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People in the world say that Li Daoxuan is only half a step away from becoming a fairy, but seeing it with his own eyes is a thousand miles away from the rumors.

After entering here, Xue Wuling felt that the devilish energy he had left in Li Daoxuan's body was still alive.

With such a physical body, what is it like to become a fairy?

Xue Wuling even suspected that if he made a move now, Li Daoxuan would be powerless to resist.

Li Daoxuan drank the wine silently, looked at the person opposite, his eyebrows and eyes could be seen clearly under the dim moonlight.

"After all, you are from the same sect, you shouldn't kill Lanzhi."

Xue Wuling sneered: "Master loves his disciples."

Li Daoxuan lowered his eyes: "This is what a teacher should do."

Facing Xue Wuling's mocking look, Li Daoxuan said: "I regret that I went to find you back then."

Many things started at that time, which should have been the end of an end, but it became another endless beginning.

"I heard that the demons under your command are raging in the land of Shu. You should know that this is a big mistake, but you indulged it to the end and joined forces with it."

This earnest and instructive tone made Xue Wuling seem to have returned to his boyhood, and at the same time he was disgusted, and at the same time, a fiery attachment arose in his heart.

"In Master's eyes, have I ever been right?"

The two looked at each other, with clear good and evil, and unclear entanglements.

"Mingshan."

Xue Wuling interrupted him: "Don't call me Mingshan, I'm Xue Wuling."

"You are my apprentice, I hope you can turn over a new leaf and stop as soon as possible."

"Reform?" These four words were passed to Xue Wuling's ears like a big joke: "What qualifications do I have to reform? I was born as a continuation of the Six Desire Demons. You want me to change? Another day or another life ?”

Destiny?These two words made Li Daoxuan's heart tremble, and a pair of invisible hands tightly grasped his heart, but his expression remained calm, and he just put the wine glass on the table lightly: "Mingshan, I Hope you live well."

With a bang, Li Daoxuan's attitude ignited Xue Wuling's anger. He slapped his hands on the table to prop up his body, and looked directly at the person opposite: "Did you give me a chance to live? What else do you want from me?"

Xue Wuling's heart was almost resentful, he hated every bit of calm on the face of the opposite person, and even said that he wanted him to live well, couldn't he live well by himself?He has an amazing talent in cultivation, he is able to control demons outside, and he is omnipotent. There is no one in this world who can threaten him.

But facing Li Daoxuan, this master who is indifferent and superior no matter when and where, as long as he doesn't recognize him, as long as he doesn't look at him, Xue Wuling feels that the power of his life has been taken away.

He held a piece of ice and regarded him as the whole flame of his life. He lived so madly and in pain, everything about him was here, what else did Li Daoxuan want?

"Mingshan." Li Daoxuan called his name again, Xue Wuling wanted to roar angrily, telling him to stop calling Mingshan the ironic name, when Li Daoxuan's voice fell softly.

"I'm going to die."

Five words will stop everything abruptly.

He is going to die?

Xue Wuling looked at Li Daoxuan again, only to realize that in just a short year, his changes have been silent but cannot be ignored.

Li Daoxuan was so immortal back then, even wearing a plain white Taoist robe, he looked like an exiled immortal, but now what remains is only thin and pale.

He did die soon, but so what?Xue Wuling suddenly calmed down, feeling extremely peaceful.

Maybe he becomes a ghost, maybe he goes to reincarnation, no matter which one is possible, at least it is impossible for him to leave himself.

As long as he is still in this world, as long as there is him in this world, the pain of Baobing is nothing to him.

"Master, if your physical body is about to perish, it doesn't matter if you become a ghost cultivator. I have the art of raising ghosts, and you and I have our own way to seek the Dao. It is not necessary to have a mortal body to accomplish this."

Li Daoxuan finally called his master again, but what came out of his mouth was such absurd words, Li Daoxuan smiled slightly, as if the person who said these words was still a child, babbling around his legs.

"Don't be silly."

Xue Wuling looked at this smile, wondering if it was a laugh or a taunt?But when he saw this smile, his heart melted in half, thinking that Master had also been in love with him, although no one knew whether it was more physical or spiritual, but in the end he took the initiative to embrace him .

There was a secret and happy past between them, and this alone is enough to distinguish him from other disciples, right?

He is definitely different.

Otherwise, how could Master say that he wanted him to live.

Xue Wuling held the jug and filled their glasses with the transparent liquid: "Master, I did make a lot of mistakes, but if I have to turn around, there is no turning back in life."

Li Daoxuan picked up the wine glass and drank it without saying a word. After a few cups, his body gradually felt warm and harmonious. Xue Wuling felt a bit ambiguous in this silence, as if he had fumbled for a thread, and approached it step by step. He poured another glass of wine: "When did Master fall in love with wine?"

Li Daoxuan's eyes were already a little watery, he tilted his head and glanced at him, and sneered at himself: "After you leave."

Xue Wuling held the silk thread, and under Li Daoxuan's gaze, he recovered and hugged the man who was sitting silently, with his forehead pressed against his temple, and said dryly, "I miss you too."

Li Daoxuan raised his hand and touched Xue Wuling's cheek with his fingertips: "Silly boy."

