Zha Gong You Don’t Know Love [Quick Transmigration]

Qingling Mountain.

It was already late at night, and the No. [-] sect in Zhengjie, which was bustling with people during the day, fell into a complete silence, only the occasional patrolling disciples stepped silently in the night, their shadows fell on the ground with the moonlight, thick and heavy. And obscure.

In such a silent night, no matter where it is, it is quiet, let alone the forbidden Jiuyou Pagoda on the top of Wanzhong Mountain.

The disciples guarding the tower practiced too much a few days ago. Now when the night is dead and people are officially sleepy, when they are about to yawn, footsteps suddenly come from a distance, which is particularly abrupt in the silence.

"Who!?" The disciple woke up solemnly, and grabbed the sword in his hand: "Who dares to break into the Qingling Pagoda?"

"It's me." A man in black came up to him, holding an oil lamp in his hand, his thick sword eyebrows flying into the sky slightly frowned: "Why are you the only one guarding the gate today?"

The disciple saw that the person who came was Wang Kang, the head disciple, and a frequent visitor to the Qingling Pagoda, so he relaxed his vigilance, let go of the hilt of his sword, and showed a respectful smile: "Brother Wang doesn't know something, the battle between gods and demons is imminent, Now almost all the three generations of children are required to refine the exercises, and the head of the sect has ordered that the number of guards in the sect be reduced, and let us go back to practice."

In fact, he felt that the guards in the Ten Thousand Mountains were so strict that there was no need to send people to guard the Qingling Pagoda on the top of the mountain!There is no treasure inside except for a sick young man who has no power to restrain a chicken, so why let his majestic three generations of disciples guard here!

Wang Kang just came out of the retreat, and he was not very clear about the situation inside the door these days. Hearing the words, he calmed down a little: "So, you have worked hard. I will watch for you tonight. You can go back and rest first. gone."

"Okay, thanks for your hard work, Senior Brother Wang." The disciple hurriedly agreed.

How could he forget such a good thing!Senior Brother Wang would come to Jiuyou Pagoda every seven days to keep watch for them, and he happened to meet him!

Watching the disciple go away, Wang Kang turned his head and looked up at the soaring Qingling Pagoda.

The tower stood silently in the silence, without any response to Wang Kang.

Looking at the Qingling Pagoda, Wang Kang suddenly fell into memories.

He never thought that one day he would be able to change from a handyman disciple who was not counted as an outer disciple to a senior disciple who could freely enter and leave the Qingling Pagoda, and even become the future head of the Qingling Pagoda.

It's just that the person he should be most grateful to is no longer there...

Thinking of this, Wang Kang stretched out his hand to flick the non-existing dust on the oil lamp, looked up at the towering Qingling Pagoda, and habitually held the hilt of his sword with his right hand. At this moment, he could faintly hear his own heartbeat.

This sword was left by his benefactor. Wang Kang remembers that he was very emotional and wanted to snatch the sword from that person at that time. Regardless that he was just an ordinary disciple, he pointed at that person's nose and cursed. : "What qualifications do you have to hold this sword!"

What was that person's expression at that time?

The strength in the man's hand suddenly let go, and Wang Kang subconsciously took over the sword that was about to fall, but the man seemed to suddenly wake up and wanted to snatch it away, but seeing Wang Kang's resentful eyes, he didn't know why his momentum went down. half a point.

At that time, Number One Under Heaven bowed his head to a disciple who had not yet established his foundation.

"I... I just want to temper it..." The man seemed a little embarrassed: "I won't take it away... just... give it to me... okay?"

The sword was originally given to the benefactor by that person, and the benefactor left it for himself.

Wang Kang didn't know the meaning of this thing at that time, and he didn't know until later that it was the only thing the benefactor could leave behind.

In order to avoid the intrusion of evil energy, all the things used by the benefactor were destroyed, from the bowls and chopsticks to the courtyard, and the person who presided over the cleaning was precisely that person.

Wang Kang didn't know whether his benefactor knew that such a thing would happen, but what he knew was how heartbreaking it was to sort out the memories of himself and his lover one by one, and then had to destroy them by himself.

That person fell ill after that, and then invited himself into the rebuilt Qingling Pagoda, becoming the new generation of Qingling Pagoda Soul.

The benefactor once stayed in it for 1000 years, and what he gave back was life after life.

For people like them, years are just a simple number for them, but their days still pass like ordinary people. That person has stayed in the tower for an unknown number of mortal ages, but he is still the first look.

Is this good or bad?Wang Kang didn't know.

Everyone has their own reasons for cultivating immortals, and he can't ask that person. Now, will he ever regret it.

