During the Qingming season, the rain fell one after another, and there were countless wet cooking smokes. book network . v o d t . c o m

The Valhalla on Donglai Mountain, as always, is as vast as it is on this day, like a steaming cloud.

In front of the countless spiritual tablets in the hall, each of them is more or less inserted with a few sticks of incense, the fragrance is curling, and the gathering is so large that it is 30 zhang long and wide, and the Valhalla Hall of 90 zhang high can not be accommodated.

On the top floor of Valhalla, Mo Ruzhi looked at the smoke that covered the vast mountains and rivers, and his brows were deeply locked.

Ye Qingzhou was behind him, wearing a white coat and holding three sticks of incense, and was respectfully worshipping a spiritual tablet.

The room was silent for a while, only the slight sound of the fragrant breeze blowing the placket of the two people's clothes drifted in the spring rain.

After a while, Ye Qingzhou's worship ended, brushed the incense ash blown off his body, and his eyes stayed on the spiritual tablet engraved with "The Spirit Seat of the Thousand Mountain Dao People of the Main Stone of the Valley of the Valley" for a while, and walked to Mo Ruzhi's side, looking side by side.

The smoke condensed by the human race in the entire Yimengjiang City is not so easy to see, so what the two of them are looking at is not the scenery, but the thoughts.

Mo Ruzhi didn't know when to speak, and sighed without a sigh like a dying old man: "It's been six years." ”

Ye Qingzhou nodded when he heard this, but did not speak.

"I have been cultivating for more than 570 years, and I often retreat for ten years, and six years is just a flick of my fingers, but these six years are longer than my five hundred and seventy years. They seem to be reminding me all the time - the great revenge has not been avenged!

Ye Qingzhou was silent for a long time, and said, "As such, I heard that you passed on the position of head to your closed disciple a few days ago?"

Mo Ruzhi seemed to have not heard of it, and said to himself with grief and indignation: "This is the disaster of the human race! The suffering of all living beings! The disaster of a dream of Jiangcheng! How can I be at peace in the wilderness where the blood of many robes and blood is exchanged?!"

The cold wind was sad when he heard the sound, and he rolled up the spring cold, pulling the hair of the two of them.

When Ye Qingzhou heard this, he looked at this old friend who had been born and died with him and had survived countless disasters, and sighed softly in his heart. Many of those who survived the catastrophe committed suicide, went mad, or died of illness because they could not bear the grief of the loss of their loved ones. The old friend has been cultivating for many years, and his Dao heart is naturally much stronger than that of mortals, and this sorrow did not defeat him, but it became his inner demon, causing him to suffer and suffer day and night.

However, the Heart Demon Tribulation could only be overcome by his own strength, and Ye Qingzhou knew that it was useless to say more at this time.

After a long time, Mo Ruzhi seemed to calm down, and Ye Qingzhou comforted: "Although Yimengjiang City is small, there are a lot of scenes, and you may have something to gain from traveling." ”

Mo Ruzhi shook his head and sighed: "The eyes are full of devastation, and the wanderers are sad. ”

Ye Qingzhou said again: "The 100,000 mountains in southern Xinjiang have not been destroyed, and there are many human races living there, it is said that the Holy Lord has been there to recuperate his injuries back then, I have always longed for it, why don't you help me explore the way this time?"

When Mo Ruzhi heard this, he turned his head, looked directly into Ye Qingzhou's eyes and said:

"I heard that you sent twenty disciples to escort a hundred mortals into the southern frontier to teach the demon clan beast farming methods?"

Ye Qingzhou smiled bitterly, but did not avoid the latter's direct gaze: "I just know that you have to ask this." ”

Mo Ruzhi looked at him in disbelief, and said angrily: "Ye Qingzhou, you are confused!"

Ye Qingzhou suddenly heard the sound. Since the battle of breaking the demons, no one dares to call him by his name, mortals call him Ye Xianren, his colleagues call him Ye Zunshang, and the demons call him Ye Xianshi, even if the closest old friend is Mo Ruzhi, he just calls him "Qingzhou", at this time, he is called by his name, which shows the anger in his heart.

Ye Qingzhou smiled faintly, didn't mind the gaffe of his old friend, and said in a calm tone: "As such, I haven't had a better time than you in the past six years." In the first two years, I thought about revenge day and night, and I almost went mad, but what was the use? The human race was able to preserve the bloodline, but it was only because the Holy Lord had shocked the demon clan back then, and if the demon clan knew that the Holy Lord was no longer there, I am afraid that there would be a bloody battle to be fought.

"It's not easy to survive, so what's the revenge?"

After pacing a few steps slightly, Ye Qingzhou's eyes showed a little helplessness:

"Two years ago, the Great Elder of the Demon Clan changed my mind. He was originally a human race, and in order to prevent the birth of the Blood Devouring Demon Clan, he did not hesitate to incarnate as a demon, and stayed in the sea for eight hundred years, until the Holy Lord stabbed the sky with a knife and released the Blood Devouring Demon Clan, he understood that simple suppression and release were inappropriate. If he had sought a rationale between the two in these eight hundred years, perhaps the situation would have been different.

"Six years ago, the Demon King was defeated and abdicated, do you know what he did?

"Farming. Ye Qingzhou asked and replied to himself, his eyes flashing with a strange light, "He has been farming on the Tianshan Mountain for six years, rain or shine, and has never participated in anything of the demon clan, but has a good relationship with the villagers under the mountain and mingles." ”

Mo Ru was noncommittal, and just said, "What's the use of you saying this?"

Ye Qingzhou sighed: "As such, don't you understand?

"With the power of the human race and the demon race, you can't defeat the demon clan at all, and it is very difficult for the demon clan to kill us all, but in fact, we don't have irreconcilable contradictions, if the demon clan and the human race can generally cultivate well, and the blood-devouring demon clan no longer eats people, the three clans can coexist peacefully. ”

Mo Ruzhi sneered when he heard this: "But the Blood Devouring Demon Clan still needs us to provide human blood. ”

"But it's no longer cannibalism. Ye Qingzhou retorted, "In the past, once the Blood Devouring Demon Clan sucked human blood, they had to suck it dry, but now they have gradually learned to control it, and after some death row prisoners were sent, some people saved their lives. ”

Mo Ruzhi was silent when he heard this.

"Our Lady once said, the Holy Lord once said, 'Tigers eat antelopes, antelopes eat grass, people eat everything, why can't the blood-devouring demon clan eat people?' Six years ago, the fault was not all in the demon clan, there is a cause and effect, how can you get this result without this cause?

"In that case, what we are doing now is to get rid of the cause so that there will be no more 'this effect' in the future. ”

Mo Ruzhi sighed, he knew that what his old friend said was right, revenge would never end, and he had no qualifications to blame his old friend at all, because it took more courage to let go than not to let go.

Mo Ruzhi tugged at the placket on his chest: "Qingzhou, you're right, it's just that this fruit is too bitter...... It's so hard to swallow!"

Ye Qingzhou's expression also showed a trace of sadness, in the catastrophe six years ago, his beloved disciples died in the loess in order to save a few mortals, the Taoist monks in order to cover the bones of many disciples, and even the master also bought time for them by blowing up the dantian!

Every breath of air they breathe at this moment is something that these people have earned with their lives! How can they forget it?

Ye Qingzhou stretched out his hand outside the hall, and then the coolness of the sky fell, and said with a light smile: "Then let this fruit sink into our hearts forever." ”