At that time, he took Li Xiuchen to the Dream Demon Land, and every time he encountered a Dream Demon illusion, he would encounter this scene. In the illusion, this person called his name over and over again, hugged him over and over again, and passed on his scorching warmth to him over and over again.
But they are all just illusions.
But now...
"Gradually clearing."
A cold and indifferent voice echoed softly from Yuxiao Peak. Luo Jianqing stiffly raised his head, only to see his bewildered self reflected in those slender, clear phoenix eyes. He was no longer calm and composed; he began to panic, even afraid.
Luo Jianqing recalled his past interactions with Xuan Lingzi. He trembled as he bowed, his heart filled with bitterness, but he maintained a respectful expression. He said earnestly, "Master, I'm back... I still have some things to think about. I'd like to return to my room first and tell you about my training trip tomorrow."
Luo Jianqing tiptoed and went to his bamboo house impatiently.
He suddenly understood that even if all this started over again, even if Jiulian, Mo Qing, Cang Ruo and others had a very good ending, even if the way of heaven in this world had become the way of heaven again, even monsters could become immortals.
But those people are no longer those people.
Mo Qiu is a direct descendant of the Mo family, but Mo Qianqiu no longer recognizes him.
He and Xuan Lingzi... were just master and disciple. He didn't know whether Xuan Lingzi would still like him, but as long as he was still this person's disciple, he would be satisfied.
As long as those people live well, he has nothing else to ask for.
But just when Luo Jianqing was about to fly into the bamboo house, his hand was suddenly grabbed by someone.
Luo Jianqing turned around in surprise, but someone suddenly pulled his arm forward and he fell into someone's arms. The elegant fragrance of lotus lingered in his nose. Luo Jianqing trembled and dared not move, but the person's hand gently wrapped around his waist, and in a gentle voice that was almost doting, he whispered in his ear -
"Jianqing, I'm back."
Luo Jianqing suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked up at the man. Xuan Lingzi still had that indifferent expression, but his eyes were soft and tender, immersed in rich emotions. Luo Jianqing knew at first glance: this was still his Wuyin!
No longer caring why Xuan Lingzi remembered all that, Luo Jianqing hugged him tightly and said hoarsely, "Master." When the two words fell, the young man's voice trembled slightly, and seemed to have a hint of tears in his voice.
Xuan Lingzi tenderly kissed Luo Jianqing's face, each kiss as gentle as a feather, as if he were treating the most precious treasure in the world. Luo Jianqing lowered his eyes slightly and allowed the other party to kiss him like this. When Xuan Lingzi was about to kiss his lips, he slowly stopped and lowered his head to look at Luo Jianqing.
Luo Jianqing also looked up at him.
Just a glance, but it seems like thousands of years.
Luo Jianqing grabbed Xuan Lingzi's neck and was about to kiss him recklessly. But at this moment, an arrogant voice rang out from the bottom of Mount Taihua: "Where is Luo Jianqing from Mount Taihua? I've come to see you, why don't you come down to me!"
Luo Jianqing's body stiffened, and an impossible answer suddenly flashed through his mind.
Xuan Lingzi hugged him even tighter and said, "Ignore him."
Luo Jianqing said without hesitation: "But he is Mo Qianqiu, why is he here, why did he call me like that, is he the same as you... um..."
The scorching hot kiss silenced Luo Jianqing's words. Xuan Lingzi used his arms to hold his beloved close, as if embedding him into his flesh. Luo Jianqing was initially stunned, but later cooperated. He also threw himself wholeheartedly into the kiss, using the warmth of their close connection to fill the void in his heart.
At the foot of Yuxiao Peak, Mo Qianqiu shouted a few times, but received no response from the people on the mountain. Instead, he received a response from some cultivators from Taihua Mountain.
On Yuxiao Peak, a master and disciple hugged each other tightly, kissed each other, and went into the bamboo house, no longer asking about anything happening in the outside world.
In the clear, cloudless sky, a thick book plummeted from the clouds, seemingly destined to crash onto Jade Sky Peak. However, the book only made it halfway before being shattered into pieces by an invisible force. That force quietly returned to the heavens, while the fragments of the book were swept away by the fierce wind, reduced to dust, never to be seen again.
"Seeking Immortality"?
I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals.
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