Qingle: "..."
What did she say? Are you saying they are destined, or are they talking about the past of hundreds of years?
He couldn't practice, and he never lived past the age of thirty. He met her again and again, and then asked her to watch him leave again and again... She remembered the words of that woman, who said, 'Every drink and every peck is a sure thing.'
Today, she finally understands that her disaster has just begun.
Thousands of years ago, she killed her husband to achieve enlightenment, showed no mercy to her master, ignored her parents and disciples, and finally ascended to immortality by stepping on numerous corpses.
Ten thousand years later, she returned to the beginning. That man didn't hurt her life or destroy her foundation, he simply gave her another appearance, but she was completely confused.
"Long Court..."
"I can't save myself, and I can't save you."
For hundreds of years, she has never returned to Shangyuan Zong once, because she knew that the woman would naturally take care of the mess. The master would be fine, Shangyuan Zong would be fine, and everything would be prosperous.
Qing Le took off her disguise and was dressed in white, with her long hair hanging to the ground.
He raised his hand, hesitated, and covered the young man's hand holding the folding fan: "I fell in love, my roots were destroyed, and now I can't turn back."
How can the Supreme Being forget his feelings so easily?
From the moment her hair turned white and her soul completely awakened, her way was ruined.
She prides herself on being ruthless and cold, and she is determined not to be tempted, but everything happened so naturally... It is not easy to abandon Taoism and practice cultivation, and she is not able to do it.
Changting was stunned and opened his mouth: "You..."
Qing Le pursed her lips and looked at him: "Then don't marry the girl from the Li family, otherwise you will hurt her. If you really want to... get a wife."
"I'll marry you."
Qing Le considered it carefully: "But let me let you know that I was not good in the past. I killed my husband, my son, my teacher and my relatives... I became an immortal, but was easily pulled down to the immortal path. She said that I Those who cultivate are demons and are not worthy of being human.”
"When I met you, my soul was imprisoned and I only acted on instinct."
"Every time you meet me, you end up with a bad ending. This has been the case for hundreds of years. I tried to change my fate, but found that I couldn't shake it."
"I've been looking for you."
"If you leave in the future, I will look for you as long as I have life."
"Changting...are you willing?"
She looked at him with bright eyes and a soft temperament around her.
Changting: "..."
After being stunned for a long time, the man smiled brilliantly: "I just thought everything was a dream, but it turned out to be real?"
"I dreamed that I was always running after someone with a big cloak and a low head."
"So... was it always you?"
He threw away the folding fan, held her hand with his backhand, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and sighed: "It's just happiness, it's too late."
Qingle froze.
Changting put his hand on her face: "My tribulation is about to be over."
"In recent days, I have become more and more awake, and the more things I think of, beggar, prostitute, general, emperor... ninety-nine and eighty-one calamities, this life is the last calamity."
"Cultivation of the supreme road, seeking immortality and immortality."
"Qing Le, if you really have perseverance, you can work hard to catch up, but... I won't wait for you."
Dark clouds were rolling in the sky, strong currents were flowing in the clouds, thunder was rolling, the aura on the man was getting higher and higher, and the wind was blowing fiercely.
He held her face and placed a kiss on her lips: "Catch up."
The strong wind blew, he gently pushed Qing Le away, and slowly rose into the air. The county magistrate's official uniform faded away, and the man was dressed in a golden robe. On the robe, a five-clawed golden dragon swam as if alive. There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were mild.
Qingle: "..."
She stood there blankly, watching the man rise higher and higher.
A golden staircase opened in the sky. The man passed by the people who were kneeling in fear. He glanced at the woman in white for the last time, turned around and stepped onto the staircase, disappearing into the clouds.
—
In the spring of March,
It was also the occasion of the Yuanzong's disciple recruitment ceremony held every ten years.
Countless seekers from various places gathered in front of the mountain gate. Some were in ragged clothes, some were wearing gold and silver, and some were elegantly dressed in white... Huh?
The gatekeeper disciple wiped his eyes and looked again.
Among the countless faces that were either complacent or fearful, a slightly dazed face stood out.
The disciple couldn't help but push the disciple next to him: "Hey, what's going on with that man? Why are you looking at the mountain gate like this? It seems like you are searching hard, but also like you are missing...an acquaintance of our Shangyuan Sect?"
The disciple touched his chin and nodded: "I can't say for sure."
"Perhaps it's possible that he is a fellow sect of ours? Since the war between immortals and demons, many sect elders have packed their bags and traveled. The entire sect is only guarded by the six geniuses of the year... Damn it, here they come."
The two stood up quickly, with serious expressions on their faces, looking very majestic.
The woman in white came through the void, stood in front of the mountain gate, looked at the big characters 'Shangyuan Sect', and asked: "Who is the current sect leader? Is Venerable Chang Hao still there?"
A disciple raised his hand: "I wonder who you are?"
The woman in white paused her hands slightly and said: "The chief disciple of Venerable Chang Hao, Qing Le."
Lord Changhao? chief? Disciple?
The two disciples quickly bowed and saluted: "Disciple has met the master."
For such a senior person, no matter what his cultivation level is, he can only call her like this to show respect. Thinking of her question, he quickly answered: "Venerable Chang Hao should be in retreat. The current sect master is your junior brother Shen Zhizhenjun." .”
"Junior brother?"
"Well, hundreds of years ago, the sect leader worshiped under the sect of Venerable Chang Hao."
Qing Le was stunned for a moment, then nodded, stopped asking, thanked the two disciples, and stepped into the sect.
Stone steps made of white jade, a huge square, groups of white-clothed disciples practicing swordsmanship with green wood swords, the momentum was overwhelming, cranes flew through the air, and a young man in white sat on his back... Qingle's eyes were in a trance.
Someone came and said, "But Master Qingle?"
Qing Le came back to her senses and nodded: "Yes."
The disciple bowed: "The master invites you."
After a while, the disciple stopped in front of the main hall. Qing Le glanced around, took a deep breath, and entered the door——
"It's you!"
"it's me."
Qingle pursed her lips.
The little tree demon's lips curled up slightly and he leaned on the back of the chair: "If you ask, ask your heart; if you ask for the Dharma, please do it yourself."
Qingle: "...she said that?"
The little tree demon nodded naturally: "My mother expected you to come."
Qingle: "..."
She looked at the man above the main hall. No, monster is more appropriate. His face was more beautiful than that of a woman. He was dressed in red and his chest was wide open. He was slumped on the chair without any trace of the majesty of the leader.
Qing Le didn't understand: "Is there no one in Shangyuan Sect?"
He is so dissolute, how does he look like a master!
The little tree demon twisted his eyebrows and opened his mouth to retaliate. Suddenly, a woman came in at the door. She became fragile in an instant. He ran over, hugged the woman with his big hands, and cried: "Madam, someone is bullying me~"
In an instant, a gaze as fierce as a sharp sword swept towards her.
Qingle: "..."