After that, Xue Wuling came here often. Whether Li Daoxuan forgave him or not is hard to say, but seeing that there is still an opportunity to take advantage of, he will naturally not let the opportunity pass in vain.

Li Daoxuan regards the existence of Xue Wuling as dispensable, and he comes and goes as he pleases, but Guixue avoids Xue Wuling and comes here occasionally, saying that Xue Wuling is building a magic palace in the illusion of central Sichuan, and his demons are running around, wanting to be next to the Purgatory Pool of Ten Thousand Souls Build a Yin Temple to raise ghosts, referring to the old Afang Palace, Xue Wuling became a demon, and still has the intention to raise ghosts, and wants to offer this ghost on top of his head.

The crimes he has committed are becoming more and more serious. If he does not stop, there will be no good end. Li Daoxuan knows that cause and effect are merciless, and when the retribution comes, Xue Wuling may not be able to bear it.

And no matter how turbulent the devil king who made a big mistake is outside, he can only be an obedient apprentice here.

This silly child climbed into his bed night after night, Li Daoxuan was still sighing.

Silly boy.

Li Daoxuan closed his eyes tightly, Xue Wuling hugged him tightly behind him,

In early winter, on a snowy day, Li Daoxuan took Xue Wuling out of the house for no other reason, but because he was worried that he would not have the chance to see next year's winter, so the present moment was extraordinarily precious.

Xue Wuling propped up an oiled paper bamboo umbrella, opened it with a bang, covered Li Daoxuan's head, and walked out with him, fine snow particles rustling on the oiled paper.

The two of them walked to the lonely gravel field behind the mountain without knowing it. Li Daoxuan felt that time really passed quickly, and it was winter again in a blink of an eye.

When I met Cui Qi, everything seemed to be still in front of me, and the memory of returning to Beiman Mountain with Xue Wuling in my arms seemed to be stuck in the last moment.

In the neglected courtyard when he was young, the cold and lonely wind seemed to still blow his clothes when he left home. Li Daoxuan looked at the ground covered with a thin layer of snow.

Xue Wuling was dressed in dull black clothes, but he looked thick and colorful in the pale world.

Almost just for a moment, Xue Wuling felt something was wrong, and looked at Li Daoxuan beside him, he just watched himself quietly.

"Mingshan, let's stop here."

The oil-paper umbrella fell to the ground, and Xue Wuling was neither happy nor sad: "Can you kill me? And, are you willing?"

Li Daoxuan showed a smile, with a little helplessness hiding a lot of emotion.

He was reluctant.

He wanted Mingshan to live, and he was always reluctant to part with this child raised by him.

When Cui Jiao died, he couldn't bear it. He thought of the suffering in the world and the fate of heaven, so he wanted to cross Cui Jiao and free him from the sea of ​​suffering.

In his whole life, just thinking about getting rid of this child has already exhausted all his strength.

But I never thought that there has always been a saying that there is only self-crossing and no other crossing.

Maybe everything now is the end of his self-righteousness.

Not only Mingshan couldn't do the four words of getting rid of the sea of ​​suffering, but even he couldn't do it. He was drowning in this sea of ​​suffering and had lost his direction.

First it was the Demon of Six Desires, then Cui Jiao, and now Ming Shan. The entanglement of evil and fate set off boundless waves, and they could not stop life after life.

How long will they be entangled, and how many times will Mingshan have to die for him before they can escape from this mutual torture?

He can't get over anyone, if only one of them is destined to live well, he has made a choice.

Li Daoxuan looked at Xue Wuling, raised his hand high, opened his five fingers, and changed his gesture at the moment of rapid fall, and closed it with the other hand, forming a close and inseparable magic spell.

"Mingshan, farewell."

……

Li Daoxuan sat cross-legged on the Wuya Stone, looking at the mountains and clouds in the distance, and the misty abyss under the cliff, with a thin fir draped over his shoulders, he has been sitting on this Wuya Stone for three days.

Thin and thin to the point of revealing the fragility of the flesh, even the lips have paled.

There are often disciples who come to visit him, and there are only a few who can talk to him.

Zhao Desheng came again, standing beside the Wuya Stone and looking at Li Daoxuan: "Master, everything is ready, when will it start?"

"I asked Cyclamen to search for the cemetery. When he is found, let him be buried properly."

Zhao Desheng's words stuck in his throat, and he finally swallowed them down. He knew that it was best for him to shut up at this time, and it was best not to say anything. For Li Daoxuan, it was best not to ask any questions about his petty thoughts.

Mingshan is dead, but for a person who has become a demon, the physical body is dispensable, what is needed to deal with Mingshan is a seal.

They were ready to seal Mingshan, but the master wanted to seal Mingshan in the cemetery, and he wanted to bury Mingshan.

Li Daoxuan spoke as if he was sighing softly: "He is a human after all, how can he not even have a tomb, if there are not many objects, then take the things in my warehouse to accompany him."

Li Daoxuan knew that people's hearts were weak, and he explained again: "Most of my things are also given by you, and I only treat them as your senior brothers, so leave something to accompany him."

Zhao Desheng looked at Li Daoxuan, his heart was filled with bitterness, and he responded with sadness: "Yes."