It is said that Rongwan Mansion, carved beams and painted buildings, more than 100 houses, countless pavilions and Langyuan, covering an area of 1 square (600 acres of land), 400 family servants, just in the kung fu of speaking, suddenly the world evaporated, I have to say that it is a strange thing.

If it were someone else listening, they would have been babbling, fussing, and asking, but the audience was Zhixi and the master. The two people, who were once in trouble with the sea, and who were once connected with each other day and night, have long been familiar with such strange things, and have not even shown a trace of surprise.

Xie Daoqing was overjoyed, talking about this incident, seeing that no one was cheering, she felt very bored, Xie Daoqing pulled her sleeves, and she pouted and sat back in place. Xie Daoqing said: "No matter how it is, it's good!" There are a lot of royal puppets. ”

"Zhixi, a few of them, they have been through deep hardships, the country is ruined, displaced, and the war is in chaos, they can't care about thinking about these things," Xie Daojing pointed to a few relatives of her peers and said to Zhixi: "But, don't you even think it's strange?" How can there be such a big house, in the blink of an eye, even with people, they say that there is no such thing? It's not burned, it's not torn down, isn't it demonic? You don't say a word either. ”

"I, too, have suffered deeply, when my husband was separated from home and died by mistake, I was killed by digging out my heart, peeling my skin and tendons, and now I don't know where I am gone?" Zhixi's eyes were filled with crystal tears, this was what she thought in her heart, the pain of grinding her heart, but she couldn't say it.

"Demon, it may not be a curse," Zhixi said this, to reply to Xie Daojun: "What's more, this disappears out of thin air, and it may not be the handiwork of the gods?" The immortal manifestation, bless the Zhao family, isn't it also the well-being of the ancestors? "Lihe is a demon, but she is the kindest demon, and in her words, the gods she is talking about naturally refer to Mu Luo, the master of the wood god who incarnates Zhao Wanmo.

"That must be blessed by the gods," Xie Dao agreed happily. The world pays attention to praying to God and worshiping Buddha, but may not really see all of it, and Zhixi, not only saw the god with her own eyes, but also has a deep relationship with it, every word she said, has a deep meaning, but this affectionate and true meaning is incomprehensible to people.

At this time, Xie Dao put his hands together and recited: Amitabha Buddha blesses, bless my Zhao descendants, extend the blessings, and pray for a god who may be nothing.

And Zhixi, but in her heart: Muluo, you and the deep house art institute, from the time you were still in the green bag, you were naughty, and you stole gold ingots from others, and stole porridge, only picking up other people's families, and later, returned the gold ingots, and returned the porridge, but the mother-in-law who made the porridge was scared. Later, I made a mistake with my bones, I made a mistake, I re-entered the world as a demon of sin, and I have no news from you, you are indeed a god, although you were a god, but you did not take the position of a god, and came to the world to possess and pay off your debts, and you became the son of Rongwanfu, but not a hundred thousand honors, but a long time of flogging, and the opportunity to plot against the ugly. Now, exile, it's time to pay off your debts. You saved the Zhao family, and it was a blessing in the end, you looked at the camellia in front of you, and when you prayed for your blessings, how did you be pious with your heart?

But, Muluo, where are you now? If you still have divine power to use, can you help me find my separation? Where is he?

But Zhixi never thought about it, even if Mu Luo had great powers and could hear her heart, how should he feel? He, how did he love her, but he couldn't love her, didn't she understand? She is now, with the heart of the old man, she misses him, but one of the reasons for missing him is that he asked him to find his rival, how can he be embarrassed.

Not bad. Mu Luo was in a certain place at a certain time, and he could hear her heart, and his heart was indeed like a knife, but he still went to find a separation. After all, that's the person he cares about. Leave it at ease.

The hazy chill of the night, flowing through the hearts of everyone sitting in the courtyard and talking at night, became more and more lonely, the lonely sandbar was cold and extremely desolate.

"Why haven't you seen my wife for a long time?" Lu Wanyu took off her outer opening and put it on her shoulders to her former teacher, Master Wu. Although I know that the master and the master have always been: such as a weak son encountering a jackal, such as a lion's roar, love and hatred are constantly entangled, now look at the old master Wu, full of white frost on the sideburns, the evening scene is like sadness, and I estimate that after staying for so long, it is time for people to be so late, Wu Niangzi should come to pull Wu Fuzi's ears, ear to face life, and pull the hour to rest, but I have not seen his figure, so I have this question.

"Late encounter, senior brother," Zhixi never called him senior brother, he had seen him in the capital before, and he only called him an official position, but now he didn't know how to call him more appropriately, he first called his name, and then felt that it was very inappropriate to call him so, so he followed the seniority of the master's side, and added a senior brother: "You, only this one is open, I feel sorry for the master, it's good, don't forget, you also have a camelina and the imperial sister-in-law, they are all weak women, such a cool night, the cold air enters the body, isn't it my sin?" Come, let's all go back to the house and rest. Now the knotted house, and the ancient wood shade of the few places of study, are empty, but the shop is not enough, I take a few more mattresses, put them in the house, I have to grieve everyone overnight. ”

As soon as Zhixi said this, everyone followed the master's convenience, knowing that it was time for the master to rest, so they all went to bed with Zhixi's placement, as for whether he could sleep or not, it was his words. After all, everyone is a person with a heart.

