C42

The mountains were stacked so high that not a village could be seen, not a field of rice could be seen, like some drunken old man leaning against one another, sleeping for millions of years, and never dreaming of waking them up. No one dared to penetrate into their hearts, and even the most adventurous hunter would only come to their feet, chasing after the goats, wild boars, and birds that came down from the mountains, never climbing its peaks.

The path ascends, treads the song, shuttles in the cool wind, the fallen leaves tread on the ground, the birds chirp, glide a string of heavenly beauty. The mountains were still calm and open, imbued with the gentle warmth of veins in the yellow and green paint.

The girl climbed onto Yang Ziqian's shoulder, she was weightless, and even if she was carried further on the road, she would not feel tired. Seated on her shoulder, she swung her legs, and asked Yang Ziqian who was sweating like the rain, "Daoist, why are you looking for pain? Wouldn't it be fine if we just fly in? "

That Yang Ziqian carried a chain and dragged a huge rock behind him. Every step he took was difficult, but he still resolutely climbed up to the peak. He shook his head and said, "You don't understand. This is my sin."

It wasn't until sunset that Yang Ziqian's figure appeared on the rooftop. He was still young, but his eyes were completely filled with pain. He pursed his lips and a teardrop quietly fell down. The girl took a look at the magnificent scenery of the setting sun and praised, "What a beautiful scenery, Taoist Elder, quickly look …"

Turning his head, what he saw was a drop of Yang Ziqian's tears slowly falling. Yang Ziqian was laughing, but it was even more heart-wrenching than his crying: "Yeah, what a magnificent scenery."

The girl carefully asked, "Daoist, are you sad?"

Yang Ziqian nodded.

The girl asked again, "Is it because of that village full of bones at the foot of the mountain?"

Yang Ziqian nodded, "That used to be my home. "But I can't go back."

The girl asked again, "Why?"

Yang Ziqian pursed his lips, "There's no one else waiting for me to come home."

She did not understand the concept of a "home", but Yang Ziqian's expression of enduring pain made her remember the endless years to come. What kind of sadness would that make her feel like her heart was still as sharp as a knife when she thought back to now?

He raised his head and looked towards the sky, as if he was trying his best to restrain his tears from leaving behind. However, the matter of crying, if he was not tired from crying and could not control himself, he opened his mouth and said with a choked voice, "There is a saying in my hometown, that when people die, as long as they are carried on their back by someone, they will be dragged into the cycle of reincarnation, and they will be able to escape from the cold of the underworld. But so what? They still died! I've been a muddle-headed kid since I was young. For the sake of the ethereal path of immortality, I left my hometown and left my hometown. Even if they died, it's still unknown. What was the use of the Dao? "Since even your family cannot protect you, it would be better for you to go up on the battlefield and kill the enemy happily. Even if you die, you die for …"

The girl didn't know how to console Yang Ziqian, so she could only hold tightly to the corner of her clothes. An uneasy feeling filled her heart, and the source of this uneasiness was Yang Ziqian, who seemed as if he would disappear with the wind at any time. Yang Ziqian turned around, lifted the girl up and placed her on top of the boulder behind him, and said solemnly: "Little Demon, I can sense that you are not some ordinary mortal being, but I don't know where you came from, or why you are here! Your portion of demonic powers is second to none in this world! I beg of you, if you return to the demon race in the future, you must not hold any hostility towards humans. Remember, all things have a spirit. If you put in some water, these flowers will give you some beauty in return. This mountain, this river, this willow, and this smoke are all precious gifts bestowed by the deities, you have to use your power to protect them! "Don't be like me, only regret will come when the time comes."

The girl nodded her head, seemingly at a complete loss, as if she didn't understand the meaning of the words, but Yang Ziqian's actions of making a decision in her mind caused her to be extremely terrified, so she tightened her grip on the corner of her clothes. "Daoist, where are you going?"

Yang Ziqian let out a miserable smile and said, "Go to a place that I should have gone to a long time ago."

The girl was thrown into a panic for a moment, her consciousness slightly moved, and this strand of demonic energy actually entered Yang Ziqian's mind as if there was no one else present! The golden pillar of light struck down, forcefully pushing away the surrounding darkness. He stood with his back facing her. The young woman called out in joy and reached out to grab his hand. The instant they touched, her expression changed.

