During last night, Qin Jun did tell him all about the past in a low voice, but Jiang Yinghe barely remembered half of it, and only remembered a small part of it.
Even though the long night didn't reveal the animal form at all, it still made him very tired. Jiang Yinghe lost his mind a little, recalling the words he heard last night.
Before he could think of it completely, he felt a cold under his feet, Jin was lifted from below, one hand held his ankle, and he lifted it up slightly.
Afterwards, a cool ointment was applied to the wound, covering all the inconvenient hickey marks and tooth marks.
Jiang Yinghe subconsciously shrank back half an inch, and had a small psychological shadow on this action, but the fingers holding his ankle slightly tightened, which brought back some scenes in his memory that were not easy to talk about on this website.
Just when he was a little nervous, he was suddenly embraced by the other party. Qin Jun's voice sounded from his ears, with a deep smile.
"What are you afraid of?"
… What are you afraid of, don’t you know
"I'm afraid you'll say I'm biased again." Jiang Yinghe settled the score after Qiuhou, implying something, "You still want to blackmail me with this."
Qin Jun smiled, leaned over and kissed the tip of his ear, and said, "Master, do you think you are being blackmailed?"
Jiang Yinghe didn't say anything for a moment, but only glanced at him.
The other party didn't stop moving, and pushed aside the thin clothes on Jiang Yinghe's body, revealing the beautiful scenery inside. He smeared the ointment on his fingers and touched the red spots, seeing Jiang Yinghe frowned slightly.
"Pain?" Qin Jun asked.
"No...it's a bit weird." Jiang Yinghe raised his hand and took off the medicine box in his hand, "I'll do it myself."
Qin Jun wrapped his arms around his waist and rubbed the strained area for the master.
Li Huanhan is not here, he has a lot of work to do, and he still needs to take care of the Tianmo Sect. Even if the Tianmo Sect is calm, he still needs to take care of his status as a senior brother of the Penglai Sect, so he only left tea to moisten his throat, and left temporarily .
It was understandable not to see Li Huanhan, but Changye seemed to have few things to do, and was tired of being around him all day, and he didn't see anyone at this time, so he didn't know what to do.
Just as Jiang Yinghe was thinking, he suddenly felt a chill in his palm, and saw Qin Jun holding his hand and putting something on his palm.
He swept his eyes and saw that it was a small bone ring, on which there was a faint aura of thunder disaster remaining on it.
"This is a token." Qin Jun said.
Jiang Yinghe raised his eyes in surprise, and heard the other party continue.
"I was born an evil spirit, and I was born in the Netherworld. Since I was born, only ghost cultivators have survived in the world."
"To be born is to be honored, all the way is smooth, until you cross the catastrophe." Qin Jun paused slightly, staring at him quietly, his tone seemed to be ordinary, "Fate treats me only a little bit."
His tone has always been loose and cynical, because he has never encountered anything serious since he was born. Unlike Li Huanhan, who was born in the mud, and Long Ye, who was frustrated midway, he has hardly been troubled by fate.
Until the catastrophe.
Each of his thunder tribulations had to be surmounted by hundreds of times and thousands of times the hardships of other races and monks. There are countless setbacks encountered.
This is not like the test given to him by the way of heaven, but more like the killing of him by the way of heaven.
Lei Jie cut off the body he had at the time, shattered the dharmakaya he had molded, and shattered all the entities.
Only his untouchable soul was left behind.
After experiencing special harsh treatment and targeting, he abandoned his body, condensed his body with spirit, and changed all the cultivation methods of ghost cultivation, leaving all obstacles behind him.
But he was still firmly blocked by the Dao of Heaven on several passes of enlightenment.
For this reason, Qin Jun forged the chopping sword, in order to cross the catastrophe, he did not hesitate to cut off the luck of the world, stepped on the way of heaven that hindered him, and climbed step by step until the last moment.
But until the last step, the Dao Seed could not merge with him.
agree.
After thousands of years of pursuit, in the end, these two words are just a joke.
His life was like an absurd joke, which was denied by the whole world from the very beginning, rejecting everything he did.
But this matter, only he and Tiandao know each other. In the eyes of other monks, other races, and even other ghost cultivators, Qin Zongzhu was born with an evil spirit, and his journey has been smooth until now.
They said that the Lord of the Netherworld was born this way and never tried hard.
Qin Jun's arrogance and conceit were also born from this. For these words, he took them as clouds in his ears and didn't take them seriously, but at the same time, he would always show an effortless look.
What the price of effortlessness is, no one knows.
That's why when Master mentioned "Lord of the Ghost Sect" in front of him for the first time, his heart was moved.
Qin Jun didn't say all these words, but just mentioned a few words casually, passing them lightly.
He's used to it.
Following his words, Jiang Yinghe barely completed the many contents that were left in his mind.
Outlined a frame of life. He tried his best to listen to it as a happy story, but no matter how he thought about it, he felt that Jun'er must not be happy.
It's like Huanhan and Ye'er.
"However," Qin Jun looked at him and said, "Now I feel that these are nothing."
Jiang Yinghe was taken aback.
"Compared to the day when the mirror revealed the soul, Master wants to be like a stranger to me, this is not even a bit of suffering."
After hearing this sentence, Jiang Yinghe felt extremely soft-hearted, and put aside what he did last night for the time being, and said in a low voice: "...you said these words on purpose."
"Yes." Qin Jun replied, "But it is true that every sentence is honest, and there is no falsehood."
He raised his hand, raised Jiang Yinghe's chin slightly, and lowered his head to kiss the center of his brow.
