"Boom—"
At this moment, the second tribulation thunder crashed down!
This tribulation thunder was like a bright and slender long sword, which plunged straight from between the two of them, directly splitting the glazed roof of the entire Xiaguang Palace in half!
Qiu Yutong's hand suddenly loosened, and his whole body rose up almost uncontrollably. The strong wind was like a huge palm, supporting him straight to the dark sky, to meet the test of the Nine Heavens Profound Thunder!
"Master—"
He heard the little apprentice calling himself from below, the voice was so frightened and desperate, but he couldn't do anything.
There were thick dark clouds around him, and the whistling wind sounded in his ears. In the thick darkness where he could not see his fingers, suddenly, the third tribulation thunder ruthlessly tore through the pitch-black clouds and fell straight towards him!
This tribulation thunder made a "hissing" sound, winding down in a zigzag manner, as graceful as a silky ribbon in a young girl's hair, and as dangerous as a colorful poisonous snake spitting out a letter in a swamp.
Qiu Yutong gritted her teeth, squeezed a sword formula with her left hand, and the tip of the sword in her right hand was slightly condensed. When the Xuanlei was about to arrive, she suddenly turned around and turned her backhand. "In the style of asking the clouds, four or two strokes of a thousand catties-the wind and the clouds!
Linglie's sword energy pierced the sky, and the thick clouds were torn into pieces like cotton wool without temper, while the third mysterious thunder twisted and struggled like a living thing in the strangling of the sword energy, and finally died. Reluctantly, it was broken into two pieces, and disappeared in mid-air without a sound.
The sword energy of Tianzhao Yunhai was not slowing down, Hao Haoran went straight to the distant mountain peak, and with a loud bang, he slashed the half of the Aoxue Peak in the north direction obliquely, and the mountain rocks and mud were mixed with thousands of years of snow Pour down, fall into the abyss in the rumble of thunder!
The dull loud noise echoed for a long time among the mountains and deep valleys, and the vegetation shook for a while, and the mountains and valleys responded!
Afterwards, the fourth and fifth profound thunders arrived at the same time, extremely bright, shining from left to right, aggressive!
These two Nine-Heaven Profound Thunders, one east and the other west, were attacking with horns, completely covering Qiu Yutong's whole body, and even the thick black clouds were reflected brightly by these two dazzling and blooming Profound Thunders!
Qiu Yutong took a deep breath, and was about to swing his sword to meet him, but his eyes blurred slightly.
"Master, it's thundering outside again, I'm afraid..." the child bit his lip, looking very nervous.
... It's Xiao'er, Xiao'er when she was a child. He was holding a big pillow, and he looked at himself timidly with dark eyes, looking helpless and pitiful.
Qiu Yutong's heart softened slightly, and Tianzhao Yunhai's sword suddenly slowed down.
At the same time, his back seemed to be hit hard, and then there was a burst of burning pain, and his whole body immediately vomited a mouthful of warm blood!
He was struck by lightning.
"Master, Master..."
No, no, this is an illusion, this is a demon, he cannot be bewitched...
He can't die here, he still has Xiao'er... he can't die...
"Master, why, why did you treat me like this..."
Xiao'er was lying on the bottom of the dark water, looking at himself in disappointment, thick blood gushed from his chest, he looked so desperate, so painful...
Qiu Yutong only felt that the tip of her heart was being pulled hard, and she couldn't help but took a step forward in a daze: "Xiao'er, as a teacher, no..."
"Boom—"
The sixth tribulation thunder falls!
…
I don't know how long it took, but Qiu Yutong felt light all over her body, as if she had turned into a butterfly under the sun, flying lightly in the golden rapeseed field, comfortable, light and warm.
"Hmm..." he moaned softly, and finally opened his eyes lazily.
The thunder disappeared, the dark clouds disappeared, and the wind and rain disappeared.
His whole body was floating above the snow-white and soft thick clouds, the sky was a wash-like transparent blue, and the pale golden sun shone all over his body. That kind of warm and soft feeling made people not even want to move a finger.
"Qing Heng, you are finally here." A majestic and ethereal voice echoed in the sky.
Qiu Yutong was slightly taken aback.
Qing Heng? What Qingheng
That's right, this is the Dao name of Qingheng Immortal Venerable.
At this moment, countless scattered memories rushed into his mind like a raging tide.
Those memories, some are happy, some are painful, some are heavy, some are joyful...
Qingheng Xianzun... Tianzhao Yunhai... The little dragon picked up in the green bamboo forest...
I thought for a while: "Xiaolong, you should be called Mo Lin."
"En!" Mo Lin nodded seriously.
The ink scale that haunts me all day long... the ink scale that was ruthlessly shut out by myself...
