"Later I thought that there might be a conflict between you and Zhengdao." She lay in his arms, her cheek pressed against his chest, "But that's not right. If you really don't like Zhengdao, why would you order the demon cultivators to restrain themselves now? Righteous ways and peaceful coexistence?”
Xuan Xi gently stroked her hair on the other side and listened to her words with a faint smile. His eyes were rarely warm and soft, and said, "A-Tong, do you want to ask senior brother the reason now?"
But she shook her head.
"Actually, I already have some guesses. I just want you to tell me if what I said is right."
She gathered spiritual energy on her fingertips and slowly drew a Tai Chi diagram in the air. The black and white yin and yang fish rotated, and two different-colored dots landed in it.
"When I was in the sea of fog, all I saw was the white mist. When I was free, I always wondered why you did all this."
The two colors of black and white represent the two sides of yin and yang. The boundary between the black and white sides is the interval between yin and yang. The black dots in the white represent the yin in the yang, and the white dots in the black represent the yang in the yin. The cycle of the sky is endless.
"Everyone feels that Tao and demonic energy are incompatible, just like spiritual energy and demonic energy are clearly separated."
She raised her head and looked at him: "But you once told me that demonic energy refined to its purest form is chaotic energy; but everyone in the world knows that the purest spiritual energy is born from chaotic energy; as long as the spiritual energy is contaminated with demonic energy, , will soon be assimilated into demonic energy. Is this just like the yin-yang fish, there is white in black, and black in white. Demonic energy and spiritual energy are not incompatible? "
He smiled and didn't answer, but said encouragingly: "There's more."
"Since good and evil are like yin and yang, they should complement each other. The demonic realm is barren and the demonic cultivators are weak, and the righteous path has become less and less powerful in recent years. After you fall into the devil, the strength of the demonic realm will increase greatly, but at the same time Yes, the number of righteous rookies is gradually increasing."
She suddenly tightened her hands, grasped the hem of his clothes, and took a deep breath.
"I didn't know why before, but Feng Yin Yue - the door to the demon world is getting more and more unstable. We can't stop them just by relying on the right path!"
"Fifteen years ago, did you discover the truth about the invasion of demon cultivators? You fell into the devil in order to improve the strength of the demon cultivators. In order to wait for the realm gate to be broken through, you could unite with the righteous demon cultivators to fight against the demon cultivators. ?!”
Tong Su shivered in pain.
Therefore, after the evil cultivator invaded, he would rush back to the right path all the way, and let the right path insult and anger him. He would only use the Red Underworld Sword to cross the battlefield and kill the evil spirits.
Therefore, after he could no longer withstand the invasion of demon cultivators in the human world, he would use his body to suppress and seal the world gate. Once his thousand years of cultivation and Mahayana cultivation were gone, his soul disappeared from the world and disappeared from the sky.
He is such an unruly person, so unruly that he never bothers to ask for help. Even if he is insulted, misunderstood, slandered, and hated by others, he does not bother to explain.
What he wants to do is never the first person on the right path or the devil in the demon realm.
What he wanted to protect was never the righteous path or the demonic realm.
And just...
world.
Traveling alone across thousands of mountains, there is no need to see each other off.
The lonely light shines on oneself, and the liver and gallbladder are all ice and snow.
She grasped the hem of his sleeves, raised her eyes, and looked at him fiercely and tenaciously, "Tell me, is this the case? Have you already planned to die?"
His steady breathing finally became disrupted.
On that drooping face, the smile faded quietly at some point, his eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were a little dodgeable. He reached out to touch her, but Tong Su dodged her.
"...A Tong."
He looked at her face as fresh and delicate as a March flower. She stared with a serious look on her face, which made him feel more guilty, and finally called out in a low voice: "A Tong."