At the moment of falling apart, countless memories of the past that had been lost in the sea suddenly poured into Rong Yi's heart, one by one, as clear as yesterday.

All of them stem from a wrong relationship, and a bad decision.

False charm is like a poppy blooming in the dark, growing on the grass that breeds sin, seductive and sharp, so that he falls and cannot be redeemed.

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Their first meeting was on a small hill littered with corpses.

At that time, he was not a high-ranking emperor, and she was not a powerful demon, it was a quiet and ordinary evening, the western sky was full of blood red, so ordinary that if it wasn't for his encounter with her, he wouldn't even remember what special things happened that day.

During that time, he went west to look for the relics of the Xi Clan, and was attacked by demonic beasts in the desert. After an encounter, he killed all the monsters, and while sorting out the results, he found her.

She was no more than five or six years old, and she was thin and small, with yellow hair, legs as thin as wooden poles, tattered clothes, and only a pair of eyes on her dirty face.

Holding a sword, she stood on the wilderness strewn with corpses, looking at him with a cold and calm look in her eyes.

She was definitely not a cute girl, and she had no capital to be lovable, but when his eyes met hers, he suddenly felt a wave of fear, as if this girl's eyes were hiding a universe, and he would eventually drown in this universe.

He subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave, but he felt that he should walk over, and her eyes made him tremble and make him feel scared.

The girl also saw him.

She had no fear, and even took the initiative to run to him, kneel in front of him, and ask him to take her away.

She said, please take me away, I can do anything, as long as you don't leave me alone.

He didn't accept it, her qualifications were terrible, and he never liked to waste the world on hopeless things.

He simply told her that your qualifications are too poor, and I don't want to waste time on you.

The girl did not retreat, she offered the sword in her arms, she said, this is the only valuable thing in my family, if you are willing to take me, I will give it to you.

He didn't feel moved at all, just a casual glance, he also knew that this sword was indifferent, and anyone in the Spirit Clan could do better than it after finding a piece of scrap iron and exercising.

But he didn't debunk it, maybe he couldn't bear it, maybe he fell into evil.

He turned and walked away.

The girl also quickly followed.

She had been following closely behind her, at first, he didn't care about her at all, he flew in the air, and soon threw her away without a trace, but at night, when he thought of this girl who had no talent for cultivating immortals, and thought of her qualifications that were inferior to anyone he had ever seen, he couldn't help but worry.

The wilderness is full of monsters, and she really ...... Still alive?

The first time, while meditating, he lost his mind.

When it was dawn, he walked out of the cave and found that she still hadn't followed.

So for the first time, he had a feeling of worry.

Just as he hesitated to turn back to look for her, a skinny figure stepped out from the depths of the gravel.

The already dry body became even more shriveled, the blood on the calves and stomach had not yet dried, and he walked with a limp, but his eyes became brighter and brighter, and she looked at him, making him overwhelmed.

She said, I'm lame, maybe crippled, you won't dislike me, right?

He wanted to sue her, how could I dislike you, I didn't care about you at all, and I didn't worry about you at all last night.

But in the end, he just threw out a bottle of ointment, and he said, apply it to the wound, girls, it's not good to be lame and crippled.

In the next few days, although he still ignored her, he began to subconsciously pay attention to her when he walked.

Whenever he couldn't see her figure, he would deliberately find a reason to stop, or trim his outfits, or find the smell of elixir nearby, and he deliberately waited for her, so that she slept not far from him every night.

More than once, when the sun was setting, he said to himself, "If she still refuses to go with me tomorrow morning, I will forcibly drive her away." But when the sun rose the next day, the vow would always be broken by the girl's eyes.

At the beginning, he didn't think about keeping her at all, her qualifications were too poor, so bad that if such qualifications were among the descendants of the Spirit Race, she would not have the qualifications to live at all.

Her body was a piece of scrap iron, and no matter how many genius treasures she invested, it was impossible for her to step into the first level of immortal cultivation.

But the girl finally convinced him, and she followed him for seven whole days, without eating or drinking, and chased after him.

He compromised.

He's fed up with this insistence that doesn't say anything but follows.

Especially the eyes that followed silently, every time he thought about it, he couldn't bear it.

He asked the girl to give him the sword in her bosom as collateral in exchange for taking her in.

He said the sword was what he was looking for.

In fact, they all knew that this sword was insignificant, and any piece of iron could be made better than it after being tempered, but he wanted this sword by mistake, and he wanted to give himself a reason, an excuse to find for himself to sink into his fate.

He left her behind and gave her a name, Ice Jade.

He didn't take her as an apprentice.

It's one thing to be compassionate, but it's another to be an apprentice. The Spirit Race was born with a longevity several times that of ordinary human beings, and even if a moment of sympathy left a small pet commensurate with her father and daughter, it would only be a waste of a hundred years. But if he takes her as an apprentice, he can't afford it, and he can't lose this face.

