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

The prophetic picture, the power of destiny, the Liuli sword, could these be the so-called secrets of heaven? If he succeeds in stealing the secrets of heaven, this last memory must contain clues to completely defeat the way of heaven!

Xiao Wuyou suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and recalled this last fragment of memory.

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It is said that when a person is dying, he will look back on his past life, and live a life that may be regretful or fulfilling.

But for Xiao Wuyou, it is more than just a lifetime.

The black fog swept in like ghosts and monsters. At this moment, Xiao Wuyou truly felt the chill of death.

Thus, everything in the past flashed before his eyes.

There is happiness and warmth, but also sorrow and regret.

Those were his most cherished memories, treasures that he could not part with.

Xiao Wuyou never liked to practice cultivation, nor did he think he had the talent for it. He didn't care about immortality, becoming an immortal, power, ambition, or anything like that.

How could I forget?

From the very beginning, I grasped the sword tightly just for the moonlight.

In order to stay with Bei Ming Long Yue.

But, unknowingly, I have more.

For Liu Feiyan, for Su Lanyu, for Tushan Momo, and for Ye Qingmeng.

Memories and bonds make the blade heavy, but also sharper than ever before.

This is his sword heart.

The color of heaven and earth changed.

The cultivators within a thousand miles were all shocked by the earth-shaking scene.

Everyone knows about that battle, in which the demons fell, the hazy moon cut through the black sun, and the silver-haired swordsman stood at the top.

Little did they know that at the foot of the world, brilliant colored glaze was blooming, while the dark demon was miserably defeated.

It was also at that time that Xiao Wuyou realized for the first time that a seed had been planted in his heart.

But he didn't have time to think about it. After defeating the demon, he immediately flew above the clouds on his sword.

No matter how powerful the little master is, can she really hold out under the siege of so many powerful people? !

After passing through the clouds, the view became a deep blue. Xiao Wuyou hurriedly searched for the beautiful figure with silver hair and snow-like figure, as hazy as the moon, at the top of the mountain.

The surroundings were filled with murderous sword energy and blood mist. It was not difficult to see how fierce the battle was.

"Little Master, are you okay?!"

Xiao Wuyou hurried to the side of the junior master.

There were many bloodstains on the fairy's originally flawless face and body, but fortunately none of them were fatal and harmless.

But before Xiao Wuyou had the time to take a closer look, the junior master pressed him to the ground and looked him up from head to toe.

"It's okay, as long as you're okay." Bei Ming Long Yue breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that Xiao Wuyou was safe.

She lowered her head, her eyes slightly drooped, her deep affection hidden between her bangs: "I'm sorry, I didn't protect you well again..."

She grasped Xiao Wuyou's arm tightly, and the blue energy bulged between her white wrists, even causing pain to the latter.

But Xiao Wuyou deliberately raised his voice and said cheerfully: "I'm fine, right?"

"Compared to these, what exactly is the so-called heavenly secret? Did the young master succeed?"

".........."

"Young Grandmaster?" Xiao Wuyou had a vague answer in his heart.

For him, he was just a little discouraged.

But for the young master, this was the nth time that he had gained nothing.

Swallowing the bitterness in his mouth, Xiao Wuyou said gently, "Let's go back."

"Do not."

The young master raised his head and looked straight at me, his amber eyes were hazy and contained a kind of determination.

"I have already stolen the secret."

"This time, let me help you cut off your destiny." The young master's voice was soft, like the evening breeze.

Her voice always makes Xiao Wuyou feel inexplicably at ease.

But this time, Xiao Wuyou felt as if a string in his heart was tightly tied.

"Cut it off? How exactly..." Xiao Wuyou was just wondering when a slender jade finger pressed against his lips.

Small, slightly cool and soft.

Obviously, that hand never trembles when holding the sword.

"Do you believe me?"

Looking at the misty eyes of the young master, Xiao Wuyou finally nodded.

He followed the other party's instructions, sat cross-legged with his back to the junior master, and waited quietly.

"It will be over soon."

The sound of a sharp blade being unsheathed is crisp and pleasant.

Xiao Wuyou didn't believe that the young master would hurt her, but he didn't understand.

"What exactly is the secret?"

The silver-white sword blade slowly stopped in mid-air.

"What is the so-called breaking of destiny?"

In the silence, only the breeze between the clouds was blowing.

"Young Master, tell me..." Xiao Wuyou slowly turned around and looked at Bei Ming Long Yue again.

"Did you really steal the secret?"

After a long pause, a sigh was finally heard.

"You said you believed me."

"I believe that my junior master will never hurt me." Xiao Wuyou stood up and slowly clenched the trembling hand holding the magic sword.

If possible, Xiao Wuyou really didn't want to say it in person.

