Dust and Ember Song

Chapter 60

"Girl, let's go to the East China Sea. Be careful." He summoned the Tusu Ghost Beast, restraining his extravagant hope of letting Zhijin go back with him. "I have to deal with many matters in Shengzhou, so I will go back first."

It's been a long time since he saw the woman he thought about day and night, but this time he met again, but he had to separate. He knew that he was going to become that deep-minded, indifferent and ruthless Shengzhou tiger again.There are so many gaps between him and her, not talking about identities, but their future paths. It will be a matter of time before the sins he committed will be punished by God, but she will eventually have a long-term path of happiness.

He loves her, loves her very much, but he knows how to measure and discipline. What he wants to give her is not only love but also a life of freedom.

Zhong Yan cupped his hands to him, "Tiger, take care all the way, and I will take good care of Jin."

He lightly patted Zhijin's head, "Little girl, remember what I told you."

"Chang Di, thank you." She pretended to smile resolutely, with a feeling of reluctance in her heart. Perhaps he was the most worried about a person like him who was lonely and took care of everything. "After you go back, don't think too much, I will very good."

"Okay... I remember everything you said." His brows were frozen, and he smiled loosely.

Zhijin watched Chang Di disappear suddenly on the ghost beast, and took off the hairpin.

She turned to him and said, "Luo Tang is the husband I told you about who married me."

"How...how did he get there?" He couldn't bear to open his mouth, but he couldn't let go of his curiosity to find out about her past.

"He is a teacher in the world. Because he ignored the school's precepts, he read in the middle of the night, knocked over the lamp, and caused the school to run out." Yaoyao is still in my ears, peachy peachy, scorching its flowers...

"Why do you love him?"

She sat on the edge of the cliff, looking at the magnificent sunlight, and gradually retreated behind the dark night.

"He is Xingjun's mortal body. Because I love Xingjun, I love him together." She is just a little fire demon from the nameless valley. She has never learned how to love someone. When someone treats herself well, it is love, so she loves Xingjun the most.

But when her heart grew out and slowly grew well, she began to distinguish the weight of love, and only then did she realize that the love between men and women may have another layer.

She felt that she had nothing to do with the love stories that Zu Yun told, so her analysis of love became more and more vague. What is love?

She didn't understand, and she didn't seem to want to understand.

When Zhong Yan saw her talking about King Xing, his tone trembled, and he knew that that person had deeply rooted in her heart, sprouted branches, and blossomed into prosperity.

He didn't intend to continue asking, why bother, the past and the present are two different things, sitting with her in the twilight at this moment is already a bliss, as for other things, don't worry about it.He lay on the ground with his hands on his head, looked at Junyong Yun, and murmured, "Actually, my previous name was not Zhongyan."

Zhijin also lay down with him, looking sideways at him, "What was your name?"

"I don't know, I don't even know how I was born." He said to himself, "It's as if I've been given some amazing drug, and I can't remember everything before, so I know I Wake up in one place, see my handsome face in the water, and then go east, west, and have fun everywhere."

"I went to many places and heard many stories, and then I came to Cishan unknowingly. I saw the beautiful scenery, but I also saw the loss of life. Only by taking myself as the call, led the demons, and went through hundreds of battles to revive Cishan. , has also become a demon venerable."

She still looked at him like that, never thought that Zhong Yan, who is a beautiful male demon, seems to be carefree and affectionate, enjoying himself, did not even have a previous life.

Qingze's torture device from the ghost world ruptured Zhongyan's forehead, leaving a ferocious scar, and those women who were obsessed with his beauty might also dislike him.She was a little distressed, and also deepened her hatred for Qing Ze. After killing Qing Ze, she would also destroy his appearance. Although this was cruel, the retribution was mutual, the so-called retribution for retribution.

"Then how did you get your current name?"

"Do you still remember the mortal old gentleman I told you about in Gushan?"

Of course Zhijin remembered that unforgettable moment, and now thinking about it, she would feel terrified, "I remember."

"I traveled to the mortal world, and I met him outside a thatched hut. He was dying at that time." He spoke calmly, "He said that when he was young, he was the head of a sect, and because of greed, he killed many people. Until one day, he stabbed a woman and grabbed him by the corner of his clothes."

"The woman said, put down the butcher knife, you are over fifty years old, and your life is coming to an end."

She shed tears unknowingly, "Does that woman know him?"

Zhong Yan nodded and said, "He was laughing and stabbed the woman again. After a few days, he suddenly found that his temples had turned white and the corners of his eyes were frosty. When he looked back, he realized that he was approaching old age."

That year, outside a thatched hut, he saw a white-haired old man lying on the ground, in ragged clothes, with a basket of berries at his feet.He asked the old man if he needed to go to the city to ask for a doctor, his eyes were sunken, he struggled to grab Zhong Yan's hand, and talked a lot in a trembling manner.

He said that he has done all kinds of evil in his life, and he has never saved people and done good deeds. He thought that there would be a lot of retribution, so he dismissed the sect and retired to the mountains and forests for several years, where he was safe and secure.Lamenting that the so-called retribution is a fallacy, just bluffing.

However, once he dreamed that when he was a servant in a wealthy mansion when he was young, because he always practiced martial arts secretly, he often couldn't get enough to eat.There is a young lady in the mansion who leaves a bag of cakes in the corner every day for him as a snack.

After that, she left home and married someone, and he was also appreciated by the nobleman, and became an adopted son. He was insatiable in greed and greedy for profit, and he used killing as a profession ever since.

He kept crying, and my retribution is to kill the only person in this world who has loved me, and the only person I have ever loved.

Hearing the repentance of the old man at the moment of life and death, Zhongyan made a long-cherished wish in his life when he later released the sky lantern: not to seek longevity, but to have no regrets.

"The woman was the person whom the old man admired when he was young, but their identities were different and they had never been together...but the old man accidentally killed the woman."

She cried, "She must have been in pain at the time. It wasn't the pain from the knife falling on her body, but because no one would care about him after he died."

"Having glory, forgetting the sincerity, and having no one to love, he has failed in life."

"The old man raised a wounded Suzaku and named it Zhong Yan. He asked me to release him. He prayed for the next life where the sky would let the bird fly, and he would not care about worldly thoughts, live without hatred, and die without regret." He said. A little choked up, I still finished the story.

"The woman is called Lu Yan, and the man is called Zhong Kui... I have no name, so I took the name of the free-flying Suzaku,"

"...Maybe they will meet again in the Hall of Yama, or maybe they will use Ruyilu to make each other start over in the next life."

"Ruyilu?" Zhong Yan was puzzled.

"Haven't you heard that there is a Yaksha guarding a bottle of ruyi dew beside the Yellow Spring, which can make mortals not forget their lovers when they go through reincarnation?"

Zhong Yan smiled lightly, "I don't know much about Yan Luo's underground palace, but there are so many mortals who have obsessions in reincarnation, Ruyilu is enough."

Zhijin suddenly thought that Ruyilu was made by the water god Yangyi, and it was all the blood in his palm.

(End of this chapter)