I Really Like That Guy!

"Luo Yin!"

Above the sky, a man in a blood-clothed clothes hugged the girl in his arms tightly, his dark red eyes seemed to be dripping blood, and his usual indifferent and flat face showed a crazy color for the first time.

The Taoist Lu Cang, who had never bowed his head or bent his waist, lowered his head deeply, and his straight back was overwhelmed, as if he wanted to press the girl who was cut off from life into his body.

Outside of the formation, several great experts looked at each other in dismay, and one said, "Could it be that his little apprentice committed suicide?"

Another sighed and said, "I never thought that Lu Cang would not be emotional, but when he was emotional, it was like a landslide and tsunami, so affectionate."

"Lin Luoyin is dead, and Lu Cang doesn't have a long time to live, so let's just stop."

As soon as these words were spoken, someone said in shock, "No! Look at Lu Cang!!"

Everyone was busy looking at the center of the formation, only to see Lu Cang still bowing his head, his head covered with silver threads, and his posture did not change. But the horrific scars on his body recovered quickly at an extremely fast speed, and the aura emanating from his body was also rising. Mahayana is complete!

After experiencing the broken Taoist heart and the collapse of the Taoist foundation, he was still on the verge of death just a moment ago, but he returned to the peak of strength in an instant!

Such an incredible thing happened in front of them, and several people couldn't believe their eyes for a while.

"How is it possible! His injuries have all recovered!"

"No, he has become a great demon! The body is full of demonic energy!"

"I once heard that there was an innate magic bead in the devil world twenty years ago. Could it be that Lin Luoyin is the incarnation of the magic bead?"

"Yes! She sacrificed herself to reshape the demon body for him..."

Before the man's voice could fall, he was interrupted by a voice that was cold to the bone: "Shut up."

Lu Cang raised his eyes slowly, his eyes were blood red, he put his arms around the pink-clothed girl in his arms, and struck down with his palm, rushing towards the surroundings with huge energy.

At this time, Lu Cang was no longer like the **** who was white and snowy, but was like an evil spirit crawling out of **** to take revenge.

He made a bold move, showing no mercy.

In the beginning, a few people tried to defeat him together. After all, they were all top powerhouses in the world, and they were only one step away from surviving the calamity. Couldn't the six of them be able to defeat Lu Cang alone?

But this battle clearly told them that they really couldn't beat him. Even if they are at the same level, there is a huge gap.

Dao Zun Lu Cang is by no means a vain name. His Taoism is ever-changing, and his methods are strange and unpredictable. No one can predict where he will appear in the next moment, and who will be cut off.

Every time he made a shot, he could seriously injure one person with precision, break them all down, and in less than half a moment, three people fell.

Seeing this scene, the remaining three quickly had the intention to retreat, but Lu Cang always had a way to block their escape route. He was like the death **** who harvested life, slaughtering them one by one.

"Lu Cang, you are killing your fellow disciples and committing crimes, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven!!" When there was only one person left, the man shouted with a pale face.

Lu Cang walked towards him slowly, stretched out his hand, and the long sword suddenly appeared, penetrating the man's dantian.

"I want you to be buried with her."

The huge snow field became silent again, except for the sound of the wind and snow swept across it for a long time.

Lin Qingyun stood there sluggishly, looking at Master's back, unable to return to her senses for a long time.

Lu Cang hugged his little apprentice and turned around slowly, his icy red eyes looked at Lin Qingyun indifferently, then turned around and stepped into the boundless snow step by step.

On the pure white snowfield, blood was dripping all over the ground, and finally it was covered with traces of swirling snowflakes, returning to the boundless pure white.

A series of continuous footprints were left on the snow, extending into the distance, lonely and lonely.

Lu Cang's ice and snow path was completely destroyed. The boundless and pure snow field in his heart, the icebergs collapsed, the snow melted, and the world changed from pure white and flawless to boundless black.

On the vast black land, at a glance, you can only see a tall cherry tree. The petals of the cherry blossoms are falling down all the time, like the pink flower rain, laying a layer of powder white and soft on the land. Thin blanket.

Lu Cang placed the sleeping girl under the cherry tree. Her cheeks were pink and white, her expression was calm, and the corners of her lips rose slightly, as if she was just falling into a sweet sleep.

It's just those big shining eyes that never opened.

Fortunately, at the last moment, he reacted in time and caught a wisp of her remnant soul.

That ray of remnant soul was nurtured in his heart. Every day, like a heart lamp, the blue flames flickered, and he nurtured it with himself, growing little by little.

At this time, Lu Cang became famous again because he killed the six guardian ancestors of Guiyuan Xianzong.

Those who took the opportunity to insult him and spurn him all shut up. In the face of absolute strength, no amount of rumors and rumors will only disappear.

He is the real strongest person in the world, and no one can defeat him. Even the huge Guiyuan Xianzong will end up losing most of his combat power against him, and even after many years, he was stunned and was captured by other sects. The name of the first immortal gate.

