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

Ji Wuchen still remembers what Master said to him: "Wu Chen, your personality is too deserted, and you will easily end up alone all your life. Fortunately, God has given you a natural marriage because of your love." Patting his head, he said with relief, "We are Wuchen, we must live happily ever after..."

Ji Wuchen was stunned for a moment, then quickly calmed down, just lowered his eyes, and replied: "Yes."

But there is no feeling in my heart.

Both of his parents had died since he was born, and he was entrusted to his master to be raised. From the beginning of his memory, he was only accompanied by his master, the sword, and the responsibility of the entire Shangqing sect.

He didn't think there was any unhappiness in such a life, and he couldn't find a place for happiness.

The master taught him to fight for the sect all his life, but before he left, he told him to make him happy.

He wanted to say, Master, you haven't told me what happiness is, how can he find his own happiness?

He thought, if he becomes stronger, he will be fine, if he stands at the top, he will know the taste of happiness.

So he practiced very hard, and finally became number one in the world.

But he still doesn't know what happiness is. The master let him live a happy life, but even if he let go of the current position in his hand and let go of the heavy responsibilities, he still doesn't know what to do. Where to go, what kind of life to live.

So he still lived the simplest life day after day on the highest peak of Shangqing Mountain, practicing and practicing again.

He doesn't know what the happiness that the master is talking about is.

After many years, he finally understood what happiness looks like, not an illusory bubble, but a dream within reach.

——Being with someone, living in an unknown place, seeing each other when you open your eyes in the morning, sitting together at night, having a light meal face to face, watching the sunset together, and hearing him call yourself, Master, or a lover.

He had expected so much before, but he tried to raise his hand to touch it, but only got nothing.

——The moment he finally understands is the moment he loses.

The ecstasy and tingling are just a moment.

He lost his love, forever.

When Ji Wuchen hugged Xia Lang, he felt his heart ache beyond measure.

There are too many injuries on Xia Lang's body, his whole body is covered with bruises, and there are large areas of blood. He no longer knows which is the fatal injury, but Ji Wuchen is very strange, but he knows which places are He stabbed.

He still remembered Alang standing in front of him, smiling and telling his master, how he looked when he came again.

He still remembered that Alang refused to say who killed the prince.

Now that his memory has all been recovered, he no longer needs to ask this question.

The jade pendant was shining, and Alang was sure that he did not kill him, so who else could it be but himself?

Besides himself, who else is worthy of Alan's life to protect?

It's very strange that Ji Wuchen can't shed a single tear even now.

Because the heart is dead, what tears can he shed?

Even the blood was completely cold, Ji Wuchen only felt that his whole body was cold, and he was in convulsions so painful that he couldn't speak.

"Master!"

"Dust free!"

A voice called him back to reality, and Ji Wuchen realized that for some reason he had fallen to the ground.

Xia Ran was in his arms, quietly as if he had just fallen asleep.

It's raining.

The raindrops hit Xia Ran's eyelashes drop by drop, trembling, as if he was still blinking.

Ji Wuchen suddenly had a glimmer of hope——Alang, he is still alive!

Is he being too restless and feeling wrong?

He hurriedly pulled the great elder next to him: "Elder, save Alan quickly! Save him quickly!"

The Great Elder came over, gave his pulse, shook his head, and was about to speak, but suddenly saw Ji Wuchen's face, and couldn't help being shocked: "Wuchen, you—"

Ji Wuchen's eyes were bleeding drop by drop!

Tears have been shed, and only blood came out.

"How is it possible!!??" Ji Wuchen couldn't believe it: "Elder, you are watching!"

He wrapped Xia Ran in front of the great elder: "Look at him! He was still blinking just now! Look! Look!"

The Great Elder looked at Ji Wuchen's madness now, and heaved a long sigh: "Wuchen, you are not in the right condition now, go and rest first, we will clean up the battlefield."

Although he didn't know why the loss of an apprentice hit Ji Wuchen so hard, but this was already the best ending.

Without Manyou, the demons retreated steadily, and had no power to fight back in front of the cultivation interface.

As for the realm of comprehension, there was not much loss, only the loss of a disciple.

