Lou Munan continued to travel as before, only now he had a little tail following him everywhere.
In spring, the mountains and fields are covered with all kinds of colorful flowers.
A man dressed in black robes stood amidst a sea of flowers, his long, black hair fluttering in the wind. His figure was elegant and graceful, his features flawless. He gazed absently at the distant sky, lost in thought, when suddenly he heard the voice of a young child:
"Uncle, uncle, uncle."
The sound was like the ringing of a crystal wind chime.
Lou Munan turned around and saw a little bundle of joy dressed in white running towards him.
The three- or four-year-old child had skin as white and tender as snow, chubby and adorable, making one want to hold him and kiss him. His long, black hair was tied into two small buns, wrapped with red ribbons, and he wore a gold locket around his neck. Holding a small red flower in his delicate white hand, he ran smiling to Lou Munan and asked him:
"Uncle, Uncle, isn't this flower pretty?"
Lou Munan smiled and said, "It's beautiful. The flower you chose is the most beautiful."
"Then let's collect some flower seeds; I'm going to plant them in the yard," Xiaoyue said with a smile.
Lou Munan picked him up and said indulgently, "Okay, you can plant as many flowers as you want."
Although they traveled around, they would stay in each place for a while.
It could be three years, five years, or even longer. So, usually, Lou Munan would set up a home. Xiao Yue would always happily decorate their home; he loved planting flowers and all sorts of exotic plants in the yard.
Ayao and the Lord of the Black Nest watched from afar as Lou Munan and Xiaoyue enjoyed their spring outing, and watched them leave after they had had their fill of fun.
Ayao watched as Xiaoyue held Lou Munan's hand, smiling happily, her little face innocent and radiant.
Lou Munan's eyes also lit up, and the murderous aura around him disappeared.
She watched him guide Xiaoyue in her cultivation, watched him take her to sample various delicacies, and watched him show her the beautiful scenery of the myriad realms. Although he lived in anonymity, news of Yan Tang's every move reached his ears. When he and Xiaoyue went to the bustling immortal city to enjoy song and dance or savor delicacies, he would overhear the conversations of those around them.
He learned that Yan Tang's father had abdicated, and that Yan Tang had inherited the throne of the Great Sun Golden Crow clan and ascended the throne as the new emperor.
He learned that after Yan Tang ascended to the throne, all the races of the ancient world submitted to her, and she even made the Moon Clan recognize her as their master. From then on, she became the Lord of the Sun and Moon.
She is the goddess of the sun and the goddess of the moon.
He learned that the Demon Realm had provoked her, and she had slain ten demon gods in succession, shocking all realms. The Dark Realm and the Underworld, all territories belonging to the Demon Race, were taken over by her, forcing the Demon Race to cower within the Demon Realm. From that time on, the Demon Race trembled at the mere mention of her name.
She remained as meddlesome as ever, and when conflicts arose among the various tribes, they would all seek her out to uphold justice. Yan Tang's judgments were always convincing, thus preventing many unnecessary battles. Many powerful beings, out of their admiration for her, willingly submitted and became her subjects.
Lord of Fire, Ruler of Light, Lord of the Stars—her titles are piling up.
She was still as dazzling as ever, even without him, more dazzling than when she was with him.
That sword strike did not break her spirit; instead, her power grew stronger, constantly increasing.
Perhaps one day, she will become the sole ruler of all the heavens and myriad realms.
Lou Munan thought to himself.
Does this have anything to do with him?
This has nothing to do with him.
All he wanted to do was stay with Xiaoyue and protect his sister's only bloodline.
Only occasionally would he visit the places he and Yan Tang had been.
The massive, steep mountains bore the marks of battle on their strange peaks. Amidst the swirling mists, a handsome man with black hair and dressed in black stood at the foot of one of the mountains, gazing at the sword marks left on its surface.
"Uncle, Uncle, what are you looking at?"
Xiaoyue tugged at Lou Munan's sleeve, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
What's so interesting about those sword marks?
Although he didn't know why his uncle was staring at it for so long, he sensed an incredibly powerful aura emanating from the sword mark. The little boy became curious: who left this sword mark?
"Uncle, who left this sword mark?" Xiaoyue asked.
“An old friend,” Lou Munan said.
"An old friend? Is it my uncle's friend?" Xiaoyue asked.
“It used to be.”
Why "in the past"?
"Because I did something to wrong her, I no longer deserve to be her friend." Lou Munan looked at his nephew and smiled bitterly.
"Is it impossible for you to ask him for forgiveness?" Xiaoyue blinked.
Lou Munan squatted down and stroked Xiaoyue's head. He said, "Some things, once they happen, are like a thorn stuck in your heart. Even if you pull it out, the mark will never disappear."
"ah?"
Xiaoyue didn't understand, and Lou Munan didn't want him to understand either.
Lou Munan smiled and took his soft little hand: "Come on, Uncle will take you somewhere to eat something delicious."
"Great, great!" Xiaoyue clapped her hands as soon as she heard about the delicious food.
He reached out to Lou Munan for a hug.
"Hold me, Uncle, hold me."
"You're so big, why do you still want to be carried?"
"I'm not that old, I'm only two hundred years old."
He was a half-demon, so he grew slowly to begin with.
Lou Munan smiled, picked him up, and flew into the sky.
Time flies, and Xiaoyue has grown taller and taller; he now looks about seven or eight years old. Looking at him, Ayao thought the more she looked, the more he resembled Feng Chu. She thought to herself: No wonder Lou Munan's attitude towards Feng Chu was different; it wasn't because he wanted to use Feng Chu, but because Feng Chu looked like Xiaoyue. She had completely misunderstood that Lou Munan guy.
On a cultivation planet, Xiaoyue, dressed in a moon-white robe, was practicing swordplay.
He no longer wears his hair in two buns; his long, black hair is now tied into a long ponytail with a golden ribbon. The golden lock still hangs on his chest, and Lou Munan has placed various protective restrictions on this longevity lock.
As Xiaoyue wielded her sword, the sword light bloomed like overlapping flowers, leaving sword marks on the ground.
Lou Munan was sitting in a rocking chair not far away, reading a book.
Xiaoyue looked at him, and suddenly thrust her sword towards Lou Munan.
"Uncle, watch out!"
Lou Munan raised his head, looked at the long sword thrusting towards him, and lazily dodged to the side. Xiao Yue's sword missed its mark, and seeing that he had missed, he immediately changed his move. As he swung his sword, sword energies formed flying swords around him, which shot out continuously towards Lou Munan.
Lou Munan flashed into the air, and Xiao Yue shouted, as a torrent of flying swords rushed towards Lou Munan.
The two of them began to spar on this cultivation star.
Aside from some spirit beasts, only the uncle and nephew lived on this cultivation star.
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