The strange thing is that everyone knows that he almost destroyed Guiyuan Xianzong with only one person, and also fell in love with his apprentice against the sky, killed six great masters of the Mahayana period on the snow field in the extreme north, and his reputation changed. It was so terrifying that it was no longer sacred, and people from the outside still respected him as Dao Zun.

There are more and more young monks who worship him.

Some people also spread the story of him and his little apprentice Lin Luoyin. Within a few years, the story of the master and his apprentice, the Taoist master and the young apprentice, spread throughout the world of immortality.

Later, there were also other examples of master and apprentice falling in love, but after this incident, most people just turned a blind eye. After all, everyone is also afraid, will there be such an objection, and another copy of Lu Cang will appear?

Gradually, seeing the master and apprentice falling in love, people stopped shouting and killing, but slowly accepted it.

After Lu Cang left the Guiyuan Immortal Sect, his whereabouts were uncertain. Some people said that they had seen him in Shiwanda Mountain, some people said that they had met a handsome man in white clothes and white hair at the entrance of Jiyuan in the Demon Realm, and some people said that they had also met him in the mortal world. Taoist person.

There are different opinions, and no one knows where he is, but occasionally there is news of which evil demon he killed.

Everyone knew that he had fallen into a demon, but he did not do evil and bring harm to the world like other demons.

Although he is a demon, his heart is still human.

This is also the reason why the immortal world still reveres him, and the young monks who are just starting out take him as an example.

Time passed quickly, two hundred years passed in a flash, and celebrities in the world of immortality also changed.

The Taoist priest in white, who once amazed countless people, was gradually no longer mentioned in the long silence. The one who is now hotly debated in the world of immortals is Lin Qingyun, who is known as Fairy Lengyue.

Lin Qingyun is extremely talented and born with sword bones. After Guiyuan Xianzong experienced a catastrophe, he has been extremely low-key for two hundred years. It was not until his disciple Lin Qingyun was promoted to Mahayana at the age of less than 300 years that he attracted everyone's attention again.

After this discussion, people discovered that Fairy Lengyue was still the eldest disciple of the original Dao Zun, and the younger disciple's sister!

It is also miserable to say, that Guiyuan Xianzong didn't stop other people's masters and apprentices back then, wouldn't it be all right? Look at the popularity of master-disciple love now, there are so many cases in any sect, as long as you accept it, it's fine.

As a result, one is now dead, one has been lonely all his life, and one has lost both his master and his sister. What a tragic situation.

This also warns everyone in the Xiu Xian world, don't bother about the gossip they can! What's the secret to living long? It's so heartwarming!

In the cold winter and twelfth lunar month, a snow fell last night, and the whole world turned into a silver clad.

In a small mountain village, in a small and dim thatched hut, a peasant girl was lying on the bed and crying while clutching her round stomach.

Outside the courtyard, a simple and honest peasant was chopping firewood and boiling water with sweat on his forehead. His mother was familiar with the road, while directing her daughter-in-law to exert force, while feeding her a sip of sugar water from time to time.

"Guizhi, you have to fight for your stomach. There are two girls in the family. This must be a handle."

Outside the house, two little girls of three or four years old were lying on the window, staring curiously at the house with big innocent eyes.

After a while, the woman screamed, and then a "wow" baby cry came. The old woman excitedly took a look at the baby's legs, and then the old face turned black, and she said maliciously: "It's another girl!"

The woman who had just given birth burst into tears when she heard the words, and the expectation in the expression of the peasant outside the house was instantly swept away.

"Throw it away, throw it away, this icy world won't last long."

The old lady spoke with a stern face, ignoring the tears on the woman's face and the reluctance in her eyes, she casually pulled a rough cloth and wrapped the red baby in her son's hands.

The peasant lowered his head and went out silently without saying a word.

The mountains were silent, the vegetation withered, the peasants stepped on the thick snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the baby in his arms seemed to feel cold, crying hummingly.

Unable to bear it in the end, he took off his jacket, wrapped it around the little baby, and put it on the side of a road.

After that, he stood for a while, ruthless, and left without looking back. There was only the little baby girl whose cry was getting weaker and weaker, with her eyes closed and her small brows frowning, her little face turning blue and white from the cold.

Suddenly, a man with white hair and white clothes appeared out of nowhere in the distance. He was tall and tall, his eyebrows were cold, his face was as handsome as a god, and his dark red eyes were deep and quiet.

He came step by step on the snow, but he never left a trace on the snow. Obviously far away, he took one step, and the next step was a hundred steps away.

Taking a few steps to the little baby, he leaned down and gently picked up the little girl who snorted like a kitten.

With the movement of his fingertips, the swaddling clothes made of shabby jackets fell, and the little girl was naked and wrapped by his wide sleeves. It seemed that she could sense the warmth around her, and the little guy's face slowly returned to ruddy.

She wrinkled her little face, her wet eyelashes trembled, and she opened her eyelids with difficulty.

The big, clear eyes like black grapes were fixed on the man in white who was looking down at her. The little guy suddenly grinned, revealing a pure smile. She raised her tender little paws, grabbed a strand of silver thread that floated in front of her eyes, and wrapped them tightly between her fingers, never letting go.

"Luo Yin..."