I'm sure to get the luck of my fairy wife

Wandering in wind and rain.

Peach blossoms falling in the rain.

Never night romance.

Until, I meet the moon-white fairy again.

The trajectory of destiny is connected again.

The moment he sank into the embrace of the moon, Xiao Wuyou finally remembered every life he had forgotten.

"don't want!"

Xiao Wuyou calmed down and then hesitantly but nostalgically confirmed: "Little...Master?"

"!"

Bei Ming Long Yue's delicate body trembled, and she pulled away, instinctively wanting to escape as quickly as possible.

But this time it was Xiao Wuyou who took the initiative, dropped the sword and hugged her body tightly.

"Little Master, why did you leave?!"

"Why didn't you come to see me all these years?!"

"Why? Now that we've finally met, why are you leaving?!"

Luck, destiny, explanation or denial, listening to Xiao Wuyou's familiar voice, Bei Ming Long Yue felt like there was something stuck in his throat and couldn't utter a word.

"You can't even see me?!"

After hearing this, Bei Ming Long Yue was stunned and said in a lost voice: "No, I..."

It was this moment of surprise that gave Xiao Wuyou the opportunity to push the little fairy in front of him to the ground and hold her down.

"Young Master, I miss you so much." Xiao Wuyou's voice was disturbed by the breeze. It was unclear whether he was crying or laughing, but it was full of affection.

The morning breeze was gentle, the mist had not yet dissipated, and the sunlight from the rising sun was so warm, but Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes could not help but feel sore.

Crystal clear water falls drop by drop from the amber.

Bei Ming Long Yue threw all luck and destiny behind her. She finally stopped struggling and hugged back tightly as if she wanted to embrace the whole world.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Bei Ming Long Yue's words were swallowed up by sobs.

Xiao Wuyou didn't say anything, but just hugged her tighter.

Whether it's an apology or a question, it doesn't matter anymore.

The two were able to reunite and they still had each other, and that was enough.

Chapter 54: Stealing the Secret

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Everything that happened a thousand years ago was still vivid in his mind. Looking at the young master crying, a wave of guilt surged in his heart.

Even if the other party had never confided in him about the past ten thousand years, Xiao Wuyou could imagine how lonely that person was.

Fortunately, I finally remembered everything a thousand years ago and reached out to her.

Thinking of this, Xiao Wuyou felt a little relieved, but he had more questions.

Since I had reunited with my junior master a thousand years ago, why did both I and my junior master lose their memories at the same time in this life?

In the last thousand years, has there still been no solution found?

Most importantly, what about the prophecy picture and Liuli Kenshin?

Xiao Wuyou had never thought about this problem before. He just thought that this thing was similar to a "system" and was a built-in benefit for time travelers.

But this thing obviously did not awaken at the beginning, otherwise why would he have suffered so much in previous lives?

Perhaps the answer lies in the memories that were lost thousands of years ago.

Xiao Wuyou immersed himself in his thoughts again and began to review his past with his junior master.

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"So that's how it is..."

After learning the reason why his young master left him, Xiao Wuyou didn't know what to say for a moment.

She has silently protected him for nearly ten thousand years, and she has endured so much grief. How could he possibly blame her now?

But the words of comfort are too shallow.

Under the moon in Wangyue Pavilion, Xiao Wuyou simply held the hand of his young master, firmly imprinting his existence in the other's heart.

"No matter what we have to face next, at least we won't be separated again." Xiao Wuyou smiled softly to the young master and swore secretly at the same time.

"......Yeah." Bei Ming Long Yue responded lightly.

The moonlight blurred her profile.

Bei Ming Long Yue also made up his mind.

She once again decided to protect Xiao Wuyou until the end.

In the following time, the two traveled all over the world of immortal cultivation, searching for clues to change their destiny.

As fate would have it, Bei Ming Long Yue had not gained anything for thousands of years, but this time they had made progress in just a few years.

Finally, they got a clue from a great master of the realm of refining emptiness who was about to die.

"Stealing the secrets of heaven?" Bei Ming Long Yue frowned slightly.

If there really was such a method, why had she never heard of it before?

But right now, they have no other choice.

The cause and effect of the two people are entangled again. If it is delayed any further, Xiao Wuyou will have to bear the price of defying the will of heaven and changing her fate for her at some point.

They want to find out whether it is true or not.

So, Xiao Wuyou and Bei Ming Longyue set out to the place mentioned by the great Lianxu master.

End of the world.

[We have practiced for thousands of years, but it is nothing! Heaven has never had a so-called incarnation... I am just a cultivator who stole the secrets of Heaven!"]

"If there is really someone who can steal the secrets of heaven, then why can't we?" Looking at the cliff that reaches into the sky, the top of the world of immortal cultivation, Xiao Wuyou's tone is as relaxed as ever.

