After Being Preached by my Senior Martial Brother

He stared at Feng Xuan fiercely, as if he was still preparing to get up and snatch the fragments of the Soul Lamp that he had taken away.

But the next second, Qi Zhuoyu stood between them, blocking Jing Du’s line of sight coldly.

Feng Xuan was stunned, and saw the big devil step forward with his sword, seeming to want to give Jing Du a few more sword strikes, and send him on the road early.

He quickly touched the head of the Nightmare Beast, and the Nightmare Beast seemed to have received the command of the little master, and immediately used its own black mist to gently wrap around Qi Zhuoyu’s ankle.

Then, Qi Zhuoyu closed his eyes and fell into the soft black mist, looking like he was asleep.

Feng Xuan was actually just trying to see if he could stun Qi Zhuoyu, but he never expected that he actually did it.

This can also better explain that the body of the big devil has really broken down to the limit, otherwise, how could he be successfully attacked by this level of small magic in normal times?!

Feng Xuan ran over, helped Qi Zhuoyu onto the back of the Nightmare Beast, and said to the Nightmare Beast, “Let him sleep a little longer.”

After speaking, he hesitated for a while, as if he remembered something, he instructed the Nightmare Beast, “Don’t let him have nightmares, you weave a dream for him.”

The Nightmare Beast seemed to not understand, and looked at the little master with his head tilted.

Feng Xuan pondered, and continued, “You just weave a dream for him where he steps on the cultivation world, punches the demon realm, unifies the three realms and becomes the strongest man in the world.”

Anyway, if the big devil can have a dream.

This kind of scroll king careerist criticism dream is probably about dominating the three realms.

Just after speaking, Jing Du’s cold laughter came from not far away, “Why save me, why not simply let him kill me?”

Feng Xuan looked at him, then showed a speechless expression, “Don’t be self-conscious, who wants to save you.”

Don’t think that if you look very weak, you will really think that you are good when you are dying.

Just like, usually the big devil kills people is the kind of merit minus one, merit minus one.

If just now, he really drew his sword and killed Jing Du, an immortal who was listed in the immortal class and was on the list, then it would be a merit minus tens of millions of millions.

Without Qi Zhuoyu dying of exhaustion, killing an immortal was a capital crime, and the nine calamities of the end of the world could directly kill him in the sky.

Jing Du, the old cunning man, still wants to take a wave before he dies and die with the big devil.

Wishful thinking.

He doesn’t want to be a little widower in advance.

After Jing Du’s conspiracy and tricks failed, he returned to the original starting point.

Staring at Feng Xuan fiercely, “Give it back to me.”

Feng Xuan looked at the fragments of the Soul Lamp in his hand, and quickly put it together.

He was such a rebellious bird, a salted fish with a lot of bones. When others let him work, he doesn’t do it, and when not letting him work, he would get up and make trouble.

But after the Soul Lamp was restored, he saw the picture in the lamp holder.

It made Feng Xuan stunned for a while.

The Soul Lamp belonged to the life lamp of the Phoenix clan, and only the Red Lotus Karma Fire could ignite the lamp wick.

In other words, even if someone else got the Soul Lamp, it was useless, unable to ignite the soul lamp, and unable to nourish the soul.

But at this moment, a blue flame was quietly jumping on the wick of the Soul Lamp.

Providing a weak force for the soul of the little carp, allowing him to survive.

There was another way to ignite the Soul Lamp, that was, to use one’s own primordial spirit to ignite it.

But doing so was undoubtedly burning one’s own primordial spirit, not only suffering from the pain of burning day and night, but also consuming one’s own life.

So even if someone knew this method.

But they wouldn’t be stupid enough to use their own primordial spirit to extend the life of others’ souls, let alone a broken soul that didn’t know if it could wake up.

But Jing Du’s primordial spirit had been burning for a full hundred years.

Now, it was the time when the oil was exhausted and the lamp was dry.

Seeing this, Feng Xuan felt that he was a bit incomprehensible about Jing Du.

He originally thought that Jing Du was a thorough scumbag, but now he was willing to exchange his life for the life of the little carp.

The scum is not thorough, and the love is weak.

Feng Xuan didn’t understand the love in the world, why it was so complicated.

Since I knew I loved him early, why couldn’t I treat him well earlier?

This late affection will not be worth anyone’s sympathy and pity, it will only make people sigh and incomprehensible.

The Red Lotus Karma Fire replaced Jing Du’s primordial spirit and ignited the real lamp wick.

The Soul Lamp shone brightly, but the ecstatic light in Jing Du’s eyes shattered.

The soul of the little carp did not recover.

“I’ve told you, his soul is shattered like this, the Soul Lamp can’t save him,” Feng Xuan explained.

Besides, if everyone who died could be restored by the Soul Lamp, why would there be so many infatuated men and women in the world?

Jing Du seemed unwilling to believe it, and tears rolled out of his eyes and fell on the sandy soil.

“It’s impossible, it’s impossible. Ah Li won’t die, he said he won’t leave me.”

Feng Xuan thought to himself, what is this?

He also promised the big devil that he would not skip class, but he still runs away every day.

But looking at Jing Du’s madness, laughing and crying.

He suddenly couldn’t say anything.

In a daze, Jing Du seemed to see the scene of his first meeting with Ah Li.

He was badly injured, eating the unpalatable food made by Ah Li, and asked him, “What’s your name?”

“Little Carp.”

“Little Carp? Don’t you have a name?”

