivated in the shortest time based on it."

"But if it fails, this weak remnant soul will probably be even weaker..."

"It's not something you should think about."

The fairy servant lowered his eyebrows.

"Yes, Xiaoxian understands."

Immortal servant could tell that he just wanted to make it return to its strongest state, as for the price, he didn't consider it.

Holding the sword and bowing his head, he retreated step by step, all his attention was devoted to lamenting the ruthlessness of Tianyue Xianjun, and he failed to see that the light on the sword in his hand seemed to be getting dimmer, until finally, he couldn't see it at all.

Tianyue's injury healed at a frightening speed, hardly affecting him at all.

Most of the immortals seem to have abandoned their cultivation after ascension. Their long and endless lifespan has satisfied them, and they don't value the rights in the God Realm.

But Tianyue is different.

His lifelong pursuit seems to be endless cultivation, and cultivation is everything he believes in, which also makes him a powerful character in the God Realm that no one dares to mess with.

After explaining Yan Ge down, he began to retreat and practice again.

But not long after, the fairy attendant rushed into the hall, in a hurry, lost his usual calm expression, Tianyue couldn't help frowning.

"What's the matter?"

All the immortals in the God Realm know that they must not disturb Tianyue Xianjun when he is practicing, which is against his taboo.

No one has ever dared to do this, but today's fairy servants seem to care nothing about it.

He opened his mouth, his face was inexplicably pale, and it took him a while to make a sound: "Yan...Yan Ge...Ge, he..."

From those two words, it can be heard that there must be something wrong with Yan Ge giving birth to the sword spirit.

Tianyue frowned slightly, thought about it, and finally decided to take a look.

In the Qianyuan Hall, in the golden light array engraved with complicated inscriptions, Yan Ge's sword body stood there straight, and the battle method was extremely repulsive, and the remnant soul seemed unwilling to compromise on this.

It doesn't want to transform the spirit, it just wants to be like this.

All the fairy servants who set up the formation looked a little ugly. After all, they have never met such a thing. Most of the artifacts and creatures are happy, happy that they will soon have a new form.

But the sword is unwilling.

It seems to be tempering.

Moreover, he still used his temper against the terrifying Tianyue Xianjun,

All the immortal servants could not help but wiped their sweat.

Tianyue squinted her eyes, her expression was indeed a bit ugly.

Yun Rong's disobedience to him can be said to be a new consciousness, and this remnant soul belongs to Yan Ge, now even he dares to resist him?

He stepped forward to imprison the struggling sword with spiritual power, his eyes were deep, and he opened his lips and said word by word:

"I've kept you all these years because you are my natal sword, and you can't give birth to a spirit. You are nothing more than a piece of scrap iron to me. Any sword I can find will be better than you!"

The sword finally stopped moving, stopped, and was quiet in Tianyue's spiritual power.

Tianyue breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, thinking, after all, he didn't dare to disobey her.

Turning to the immortal attendants, he said, "Continue."

Then he withdrew his spiritual power and stepped forward to step out of the palace gate.

At this moment, the fairy servant's exclamation came from the ear:

"Xianjun!"

Tianyue frowned and turned her head, then her eyes were tightly locked, her pupils shrunk, and her eyes were full of disbelief.

Yan Ge's sword was shattered.

In front of him, it was broken bit by bit, together with the residual soul attached to it.

The shattered sword spirit reflected Tianyue's distorted face and his suddenly extended hand.

His eyes were red, and he kept using his spiritual power to protect the half of the sword that was not completely broken, and his whole hand was shaking.

"What do you want to do……"

Knowing that Yan Ge would not answer him, he still furiously said:

"What do you want to do!"

All the indifference and calmness on his face were shattered like a mask, leaving only the most real emotions, the most intuitive anger and shock, and a trace of fear hidden in his pupils.

All the fairy servants were frightened by his expression.

And Yange seemed finally satisfied, he tried his best to break free from Tianyue's spiritual power, and let his sword body break into countless pieces in front of Tianyue, becoming fragmented.

Finally, leave him a word with all your strength.

"This time, I'm not used to you."

Blindly giving, blindly compromising and indulging, only got that person endless injuries time and time again.

Yan Ge Ning didn't hate him for never being emotional, even if everything was just his own wishful thinking.

What he hates is that the other party obviously likes him but refuses to admit it, and he pretends to be ruthless when he is clearly tempted. He hates that he can hurt him like that while liking him.

If you don't fulfill him, you won't let him go.

The shattered sword body seemed to be the biggest mockery to Tianyue, as if saying to this lost person:

Look, now I don't want you.

The sword is shattered, and the soul is destroyed.

Never has anything been repaired intact after being broken.

There will no longer be a sword named Yan Ge in the world, and he doesn't even want to keep a double for him.

Tianyue stared blankly at the fragments of Yange lying quietly on the ground, her expression was dazed, her eyes were helpless like never before, her lips trembled slightly, and there was a heart-piercing pain from her heart, which almost made him whole People drown.

