Kowloon pull coffin

Chapter 704
Xueyang asked me if I would meet again one day, I didn't answer her immediately, instead I remembered the past many years ago.

I remember that year, when the Yin soldiers came to chase me down the corridor, I ran to the town in a panic, and the night tour god covered the eyes and ears of the whole town, and I ran in a hurry by myself, calling the sky and the earth not working.

At the end of the long street, Xue Yang appeared in a green suit and stopped the Yin soldiers for me.

"Fusheng Wuliang Tianzun, when did the people from the Yin Division come to the world so unscrupulously?"

"who are you?"

"The poor Jiang Xueyang."

Since then, the three words Jiang Xueyang have been engraved in my heart, and I will never forget them.

Later, I gradually realized the weight of the three words Jiang Xueyang, and I also heard the sentence commented by the judge.

The dragon and the tiger walk with an absolute sound, and there is still Jiang Xueyang in the south.

The time when I worshiped her as my teacher and learned the Tao was the happiest and leisure time in my life.Although it was only two short years, it was enough to comfort a lifetime.

Xueyang's Taoism is profound, but I was thirsty for knowledge at the time when I first entered the Taoism.

At that time, she was like a teacher like a mother. Although she was beautiful and gentle, I never felt any blasphemy in my heart.

I respect her, love her, and am grateful to her.

Later, a series of changes happened, until Xueyang could no longer protect her, until she broke with Quanzhen and followed me into the cold.

Disciples of the Demonic Dao have affection and righteousness, while Xueyang values ​​affection and righteousness even more.

The kindness of Quanzhen Education's upbringing is as heavy as a mountain, and she didn't even frown when the gown was cut off.

From then on, I swore to myself that I would never let my master be wronged. I wanted to revive the way of magic and tell the world that her choice was not wrong.

The way of magic started from scratch, and the hardships in it are hard to describe in words.

There were several battles of life and death, the severity of which still makes my heart ache when I think about it.

Compared with Yuhua, Xueyang's military achievements are not outstanding, but if she is not sitting in the rear to coordinate the overall situation, how can the Demon Dao fight?
The chaos in the Yinshan Mountains, the day of killing the master, the death of Xueyang, and the sorrow of the three realms.

The magistrate of the underworld cannot put pen to paper, and no one dares to accept a wisp of soul.

But at that time, because I was meditating to heal my wounds, I didn't even hear her last words.

In the end, it was Bei Mingxiu who told me what Xueyang said before he died, "After I die, I will also ask the commander of Bei Ming to assist the Taoist ancestor to achieve a great cause. Killing the wolf and breaking the fate does not mean that there is no way out for the devil. In the ruins, there is still a chance for my magic way."

When Xue Yang was about to die, what she cared about was still me, the Demonic Dao.

Later, the magic path entered Guixu, and Xueyang seized the vitality of heaven and earth, condensed the body of Qinglian to be reborn, created the Guixu Temple, and established the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

Without her, there would be no prosperity in Guixu, and the Demon Dao would not have tens of millions of troops.

Hard work and dedication.When the demon disciples shouted for Yuhua, they would often forget Xueyang standing behind the army.

As everyone knows, how can we break the army without greedy wolves?

After Yuhua returned to the ancient underworld in the name of the god of death, Xue Yang was the only one who had to bear all the heavy responsibility of the Demonic Dao.

Cultivating Taoism can be without sleep, Xueyang hardly has a moment of leisure, from early morning to night.

Every time I come back from the outside, Mo Dao will give me new changes.

As the patriarch of the Demon Dao, I still can't remember the names of many generals, but Xue Yang remembers everyone's names in my heart, so that she doesn't need to ask anyone for advice when engraving the stele of heroes, and even writes down their lives. It's crystal clear.

In my life, I have owed many people, the one I owe the most is none other than Xueyang.Ever since I came out of the cold famine, I haven't given her a single day of peace and stability. Perhaps the time in my porch was her most leisurely time.

Xueyang in the entrance reveals her true feelings and restores her daughter's true colors, and once she comes out of the entrance, she immediately puts on the mask of a greedy wolf.

At that time, I was looking forward to Xueyang's early resurrection day and night, but now I only hate her staying in my porch for too short a time.

Xueyang keeps saying that she doesn't want much, but it's not her heart, but because she knows that I don't have much to give.

I have a deep affection for Yuhua, and I have formed a bond with Murong for three lifetimes.

I can empty my heart to accommodate another Jian Jia, but I cannot accommodate another her.

Because some people have to devote their whole life to guarding and loving with the most sincere feelings.

"Xueyang, cut my hair for me."

After I became the Patriarch of the Devil Dao, I never cut my hair again. Three thousand threads of troubles are the karma between me and the Devil Dao.Once I cut off all of them, it means that I am cut off from the magic way.

From the moment she knew that I was going to say goodbye to her, Xue Yang's expression was always calm.

However, after hearing my words, Xueyang finally couldn't suppress the sadness in his heart, his expression changed rapidly, and he retreated from my side in a hurry.

Fear was written all over his face, and there was even a hint of pleading in his eyes looking at me.

"Xie Lan, a disciple of the Demon Dao, a thousand reds for all ages."

"I don't ask you to go back to the world to see me again, I just ask you to be a disciple of the devil with me no matter where you are, okay?"

Xueyang burst into tears like rain, a heartbroken appearance that I have never seen before.

But I am determined, if I want to fight the heaven wholeheartedly, I can no longer have the slightest concern for the world.

Most importantly, I realized then that I might never come back.

I didn't dare to look at her sad face, and sat on the chair with my back to her.

Xueyang kept crying suppressedly, and the crying became smaller and smaller, and finally walked behind me and untied my hair crown.

There is no sound in the quiet night, and the blue hair is like snow.I heard the sound of falling snow...

After an unknown amount of time, I heard Xue Yang say: "Okay."

I stood up and turned around to look at Xueyang again. The tears on her face had already dried, and there was no trace of sadness.

"When you entered Quanzhen with me, your hair was so long. Well, you are still young and handsome." Xue Yang said with a smile.

My hair was coiled up by Xueyang and placed on the table, almost covering the entire table.I know that after I leave, these are her last thoughts.

Unable to suppress the emotions in my heart anymore, I pulled Xueyang into my arms with all my strength, and gave a farewell kiss fiercely.

I hugged her so tightly that I wanted to rub her into my body.Xueyang also responded enthusiastically, as if kissing forever.

I forgot the time, forgot the sorrow of parting, it seemed that only me and her were left in the whole world...

(End of this chapter)