Ink has become a book

Use the gentlest way to uncover our stumbling past. —— Song Wuxin

"I'm Song Wuxin."

The man's slow and affectionate voice still echoed in his ears, but Mo Wushang's heart was blank.

After walking past Sansheng Stone and seeing Huangquan Road, Mo Wushang felt at a loss. Did she only like that man's damaged soul from the beginning to the end?

"Wushang." Song Wuxin stood behind her with his hands behind his back, Mo Wushang didn't dare to turn around, and closed his eyes in response.

"You forgot." Song Wuxin's words were slightly disappointed.

You forgot, forgot our past, the past that I am still obsessed with, struggling to pursue, obviously... close at hand, why... separated by the end of the world?

forgot what?The memories in Mo Wushang's mind are orderly, she is a god, and she keeps all the past in her heart.

Song Wuxin's eyes softened, and she gently held her hand. Since Ruan Moshu made you forget, I will use the most gentle way to reveal our -- the painful past.

Memories.

"One life is two, two is three, three is all things..." Song Wuxin read it over and over again, shaking her little head with the book, and when she was tired, she looked up at the old man sitting on the tree: "Master, why should I ask?" Recite this?" She looked enviously at Mo Wushang, Ruan Moshu, and Mo Yicheng who were playing.

"Girl." The old man jumped off the tree with a smile, and his face slowly became serious again: "In the future, you will become a god."

Just because of the best aptitude, Song Wuxin had no choice but to become a representative of hard work and the hope of an old man who had never been able to become a god in his life.

"Can I not become a god?" Song Wuxin looked at Mo Wushang who fell down and was crying, a trace of unnoticed tenderness flashed in his eyes.With the righteousness of the next generation, I hope and pray that I will live forever and never be separated from her.

God, have you heard my wish?

"No, what's wrong with you, how can you not become a god?!" The old man angrily picked up the ruler and hit her palm, the cold ruler fell down with a whirring sound, the palm of the hand was burning, Song Wuxin secretly clenched the other hand .

The result of the resistance was that Mo Wushang was punished on her behalf, and Song Wuxin's eyes flashed with distress. How could she be willing to look at that steamed stuffed bun with tears streaming down her cheeks? She just needs to bear all the pain and suffering.

The old man had four apprentices in his life, but the second disciple Song Wuxin was the one who he calculated that he would become a god. However, if he wanted to go further, he had to go through the tribulation of love. Although the first disciple Ruan Moshu and the third disciple Mo Yicheng could become gods, they had to After going through many tribulations, the fourth disciple, Mo Wushang, can only stop at being a demigod. The old man has never felt sorry for Mo Wushang. He has pursued the Dao all his life but failed to become a god. His only wish is to have an apprentice who becomes a god. , and Mo Wushang is the apprentice he regrets the most. In his eyes, he can only urge Song Wuxin to be a waste.

When the old man was dying, Song Wuxin, who should have become a god, was not even a demigod, and Mo Wushang was already a demigod. Said softly:

"Old man, don't worry, when you are alive, I will never let you watch me become a god." Letting you die with the greatest regret is the final revenge.

The old man opened his eyes wide, and finally understood that Mo Wushang respected him the most among the four apprentices he took in in his life. As the prophet he brought out through hard work——Song Wuxin said, he will never die. He couldn't even see Song Wuxin becoming a god, falling into hell with the greatest unwillingness, and suffering from the torture of fire. This was his last retribution.

"I curse you, never... can't get... her." The old man died, but left behind the most profound curse.

The corner of Song Wuxin's mouth twitched into a hint of sarcasm.

Song Wuxin without Mo Wushang really has no heart.

After all, the old man is their master. After Mo Wushang succeeded to the throne, he used methods to make the old man suffer less, but Song Wuxin secretly increased the torture of the old man, because she predicted her future,

There is no Mo Wushang.

Song Wuxin hated herself for more than a moment, why did the old man leave a curse, she secretly collected things that made Mo Wushang a god, and then went to hell to kill the old man.

The old man was relieved at the last moment. He raised his face, and his appearance gradually became younger:

"I regret it very much, thank you too." The curse was lifted at that moment, and Song Wuxin suddenly felt relieved, but when Mo Wushang stood behind her and watched this scene in disbelief, she understood that she might, never have the means to hug again the person in front of you.

Mo Wushang began to be silent, often in a daze, and his cultivation quickly regressed. This was Song Wuxin's love calamity, but it was also Mo Wushang's love calamity.

Ruan Moshu stood up and sent Song Wuxin away, sealed all the painful past of Mo Wushang, and secretly allowed Song Wuxin to stay behind, but at that time the two of them didn't know why Ruan Moshu's cultivation had regressed. Song Wuxin concluded that Ruan Moshu Encountered a strong enemy, tampered with everyone's memory, and finally, returned to the starting point.

I personally uncovered our painful past.

"Listen to me." Song Wuxin's tone suddenly became calm.

Mo Wushang quietly stood aside and nodded.

"I like you." From the beginning, I like you.This is the only thing I have missed every day for thousands of years, but now I want to say to you.

"I..." Mo Wushang was a little stunned.

"Don't worry." Song Wuxin closed her eyes, I can afford to wait for ten thousand years, so I can naturally wait for you for another ten thousand years.

"No, I mean, I like you."

When I was very young, I was full of love for the outstanding you.

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