“No, everyone calls me Little Carp.” Little Carp lay on the head of the bed, his hair adorned with shells or water grass he had picked up, cheap and well-behaved. “Although I am nameless and surnameless, our carp clan are all very lucky.”

The eyes of the little carp smiled and curved. “You see, I was very lucky to find you.”

Jing Du laughed even more madly, and his tears turned into blood tears.

He heard him say again, “I heard that the place where the gods live is very high, and you can directly see the sunset. When I cultivate into a dragon in the future, I also want to fly to the sky to watch the sunset.”

He heard him being locked in the Changsheng Hall, saying a little sadly, “You always lock me here, I want to go out for a walk, the Changsheng Hall can only see a small square of sky.”

He heard him say on the day before the big wedding, looking at him sadly, “In our demon clan, if you like someone, you can only marry this one. You marry the Immortal Qing Ling, I can’t like you anymore.”

He heard him cry all his tears, and the last sentence he said to him, his voice choked:

“I want to go back to the pond to bask in the sun.”

“…I want to go home.”

Feng Xuan offered the Soul Lamp, and in the lamp holder, in addition to the shattered soul of the little carp, there was also the primordial spirit of Buting Huyu.

When Ah Li jumped down the Biluo River that year, he should have been shattered into ashes, but with the desperate protection of Buting Huyu’s primordial spirit, he left such a little bit of shattered soul.

Now the Soul Lamp was rekindled, and Buting Huyu’s love calamity was exhausted.

At the moment when Feng Xuan offered the Soul Lamp, in the lamp holder, Buting Huyu’s divine form woke up, and instantly the purple qi rushed into the sky, turning into a huge black dragon with a strong body and the ability to call the wind and rain.

The dark dragon carried the shattered soul of the little carp, rose into the sky, and went straight to the Ninth Heaven.

Breaking through the layers of replenished black clouds, tearing apart the dim sky, standing above the clouds, the golden pupils looked down on the South Sea ruins.

Above the clouds was a large piece of gorgeous golden sunset, and the clouds all over the sky turned into rosy clouds, passing over the huge dragon body.

Buting Huyu’s speed of controlling the air gradually slowed down, and in a daze, he seemed to hear a clean voice from the dragon’s back.

“Little Black Snake, I didn’t expect you to be a dragon.”

Ah Li opened his hands, and the beautiful pupils reflected this gorgeous sunset.

He exclaimed, “It’s so beautiful.”

He shouted loudly, “So this is the scenery you can see after becoming a dragon!”

“Fly higher.”

“Fly higher——”

Rising up, riding the wind.

Buting Huyu exhausted all his cultivation, only hoping that this moment could last longer, and stay longer.

Through the sunset, through the desert, through the ruins, he promised to take him home.

It’s a pity that a hundred years have passed like a shuttle, the scenery remained the same, but the people were different, and the small pond had long been lost.

Then the young boy’s shout abruptly stopped.

It became very light, very quiet, the little carp smiled and said, “Thank you, Buting Huyu.”

He felt a lightness on his back, as if two earrings had fallen off.

The few fragments of Ah Li’s soul finally completely dissipated between heaven and earth.

Even if the Wushan is not a cloud [1], the sea will change [2]. (TL: [1]-It means that once you have experienced the vast and boundless sea, you feel that the water elsewhere pales in comparison. [2]-used to describe the great changes in the world.)

But the sky is big and the earth is big.

The whole world is his home.

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In the clouds, the mournful dragon roar echoed, followed by the sky above the South Sea Ruins, finally appeared the rain clouds that had not been seen for a hundred years.

The thunder accompanied the mournful dragon roar, the sky was like being torn a huge mouth, and one could even vaguely see the Biluo River in the upper realm.

Feng Xuan remembered that unreliable rumor in the Three Realms.

It was said that under the Biluo River was the vast world, the little demons think that jumping down the Biluo River was the way home.

Unexpectedly, this rumor came true today, a huge crack was torn in the sky above the South Sea, the Biluo River was surging, and it poured into the world.

Accompanied by the heavy rain, it converged into a stormy sea, a water-sky color of the South Sea.

It seemed that it was not groundless, and the gossip was not deceiving him.

Of course, he does not recognize the gossip that the crown princess is very arrogant.

After Buting Huyu returned to his god’s throne, the South Sea Ruins turned from a desert into a vast sea because of his divine power.

The once dry rivers and ponds were now full of juice and present a lush and vigorous vitality.

Feng Xuan glanced at Jing Du who was still breathing, and decided to persuade him to do some good deeds.

To save his precarious image of a superior god.

“Aren’t you leaving? If you don’t leave, the water of the Biluo River will flood here, and you will be drowned.”

But looking at his lifeless look, it’s no different from being dead.

Jing Du didn’t speak, just sat quietly on the rubble of this oasis.

Feng Xuan remembered that a hundred years ago, the little carp seemed to have picked him up here.

Without the little carp.

He should have died here a hundred years ago.

Alright.

Feng Xuan had persuaded him, but if he didn’t leave, he couldn’t help it.

When leaving the oasis, Jing Du closed his eyes, as if he was still living in the wooden house by the blue lake.

The little carp couldn’t read, he once held his hand and taught him to read word by word.

Reading that famous poem in the world:

[Years of life and death are long, and the soul has never come into the dream.]

[The upper reaches of the Biluo River and the Yellow Springs are all invisible.]

In the next second.

The water of the Biluo River instantly flooded the dry blue lake.

Now, he couldn’t even feel the pain in his empty chest. So he could only raise his face, look at the eternal darkness in the sky in the howling wind, and think to himself–

Yes, so seven years later, he deserved to kneel here.