He knelt stiffly among the wreckage of the sword on the ground, grabbed it with his bare hands and tried to piece them together, but he forgot to use his spiritual power, and soon blood covered his whole hand, as if he had turned back to the one he had been a long time ago The most vulnerable mortals, without supernatural powers, will be powerless and hopeless.

He pieced together Yange's sword bit by bit, and watched it shattered to the ground under his touch. He could only pick it up and put it together again, and then watched it shatter in front of him, finally he couldn't bear it any more. stopped, knelt in a pool of blood, and cried out:

"Yango!!"

There are always people who want to determine the position of the other party in their hearts through the unforgettable pain at the moment of death.

And what was left to them at that time was only endless regret.

After Yun Rong and Xie Jincheng returned to the lower realm, they first went to Wan Jianzong to find Su Yu and Ji Qinglin who were waiting for them at the sect.

Ji Qinglin floated translucently in the air, looking at his dead body lying on the bed quite interestingly, feeling a strange feeling.

Xie Jincheng looked at his horrific corpse, and stroked his forehead helplessly:

"Your body was directly cut in the heart by Tianyue. Don't expect it to be repaired in hundreds of years."

Ji Qinglin didn't care too much: "This form is also quite good, and it won't be a problem for me to float like this for hundreds of years."

Yunrong looked at him and frowned and said:

"Your primordial spirit has only its form, but it's just to keep your soul alive temporarily. If it's really like this for hundreds of years, you probably won't make it to that time."

Ji Qinglin looked at him, and for some reason, felt that he had something to do, so he raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Yun Rong, you should have a way, right?"

He regretted his life very much and didn't want to die so early.

Xie Jincheng walked over with squinted eyes, and slapped him on the head: "It doesn't matter whether it's big or small, it's called Shizun."

Ji Qinglin knew that the two of them were reconciled, and the indignation he had before was gone, anyway, Xie Jincheng didn't care, what kind of heart was he?

So he cupped his hands obediently, saluted and said:

"Master."

A little helplessness appeared on Yunrong's cold face, and he said to Xie Jincheng, "Why don't you accept him as your apprentice yourself?"

Xie Jincheng recalled the unbearable past, and sighed: "Every apprentice I recruited wanted to kill me, and I don't want to accept another apprentice in my life."

Yun Rong was silent for a while, and didn't say any more.

He did have a way to give Ji Qing a place to stay, and he could even gradually realize his mere soul. Even if he failed to ascend, he was much better than ordinary monks.

At the beginning, Mu Se was in the magic weapon only because his soul power was too weak to balance with the magic energy in it, so he could only wait, but now adding Ji Qinglin's half soul is just enough.

"The magic weapon will use your primordial spirit as a medium to form a new world. Just like the thousands of worlds in the mortal world, you only need to cultivate slowly in it, and try not to have too much contact with those people."

Ji Qinglin nodded, and promised that he would not cause trouble.

Afterwards, Yun Rong used a magic weapon to send Ji Qinglin's Yuanshen in, and waited hundreds of years before picking him up.

Xie Jincheng put his body in the spiritual pool with the most aura in Changming Peak to raise him, waiting for him to come back.

After the matter was resolved, Su Yu returned to the Spirit Beast Gate, and the two of them also stayed at the most familiar Changming Peak.

At night, after taking a bath, Xie Jincheng suddenly pressed him down, restrained his hand, bit the tender flesh behind his ear and said:

"Is it time to fulfill the promise?"

……

"do it yourself…"

"I want to watch you do..."

"...didn't you do a good job with me? Hmm?"

...

More than 100 years later, Xie Jincheng and Yun Rong accompanied each other on Changming Peak every day, "practicing" together, and finally remembered to visit Xie Jincheng, fearing that his restless temper would cause trouble.

In the end, when he landed on the deep mountain where Ji Qinglin was able to practice at ease, he found that this person had gone somewhere!

After looking for his breath, he finally saw him outside a city wall, among a pile of corpses.

Under the dim setting sun, Ji Qinglin was a young man at that time, wearing a snow-colored white robe and squatting halfway on the ground, holding a half-dead child in his arms, with a dirty face that didn't show much.

Only the fire-like red pierced his eyes, but he quickly regained his senses.

"Where did the child come from?"

Ji Qinglin: "I picked it up."

"I asked you to come here to raise your soul, not to save others with your life."

Ji Qinglin didn't care what he said, after transfusing half of his own blood to the child, he touched his revived heartbeat and said with a smile: "You're too late, I saved everything."

For some reason, the first time I saw him, I felt that he wanted to save this person.

This is also the decision he least regrets, even if all the pain later started from here.

Xie Jincheng failed to stop him from saving people, nor could he stop him from taking people away.

It wasn't until a long time later that he realized that this child was transformed by the last ray of remnant soul left inside when Chun Jun sent Yun Rong into the magic weapon with his life.

Ji Xuan and Chun Jun disappeared forever, but Ji Qinglin and Si Ruochen were here, and with the persistence of the two lifetimes, they exchanged each other's staying together and made up their regrets.