"Lord Demon, why did you become like this?" The illusion vanished, and Tsukiju was already in tears, squeaking and shaking the leaves, irritable and uncomfortable.

"The most complex and changeable thing in this world is the heart, and the most entangled thing is friendship. Si Shaoqian's voice was warm and calm, but it was more calm and thorough than Yuetang's empathy and pain, he had seen through everything, he had already stayed out, ruthless and desireless.

"But Lord Demon Lord, if love is so fickle and painful, why do we want it?" Tsukiyu thought faintly, and said as if he was angry, snorting coldly.

"Love produces pain, but it also brings joy. The mixture of joy and sorrow has created its unattainable, and it is naturally uncontrollable. If you crave family affection, even if you don't know who your parents are, whether they live or die. And when you fall into my flower garden, the thousand years of companionship between us, the silver carp and your centuries of watering grace, is not love, is it not fate? And when all this happens, what can you do?"

"Hey" Yue Tang sighed long, frowned, pursed his upper lips, suddenly remembered something, his eyes flashed, and he smiled: "After so many years, I want to thank Brother Chong well." "The moon orange shook the leaves, making a rattle in the wind.

"You're already able to speak, so don't tell him just yet. Si Shaoqian smiled helplessly, sighed slightly, and said tactfully with a hint of indulgence. In the end, he is a child who has not been in the world, emotionally fragile and easily disturbed, but he is also very forgetful. Sadness and joy, you can not care about it like this.

"Why?" Tsukiyu was slightly surprised, and her eyes widened unconsciously, and she rolled slightly, as if she understood or not.

"After all, he has suffered so much for you, and if he knew that you could sense the outside world and communicate with it, he would be whispering it in your ear every day. Si Shaoqian's voice carried a hint of gentle demagogy, with a thick smile. Tsukiju listened carefully, nodded, and thought about the expression on the silver carp every time he watered himself, and felt that what he said was very reasonable.

"Thank you, Lord Mo. The moon orange chick nodded obediently, saying sincerely, but with a kind of absolute trust and dependence in his tone.

"Although you already know some basic knowledge and have read a lot of books, I think you still need to read some books and know more things to improve your spell cultivation. But these are just the contents of the book, and in the face of this world, it is still impossible to see the whole relief. So I want to take you to experience some such illusions from time to time, and let you understand and understand the love, hatred, hatred, good, evil, beauty and ugliness in this world. There is no hint of compulsion or superiority, as if it is just a kind friend who is making a very pertinent opinion.

Si Shaoqian is such an existence who is also a teacher and a friend. She trusts him unconditionally, supports him, and is grateful to him because he has taught her every bit about this world.

Yue Tang nodded vaguely, looking at the little ant moving on the ground in confusion, and his attention was suddenly shifted to the orderly little guy, imagining that their cultivation, could some of them also be able to speak like themselves?

This world is really strange, and Tsukiju looks around curiously, not wanting to miss any corner. However, although this flower garden is large, it is only a flower garden, and the sight and perception of the moon orange are limited, and the place where the eye can be seen is already very familiar, and there is nothing new. I don't know if the Yang Realm mentioned in the book is very beautiful? Why does the book say that everything in this world has its own destiny, and all the pain, embarrassment, and injustice in this world are related to this destiny, as if the heavens can't help themselves.

And what is this heaven? Is it an existence like the Demon Lord of the Netherworld? Or is it an existence like a god in the Yang Realm?

From the book or from Si Shaoqian's mouth, Yueju knew that more than 200,000 years had passed since Pangu opened the world to divide yin and yang. During this period, there were only two demon lords in the netherworld, and Si Shaoqian was the second. As for the matter of the first Netherworld Demon Lord Tao Yuhua, there are very few records in the ancient books, and Si Shaoqian seems to be extremely reluctant to mention it, or he doesn't know anything at all, so Yueju is very curious about the first demon lord who leads the Netherworld, and she can only shake her head again and again about her deeds, and the Tao is mysterious and unpredictable.

Corresponding to it is the Yang Realm, for more than 200,000 years, the Yang Realm has changed a total of five gods, and the immortal family who held the position of the gods at this time is the fifth. And that Lord God can't be regarded as a real god in the strict sense, but only the successor of the divine throne with the oracle, and the yang realm calls him the heir of the god.

Tsukichibana was very respectful and reverent when he heard the Demon Lord mention the God-sama, and from this he slightly guessed that the God-sama must be an extremely remarkable figure. Otherwise, how could he have obtained the magic eye of the Demon Lord. Tsukitachia's admiration for the fifth god became stronger with the introduction of the Demon Lord, and was even second only to the Demon Lord in Tsukichibana's heart.

"Lord Demon, may I ask what the evil son is? I seem to have seen this name in an ancient book, but I only mentioned the name and did not explain it in detail. As if remembering something, Tsukiyu frowned and tilted her head to look at the closed door suspiciously, very puzzled.

