Qingle: “…”
What was she talking about? Was she talking about their fate, or about the past few hundred years?
He couldn't practice cultivation, and he never lived past the age of thirty. He met her again and again, and again and again she had to watch him leave with her own eyes... She remembered what the woman said, "Every drink and every bite is destined."
Today, Qingle finally understood that her tribulation had just begun.
Ten thousand years ago, she killed her husband to prove her truth, was ruthless to her master, and ignored her parents and disciples of the sect. In the end, she ascended to become an immortal by stepping on piles of corpses.
Ten thousand years later, she returned to the beginning. That person didn't kill her, didn't destroy her foundation, and simply gave her a different appearance, but her heart was in turmoil.
"Long Court..."
"I can't save myself, and I can't save you."
For hundreds of years, she has never returned to Shangyuan Sect, because she knows that the woman will naturally deal with the mess, the master will be fine, Shangyuan Sect will be fine, and everything will be prosperous.
Qingle took off her disguise, revealing a white dress with long hair hanging down to the ground.
He raised his hand, hesitantly, and covered the young man's hand holding the folding fan: "I have been stained by love, and the roots of Taoism have been completely destroyed. Now there is no way to save the situation."
Is it so easy to cultivate the supreme state of forgetfulness?
From the moment her hair turned white and her soul became completely clear, her path was ruined.
She prided herself on being ruthless and cold, and also believed that she would not be moved, but everything happened so naturally... Giving up the Tao and starting over is not easy, and she is even less capable of it.
Chang Ting was stunned and opened his mouth: "You..."
Qingle pursed her lips and looked at him: "Don't marry the girl from the Li family, so as not to hurt her. If you really want to... marry a wife."
"I'll marry you."
Qingle considered carefully: "But I must let you know, I wasn't a good person in the past. I killed my husband and son, my teacher and my parents... I became an immortal, but someone easily pulled me down from the immortal path. She said I was cultivating the devil and was not worthy of being a human."
"When I met you, my mind was imprisoned and I was acting only on instinct."
"When you meet me, you always end up in a bad way. It's been like this for hundreds of years. I tried to change my fate, but I found it impossible to change it."
"I've been looking for you."
"If you pass away in the future, I will search for you for as long as I live."
"Long Court...are you willing?"
She looked at him with bright eyes and a gentle temperament.
Changting: "..."
After a long pause, the man smiled brightly, "I thought it was all a dream, but it turns out to be real?"
"I dreamed that I was always chasing after someone with a big cape, but I could never catch up."
"So...it's been you all along?"
He threw away the folding fan, held her hand with his backhand, pulled her into his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and sighed: "It's just Qingle, it's too late."
Qingle froze.
Changting stroked her face with his hand: "My tribulation is almost over."
"I've been getting more lucid lately, and I've been remembering more and more things. I was a beggar, a prostitute, a general, and an emperor... Ninety-nine eighty-one calamities, and this life is the last one."
"Practice the supreme path and seek immortality."
"Qingle, if you really have the willpower, then work hard to cultivate and catch up, but... I won't wait for you."
Dark clouds rolled in the sky, strong electric currents flowed through the clouds, muffled thunder rumbled, the man's aura grew stronger and stronger, and the wind blew violently.
He held her face and placed a kiss on her lips: "Catch up."
A strong wind blew, and he gently pushed Qingle away, with a smile on his lips and a gentle look in his eyes. Then he slowly rose into the air... The royal blue county magistrate's official uniform faded and turned into a golden robe. On the robe, a five-clawed golden dragon swam as if alive.
Qingle: “…”
She stood there in a daze, watching the man rise higher and higher.
A golden staircase descended from the sky. The man passed by the people who were kneeling in fear, took one last look at the woman in white, turned around, stepped onto the stairs, and disappeared into the clouds.
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March,
It was also the time when Shang Yuanzong held his ten-year ceremony of accepting disciples.
Countless immortal seekers from all over gathered in front of the mountain gate. Some were in rags, some were wearing gold and silver, and some were dressed in white... Hey?
The gatekeeper wiped his eyes and looked again.
Among the countless faces, some full of confidence, some filled with fear, one face that looked a little dazed stood out.
The disciple couldn't help but nudge the disciple next to him: "Hey, what's wrong with that person? Why is he looking at the mountain gate like that? He looks like he's searching hard, or like he's missing someone... Is he someone we know from Shangyuan Sect?"
The disciple touched his chin and nodded: "I can't say for sure."
"Perhaps it could be a fellow disciple of ours? Ever since the Immortal-Demon War, many of the sect's elders have packed up and gone on the road. Only the six geniuses from back then remain to guard the entire sect... Shit, they're coming."
The two men stood up quickly, their faces serious and looking very majestic.
The woman in white stepped onto the void and stopped in front of the mountain gate. She looked at the large characters "Shangyuan Sect" and asked, "Who is the current sect leader? Is Venerable Changhao still here?"
A disciple bowed and asked, "May I know who you are?"
The white-robed woman paused for a moment and said, "Zhen Hao's chief disciple, Qing Le."
Venerable Chang Hao? Chief? Senior Disciple?
The two disciples quickly bowed and saluted: "Disciples greet Master."
Such a senior, no matter what their cultivation level is, out of respect, they can only call each other like this. Thinking of her question, he quickly answered: "Zhen Hao Zun should be in seclusion, the current sect leader is your junior brother Zhenjun Shenzhi."
"Junior Brother?"
"Well, a few hundred years ago, the sect leader became a disciple of the Venerable Chang Hao."
Qingle was stunned for a moment, then nodded, without asking any more questions. He thanked the two disciples and stepped into the sect.
There were stone steps piled with white jade, a huge square, groups of white-robed disciples practicing swordplay with Qingmu swords, the sound was deafening, a crane flew through the sky, with a white-robed boy sitting on its back... Qingle's eyes were in a trance.
Someone came up and asked, "Is this Master Qingle?"
Qingle came back to his senses and nodded: "Yes."
The disciple bowed and said, "The master invites you."
After a while, they arrived in front of the main hall and stopped. Qingle glanced around, took a deep breath, and walked into the door.
"It's you!"
"It's me."
Qingle pursed her lips.
The little tree demon raised his lips slightly and leaned back in his chair: "If you want to ask for the truth, then ask your heart; if you want to seek the Dharma, please do as you please."
Qingle: "...what did she say?"
The little tree demon nodded as a matter of course: "My mother predicted that you would come."
Qingle: “…”
She looked at the man above the hall, no, it would be more appropriate to say he was a monster, with a face more beautiful than a woman's, dressed in a red dress with a wide-open collar, slumped in a chair without a trace of the dignity of a sect leader.
Qingle didn't understand: "Is there no one left in Shangyuan Sect?"
He behaves so unrestrainedly, how can he be a leader at all!
The little tree demon frowned and opened his mouth to scold her, but suddenly he saw a woman coming in the doorway. He instantly became fragile and ran over. He hugged the woman with his big hands and cried, "My wife, someone is bullying me~"
In an instant, a gaze as fierce as a sword swept towards her.
Qingle: “…”
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