At that time, he did not expect that this seemingly shrewd decision would eventually become his deepest and most painful nightmare.

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Bingyu is a very smart and sensible girl, she knows that she has no talent for cultivating immortals, and she never pesters Yang Yi to teach her the method of cultivation. She quietly did all the trivial things for Yang Yi, making the bed, doing the laundry, cooking, and sorting out the medicinal herbs......

For a long time, she was as inconspicuous as air, and Yang Yi also fulfilled her father's obligations as much as possible.

Although he doesn't eat whole grains, he never refuses the food she serves; every once in a while, he goes to the places where the human race lives to buy firewood, rice, oil, and salt; he plants flowers and plants that have no value except for the beauty of the Lingtian medicine garden; after meditating every day, he will set aside time to teach her to read and write, but he only has Daozang and Danshu in his hands, so Bingyu can already write "The Way of Heaven" silently before he learns to write "one, two, three, four".

They live an ordinary life, like an ordinary father and daughter.

Gradually, feelings began to sprout, although Bingyu still did not have the qualifications to cultivate immortals, Yang Yi tried to refine some pills that could also be used by mortals to help her pick on her body and improve her physique. After draining the sewage again and again, washing the marrow and cutting the bones, by the time Bingyu was twelve years old, she had already become a slim little beauty.

Watching the thin reed pole gradually become more and more slender and moving, Yang Yi's heart was full of pride that my family had a girl who had just grown up.

He forgot that she knew better than he did that their father-daughter relationship was in name only, that she would eventually grow up, and that he would always be the same as he was on the day they first met.

He didn't see the change in the depths of her eyes.

The way she looked at him had long since changed from admiration to admiration.

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After realizing that she would one day grow old and ugly, and her father would always be young, Bingyu became more and more silent.

She knew that she didn't have the talent to cultivate immortals, but when she first fell in love and found that she had a deep love for this person, this feeling turned into anger and caged her heart.

Whenever Yang Yi was in retreat, she would secretly look through his study, whether it was a novel obtained from the mundane world to pass the boredom, or an obscure Taoist treasure that she could not even understand the words, she was hungry for knowledge, and it seemed that as long as she could memorize all the truths, she might also be able to cultivate the Tao.

Yang Yi didn't know about her efforts, and he never even realized that he was also moved by this little girl who brought back casually.

At that time, he was at a critical moment of breakthrough and needed to be in retreat for at least twenty years.

He was worried that Bingyu would already be a mother and even full of children and grandchildren when he left the customs, so before entering the customs, he deliberately refined a large number of pills, such as Zhuyan Pill, Descaling Pill, and Changchun Pill...... It was all the elixirs he could think of to help mortals live forever, along with some elixirs that he couldn't use anymore, filled a small space with her blood as a means of unsealing, and wore them on her hands as a dowry for a father who might not be able to give his daughter a marriage.

He even thought about it, after he got out of the customs, if there were seedlings in her bloodline that could cultivate, he would take the child away and bless her children and grandchildren for five hundred years.

A bad fate turned out to be like this, and he also felt that he might really be a demonic obstacle.

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However, the real obstacle happened on the day of exit.

By the time he had broken through and walked out of the retreat, it was already fifty years later. He was ready to go to the little hut where they lived to find her traces, but what was presented to him was-

The small thatched hut by the small lake is not dilapidated, the Lingtian medicine garden is not a trace of barrenness, the grass is green, the butterflies are dancing and the warblers are flying, the medicinal fragrance is fragrant, and there are even two more spiritual springs next to the fence, bubbling and watering.

Seeing this prosperous scene, the first thought in his heart was anger!

Someone actually broke his seal and occupied his hermitage!

In a fit of rage, he burst into the hut to destroy the monk who had tarnished his memory!

Who would have thought that he would be greeted in the little hut but-

Ice Jade.

At least, the face is ice jade.

She looked at him with joy, her eyes flashing with excitement about being reunited after a long absence.

Father, she cried out in a low voice, and threw herself into his arms, her voice trembling with excitement.

He didn't accept her, he didn't believe that this person was Bingyu.

His ice jade has no cultivation talent, even if he eats a large amount of anti-aging pills, he can only look immortal, but his body has already gone through vicissitudes.

The breath and appearance of the people in front of you are all the youth that can only be possessed when you really step into the foundation.

But I am indeed Bingyu, she said, in the days when you get out, I read all the books I can find, try all the methods I can find, and finally carve out a path that allows people who do not have the talent for cultivating the truth to cultivate the Tao. Although it was very hard and difficult, as long as I thought that after enduring these hardships I could fly with my father and live the same eternal life, I felt that all the suffering was worth it.

Yang Yi, I have always liked you, not a daughter's love for her father, but a woman's love for a man.

She said this, her voice was very gentle, but she taught him five thunderbolts.