"There is no such thing as a secret, right?"

"That's right, everything is a trap set by the devil, there is no such thing as a secret!" Bei Ming Long Yue looked around and sneered unwillingly.

"This is the birthplace of the incarnation of Heaven. The so-called Heaven's secrets were stolen by him long ago!"

"But I am not without means to save you!"

The young master looked at Xiao Wuyou again, and this time, his cold voice finally had a hint of pleading, fragile and delicate: "Do you believe me?"

Xiao Wuyou asked in a serious tone: "Will this method hurt the young master?"

Silence is the default.

Xiao Wuyou slowly stepped back and left the side of the junior master.

"If it means hurting my young master, then I would rather not do it."

"You don't understand, you don't understand......."

The young master covered his forehead with his hands, his eyes full of pain and confusion.

"It was my fault from the beginning."

Xiao Wuyou felt a chill and asked in confusion: "What on earth are you talking about?"

"It is you who bore the price of fulfilling my destiny for me!" the young master suddenly shouted.

Xiao Wuyou said unwillingly: "So what, I don't care..."

"But I care!"

Along with the shout, there burst out endless spiritual power and frenzied sword intent.

The storm was howling, his silver hair was disheveled, and Bei Ming Long Yue's expression was so painful and guilty.

"In every life, the reason why you met and parted with the Son of Destiny was because you paid the price for me!"

"The price? But..."

Almost reincarnated, shouldn't the cause and effect between them have been severed? Besides, the young master has already fulfilled his destiny, so why should there be a price?

"Our karma is still there." It was not until he arrived at Tianya and was surrounded by the rolling rhythm of Tao that Bei Ming Longyue realized this when he saw the continuous connection of luck between the two of them.

The cause and effect spanning several reincarnations has not dissipated.

Perhaps for ordinary people, this is a beautiful symbol of the immortality of karma.

But for Bei Ming Long Yue, it was despair.

The tragedy of Xiao Wuyou's reincarnations was never because of himself, nor because of the sons of destiny.

Bei Ming Long Yue, trembling, desperately uttered the pale truth: "Everything is my fault."

Chapter 56: Lies and Truth

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The night is silent, and the sword wind is murderous.

The dim moon hangs in the night sky, its amber eyes as cold and melancholy as the clear and cool silver moon.

"I thought reincarnation could break our karma, and I thought I could save you. Now it seems that I should have made the decision ten thousand years ago!"

Bei Ming Long Yue clenched her teeth, her eyes filled with regret.

She already had the answer in her heart, but she didn't dare to admit it.

Perhaps fate can be changed, perhaps cause and effect will automatically disappear with reincarnation, perhaps there really is such a thing as a divine secret that can give Xiao Wuyou a glimpse of hope.

Due to his own weakness, Xiao Wuyou had to endure the tragic separations of several lifetimes, and now, his soul had withered away to the point where only his last breath remained.

This is the last chance.

"This is the only way." Bei Ming Long Yue fell and pondered, as if to convince Xiao Wu You, and also to convince herself.

Xiao Wuyou listened to everything quietly, and his words were no longer as gentle as before: "What's the solution?"

"I will bear the cost of destiny for you." Bei Ming Long Yue blurted out without hesitation.

Although there is no secret here, the luck of heaven and earth flows, allowing Bei Ming Long Yue, who is unable to touch the cause and effect of luck, to glimpse the hazy connection between the two.

"As long as we sever the cause and effect between you and me, the price paid for fulfilling my destiny will automatically fall back on me. Then you will be safe again." Bei Ming Long Yue's voice was so soft and full of hope, and there was a hint of warmth in his eyes, as if he had seen a bright future.

A beautiful future where Xiao Wuyou and a girl can spend time together.

Xiao Wuyou also saw the same scene.

But there was no moonlight there.

"Even if Junior Grandmaster does this, perhaps I will meet a new son of destiny in the future and get into conflicts with him." Xiao Wuyou said coldly with a sullen face.

"Even Yan'er and the others may be reincarnated, but I still have to face their destiny!"

Bei Ming Long Yue just shook her head slowly, saying that she had already made preparations: "It doesn't matter. Heaven only wants the destiny to be balanced, and doesn't care who bears the price."

"While severing the cause and effect, I can use secret methods to bear the cost of all the children of destiny for you. You don't have to worry."

Bei Ming Long Yue's tone was like coaxing a stubborn child: "If you can reincarnate, you and they don't have to face fate anymore, what's wrong with that?"

"Of course not!"

Xiao Wuyou’s angry roar echoed under the vast moonlight.

He had almost never been so rude to his junior master.

Just like the young master would never get angry with him, he was always willing to compromise for the young master.

Even though she left without saying goodbye ten thousand years ago, Xiao Wuyou never truly resented her.