The Qingling Pagoda recognizes the Lord, and Wang Kang's sword tassel hangs the symbol of the chief disciple of the three generations. The heavy stone gate opens automatically, and Wang Kang paces in.

Wang Kang hesitated in front of the tower before choosing to step in.

Even if he could see that person every seven days, he was still uneasy.

As soon as you step into the Qingling Pagoda, the surroundings change from quiet to isolated silence.

All light and sound were absorbed in the black tower, only the oil lamp in Wang Kang's hand exuded a faint light.

Wang Kang walked up the stairs step by step along the tower.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, when he reached the top of the highest tower, a pure darkness appeared before Wang Kang's eyes.

Wang Kang raised the oil lamp in his hand to see what was in front of him clearly.

The closest thing in front of him was an oil lamp like the one in his hand, but it had already been extinguished on the stone platform made of black stones, and it looked exactly like the one in Wang Kang's hand.

Through the faint light, one could see a man in white sitting in front of the oil lamp, with his back to Wang Kang, sitting beside the only stone platform in the pagoda.

The weak light from the oil lamp can only reveal the faint side face of the man, but one can also see the man's outstanding appearance, but for some reason, there are some indelible wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, as if his brows have not been relaxed. unfolded.

Where did this fairy come from?Why do you live here alone?

If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely ask questions.

He heard footsteps behind him, but he remained indifferent, just carefully wiping the dark oil lamp on his hand.

He didn't speak suddenly until Wang Kang stopped a few steps behind him.

"Today... why is it half a quarter later than usual?" The man seemed to have been silent for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, but he returned to normal immediately.

Standing a few steps away from the man, Wang Kang replied, "I was delayed a little under the pagoda today."

"What happened?" The man in white paused and asked, "...Is the battle between gods and demons about to start?"

Wang Kang was startled suddenly and didn't answer.

The original demon god was not really eliminated, just like the Qingling Pagoda can be rebuilt, the demon god will always come back one day, this is the inevitable reincarnation of good and evil.

That person exchanged his own life for the balance of the righteous way for 3000 years, but now it is unsustainable.

He didn't know how to answer the man's words. In the first 1000 years, he always spoke to this man in a sharp tone, and even extremely refused the task of sending oil lamps to this man. At that time, I felt that I couldn't swallow this breath, and took the initiative to take over the task of delivering oil lamps, hoping to scold this person well from the inside out at this moment.

This man never spoke back, he used such nasty words, all the nasty and vulgar words he learned in the mortal world were all piled up on this fairy-like man, but this man didn't seem to be angry at all, allowing him to swear like this.

In this way, the first 1000 years have passed, and Wang Kang has also changed from an ordinary outer disciple to the new master master, taking over the position of his benefactor.

Sitting in that position, he finally understood some of the difficulties of that person back then, and his tone towards that person gradually became gentler.

By 3000 years, Wang Kang actually can't remember the love and hatred at the beginning, and 3000 years is enough to wipe out all the love and hatred.

It's just that whenever new disciples come to the Qingling School, Wang Kang and the others will give them the first lesson of enlightenment, and must tell the deeds of his benefactor at the beginning. He uses this method to remind himself not to forget.

Seeing this person in front of him, Wang Kang has changed from his original anger to calmness, and even a trace of pity.

Although he is in pain, at least there is still hope for his life. He has endless things to teach, and countless new disciples waiting for him to teach, but what about the people in front of him?

The more terrible thing than waiting is knowing that there is no result.

At this time, Wang Kang suddenly felt that his benefactor's situation was even better than his. At least the benefactor still had some hope in the end, but the person in front of him watched his last hope disappear in his arms.

"You are pitying me." Wang Kang didn't reply, but the man in white continued to speak.

"Wang Kang," said the man in white, "you have changed."

After he finished speaking, he suddenly turned around and looked at Wang Kang.

At that moment, even the faint light of the oil lamp could not hide the peerless appearance of this man.

The years have given this person wind and frost, but they have also polished that person's supreme elegance.

Wang Kang was stunned for a moment, he suddenly remembered the appearance of this man he had seen in the grand ceremony when he was young, at that time Wang Kang thought, maybe this is the real fairy.

The man in white and Wang Kang looked at each other, but it was like a basin of cold water was poured down, which made Wang Kang calm down.

No, this is definitely not a fairy.

Immortals would never smile so blurred and desolate.

Absolutely not like this... desolate and sad.

This is obviously a poor man who can't ask for it.

Wang Kang looked sideways unnaturally, avoiding the white-clothed man's gaze: "No, Ji Wuchen, you're thinking too much."

