He and It

In an instant, Yan Huan's smile suddenly disappeared. He couldn't answer the question, and he couldn't say another sarcastic word.

Liu Fuguang turned his head away, sighed, and laughed cheerfully.

I didn't make a move, he said briskly. In the end, I practiced the soul-intoxicating technique for several months, and finally I was confident enough to erase the child's memory and foster her in a family. In this way, I It was finally settled.

...Look, he is such a good person. Even facing demon cultivators who have different views and do not work with each other, he still strives to find a perfect solution. He is so indecisive. What reason does Yan Huan have to think highly of him?

But when Yan Huan swallowed the heart of perfection and lingered in the dream, looking over the memories of the past over and over again with no idea of ​​his mood, he suddenly realized something.

——Liu Fuguang rarely looked at the eyes on his face. From the first time he saw him, Liu Fuguang looked directly at one of the nine eyes in the center of his sternum.

——He can see that falsehood is of no use to the highest good. From beginning to end, the Yan Huan he saw was the ugly, evil, and evil Yan Huan. He gave his true self his pity eyes, his gentle smile, his passionate love, and his pure sincerity, not for the incarnation of hypocrisy, not for the imaginary skin.

At that moment, Yan Huan completely collapsed.

Just like the courtier in the story who had his heart ripped out, even though the sharp knife scraped his bones, he was still alive and could still walk down the court and into the street. However, when the minister leaned down and asked a merchant he met on the road what would happen if a person lost his mind, and after hearing the merchant's answer If a person loses his mind, he will die, the minister immediately fell off his horse and died with blood splattering three feet.

The truth is enough to kill people, so the discovery is an extremely cruel punishment. It can arouse the pain of self-destruction in people's hearts, and it also makes Yan Huan lose all excuses to make amends. All ruthless determination can only be found in the extremely cruel Love burns brightly.

He fell in love with Liu Fuguang. Many years ago, he also followed Liu Fuguang and died many years ago. He didn't realize this until the moment when Yan Huan suddenly became enlightened.

With a pair of hands eager to relieve the pain, Yan Huan carefully untied the knot and unfolded the scroll.

Thousands of years have passed, and the picture has long withered and turned yellow, but the content on it is still clearly visible - without any skills, Liu Fuguang straightforwardly described the palace where he lived in Dongmo. There was a harmonious scene everywhere. Sitting around chatting and laughing with his parents and brothers... Sitting next to him was Yan Huan, who was dressed in dark clothes and had an unhappy face, holding hands with him.

Yan Huan was stunned.

When did this happen? He was sure that he had never been to the royal palace in Dongnuma as a guest. Why did his Fuguang paint this?

Nine eyes were crowded in one direction, staring intently at the picture. Yan Huan's gaze slowly moved downwards, stopping at the few lines of the signature.

Two hundred and twenty-four years of glory, flowers flying over the moon, I would like to take this painting as a symbol... He silently read each word, ...the road to immortality is long, but I hope I will never forget it.

One minute turned into an hour, and one hour turned into an endless tomorrow, and the past reappeared before Yan Huan's eyes.

Becoming an immortal is an extremely arduous and difficult process. If a mortal embarks on this road of no return, he will gain many things but also give up many things. On the road to death, becoming a half-immortal almost means having no desires or pursuits, cutting off the eternal worldly ties, and after ascension, you have to abandon your old body and reach a pure and clear state where heaven and man are one.

In Liu Fuguang's words, becoming an immortal is the process of losing everything in exchange for gaining everything.

Therefore, those cultivators who are concerned about something in their hearts usually leave a note to write down all the things worthy of nostalgia, and then hide the note. Like an anchor on a sailing ship, a window to the past. Even if they really ascend to immortality, when the time comes to abandon everything, they can do so without hesitation, because they have already hidden the most precious things in their hearts. Even if you become a true immortal with no desires and desires, as long as you follow the anchor and climb through the window, you can grasp the beautiful things of the past, and you will not become a cold loner with nothing to gain.

Mark.

Yan Huan's hands could no longer bear the weight of the scroll. He hugged it in his arms and held it with all his strength. He tried to clear his throat before saying something, but he could only make hoarse, intermittent words. Cry.

This is a notation.

After becoming an immortal, like his family, he still regarded me as the most precious and precious thing.

The Dragon Palace is high and vast, with a glorious throne. The lonely Dragon God huddles on it, crying in despair. He cried as if there was no tomorrow, cried as if he was about to die. He was helpless and called Liu Fuguang's name. The severe pain made him tremble, and he could no longer say anything except the outpouring of blood and tears. .

Continuous roaring thunder sounded in Tang Valley, dark clouds shrouded the mountains and fields, and heavy rain fell immediately. In the rain that poured down the sky, thousands of ghost beasts trembled and dissolved into the earth at the same time, like countless people dying of broken hearts. The mark flowed into the bottomless crack.

There was a crowd of people and demon cultivators gathered outside. They didn’t understand what was going on. They guessed that the Supreme Being might be angry or aroused by unknown things, which caused such a terrifying scene. They watched the thunder and darkness. The magnificent scene of clouds, tears and rain makes me tremble in fear.

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It's strange, it seems to have stabilized outside. Through the barrier, Sun Yinian said in disbelief, Is it possible that the Ghost Dragon Negative Sun is over so soon?

Zhou Yi was still wearing the disguise of an old man. After talking to Liu Fuguang, he released the restraint imposed on the young monk. He still pretended to be in the foundation-building stage, and Liu Fuguang would not expose him.

He took out three pieces of money and tossed them six times in the air. He remembered the flowers and words each time and did some quick verbal calculations.

I'm afraid it's not that simple. Zhou Yi frowned, The ghost dragon didn't leave, but for some reason... he restrained himself.

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