The monks of the Immortal Alliance... Cuiwei Cold Pool...
He hugged Molin covered in blood, and slowly sank into the pitch-black Cuiwei cold pool, so cold, so dark, so painful... He ruthlessly took the dim magic coin from Molin's cold chest. Dan gouged it out, and then exhausted the last bit of strength to firmly seal the surging devilish energy in the magic pill, and threw it into the world...
Mo Lin, I can't protect you anymore, but the monks of the Immortal Dao League will definitely not let you go, they will definitely do everything possible to sneak into the cold pool and take away your magic pill... So, in the next life, go to the human world, I sealed your magic energy, no one will find you, and no one will hurt you...
Live well, live well... live and wait for me.
He closed his eyes, and at his fingertips, a magic pill exuding a faint light, a fake magic pill.
Let this fake magic pill, accompanied by my Tianzhao Yunhai, both sink at the bottom of this deep cold pool, and let those monks snatch it...
After doing all this, his consciousness had already begun to slacken. He gritted his teeth tightly, raised his right hand with great difficulty, and gently outlined a pale golden karma talisman with his fingertips, a karma talisman for himself.
Qing Heng, in the next life, you have to protect Mo Lin.
You will definitely meet it again, no matter what its identity is... You will grow up with it, you will awaken its bloodline with it, you will watch it transform into a dragon, possess the most powerful power in the world, and never again Get hurt... Before that, you can't ascend, you can't ascend...
…
After a long time, Qiu Yutong finally opened her eyes slowly, her face was cold and wet.
That's it, that's it.
It turns out that the self in the previous life and the self in this life, under the same situation, both made the same choice, trying to conjure up a fake magic pill in exchange for Molin's safety, and Xiao'er's safety...
It turned out that the self in the previous life and the self in this life were equally innocent and clumsy. Even though he had racked his brains and tried his best, he still failed to protect his little apprentice.
That's it, that's it.
It turns out that the self in the previous life, before dying, planted a karma talisman, promising to accompany and protect Molin in the next life, until it awakens its blood, until it transforms into a dragon, and then I can soar...
At this moment, Qiu Yutong finally understood all the past, all the chance and cause and effect, his heart suddenly became clear, soft, and enlightened.
At this time, the majestic and ethereal voice sounded again: "Qing Heng, you have survived the nine-day thunder calamity, and from now on, you will be cast off your mortal womb, and you will be in the immortal class, and you will have no more worries."
Along with this sound, celestial music rang out, bursts of strange fragrance wafted into the nostrils, and an extremely bright golden light came down from the blue sky.
Qiu Yutong looked up at the bright sky, but didn't move.
After a while, the voice asked in confusion: "Qing Heng, if you don't leave now, when will you wait?"
Qiu Yutong closed her eyes and shook her head lightly: "I won't go."
"Why don't you go? Don't you still have something to worry about? It's just love and desire, it's not worth mentioning."
"The so-called Taoism follows nature, and one should do whatever one wants, and act according to one's will, in order to be free and transparent... To be obsessed with soaring in the daytime, and to attain the Dao, is just another kind of obsession. Isn't it?"
The voice was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: "Your words are very interesting... things in the world cannot be forced. Qing Heng, I promise you Lu Sanxian, that you will not be bound by the Three Realms and be free from now on."
"Thank you." Qiu Yutong smiled, neither humble nor overbearing.
The voice sighed in a low voice, as if he had realized something, but also seemed to regret it.
…
When Qiu Yutong slowly landed on the top of Yunxia Peak, the storm had stopped, and the battle between the monks and the demons had also stopped. The high and distant sky was as blue as washed, and a hazy rainbow crossed the sky.
The monks and demons all over the mountains and plains looked up at him in a daze, looking up at this Sanxian who descended from the sky, and hardly dared to make a sound.
Sang Lingxi stepped forward and held his shoulder worriedly: "Little brother, how are you?"
"I'm fine." Qiu Yutong's heart warmed slightly.
"Uh..." Sang Lingxi seemed to realize that her movements were a bit abrupt, and quickly wanted to withdraw her hand, "Uh, I forgot, you are already a fairy."
Qiu Yutong pressed his hand lightly: "Senior brother, no matter whether I am a fairy or a demon, a human or a ghost, I will always be Shuo Xuecheng's junior brother."
Bai Hanyuan nodded, and said calmly: "Junior brother."
Sang Lingxi looked at him deeply, and suddenly sighed: "Oh, no matter what, it's good that you're fine. Brother Sect Leader is obsessed with ghosts, and he did such a thing..."
"By the way, where's the senior brother in charge?" Thinking of Xie Wanting, Qiu Yutong's heart twitched slightly, and then there was another burst of sadness.