"The world never tolerated me, only you are willing to accommodate me."
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After that day, Penglai Xianmen ushered in several consecutive autumn moons, and then the weather gradually became colder, and winter slowly entered.
Jiang Yinghe's cultivation has also gradually returned to its peak. At the same time, the succession of the Hehuan Sect has been basically completed. In a few days, he will be able to attend the succession ceremony. Some of the obstacles have been cleared away.
The previous fusion task had already been completed, and 20 fusion points were rewarded. After taking into account the income from dual cultivation and the previous accumulation, the fusion bar finally exceeded half, breaking through the 50% mark.
It's just that the relationship between them is not very harmonious. Although there are some interlinked temperaments, I am jealous of myself and I can't change it at all.
After accumulating to fifty, Jiang Yinghe finally took out the "Observation Diary", first estimated the thickness, and then in the hope of having a good time reading this time, opened the place where he had read before, and turned down the page.
"... We sat down and drafted three types of soul divisions, and arranged the parts that each carries. Since the most important part needs to carry Li Junye's Dao Seed, it is borne by his original true nature, but the Dao Seed is heavy. , this part of the mind and soul are affected, and it may be very similar to his madness."
"In order to leave time for the gradual arrangement, this plan may take a long time... He said that if he is lucky enough to survive, he is willing to accompany me home. That's right, with this person's current state, it is really a fluke to not die."
"Although the second part is his mind, it contains too many negative states, and they are all parts that affect the development of the human world... After he wakes up his soul, he won't be rejected by the world he created, right?"
"Third...
The third part is not discussed, because his mood is unpredictable, and today he pressed me down and kissed me forcefully, and even bit me. What does this mean? Do you want to pinch a cat and dog to come out? "
Jiang Yinghe wanted to laugh. He felt that he had a great talent for keeping a diary, so he scrolled down while integrating information.
"In the first four thousand and eighty-one years. Your Taoist ancestor pinched a cat out."
"I don't know how he dared to put part of his soul in it, but when I found out, he had already arranged it."
"This part of the soul enters the reincarnation of heaven and earth first, and you can see it in a few years, but before you see this cat, you have to divide the other two in turn. He lost part of his soul, and his realm fell. It's not a serious problem, but my spirit is much better, and I played chess with me for a while."
"This is a good thing, it means that he has calmed down.... But I always have the feeling of being with terminally ill patients."
"You and I will say goodbye, time is running out."
The last piece of ink smeared a little, I don't know if it was tears or a slight hand shake.
Jiang Yinghe also caught his breath, closed and opened his eyes, and then let out a low sigh.
He turned to the next page.
The handwriting on the back is messy, only a little bit of careful writing, only a few sentences.
"You are the gentlest person in the world."
"There is no second."
What follows are some memories and records, recording the scenes and scenes when we met him for the first time, recording the two people becoming friends, playing chess, drinking tea, cooking wine in the snow, sitting and discussing Taoism from the immeasurable sky, to the vast ancient forests and snow-capped mountains in the world of mortals .
Recalling that at that time, he broke a plum, turned it into an ornament, and tied it to the Wuchen sword. Since then, the fragrance of this plum has been infused into the soul, and the cycle of eternal life will not change.
"Hexian," he said jokingly, but his eyes were quiet and persistent, "I moved Fan Xin."
Li Junye's practice is the way of the Supreme, and the Supreme Wangqing, in his eyes, all things should be equal without the slightest difference.
In the cold wind on a snowy night, the Sword Immortal of Taichu grasped the long sword that does not touch the mortal world, and walked away with a flick of his sleeves.
In the hundreds of years of retreat that followed, the human world where the sword fairy was not present gradually collapsed and fell. In a short period of time, due to the damage of the foundation of the creator's path, it became a purgatory on earth. As far as this situation is concerned, it is the scene described on the first page of this diary.
Jiang Yinghe saw the last page. Before the story of the two of them started from the day they met again, a large piece of writing was blacked out on it, and there was only one line at the bottom, which was another person's handwriting.
It is free and elegant, but from the elegance, it highlights the original framework, which seems to be somewhat out of line.
It's not simplified Chinese, but ancient seals from the ancient times in the realm of comprehension.
"I hope you and I will only be separated this time."
Jiang Yinghe read this sentence for a long time.
He vaguely and vaguely remembered something, but he couldn't remember the specific scene at all. He could only remember the hand that gave him plum blossoms from the words, half in recollection and half in fantasy.
How can a person who is too forgetful of love move his heart.
Snow-covered white plums, cold and quiet, almost carrying a slight bit of a sword cultivator's aura.
At that time, the Sword Immortal of Taichu only felt that it was a temporary mistake. In order to let his friend restrain his mind and stabilize his Dao heart, he left alone and retreated for hundreds of years.
But the sword pendant turned from white plum is wrapped around the Wuchen sword, and it is inseparable from the sword spirit.
And this aura dyed into the soul, even if thousands of years have passed, every part of him will return to Jiang Yinghe's side accurately.
The author has something to say: The normal Taoist ancestor: Appreciating the wind and the moon, watching the snow, watching plums, practicing Zen, discussing Taoism, unparalleled gentleness.
Daozu after being tempted: I want to abolish my cultivation, today I and this world must die.
Normal Sword Immortal: Are you a lunatic? you like me? Do you think I want to come to this purgatory on earth? Don't think about it, just save yourself and practice the Tao!
The sword fairy after being tempted: He is the most gentle person, there is no second.