The slender five fingers were clenched into fists, and the distinct joints were slightly raised due to too much force, and they were pale and weak. Si Shaoqian gasped deeply, forcing himself to suppress the chaos in his mind, but he couldn't resist the intrusion of pain, he took a breath, spit out a mouthful of blood, and almost went mad, burying himself at this 200,000-year bottleneck.

A bitter and desolate sneer flashed at the corner of his mouth, but his gaze was scattered, he raised his head slightly, leaned heavily against the corner, curled up in a ball, and let out a mournful and tactful scream.

"Lord Demon Lord, are you okay?" There was a silence in the room, and Yue Ju felt that Si Shaoqian had strengthened a soundproof barrier in the retreat to prevent any sound from seeping out of the room, and he couldn't help but be scared.

Outside the house, Yuetang's voice was crisp and smart, mixed with thick apologies and worries, and it penetrated into his ears, like a calming charm. After a while, Si Shaoqian returned to normal, tidied up his clothes, stroked his fingertips, removed all the blood stains on the ground, straightened his body slightly, and sat cross-legged straight.

The soundproof barrier opened, and Si Shaoqian's slightly hoarse and low voice came from inside the room, and said, "It is rumored that the evil son is the purest and purest thing in the world, but it is also the most ruthless and evil thing. But because everything is just hearsay, you don't have to take it seriously, you don't have to take it to heart, and you can study the real knowledge diligently. The tone seemed to be smiling, as if it was a little bleak, but there was a lot of mockery.

"I will definitely work very hard to improve my cultivation and live up to your kindness. Even though Si Shaoqian tried his best to cover it up, he finally underestimated Yuetang's understanding of him. There was obviously something wrong with the Demon Lord's voice, and where did Yue Tang dare to continue asking, so he had to bury this question firmly in his heart, or he might be able to find the answer one day.

"The period of this note is three hundred years, and during this period you should study hard, and if you don't understand anything, you can ask me. As if he was worried that Yueju noticed something abnormal, Si Shaoqian hurriedly added something, wanting to transfer Yuetang's mind to his studies.

"I will definitely study hard. Then Lord Demon Lord, let's have a good rest, and I'll try a new spell. "The moon orange is no longer the heartless little sapling of three hundred years ago, where will you not understand the truth that the more you hide it, the more weak your heart is. It's just that Lord Demon doesn't explain it, so naturally he has a reason. Yuetangi retracted her mind and concentrated on cultivation. However, he felt a little depressed in his heart, as if he wanted to vent, and shook his leaves fiercely for a while.

"It's strange, there's no wind today. When the tarpon came out of the corridor, he saw the swaying leaves of the trees, and muttered to himself in confusion. The reason for this was deliberately blocked by Si Shaoqian, so naturally he couldn't understand it, but it was the moon orange or the small sapling.

It's just that Yue Tang is still just a child who has not yet experienced human sophistication after all, and the cathartic shaking has vividly shown the incomprehension and depression in his heart. Si Shaoqian sighed slightly, looked at the gray sky outside the window, and slowly closed his eyes.

Hearing the sound of the tarpon, Tsukiju quickly retracted his movements, holding his breath, eager to burrow himself into the hole.

"That's ......" The tarpon was still thinking about saying something, but was interrupted by the Demon Lord and said something inconsequential, and the matter came to an end.

"Lord God, did you really decide to go alone?" Ye Ji frowned and followed behind Mu Bai worriedly, like a small tail, which annoyed Mu Bai.

Mu Bai stood still, his lips were tightly pursed, his brows were locked, he was slightly calm, and he looked at Ye Ji coldly, but he always remained silent.

Seeing this, Yeji was frightened and didn't dare to speak again.

"There has been a lot of movement in Jiangcheng in Qianqi Mountain recently, so you can go down and take a look. After a slight pause, Mu Bai's face was slightly gloomy, his eyes were sharp, and he advised: "That evil charm has profound skills, let Ye Luo work with you, and be careful in everything." With that, Mu Bai's straight back disappeared into the night wind.

He went down to the mortal world twice, but he escaped the love catastrophe. I don't know if it's luck or misfortune.

Affection is bitterness, and ruthlessness is strong.

But it is precisely because of the lack of this calamity that the Nine Heavens Immortals do not recognize his divine dignity from the bottom of their hearts.

There was no wave on Mu Bai's face, but Yeji understood how much he cared. That's why he didn't hesitate to risk death again and again, and went through the world alone, subduing all kinds of divine beasts and enhancing his strength.

Behind becoming the first person in this yang realm, who knows how many times life and death are unknown and scarred?

Yeji stood dumbfounded, sighing helplessly, and it was time to prepare healing medicine when he turned back.

It's just that Yeji didn't understand that there was another reason why Mu Bai always insisted on going through that love calamity. And that reason, which involves too much, is the story before Mu Bai became the heir of the god, from a long, long time ago, in my heart, persisted for so many years, and even became an obsession.