It is not difficult to bypass the Xianzhou guards with the cultivation base of Ye Mingjun and Huiyue, but the real trouble for these two people is always inside.
For example, now, they will quickly investigate the periphery of Lingshan according to Ji Mo's arrangement. However, even though Ji Mo told Li Xian'er not to break into Li Xian'er's residence before going out, when the small courtyard came into view, Ye Ming-jun couldn't hold back his urge to slap his skin, and urged Huiyue: "Let's go get the deer Steal it out to give Ji Mo a surprise?"
Ji Mo knew Ye Mingjun too well, and knew that the immortal's bold ideas were difficult to stop, so he deliberately gave Huiyue a serious warning before leaving. At this time, it was time to accept the results, and the sincere elf king immediately said honestly. "Are you sure? Didn't Ji Mo say that there is an artifact in it that you can't beat?"
"I can't beat it now, but it can't catch me either."
Shennong Ding is a magic weapon for refining medicine. Ye Mingjun is still quite confident that he can run faster than it. Seeing that Huiyue is still hesitant, he suggests in a roundabout way, "Or, let's stand on the periphery and watch for a while?"
Ji Mo only said that he can't go in, but he stood outside and looked like he didn't say no
Being fooled by the immortals easily, Huiyue proved Ji Mo's concern about her own wisdom was correct, "Okay, I also want to see what Li Xian'er looks like."
Lingshan Xiaozhu is not very big, and the surrounding courtyard walls can faintly see the panoramic view. It is strange to say that although this is Li Xian'er's residence, there are no medicinal herbs and flowers. Only a few acres of melon fields are scattered in the courtyard, and there are no immortals at all. breath.
Huiyue used the elf's night vision ability to scan the courtyard, and soon found a white figure under the locust tree in the courtyard. She was thinking that this might be Li Xian'er, but she was instantly shocked when she saw the face of that person. span
Get up, "Why does Li Xian'er look like Ji Mo?"
"No, he is the demon king."
Of course, Li Xian'er couldn't be born similar to Ji Mo. At this time, Ye Mingjun pointed out the identity of the other party in one sentence, but his expression was not too surprised. He just said thoughtfully, "My perception is correct, he is awake."
Yes, as if to match the time of Xianzhou, the demon king who had been in a coma for a long time finally woke up from his dream tonight, but he still couldn't get out of his memory at this time, staring blankly at the boundless night, wondering what he was thinking.
During these days in a coma, he has been dreaming. It was a very long dream, which started with the heavy snow in the north and ended in the light rain of pear blossoms in the south.
In the dream, he became the young man named Ji Mo. One day, he was suddenly awakened by the chill of the wind and snow. When he opened his eyes, he saw a white deer looking at him with its head tilted.
It was a very beautiful deer, the whole body was white and dust-free, and the well-developed ice crystal antlers on its head were like thousand-year-old coral, mysterious and elegant. It seems that he has just finished foraging, and the white deer still has the faint fragrance of snow lotus on his body, which is very reassuring to smell.
The young man didn't know why he appeared in such a place, and he didn't know where it was. He recognized the deer's identity at a glance, reached out and touched it in surprise and anticipation, and called out softly, "Ren Qingya? "
Bai Lu didn't know why he appeared in this world. Deer are gregarious animals. His past subordinates and ethnic groups were not in this snowfield. Although he easily obtained the territory with his powerful strength, he was very lonely in the end.
Therefore, in the past few days, he had the idea of summoning his sleeping father with the secret method of the clan. Unexpectedly, after exhausting the demon power, a human boy appeared from the formation. He thought it was a mistake in the formation, but the boy called out his name as soon as he opened his mouth.
Ren Qingya has never revealed his name in this world, and no one in the world has seen his body in the past. He thought that the only one who could recognize him at a glance was his father, so he stepped forward and licked the boy's frozen cheek, and saw him. No cultivation base seemed to be extremely cold, and he squatted down to warm him with his own body temperature, only to reply in the boy's ear: "Father, it's me."