Yang Ziqian turned his head, his face was still the same face, but his expression was no longer calm, there was hostility between his brows, the surrounding Daoist robes were all gone, there was only a shining silver armor, this young girl was no longer familiar with this face, it was actually so unfamiliar, so unfamiliar it caused people's hearts to feel fear.

The girl asked with a trembling voice, "Leader? Why did you become like this? Where is your dao? "

The armoured Yang Ziqian frowned in confusion, as if he did not understand why the girl would appear here. He opened his mouth and said, "I've always been like this."

The girl wanted to ask again, but suddenly, Yang Ziqian's angry shout came from the surroundings, "Little demon, how dare you!"

In a split-second, the surroundings disintegrated, the girl still hadn't recovered from her shock just now, when she met Yang Ziqian's pair of eyes that were filled with anger after his heart had been cut open.

"Why?" The young girl raised her head, her eyes sparkling. "Why did you give up your dao? Didn't you say you could become the second person to ascend in a thousand years?"

Yang Ziqian waved his hand and didn't let it fall for a long time. He was truly tired, and once again felt helpless towards this reckless little demon, so he waved his hand down and turned it into a long sigh. He said faintly, "Yes, I have been seeking dao all my life just to become an immortal, but do you really think that there is an immortal in this world? If there really was an immortal, why would they ignore this chaotic world? If there really was an immortal within a fifty kilometer radius of a corpse, why didn't it transcend the mortal world and leave behind obscure scriptures for others to study? It is as if the deities have never pitied the world, and I have already harmed the entire village because of this ethereal immortal dao. This is a sin that I will never be able to erase in my life, and I should also die with them. "

The girl shouted: "It's not like that. How much can you change by yourself? Life and death are decided by heaven. Even if you have never left the village, they will still die. This is fated by heaven."

Yang Ziqian bitterly smiled and stood up, "Destiny? Then I will see what my life is like! In these seventeen years, I have lived for myself. For the rest of my life, I have lived for my family! If I am unable to change Hai Qinghe's personality in this lifetime, then I shall be a general for all eternity! "

The girl was speechless. Yang Ziqian took a deep breath, looked into the distance, as if wanting to keep this absolutely beautiful scenery, suddenly shook his clothes and kneeled on top of the mountain. He said respectfully, "Father, Mother! Qian'er is unfilial, you must repay me in the next life! "

Waiting for Yang Ziqian to kowtow three times, the young girl seemed to muster up a lot of courage as she asked, "What about me? Are you going to abandon me? "

Yang Ziqian nodded and said, "Your demonic energy's growth rate is the fastest I've ever seen in my life! No one can hurt you, so I'm naturally not worried. "You and I should part ways here."

"How dare you!" The girl shouted, "We demons are different from humans. Anyone who is born is a close relative! "The first person I saw when I was born was you. If you dare to leave me here right now, I will slaughter all the people in the world!"

"..."

"General, how can I bear to slaughter all the living beings in your heart?" She walked into the flowing light and gently stroked Lin Pi's furrowed brow with her hand. Just as she was about to touch him, she hesitated for a moment before she retracted her hand and shook her head: "They are all like you, but not you. Some are like your eyes, some are like your body, but no one is you, Yang Ziqian. "

Little Raksha sighed, "The vicissitudes of life can also change unceasingly, not to mention a thousand years, and the Yang Ziqian that you care about has already been dead for a thousand years. Even in the tenth reincarnation, he was still not Yang Ziqian."

"I live with the heavens and the earth, and I live with the sun and the moon. It might eventually wait for him! But you? How similar you are to me! Demi-humans indeed have a long lifespan, but humans have only lived for a hundred years. If the small path outside the gate were to die, what would happen to you? " Little Raksha's eyes turned slightly as he heard Wen Ye ask in a low voice from outside, "Can I come in now?"

Then, he broke into a smile that was extremely happy. It was as if his brain had already figured out that he wouldn't dare to enter this shameless path and was looking forward to it. She said, "Whether I live or die, what does it have to do with me?"

All of a sudden, Lin Pi's body began to tremble, as if he had just witnessed a terrifying scene. Little Raksha put down the oil lamp and asked curiously, "How did this happen? There's nothing wrong with the lamp."

Manjessa's eyes were blurry as she said, "Have you seen what day it is?"