A flash of hope also appeared in Bei Ming Long Yue's eyes, but it only lasted for a moment.

Over the past ten thousand years, she had thought she had grasped hope countless times, but it eventually turned into a passing cloud.

She could only sigh: "If we can really steal the secrets of heaven, it will not be easy."

"You won't know until you try it."

The two of them followed the mountain wall, passed through the clouds, and went up.

According to that great man, the secret of heaven is at the top of the horizon. They inferred that the so-called secret of heaven is the core of the event's luck. If the incarnation of heaven is really just a cultivator, he must have refined a lot of luck to achieve it.

As they continued to move upwards, a mysterious and majestic aura of Tao emanated from them, hindering their speed and making every step extremely difficult.

Xiao Wuyou and the young master looked at each other, both of them were moved.

A secret or not, at least there is something on it!

But just when they were about to reach the top of the sky, the originally blue sky was filled with endless devilish flames.

"Sword Immortal, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

Black thunder roared, devilish flames surged, and a giant scythe descended, like a demon coming from the depths of hell.

The giant sickle, carrying the force of thunder and lightning, launched a surprise attack with overwhelming power.

Even Bei Ming Long Yue was thrown into disarray for a moment.

She didn't feel any breath at all!

The divine sword that rushed forward in a hurry couldn't help but become chaotic.

The intersection of black and white changes the color of heaven and earth.

Relying on his profound cultivation, Bei Ming Long Yue was able to block the attack in the end. However, his body trembled due to the violent fluctuation of spiritual power and he let go of Xiao Wu You's hand.

At that time, Xiao Wuyou was only at the Nascent Soul stage, and the fact that he was able to soar into the sky was entirely due to the protection of Bei Ming Long Yue.

Under the turbulent storm of spiritual power, Xiao Wuyou fell into an abyss and disappeared without a trace.

"No worries...!"

"In front of me, are you still qualified to care about my disciples?"

The sun was dark in the sky, and several old monsters who had reached the level of refining emptiness and powerful gods, led by the Demon Emperor, completely blocked Bei Ming Longyue's way.

For a moment, red storms, sinister dark clouds, ferocious sword energy... countless strange phenomena almost occupied the entire sky.

"Even if there really is such a secret, how can it be your turn?" The Demon Emperor taunted, causing the demons to sneer grimly.

However, when Bei Ming Long Yue slowly raised his head and looked at them, the smiles of everyone, including the Demon Emperor, froze.

The cold light is as sharp as a blade, freezing and piercing.

Even if there were thousands of sharp blades hanging in the sky, they would not be able to withstand a single look from her.

The sword immortal was angry and the hazy moon rang loudly.

The unfeeling swordsman lost his mind for the second time and drew his sword in anger.

And this time, it is far more terrifying than ten thousand years ago.

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At the same time, Xiao Wuyou hurriedly flew his sword and steadied his body in mid-air, thus avoiding falling headfirst and being smashed to pieces.

As if it had been waiting for a long time, a black robe emerged from the void.

Xiao Wuyou, who already knew about the existence of Heavenly Dao, was not too surprised, but felt humiliated: "No way? So many people are dealing with the young master, but I am the only one here?"

The demon smiled grimly: "Without luck, no matter how many people we have, it will be useless to deal with you."

"It's enough for those people to hold the Sword Immortal back. I will finish you off myself."

In mid-air, Xiao Wuyou summoned the Netherworld Sword and started a fierce battle with him.

The demon's methods are extraordinary and his skills are strange and varied. Most importantly, he is completely immune to ordinary Taoist methods and sword energy.

Only when Xiao Wuyou uses his sword power can he barely hurt the opponent.

For a moment, Xiao Wuyou was really forced into a disadvantage.

After several fights, Xiao Wuyou was covered in wounds and out of breath, but he also became calmer.

Over the past ten thousand years, every time he was in dire straits, the young master would come to save him.

But this time, I can only rely on myself.

To be honest, he had no idea what the so-called luck was, nor did he understand why his attacks had no effect on the demon.

He only knew that this bastard was standing between him and his junior master.

"Despair? The sword spirit you have honed throughout your life is nothing more than this." Tianmo stroked the shallow sword marks on his face, looking down at Xiao Wuyou, feeling proud.

However, Xiao Wuyou caught a glimpse of the sword marks on Tianmo's body, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he raised the Netherworld Sword again.

"The sword power of this life is not enough, so I'll add the previous ones."

Chapter 55: Cause and Effect

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The trip down memory lane is coming to an end.

Xiao Wuyou's bad premonition became stronger and stronger, and his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

If I'm not mistaken, this is the last battle of the Sword Immortal Longyue before his retirement as passed down by later generations.

The young master killed several powerful men, but he himself was also injured and had to go into seclusion to recuperate.

What about me?

Can the plan of stealing the secrets of heaven succeed?