Xuan Lingzi knew everything Mo Qianqiu had done for Luo Jianqing in his previous life. In this life, Mo Qianqiu had spent decades searching the banks of the Luo River, and even Luo Jianqing was the only one who dared to smack him in the face with his scabbard, and he hadn't been shattered to pieces by his best efforts.
This special thing made Xuan Lingzi ask this question.
A glimmer flashed across Mo Qianqiu's blood-red pupils, but his azure right eye remained calm. He stared at Xuan Lingzi for a long moment, then suddenly chuckled softly. His laughter abruptly stopped, and his expression turned cold. "Even if you don't believe me, don't you also believe Luo Jianqing?"
"Of course I believe him." Xuan Lingzi narrowed his eyes, flicked his sleeves and left.
But before Xuan Lingzi could take a single step, Mo Qianqiu chuckled softly and spoke as if reminiscing, "...Eight hundred years ago, I woke up alone from my memories. I was terrified at the time. I didn't know which was real and which was a dream. My only thought was to go to the demon realm and find him."
Xuan Lingzi paused slightly. He did not look back, but he already had the answer.
However, when he reached the entrance of the main hall, he stopped again, turned around, and said calmly, "Although we're not close acquaintances and I don't know him well, you've never considered that, Demon Lord Jinli is so kind to you, why hasn't he come looking for you even though you've been staying in the Demon Realm for several months? Hatching the dragon eggs has already exhausted him. When Jianqing and I left Dragon Island a month ago, the Demon Lord's strength plummeted, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up and see you off, so..."
“Whoosh—”
Before Xuan Lingzi could finish his words, a red light suddenly flew past his side, rushed out of the Demon Palace and headed towards the Demon Realm.
When Luo Jianqing returned after defeating Qin Guihe, Xuan Lingzi was standing at the gate of the Demon Palace waiting for him.
Luo Jianqing casually asked, "Where did Mo Qiu go?" Xuan Lingzi reached out to tuck the messy hair around his ears and said softly, "He went to look for Jin Li."
Luo Jianqing nodded lightly, not caring at all, and left the Demon Realm with Xuan Lingzi. As they walked, he said, "Even though I know his real name is Mo Qianqiu, I can't help but say Mo Qiu. Master, have you ever had a great friend in your life? A friend you'd turn your back on, a friend you'd die for?"
Xuan Lingzi shook his head: "Never before."
Luo Jianqing was slightly stunned and murmured, "...That's a pity."
Xuan Lingzi, however, followed Luo Jianqing's fingers and held his hand tightly, interlocking theirs. Luo Jianqing also took his hand and turned to look at him.
In the warm yellow light of the setting sun and in the slightly intoxicating warm breeze, the aloof and noble venerable man in white slightly raised the corners of his lips, and suddenly it was like the spring snow melting and all things revived.
"As long as I have you as my teacher, everything is enough."
Luo Jianqing's eyes suddenly widened, as if he could hear his own heart pounding. He slowly raised the corners of his lips, a brilliant smile spreading across his handsome face, leaving a vibrant glow in the setting sun. He held Xuan Lingzi's hand tightly, just as he had held his when they were children, a hand they had held for so many years, and would continue to hold forever.
Luo Jianqing said with a smile, "Let's travel around Xuantian Continent, just like Master Jiulian and Senior Mo Qing did before. Just the two of us, let's travel to all places together, see different scenery, and see this unique world."
Xuan Lingzi chuckled and nodded: "Okay."
For the next five hundred years, Luo Jianqing and Xuan Lingzi set out from the Demon Realm and traveled across the Thirty-Six Continents of Xuantian Continent, including the Three Dangerous Lands, the Eight Great Wastelands, and countless other unknown places. Sometimes they would mingle with the crowds, sometimes they would stay in the mountains, just like any other ordinary couple in the world, doing ordinary things, and occasionally returning to Yuxiao Peak to teach the little phoenix.
Five hundred years later, the little phoenix finally grew up. Luo Jianqing, who had already entered the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and Xuan Lingzi, who had reached the great perfection of the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, returned to Yuxiao Peak and saw the handsome young man and a lush paulownia tree.
This tree is so familiar. It is planted next to the bamboo forest on Yuxiao Peak, and its huge branches create a green shade.
Luo Jianqing couldn't help but reach out and stroke the rough bark of the sycamore. A rustling sound echoed in his ears, just like the time before, when he had spent a full ten years beneath another sycamore tree, sheltering him and consuming his life force. Without the sycamore, Luo Jianqing wouldn't be able to refine the eighth level of the Nine Lotuses Heaven-Seizing Record. Without the sycamore, the world would be turned upside down.
Chi Yun died, Wutong died, but Luo Jianqing finally fulfilled his mission and raised a little phoenix.
This phoenix, as described in every historical text, is elegant, powerful, and exudes an air of nobility. He possesses the pride of a mythical beast and all the virtues of a phoenix. Having reached adulthood, he will eventually leave Yuxiao Peak and journey to the land of the phoenix clan, truly embarking on a life destined for greatness.
This is a celebration of adulthood, but it is also a preparation for saying goodbye.
Luo Jianqing was still very reluctant to let go. In his heart, Dandan would always be the little phoenix that nestled in his arms, lazily refusing to get up. But now, he had no choice but to send this phoenix away with Xuan Lingzi.
At this time, Luo Jianqing was already over 700 years old, and Xuan Lingzi was already 1,000 years old. For a great being in the Spiritual Transformation Stage, they were both too young.
The little phoenix bowed earnestly and said, "The lifespan of the Phoenix Clan is over 50,000 years. Before my father ascends to heaven, I will visit you often."
Luo Jianqing nodded and said, "Now that you've reached adulthood, it's time for you to have a proper name. You are the last bloodline of the Phoenix Clan, shouldering the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the clan. How about calling you Changsheng? May you seek a true, heavenly immortality for the Phoenix Clan."
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