I have a routine, male god

The desert is desolate, only endless yellow sand can be seen for thousands of miles, the ancients are not seen in the front, and the comers are not seen in the future.

A round of golden sun hangs on the vast sky, like a majestic emperor, shining on the boundless sand sea.

Under a Populus euphratica tree, a white-haired old man sits quietly holding a sword. He is already very old, like the poplar euphratica tree that is about to die, and he does not know when it will reach the end.

But the old man sat very straight, his posture was like a pine tree in the sky, his hands were wrinkled, but the sword on his knee was sharp and bright, like a brand new one.

No one knows that this seemingly ordinary old man is actually a generation of sword god Ximen Chuixue. The black sheath sword has killed countless enemies, drank blood, and even pierced the heart of a sword fairy, ruining his ambitious life.

Ximen Chuuxue, blowing not snow, but blood, he stands at the pinnacle of the martial arts world, no one can be defeated in the world, and all living beings are no more than dust to him.

In order to pursue the ruthless way of swordsmanship, Ximen Chuuxue cuts off love, cuts off the fate of the world, abandons everything, and marches towards the end of the heart.

The further he advances, the more ingenious his swordsmanship becomes, and those who are bound to him are thrown farther and farther away. At first, he can still hear the shouts behind him, but then everything is silent, and everyone The sound is gone.

At that time Lu Xiaofeng was no more than a stranger to Ximen Chuuxue.

In the end, Ximen Chuuxue forgot everything, only the sword in his life.

After 50 years of retreat, Ximen Chuuxue has changed from a cold and handsome young man in white to an old man. His kendo has almost reached the end, but he couldn't make any progress at the last moment, so he came to the desert. Where the bones of mighty men are buried.

There were footsteps in the distance, and Ximen Chuuxue opened his eyes, his eyes were silent, like the white snow covering everything in the severe winter.

He is no longer a human being, but he has not yet reached the height of God.

After staying in the desert for more than ten days, Su Xi finally followed the system's instructions to Ximen Chuixue. In the Populus euphratica forest, with the sound of the wind, a sand fox rushed out from the ruined walls and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Su Xi knew that this was the ruins of the Western Demon Cult. The former leader of the Demon Cult, Yu Luocha, was powerful in the Western Regions, but after his death, the once powerful Demon Cult gradually declined. Only the mottled and damaged city walls stood in the yellow sand. Weathered day by day.

Now who else knows what Jade Rakshasa and Ximen Chuuxue are?The legend of the old generation has ended, and the younger generation has never even heard of their names. This is the arena of the younger generation, and the seniors have long since left.

Su Xi and Tang Ling walked in the Populus euphratica forest for a while, and saw a dying old man in front of them. It was hard to imagine that he was the sword god who came from the west with a sword from the top of the Forbidden City.

Su Xi saw him and asked, "Are you human?"

Ximen Chuuxue didn't answer, as indifferent as an emotionless statue.

Su Xi asked again: "Are you a god?"

Ximen Chuuxue still didn't speak, and there was a layer of ice in his eyes, which separated him from ordinary people.

Su Xi sighed with pity on his face: "Ximen Chuuxue, you are neither human nor god, you are lost..."

Ximen Chuuxue just glanced at Su Xi.

She only heard her ask: "Do you still remember Lu Xiaofeng?"

Lu... Xiao... Feng...

There was a confused look in Ximen Chuuxue's eyes, and a bright red seemed to flash across his mind.

Su Xi said, "He's dead."

Ximen Chuixue's heart, which was as firm as a stone, shook slightly, and soon returned to calm.

Su Xi said lightly: "He has been waiting for you."

After speaking, he turned around and left with Tang Ling.

Ximen Chuuxue sat on the spot for a day and a night, still unable to remember who Lu Xiaofeng was, but he was determined to find it.

Su Xi didn't tell Ximen Chuuxue where Lu Xiaofeng was buried, but he went straight to Xijing after leaving the desert, as if a voice told him that you should go there.

The closer we get to Xijing, the more fragmentary and vague memories flood in. Someone wearing a red cloak and raising four eyebrows invited him to drink, someone raised a torch and kerosene, and threatened to burn down his Wanmei Villa...

When Ximen Chuuxue stood in the barren hills and saw that lonely grave, with weeds growing wantonly, and the handwriting on the tombstone blurred and even greenish, the ice in his heart suddenly shattered.

Remember everything, Lu Xiaofeng!Lu Xiaofeng!It's Lu Xiaofeng!

Ximen Chuuxue burst into tears in an instant.

It was Lu Xiaofeng who came to Wanmei Villa every spring to steal his wine!It was Lu Xiaofeng who shaved off his beard to solve the case and asked him to come out to help!It was also Lu Xiaofeng who was always worried about him, afraid that he would die on the top of the purple gold!