At that time, I don't know if he wanted to use him to get out of the snowfield, or if he really regarded him as a son, Ji Mo did not deny this title. He told Bai Lu that after being attacked by a cultivator and fell into a deep sleep, he was reincarnated with his soul because he was worried about the demon clan. Although he has no cultivation base now, he can instruct him how to practice demon clan magic.
The secret magic of the demon clan that the young man said is an inheritance that only the demon king can get, and the look in the eyes of Bai Lu is also genuine joy and concern. Ren Qingya thought that a stranger could not like him so much, so he believed this statement.
Ren Qingya is an adult demon king and does not need any elders to protect him. He just lives alone in another world and is very lonely, so it is enough to have his father to accompany him.
However, Ji Mo only lived in the snowfield for a while and then proposed to visit the human world. Bailu didn't understand why his father, the demon king, wanted to go to the human territory, but in the end he obediently carried him to the border of the snowfield.
Bailu has been bullied by humans since he was a child, and his temperament is stubborn. Perhaps because this was his father, he didn't feel any humiliation. Although he didn't want to be left alone in the snow, he still said to the young man, "Father, there is a human city ahead."
Bai Lu's eyes were very gentle. He just looked at his father who wanted to abandon him and left. Ji Mo lost his strength in an instant. He only asked, "Why do you want to use the licking spell?"
"I was kidnapped by humans as soon as I was born, and I don't even know what my parents looked like, so I want to see you."
When answering, Bai Lu's tone was always flat, and he clearly didn't have the slightest bit of self-pity, but it hurt the young man's heart.
As long as he takes one step forward, he can step into the most stable territory of Shenzhou. However, after this fate-changing step, he is not willing to step out. He supported Bailu's icy horns and turned his head, "Forget it, I won't go. already."
"Father?"
"I'm not familiar with people in this world, and everyone's three views must be completely different. It's better to stay in the snowfield."
The teenagers at that time could still easily show a cheerful smile, and seeing Bai Lu's instantly delighted expression because of his words, his tone became firm, "Isn't there a Shenzhou Demon Island outside? , I'll accompany you to drive out all the poachers, okay?"
At that time, Ji Mo was still a student who was doted on by his parents. He never loved anyone, and he never tried to accommodate others. Ever since he met the white deer he created, he gradually became like a father.
He used to be a stubborn and willful teenager like Ren Qingya, but now he has learned to think about others spontaneously, and he has also begun to try to comfort Bai Lu, who has no parents since he was a child. He is growing up, but the protagonist he created is not.
Since Ren Qingya became the demon king, he has only eaten alpine snow lotuses, but the number of snow lotuses is rare, so if he can't be found, he will simply not eat anything.
The situation of his son's hunger strike made Ji Mo very sad. He had to try feeding Bailu's mouth when he encountered a novel plant. Ren Qingya had never gotten along with his father in the past. No matter how strange the smell was, I forcibly swallowed it.
One day, this father could even find the most foul-smelling white snake grass in the world. Although Ren Qingya forced himself to eat it, he had a stomachache at night, so shocked that Ji Mo woke up immediately, only to find out that the deer was not the same. Any grass can be eaten, and a person like him who can even feed cacti to death is not suitable for feeding his son!
At that time, the young man was very thin-skinned. Although he was deeply regretful, his hands were eagerly stroking the white deer, but he still blamed: "You can't eat it, but tell me! Are you stupid?"
Ren Qingya was a demon king with tenacious blood, and was often used by monks to test medicines when he was young. He was used to this kind of medicine, and a little pain would be fine.
No one has ever been so anxious for him in the past. For the first time, Bai Lu was very moved, and he smiled involuntarily: "I never understood why my father used a human body before, but now I think about it. That's fine, at least people's hands are soft and comfortable to touch."
With this said, Ji Mo also remembered the setting of his protagonist's excellent anti-toxicity, and knew that he was all right. Although he didn't quite understand the meaning of the words, this son likes to be petted by him, so he pinched Bailu's ears like other people licking cats, which surprised the demon king and could only protest reluctantly." Father, please don't rub my ears and don't scratch my chin."
