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The vortex of time and space around him gradually calmed down.

Above the boundless sky, he was the only one left to sit alone.

His eyes are still as deep as ever, like a starry sky buried in the depths of the universe, but there are countless complexities that are impossible to have in the reincarnation of countless lives, and those complexities are scattered into points of light of different sizes, there are sadness, resentment, hatred, regret, but wherever he looks, there will be a strong and irrepressible emotion that hits his heart.

Even if you have an emperor-level cultivator as your companion, how can you not be riddled with holes and bruises all over your body?

There were so many points of light that he could see through the world that his eyes became blurred, and suddenly, he panicked, because he suddenly found that none of the points of light that he could see when he looked up were the happiness he wanted to find.

Where did his happiness go?

Have you been buried by the long years without her?

But even if he was buried, there should be a tomb, so why couldn't he even find it?

Emperor Cang, who had shocked hundreds of millions of gods and demons for hundreds of thousands of years, suddenly had godless eyes, like a child who had lost something important, pitiful, dazed, and helpless.

"Too forgetful...... Too forgetful...... Why, why at this time?!"

He's roaring!

He's roaring!

He's venting!

An irrepressible and powerful emperor power suddenly erupted from his body, shattering this piece of heavenly dome, cutting out countless parts, those broken traces were connected to each other, like a tightly structured net, and he, the emperor who had stood on the top of all beings, was sitting in the center of the net, like a prey falling into a trap, no matter how hard he exerted, he could not be free, he could not achieve transcendence.

Yes, can you escape the net of heaven, but can you escape the net of your heart?

He laughed like madness!

He howls like madness!

This once invincible man could no longer control his emotions, like a child who had lost his treasure and was so sad that he curled up in the corner, hiding his face and crying.

Every tear he left behind was left in the cracks of the heavens, but in a matter of moments, a powerful rain had formed and descended on the earth with the roar of the wind.

In the heavy rain like a waterfall bursting like a heavenly river, a woman wearing a floral white dress and a three-foot blue sword at her waist held an oil-paper umbrella, one step at a time, and ascended to the sky from the ground.

The sword is a sharp weapon.

people, but incomparably soft.

Such a beautiful woman should not have been associated with such a murderous weapon.

She shouldn't have been so sincere about him.

But the grievances and hatreds in this world, there are countless cycles of cause and effect, and it is not easy to sort out, how can there be so much time to think about whether to think about whether or not to do, and many times you can only make decisions with your own heart.

Her heart was always on him.

This was true from the first time I saw him.

At that time, he didn't have so much gray hair, he hadn't grown old, and he wasn't a great emperor.

It's just a young man in white with a light sword and a fast horse!

At that time, she was not like now, dressed in fine silk and with sharp weapons.

It seems that she didn't even have a first and last name at that time, just a skinny girl who had lost her parents and was homeless.

When she sees others joking and frolicking, she will envy, she will envy when she sees others eating and drinking, and she is also envious when she sees others expressing happiness and hatred with a three-foot green edge.

Those things were a luxury that she couldn't reach.

But when he came, she had all these things without exception.

At that time, he said that Qingyun Sword Pavilion was capable of producing many people, and his swordsmanship was the best in the world, and he said that he had a master who loved to drink but was also very powerful, but the master had a strange temperament and might not accept her, so he planned to introduce her into the Qingyun Sword Pavilion Spirit Sword Peak.

She quickly refused, simply because she wanted to stay with him all the time.

He was silent for a long time and asked her if she still wanted to learn swords.

She said yes, so she somehow became his apprentice.

At first, she thought it was actually good to be an apprentice, at least she could really follow him from time to time.

But as she grew up, she regretted it more and more.

Because he really only thought of her as an apprentice, and never thought about anything else.

And because of this identity, she gradually had a lot of scruples, and she never dared to speak.

When she finally mustered up the courage, she found that there were other women around him, and then those women left one after another, and she thought that the opportunity had finally come, but she never thought that his loneliness and arrogance had expanded to the point that even she could resist thousands of miles away.

She really wanted to get into his heart, but he really didn't give her a chance!

Was it all destined from the moment he named her?

Qin Wuyi.

Gratuitous reminiscences.

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Holding an umbrella in one hand and a sword in the other, she finally passed through the heavy rain curtain and came to his side.

He sensed her presence, and his sobs had subsided significantly.

But he was still silent, as silent as before.

He didn't speak, and she didn't speak, just quietly holding an umbrella and standing beside him.

Master and apprentice.

Silence.

I don't know how long it took for him to finally break his silence.

"Why did you come along?"

"Why don't you come?"

One question to one question.

"What's the use of you coming?"

"But now no one will come but me, and no one can come. ”

"There was a man just now. ”

"Who?"

"A Taoist friend who came from the past, he wants to change my fate, and he also wants to change the fate of Fuxi Nuwa and him. ”

Qin Wuyi's calm expression changed for the first time, she suddenly threw away her umbrella, leaned down, and her slender jade hand reached out, but what she touched was a face full of vicissitudes of life and full of tears.

"Can he really change?"

Di Cang didn't push her hand away, but said, "Maybe." ”

Qin Wuyi frowned and asked, "Perhaps, what can one represent?"

"Perhaps, it can represent your and my past. "Emperor Cangdao.

Qin Wuyi said eagerly: "Is it very likely that I will not become your apprentice in the past?"

"Perhaps, or okay, the two have nothing to do with each other. ”

Qin Wuyi looked at him and suddenly laughed loudly, but his expression was like laughing and crying: "Hahahaha, the two have nothing to do with each other, Master, if I can have this realization from the beginning, do you think I can still talk to you here now, will I still be here?!"

"I ......"

Emperor Cang wanted to speak and stopped, but Qin Wuyi continued: "You actually understood it a long time ago, right, but you didn't dare to admit it, you didn't want to accept it, you never thought of me as your apprentice, and never thought of other possibilities, right?!"

Di Cang was speechless and turned his head away, because he had no way to respond to her question.

Qin Wuyi still didn't give up, and said: "I'm the only one left, you don't want to look at me head-on, do you want to make it clear to me head-on?"

After hesitating for a while, Emperor Cang let out a long sigh, turned his head to look at her, and said, "In addition to asking that fellow Daoist to bring the secret of the Fuxi Nuwa bloodline curse to my past body, I also asked him to bring a word. ”

"What?"

"When it is broken, it is broken. ”

"Oh, I hope so. ”

Qin Wuyi seemed to be smiling, not smiling, he didn't know what to think, he just slowly took Di Cang's hand, feeling the last temperature of this man.

Gradually, she fell to peace and fell into a deep sleep.

As in the past, when he was young, leaning into his arms.

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