Crash, something fell apart and completely shattered.

The real Ximen Chuuxue is back.

He was digging in front of the tomb. After digging three feet, he found a jar of wine.It was the jar of wine that Lu Xiaofeng brought to Wanmei Villa to meet him before he died.

There are three words written on the wine jar: You are here...

Ximen Chuuxue laughed three times desolately, lifted the lid of the wine, and the mellow aroma of the wine immediately wafted out, it was green plum wine.

Ximen Chuuxue took a sip and poured a little more in front of the grave. As he drank like this, the sadness in his eyes gradually subsided, and finally he showed a relieved smile: "I'm here..."

A generation of sword god Ximen Chuuxue passed away suddenly.

The moment he closed his eyes, he seemed to have stepped on a long road. At the end of the road, the four-browed Lu Xiaofeng looked at him with a smile.

Suddenly, Lu Xiaofeng with all white beard and hair returned to the prime of life, full of vigor and vigor, and Ximen Chuuxue turned back into a handsome and cool young man. They stared at each other with smiles in their eyes.

haven't seen you for a long time……

After finding Ximen Chuixue, Su Xi wanted to leave the desert with Tang Ling. At this moment, a beautiful woman like a flower appeared in front of them. Jealousy and madness.

Shi Guanyin smiled and said: "You are really beautiful, even more beautiful than what the businessman in the desert described, since that's the case..."

Shi Guanyin's voice turned cold in an instant: "Then I can't keep you!"

After finishing speaking, Shi Guanyin waved her palm and hit her immediately. Tang Ling was shocked and rushed up to stop her.

Tang Ling was a genius, but he was still young after all, and he had just begun his martial arts practice. He was no match for Shi Guanyin at all. He temporarily blocked her with a rainstorm pear blossom needle, and then escaped with Su Xi injured.

The yellow sand was boundless, and Tang Ling was vomiting blood all the way, but he couldn't stop, and if he stopped for a while, Shi Guanyin would immediately overtake him.

After running away for three hours, Tang Ling heard the sound of Shi Guanyin's bell. He finally did not run away. He wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, hugged Su Xi and kissed her frantically. After the kiss, he stared deeply at Su Xi, Pushed her and said, "Go!"

Then he picked up the thousand receivers, turned around decisively and left.

Su Xi desperately called out to him from behind, but he turned a deaf ear and went away like a shooting star.

Tang Ling tried his best to fight Shi Guanyin to the death, but in the end he was still defeated, and fell to the ground covered in blood. Before he passed out, he heard Su Xi's footsteps, and shouted desperately in his heart: Run!

Then lost consciousness.

Shi Guanyin reached out to cut off Tang Ling's neck, when Su Xi said, "Do you want to stay young forever?"

Shi Guanyin stopped.

Su Xi said: "Did you know that ten years ago, the two palace masters of Yihua Palace went to Tianshan Mountain, fought against Master Tianchan, and won the Youye Snow Lotus? Later, Palace Master Lianxing's deformed left hand was cured, and more beautiful than before."

Shi Guanyin looked at Su Xi with burning eyes.

Su Xi said: "When they came down from the top of Tianshan Mountain, they didn't have snow lotus in their hands. They only brought down a woman, and that was me."

"I am Youye Snow Lotus."

After finishing speaking, Su Xi raised her sleeves, revealing the imprint of the snow lotus with only three petals left on her arm. There was a flash of light on her arm, and the three-petal snow lotus turned into a two-petal snow lotus. At the same time, a crystal-like petal appeared in the palm of her hand.

The petals were faintly glowing, and there was a teardrop-shaped pattern on it, which looked extremely sacred. Shi Guanyin's eyes showed a frenzied light, and he ate the petals.

In an instant, Shi Guanyin became extremely beautiful, and then she began to cry, eyes full of remorse, and then committed suicide.

Guanyin has tears that can purify the filth of the heart and make people be good. The moment Shi Guanyin ate the petals, she became a kind and gentle woman. She could not forgive herself for her many crimes and committed suicide.

Su Xi breathed a sigh of relief, took another petal, and fed it to Tang Ling.

In an instant, Tang Ling's injuries were all healed, and after a while, he woke up. He was shocked at first, seeing that Su Xi was safe and sound, and Shi Guanyin was lying on the ground and died, so he hugged her hard and shed tears. tears.

After a while, Tang Ling asked Su Xi what was going on, Su Xi lied to him that Ximen Chuuxue had just come, killed Shi Guanyin, and then left.

Although Tang Ling was puzzled, he couldn't find any better explanation, so he stopped asking and took Su Xi back to the Tang Sect.

The elders of the Tang family liked Su Xi very much, and they gave her a lot of greeting gifts as soon as she entered the house, and even invited her to have a New Year's Eve dinner at the Tang family.