Just like Wuchen's master, death is an honor...

"We will give Sharan a grand mourning ceremony, and we will bury him in the resting place of the previous heads of the Shangqing School, next to your master," the elder said with a long sigh: "The deceased is gone, dust-free, mourning. "

Hearing the Great Elder's words, Ji Wuchen only felt a chill in his heart.

A few hours ago, he was still ecstatic about the two people's love for each other. A few hours later, he lost his lover.

He could feel that although the Great Elder expressed regret, there was actually no sadness in his heart. If he said it, he was mainly grateful.

Because from the perspective of the Shangqing faction, this is indeed a bargain.

But what about Aaron?Aaron died like this?Aaron will never come back like this?

No matter how grand the funeral is, can you give him Alan?

But Alang, if there is an afterlife, would he still be willing to be with him?

All the dusty memories emerged, and he realized that what he brought to Alan was only disaster.

He finally knew why he was seriously injured in Qingling Pond, not because Manyou was too strong, nor because Manyou was cunning, but because he... had a demon in his heart.

With the demon in his heart, he will no longer be able to become the unparalleled head of the Qing Dynasty, Ji Wuchen.

He remembered the appearance of Xia Lang he saw in the illusion of Qingling Pond.

"Master," Xia Lang smiled at him in a grown-up look that he had never seen before, "I belong to you."

The demon suddenly arises.

From then on, even if he lost his memory, his kendo didn't improve any more.

Everyone thought that under Manyou's restriction at that time, even he himself thought so, and he even used this ridiculous reason to blame Xia Ran--now that I think about it, how innocent Xia Ran is?

The pain and sins of his life all came from him as a master.

He came here on blood, broke through thousands of obstacles, and came to the Qingling Pond alone to save him.

Between the world and him, he watched Xia Lang hesitate for so long, and finally pulled out the sword with trembling hands.

He thought of Xia Lang's expression when he asked Xia Lang again and again why he let Manyou out.

He just felt that he was an asshole.

The world and him, who do you choose?

Xia Ran gave him a clear answer, which made him believe in Xia Ran's love.

But if it was him, Ji Wuchen closed his eyes.

A chill slowly spread over the whole body from the hand holding the Shangqing sword.

Isn't the answer obvious when Xia Lang is fighting against Manyou alone, but he hesitates?

Sharon loves him more than anything in this world.

And he... is not.

He hesitated.

Then, he lost his Arang.

Alang never had the chance to grow into the appearance he saw in the dream. He stopped growing during the thousands of years in the Qingling Pagoda, and when he came out, he still looked the same.

Only Ji Wuchen knows what kind of magnificence Alang will be when he grows up.

But now, he never grows up again.

Ji Wuchen didn't know how he got back to the Shangqing Hall.

He put A-Lang on the bed, and A-Lang fell asleep quietly, as if it was the same as when he was a few hours ago.

It's just that there are a few more wounds on his body.

Ji Wuchen stood by the bed obsessively, as if hoping that his Alang would open his eyes again.

The red mole behind Alang's ear was so obvious that the flames burned Ji Wuchen's eyes.

——Why did he ever think that Aaron would fall in love with someone else?

Alan grew up so big, and everything he did was for him.

As for him and his skin-to-skin relationship... Ji Wuchen closed his eyes, feeling that it was another unbearable memory.

When Alan carried him out, his body was almost full of wounds. He didn't know where he should go, so he just gritted his teeth and dragged him from there bit by bit. He would collapse at any time. Pulled out of the illusion.

He was unconscious at the time, but he wasn't completely memoryless.

What was he thinking then?

He seemed to see himself in the bridal chamber, and the man with the red hijab lifted it, and it was A Lang who was talking and laughing.

At that time, he thought, if this is hell, then he is willing to fall...

Xia Lang's face was redder than the raised hijab, his thin white fingers tightly clenched the corner of his clothes, and looked at him: "Master..."

He couldn't refuse, and... couldn't refuse.

He thought he was dead, and fell into a wild dream.

But for the first time, he saw how Xia Lang was injured all over his body and cried under him in the reality at that time.

Ji Wuchen reached out and slapped himself across the face.

You are simply inferior to a beast.