Zhixi set everyone to rest, then came back to the virtual room, to take care of the master, the master sat by the window on a simple, crooked table, that was many years ago, when Meng Mo came, a touch was scattered, the master himself took the wood nailed, a thin elm plank, four thin legs, scattered and nailed, nailed and scattered, long-term swaying, but the master, just reluctant to throw away, always repaired, while saying: "This is still the bone mistake when he was a child, I set him a desk, when he grew up, he hated it and shook it all the time, shook so much that his words were twisted and crooked. ”

Every then, Zhixi would be silently behind her back, looking at the back of this old man who had lost her child, and crying silently. Then the Master would say, "The bone is wrong and knows how to do magic, and when he points his hand, he will not shake it." Now, my son, this table is shaking again, where are you? Don't you come to see me? ”

"You are a demon, everyone beats you and scolds you, but you are a demon, and I raised you as a son," the master sat at the shaky wooden table at this time, and the shallow moonlight outside the window shone on his ravine-ravine face, and he couldn't tell whether it was the moonfrost that dyed his hair, or whether his hair stole the whiteness of the moonlight: "But, you are a demon, you can walk through the sky and the earth, but why, you haven't come back to see me once?" ”

His tears flowed down the two deep lines between his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, all the way down to his nose, and then to his mouth, to his chin, and to the ground. Zhixi took a handkerchief, wiped his tears and nose, washed it, and dried it carefully. He knew that whether to leave or not should have his difficulties. Wasn't his soul taken away by the young master of Hades? My aunt went to chase after her, maybe she didn't catch up, right? Or maybe they caught up? But if he catches up, he should be safe and free, and he should come back. Zhixi suffers from the fact that she has no demon power for a long time, so she can only empty the demon bones and live a mortal life.

They didn't know that at that time, they were still in the chasm of chaos, gouging out their eyes, dismembering their bodies, digging out their empty hearts, tearing out their bones and bones thousands of times, and then reorganizing and tearing apart...... He also misses them, if it weren't for the thoughts and concerns about them in his heart, which are supporting him, those pains would have killed him a long time ago. He is alive, and what survives in this world is only his incomparably tenacious and tenacious mind......

But who isn't? If you have no intention of supporting and have no love, who will be willing to endure the hardships and endless suffering? Sometimes, hope is what it should be and what it should be. Because, if it were not for it, living beings would not be born, but it is also because of it that living beings are struggling to survive...... If it is bitter, it is bitter.

"Dad, go to sleep, I'll make your bed." Zhixi came over to support the master. The Master was not as obedient as he had been before, but just sat there in a daze, motionless, his eyes glazed over.

"Daddy?" Zhi Xi treats the master and son like a biological father. She was born without a father and a mother, and when she came to the world, she still had no father and no mother, this is the only one who she can honor and can be called a father because of her mistakes. How deep her guilt is for her mistakes, how meticulous and unspeakable her care and love for him is.

"Child, he has been gone for so long, I'm afraid he won't be able to come back, maybe, he can't even be reincarnated," the master suddenly came back to life and said to Zhixi: "Don't wait any longer, I've been burdening you for a long time, all these years, my wife and I have not been in good health, it is you who boil soup and medicine every day, serve tea and food, and take care of those children who come to study." You've done enough. I don't live up to my affection for you before I was born. ”

It turns out that from beginning to end, the old master, who is called confused by the world, has always been the most understanding person. He even knew that Zhixi's stay in their house was not necessarily because of how much she loved Gujiao, but because she wanted to repay her debts, and she felt that she owed Gujiao love.

"I'm not leaving." Zhixi said willfully and persistently like a daughter to her father: "Don't even my father want me anymore?" Is there something wrong with Zhixi? Zhixi changes, isn't it okay? She shook his arm, she had never been sexually in her life, only willful this time, and she was still a widow and lonely old man who had no blood relationship.

"You say that I have a teacher for you, but when your grandmother sent you to Gumuyin, you were in the women's house every day, just dozing off, you said that you were used to walking and serving, you fell asleep when you sat down, and when you picked up a book, you were sleepy, and then soon after, you left, and you didn't learn anything, I know, I didn't teach you," the master said: "You said, Gu Cuo was kind to you when he was alive, and now that he is dead, you have to wait for him to come back and take care of us for him, but after more than ten years, if he can come back, come back early, you will wait again. My old bones are gone, can he go back? So, you don't necessarily have to wait for him, and even, if it weren't for me, you'd be afraid that you would have gone there earlier, and you would have tried every means to find him, right? Since the demon is real, then the legendary Biluo, Huangquan, and Jiuyou should all have it. ”

"I don't know if I'm a demon or not, but I know that I don't have the skills you said, I don't leave, I just want to take care of you. You also said that I am leaving, and I will wait for me to look at you, gone. Zhixi cried.