Ji Wuchen turned a deaf ear to his answer, but continued to ask: "Why are you pitying me? Why, even you have changed your attitude towards me?"

At some point, Ji Wuchen had already walked to Wang Kang's side.

Wang Kang's hand on the sword tightened subconsciously, and he collected himself, "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Don't pity me," Ji Wuchen said, "I don't deserve it."

Wang Kang bowed his head secretly, but his hand clenched the hilt of his sword.

"I've already put the new oil lamp here. I still have something to do. I'm leaving first. I'll see you later."

He gently placed the oil lamp in his hand on the stone platform, and wanted to leave.

He wasn't pitying Ji Wuchen, but looking back, he realized that he was also the one who did the wrong thing. Two sinners, what right do they have to blame each other?

Ji Wuchen didn't answer, but still leaned over to touch the oil lamp that was completely out of light.

In this dark and claustrophobic space, this glimmering fire is his only ray of light.

Oil lamp reserves are limited, so Wang Kang will come over every seven days to replace him with a new oil lamp.

Wang Kang walked up to Ji Wuchen, wanting to pick up the unlit oil lamp, but Ji Wuchen refused to let him pick it up.

Ji Wuchen lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly, as if admiring the simple pattern on the ordinary bronze lamp: "Are you sure you can subdue the demon god?"

Wang Kang's hand that wanted to pick up the oil lamp froze slightly: "What do you ask this for?"

It is impossible for Ji Wuchen to get out of the Qingling Pagoda. Once he does, he will fly and disappear immediately.

"Just ask," Ji Wuchen coughed suddenly, and the cough didn't stop, he tried to finish the sentence: "If...you are not... sure...you can... Borrow... Qingling Pagoda..."

After finishing the last sentence, he unexpectedly gave a sweet breath, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, directly splashing onto Wang Kang's black robe!

Fortunately, the color of the clothes was already dark, and under the dim oil lamp, there was not much difference: "I'm sorry, I got your clothes dirty."

After a mouthful of blood spewed out, Ji Wuchen seemed to be in a better condition. He raised his head and looked at the tall man standing in front of him. His dark eyes were bottomless, but his lips were sickly pale.

Wang Kang hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Is your body okay?"

"It's an old problem that must occur once every seven days." Ji Wuchen wiped the blood stains from his mouth: "It doesn't matter."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wang Kang said, "The righteous way now and 3000 years ago are completely different things. We won't fall into the situation we were in before."

Things that require sacrificing a person to save the common people don't have to happen again.

Moreover, using the power of the Qingling Pagoda is almost at the cost of Ji Wuchen's life. Although Wang Kang doesn't like the person in front of him, he suddenly has some strange feelings for thousands of years. Wang Kang doesn't want Ji Wuchen to die. They even deliberately concealed the Qingling Pagoda when the meeting was held.

"Wang Kang," Ji Wuchen lowered his head and brushed the oil lamp again and said, "I don't care about death."

Wang Kang looked at Ji Wuchen's profile and didn't know what to say for a moment.

He could actually know that such an ending was almost what Ji Wuchen was looking forward to.

Wang Kang wanted to say something more, but Ji Wuchen had stopped him from continuing.

"Wang Kang, it's getting late, you should go."

Only then did Wang Kang realize that it was almost half an hour now: "Then I'll go first, you... take care."

"Okay," Ji Wuchen slightly bent his mouth, "Goodbye."

Wang Kang took a deep look at him, but Ji Wuchen didn't respond, so he asked him to stare.

After a long time, Wang Kang finally turned around and left step by step.

The moment Wang Kang turned his head, Ji Wuchen's expression changed from smiling to expressionless.

He just knelt there and watched Wang Kang go down step by step until he reached a place he could no longer see.

In the silence, only Wang Kang's slight footsteps could be heard, and then the sound of the stone door closing slowly.

Ji Wuchen remained kneeling in that position from beginning to end, and the oil lamp behind him swayed, emitting a faint light.

Until the final sound subsided, the oil lamp behind him suddenly went out.

Only then did Ji Wuchen turn around as if feeling something, and groped for the oil lamp that was still slightly warm in the darkness.

"Fool," Ji Wuchen muttered to himself as he touched the oil lamp in the darkness, "After the door is closed, how could this light still be on?"

Even so, his fingertips still did not leave the oil lamp until it slowly became temperatureless.

He knelt beside the stone platform and looked up at the top of the tower, only to see a boundless darkness.

At the last moment when the oil lamp was extinguished, it seemed that the wall of Qingling Pagoda was reflected.

It was engraved with a person's name, Sharon.

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Wang Kang, who promised everyone, is here

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