In the dream, Alang's eyes were bright, filled with admiration and love for him, he grabbed his neck and called out loudly: "Master...Master..."

In reality, Alang's body was full of wounds, his clothes were in tatters, and the only thing that was better was torn into pieces of cloth by him, covering Ji Wuchen's wound.

He couldn't stand up anymore, he tried to crawl away with both hands and feet, but he was dragged back by Ji Wuchen, Xia Lang had nowhere to escape, he could only be pressed by Ji Wuchen on the cold stone, using a dumb and out of tune voice, shouted: "Master...you wake up...you wake up..."

In the dream, Xia Lang and himself are in love with each other, and they live happily together.

In reality, Xia Lang slapped himself and said to himself: "Wake up, how could Master like you, he was just bewitched."

Intermittently, the broken things of that day were pieced together in disarray, Ji Wuchen finally couldn't hold back, and spurted a mouthful of blood from his heart, spraying it on Xia Lang's already icy body.

Ji Wuchen went to the study recklessly.

He hadn't been in the study room for several days, and the book spread out on the desk was the same one he read when he let Alang out.

He picked it up and took a look, only to find that the next chapter happened to be about the content of the Qingling Pagoda.

Ji Wuchen suddenly had a very bad guess in his heart.

He turned to the next page with trembling fingers.

There is only one sentence on it.

"The Qingling Pagoda has infinite power, but it is rare. If someone has the ability, his lifespan will be extremely depleted. Once he leaves the pagoda, he will only have fifteen days to live."

fifteen days.

He suddenly remembered how Xia Lang looked when he made a fifteen-day agreement with him that day.

The heart seemed to almost jump out of the throat, and then fell back to the bottom of the valley.

Why was he so stupid at that time, didn't see the despair and sadness in Alang's eyes?

He remembered the way Sharon cried before he finally left.

"Why... why are you so cruel to me when happiness is within reach..."

He was crying so desperately, but Ji Wuchen at that time couldn't understand.

He thought there was only a misunderstanding between them.

But I didn't expect that they were cruel directly, and the distance between life and death.

He promised Aaron too many things.

"I'll try Meng Yu again when the Demon Cult is settled down."

"When I'm free, I'll cook a meal for you."

"When you grow up, I will take you down the mountain."

He made so many promises, but never had the chance to fulfill them.

Alan waited for him for 1000 years, but he would not be able to get his Alan back if he waited countless 1000 years.

His heart seemed to have stopped beating. After thousands of years, he finally met the person he was thinking about day and night, but he didn't cherish it.

Those loves that had been buried in his heart for so many years and dared not admit it finally came like a landslide when his lover died.

Such a beautiful fate of a destined marriage, he has not even had time to taste the wonderful taste of it, but he knows how painful it is--

His lover, even to death, couldn't believe it, he loved him.

Ji Wuchen sneered, and with a flash of sword light, he actually cut off one of his ears.

There was still the red mole of natural marriage behind the ear, but it rolled on the ground with a snort, but Ji Wuchen could no longer feel the pain.

His lover didn't recognize him, so what kind of natural marriage is he worthy of?

Thinking of this, Ji Wuchen couldn't help laughing.

He had thought about dying with Alan before, but now that he thought about it, how could he deserve it?

The only thing A Lang left him before he left was this piece of land he guarded with his life...

For him, death is already a relief.

But he is not yet eligible for relief.

After a long time, he suddenly heard a strange sound in his ear.

"Do you still want to see Sharon again..."

Ji Wuchen was startled, not knowing where the voice came from.

"I can give you a chance to meet him."

There was no emotion in that voice.

Ji Wuchen darkened his eyes: "Say it."

If he could see him again, no matter what the price, he would be willing.

"I can send you back to the day when Xia Lang just came out of the Qingling Pagoda," said the voice, "You can repeat the period from when he came out of the Qingling Pagoda until he died, but you can't change the people in it." and plot."

Ji Wuchen closed his eyes.

How cruel.

Let him experience the plot of losing Aaron again and again, let him reflect on his mistakes again and again, see his indifference and Aaron's injury, but can't make any changes.

"I promise."

But in order to see Alan again, he... is willing.