"It feels so good now, you must have been very tender when you were young..."
Bai Lu's ears are extremely soft. Seeing that he doesn't seem to be so dignified, he can't resist. Ji Mo remembered the settings he had written, and his mood suddenly dropped. He only whispered to him, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You will never be caught by anyone again."
The remorse in Ji Mo's words, Ren Qingya still couldn't understand. He only regarded his father as regret for not resisting the monk's attack, so he comfortedly licked the boy's cheek, "It's human beings who are greedy and enslaved the demon clan, and my father has done his best."
At that time, Ren Qingya thought that after all, he had escaped from the hands of the human monks, and he also pulled out the Neverwinter Sword and became the real demon king. No one can put him in a cage anymore. His cultivation is enough to protect the entire snowfield. As long as he sits in Yaozhou, the monsters here will not be cruelly treated by the monks like he was when he was young. Now that he has awakened his father again, everything will get better and better. Those painful memories are only the past after all.
Unfortunately, all this is just false happiness. When the truth surfaced, all the warm memories of the past suddenly turned cold. It turned out that the person who really dominated his past was his most trusted father.
"Father, all my painful memories are arranged by you, is this true?"
When he asked this sentence, Ji Mo's face turned pale in an instant. Such a terrified reaction had already explained everything. The young man finally understood why he was suddenly thrown into prison, gave up struggling, and only reluctantly replied: "You have locked me here, I must have got the answer."
"You lied to me, you are not a demon at all."
Ren Qingya was never merciless to the enemy. One sentence made Ji Mo's expression even more ugly. He hated this kind of reaction. He grabbed his father's wrist and forced him to look at himself.
"The cultivator captures the monsters for the sake of improving his cultivation, but you arranged such a fate just because it would be fun to watch me struggling to survive. Whether it's me or the cultivators in the world, they are all your pawns, you Just let us fight and fight, even excited and satisfied. Such a god is more hateful than all human beings."
What he said was a fact, but not a fact. Ji Mo didn't know how much he knew when he was a teenager, and he didn't even have a clue on how to organize his verbal defense.
However, seeing his silence, the ice-cold demon power from the demon king poured into the meridians little by little, and the pain from the complete destruction of the meridians made the boy sober. hand.
"Ren Qingya, everything for you is set by me, even the Neverwinter Sword in your hand is given by me. Without me, you would never have been born."
"How can you not be a strong person without going through ups and downs, you won't understand, I have to make the background setting logical, what I want is a story where the world has passed the calamity and returned to peace, with blood and tears, not the protagonist. Hanging cool texts that are brainless!"
"I just didn't expect that you would actually exist."
Ji Mo said a lot, but he was very angry at first, but gradually he became sad and sad. He only remembered that his whole body was in pain, and he would answer whatever the demon king asked. In the end, the pain was so painful that he could barely breathe, so he could only make one last request. "kill me."
"I was captured by the monks when I was young, because the blood of the demon king can be used for medicine, I don't know how many knives I have been cut, you can't bear such an injury, I won't kill you."
"Now you are just like me back then. You have no cultivation base and no support. You walk in the dark, to overcome the calamity and become a strong man. Don't ask me to complete your story regardless of yourself. That's too much. cunning."
Ji Mo remembers every setting of Ren Qingya clearly, knowing that his words have always been to poke at the enemy's sore spot, but when the demon king's heart-throwing words fell on him, he still couldn't help crying.
Ren Qingya still remembers the boy's silently dripping tears, just looking at it makes him feel very uncomfortable, so he drew his sword to destroy those eyes and cut off all the fate between the two, leaving only one sentence, "You and me. In this life, we will never see each other."
This is the past that Ren Qingya knew, but the dream didn't end. Those Ji Mo never had a chance to tell him the truth. This time, he finally heard it himself.
do you know? I'm just a student, not to mention manipulating other people's fate, even my own future is still vague. I have lived my whole life according to my parents' arrangement, and the only adventure I took was to insist on creating you.
