Lu Qingyan looked at Rong Xu's appearance, her lowered eyelashes trembling. Indeed, even knowing he was the Demon Lord, his entire demeanor and every movement exuded an aura of an immortal.
How innocent must he look, so distraught and devastated, to be able to deceive so many people?
Lu Qingyan looked at Rong Xu, and memories of events from tens of millions of years ago came to mind.
In the beginning of time, there was no living being in this world. Later, someone came here and gradually people appeared.
Rong Qing, Rong Xu, and Lu Qingyan (Qing Si) at that time watched as the people who gradually appeared went from being naked to being well-dressed.
Some of them became emperors on earth and began to establish order in the human world, while others began to seek immortality and evolved into the paths of immortals and demons.
At that time, Lu Qingyan was an unknown blade of grass, her body as slender as the strands of hair on those people's bodies. Rong Qing and Rong Xu were like a wisp of air that drifted in from somewhere in front of her, constantly swirling around her.
Millions of years passed, and a thunderbolt struck down from the sky. The green silk grass transformed into a baby girl, and a wisp of air transformed into two identical baby boys.
For some reason, the three of them were not in the same place.
In a remote mountain village, an old woman with a hunched back went out for a walk. When she reached the stream, she suddenly heard the cry of a baby.
"I think I hear a child crying?" the old woman muttered to herself, but she still carefully discerned the direction of the sound and went to look in that direction.
"Oh, there really is a child." The old woman rubbed her eyes, which were a little blurry, and carefully picked up the swaddled baby. When she lifted the swaddle, she saw a child with a small grass-shaped mark on his face.
"Who the hell abandoned this child here?" the old woman said, extremely dissatisfied. She had never seen a child abandoned in such a place before. In this era, even if someone couldn't afford to raise a child, they would abandon them at the gates of cultivation sects. Those people were kind-hearted and would always find them a job and raise them. But to abandon someone here meant certain death.
The old woman sighed, thought for a moment, and then took the child back. Strangely enough, the child stopped crying after she held him, and looked at her with big, round eyes, smiling sweetly and endearingly.
"Mother, you're back. What's that you're holding?" The younger woman walked towards the old woman, and her heart softened when she saw it was a child: "Mother, where did you bring this child back from? Where are the child's parents?"
"Don't even mention it." The old woman recounted the story with a long face, which made the other woman quite indignant. However, she still said, "Our family's conditions are just like this. It's not easy to support her. Why don't we just give her away?"
The old woman hesitated for a moment: "This... I've looked at it, it's a girl, I'm afraid no one will want her. I don't think she can eat much, so why don't we keep her with us?"
“Mother, it’s not that I don’t want to keep her, but we really can’t afford to raise her. If it weren’t for Ming’er taking care of us, we would probably have starved to death long ago. What would happen to Ming’er if we added this girl on top of that?” The woman said with a worried look on her face. “Ming’er’s aptitude isn’t the best. His master didn’t really want him back then. If it weren’t for our family’s pitiful situation, how would Ming’er have had the chance to enter the sect?”
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