Su Xi lived in Tang Sect for a year, but on the day of Lantern Festival, Yue Lianxing came to see him and turned Tang Sect upside down.

It turned out that Yaoyue Lianxing finally caught Chu Liuxiang again, and learned from him that Su Xi lived in the yard where he would retire in the future, so he hurried to find someone, and after asking around when he found that there was no one there, he found out that she and Tangmen's little girl The young master is gone.

So the enraged Yaoyue Lianxing came to Shuzhong immediately. They believed that Su Xi had been deceived into such a den of killers. They had suffered a lot outside these days, and they were very distressed. They must take her away.

How could Tang Ling want to, his daughter-in-law has brought home, how can he fly?

As soon as the two parties met, they immediately fell into the field of Shura. Seeing that the matter was about to get out of hand, Su Xi quickly stood up and said to Yaoyue Lianxing: "I must marry him in this life."

Yaoyue Lianxing was going crazy, but Tang Ling was very happy. Su Xi talked with Yaoyue Lianxing alone for a long time, and the two sisters finally respected her, but they set a lot of tests on Tang Ling.

Originally, he wanted to let Tang Ling back out of the difficulties, but he didn't expect him to pass all of them.

Invite the moon and pity the stars::)

In the end, Su Xi was brought back to Yihua Palace to be married. Three months later, she was married into the Tang Sect.

A year later, Tang Ling's eldest brother died unexpectedly, and all five married sisters came back to attend the funeral. Amidst the cries, Tang Ling, the youngest son, took responsibility and became the heir of Tang Sect.

Later, the old head passed away, and Tang Ling officially took charge of the Tang Sect. With his immature methods, he overcame obstacles, dealt with the uncles who did not obey orders, and suppressed other sects that were eyeing him, and successfully established the Tang Sect.

Time flies by, and the duplicitous and arrogant young master of the past has become the majestic head of the Tang Sect.

After ten years of husband and wife, Tang Ling has always loved Su Xi very much. The disciples all know that the head of the sect is an earbud. While angry with his wife, he also cares about whether she stole candy again.

That year, there was a famine in the middle of Sichuan, and there were hungry people all over the place. Tang Ling took people to help the disaster, but it was a drop in the bucket. It can only be said that it was saved for a while.

As a result, heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky, moistening the dry land. Everyone cheered happily to the sky, only Tang Ling stood there in a daze, weeping for some reason.

Tang Ling, who was inexplicably panicked, hurried back to Tang Sect, but received the news of Su Xi's disappearance on the way. He fell off the horse and rushed back like crazy.

"What do you mean by disappearing? It's clearly because of your ineffective care!" The enraged Tang Ling almost strangled the servant girl, when a disciple who was searching for clues sent a letter.

There are only five words on the letter: sorry, goodbye.

Yaoyue Lianxing, who came to receive the news, saw the letter and heard that it was raining in Shu, and immediately understood everything, and told Tang Ling the truth with tears.

Tang Ling thought of Shi Guanyin's bizarre death in the desert, and when he woke up, his injuries were all healed, and tears fell like rain.

At that time, he seemed to be heartbroken, locked himself in the room, and cried until he couldn't cry anymore.

Three days later, Tang Ling still came out because he was the head of the Tang Sect.

From then on, Tang Ling never married a wife, he worshiped the Buddha whenever he met, and ordered the disciples of the Tang Sect not to kill in the Buddhist Sect, and those who violated it would be punished.

Ten years later, Hanshui Temple

The bell rang, and the ancient temple was peaceful, as if it was a pure land outside the world.

A group of Tang Sect disciples wearing masks walked into the temple. Their footsteps were as light as clouds, barely audible.

Although they didn't hold any weapons, the monks were startled by their terrifying aura.

The old host asked tremblingly, "What do you heroes do?"

The leader of Shashen waved his hand, and a disciple immediately took a bank note to the host: "This is the sesame oil money for the temple."

The host held the silver ticket in a daze, and watched the leader of the evil god enter the Buddhist hall, while the other little evil spirits were guarding outside.

The leader of Shashen took off the mask on his face, and he was as handsome as a banished fairy. He was tall, and he was no longer the immature young man he used to be. Even if he didn't wear height-enhancing shoes, he was still much taller than his sweetheart.

Tang Ling worshiped all the Buddha statues in the temple, and finally looked at the compassionate and holy Guanyin statue, and begged sadly: "You have mercy on the world, why don't you have mercy on me? I just ask you to return that tear to me .”

No one answered in the Buddhist hall, Tang Ling laughed self-deprecatingly, put on a mask, and left the temple.

After he left, the host walked into the Buddhist hall and said in surprise, "Bodhisattva...the Bodhisattva is crying!"