I gave up all basic living conditions of human society, such as work, marriage, pension, etc., and did not consider any future at all, and let you be born when everyone said you were crazy. When I first started writing, no one paid attention to me, thinking that I had to work harder, so I stayed up all night and only slept for three or four hours every day, trying my best to attract readers with the amount of updates.
I want you to be seen by more people, I want you to be recognized by the world, I want to use all my time to write your story until the end, this is the only dream of young Mo.
Perhaps in your opinion, such a sacrifice can't be compared to the bloody battle of a demon king, but for me, the biggest setback I experienced at that time was failing the exam, it was already a big gamble for my entire life.
It is precisely because I value you and like you very much that I have to make the story exciting. Such a thing, the protagonist of the gods, will never be able to understand.
After all, I was too young at that time, and I always emphasized my position when arguing with others. If I was not understood, I would be full of anger. Before I said a few words, the tears fell on their own. What can compare to now, the big things can calm down and discuss slowly. But in the past three years, I have learned to give in, and I have learned to be rational, but I have completely forgotten the love and liking that I used to be good at.
You are used to being tough, and I am not sensible enough to deal with it calmly like a wise elder. This step is probably doomed.
The protagonist I used to care about the most, whether you still hate me now, or you really forget me, the story of "White Deer Journey to the Green Cliff" is over. I hope, we can never meet again.
At the end of the dream, all the illusions are slowly fading away, and in the initial snow, the still immature teenager is still persuading Bai Lu: "Don't be too picky about food, don't eat anything except Xuelian, and occasionally gnaw on cabbage. nice."
In the army of the demon clan, the young man said to the sword-wielding man with anticipation, "When the world settles down, I will plant snow lotuses all over the yard to support you. We will do nothing but watch the snow and bask in the sun."
In the separate dungeons, the young man covered his blood-filled eyes, and the blood spilled from his fingertips did not know whether it was tears or blood. In the end, he vowed to him in a hoarse voice, "I will live a good life, but in this life, I will never do it again. see you."
At the border of Shenzhou, Su Ge asked the boy standing in the snow, "I am the high priest of the temple, where do you live? I will take you back."
This time, he didn't look back, just grabbed the high priest's clothes and said indifferently: "I have no place to go back, take me to the temple, I will be useful to you."
Finally, in the Shenzhou Yaozhou battlefield, Song Qiao pointed to the Yaozhou camp and asked the priest Chenxing who never took off his mask, "Your son is there, really don't you want to see him?"
Now he seems to have regained his youthful appearance, his answer was flat, but he no longer had any sadness, "Please work hard for your Chang Hui, I already have Lord Ye Ming, what do I need my son to do? "
"Tsk tsk, everyone else has a son and forgets their mother. If you find an old man, you will forget your son."
The unintentional teasing of his companions made the morning star priest lightly smile, and a gust of breeze blew down the pear blossoms on the trees, and they fluttered like fine snow. Can't remember."
With the disappearance of the back of the morning star priest, the world finally returned to the darkness of nothingness. In this dream, Ji Mo struggled for a long time and finally woke up, and now, Ren Qingya has also woken up.
"Have you had a good dream?"
Ye Mingjun's gentle voice drifted far away, the demon king raised his head, the hatred in his eyes was finally replaced by fatigue, he just calmly looked at the white-haired immortal walking towards him, and then threw the Neverwinter Sword gently, breaking it in person. The cruel oath when the two broke apart,
"Tell father, in ten days, I will go see him."
Father, Ren Qingya hates you the most in his life, and he loves you the most. You created me, and this time, I give everything back to you.
From then on, you and I are truly strangers, and we don't owe each other.
The author has something to say: Ren Qingya: Father, life is nothing but a mirror. In the end, dust returns to dust, and earth returns to earth. You and I have to come to an end.
Ji Mo: What about literature and art, people talk.
Ren Qingya: It's been a long time, I'll chat with you privately, don't feed dog food.
Ji Mo: Lord Ye Ming, give him a luxurious dog food package, thank you.
Song Qiao: My son, the identification is correct.