"Senior Brother Sect Leader... he was pierced by Xu Dongqing's sword, and his cultivation has been completely crippled since then. There was chaos just now, I looked for him everywhere, but I couldn't find him..."
Bai Hanyuan said simply: "He abolished his cultivation and left alone."
Qiu Yutong lowered her eyes, feeling empty in her heart.
No matter, no matter. Perhaps this is the best ending for the senior brother in charge. He is too obsessed, and the cause and effect are too heavy. The so-called reincarnation of heaven must pay something back.
After repaying the cause and effect, maybe they can still meet each other, and they can call "Yutong" again, and they can call "Senior Brother Master" again.
Qiu Yutong sighed lowly, turned around and was about to fly to the roof of the Xiaguang Palace, his Xiaoer was still there.
Sang Lingxi grabbed him and said, "Little brother!"
"What's wrong?"
"Lu Xiao, he, he..."
Looking at his hesitant appearance, Qiu Yutong's heart sank suddenly, she shook off Sang Lingxi's hand, and jumped onto the glazed roof lightly.
For a moment, he could hardly stand up.
His ink scales, his Xiao'er...
Although the glazed roof of the Xiaguang Temple had been split in two by the thunderstorm, after the heavy rain washed it, it still looked radiant and full of dazzling flowers.
On the ridge of the roof, there was a lonely half-man, half-dragon lying on its stomach.
On the beautiful black dragon body, there were hideous scars burned by thunder and lightning all over the body. A head of thick black hair was randomly scattered in a large pool of blood, only a small pale and strong back was exposed, and it seemed that it was almost lifeless.
That's right, just now... just now he was trapped by emotional barriers and almost died in the nine-day thunder calamity. It was Xiao'er who turned into a dragon body and desperately protected himself...
His ink scales, his Xiao'er... He used to be so afraid of his own ascension, so afraid of his own departure, but now he would rather be smashed to pieces than protect himself...
Qiu Yutong felt his mind was blank, and his ears were buzzing. He didn't know how he rushed over, and how he held the little apprentice tightly in his arms. He only heard his own voice trembling uncontrollably: "Xiao'er, Xiao'er... Mo Lin, Mo Lin..."
Lu Xiao's dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, his expression still a little dazed: "Qing Heng... Master..."
"It's me, it's Qing Heng, it's Master, I'm here..." Qiu Yutong nodded desperately, seeing large transparent water droplets falling on the face of the little apprentice.
"It's really you, you're back... you're already a fairy, so good, so good. I, I'm in so much pain... Am I going to die... Master, you, will you miss me?"
At this time, his calm and steady little apprentice seemed to have changed back to his childhood appearance, as if he had changed back to the ignorant little dragon Molin.
"Xiao'er, don't talk nonsense, you won't die..."
Lu Xiao stared at him closely, with greedy eyes, as if he wanted to keep his appearance firmly in his heart: "Master, I heard what you said just now... I have enough in this life, Enough. Cough cough, do you still remember that lantern? The answer of the lantern is, I like you, I like you, I like you so much... Master, I, I don’t want to just be your little apprentice, I want to be Your Taoist companion, the only Taoist companion... "
"Me too, me too..." Qiu Yutong lowered her head and tremblingly kissed the cool thin lips, completely ignoring the extremely strong smell of blood in the other party's mouth.
There was silence between heaven and earth, only the slight sound of wind.
After an unknown amount of time, Qiu Yutong finally raised his head, and Lu Xiao stared at him quietly, his dark and bright phoenix eyes were filled with contented joy and hot and intense love.
His pupils dilated.
The demons all over the mountains and plains knelt down slowly, and the monks all over the mountains and plains bowed their heads and remained silent.
"Xiao'er, go to sleep, the master is here..." Qiu Yutong hugged the gradually cooling body tightly, and patted the other's strong back lightly, as if coaxing Lu Xiao when he was a child, or coaxing the mischievous Molin .
After a long time, he only felt a lightness in his arms, and the scarred half-dragon half-human body finally turned into dots of pale golden light, disappearing into the cool mountain wind without a trace.
Qiu Yutong was stunned for a long time before standing up.
The sky is still as clean as before, and the mountain breeze is still blowing, but his only little apprentice is no longer there.
Qiu Yutong slowly closed her eyes, feeling the silent breeze gently brushing against her face. At this moment, there was no sadness or hesitation in his heart, nor was there any struggle or confusion, only softness and tranquility.
Because he knows that he will definitely find his little apprentice, and they will meet again in the intoxicating spring breeze, and embrace each other again under the dim lights. From then on, there will be no barriers, no harm, only endless joy and love...
They will be in heaven and earth, and will never be separated.
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