Fox demon: Carry my piano music with me forever

"Ah."

“Can you tell me your story?”

Fu Changsheng Mo Ran seemed to be surprised that Tushan Rongrong would suddenly ask this.

"I want to know what you were like before." Tushan Rongrong added.

Fu Changsheng thought about it and felt that the "before" that Tushan Rongrong mentioned should refer to the time before he came to Tushan.

For Fu Changsheng, that period should be considered a memory from his previous life.

I don't know if it was a sudden brain twitch or if I felt that it didn't matter anymore. Fu Changsheng looked out the window and suddenly said without warning: "I am not from this world."

Tushan Rongrong pursed her lips, without any expression on her face, and waited quietly for what was to come.

"The world I live in has many countries, but they are all human countries. There are no monsters in that world."

Fu Changsheng took a deep breath, as if he was watching an old movie that had been forgotten for a long time, and he recalled and murmured.

"In my country, people are paid for their work, there are no complicated taxes, there are no starving people on the roadside, and every child can go to school."

"There is no spiritual energy there, so people can't practice. But there is no need to practice, because someone will protect us. We don't have to worry about being eaten by wild animals on the roadside, or being robbed by bandits."

"In your spare time, there are many ways to entertain yourself, many, many more interesting than listening to opera."

"Although most people still live a hard life, they have never given up in this country that belongs to humans."

Fu Changsheng didn't care whether Tushan Rongrong believed what he said or not. This memory had been buried in Fu Changsheng's heart for so many years. The moment he said it out loud, Fu Changsheng suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

Tushan Rongrong did not say anything, but just leaned on Fu Changsheng's shoulder and listened quietly.

After a long time, Tushan Rongrong looked at the bright moon outside the window and whispered absentmindedly, "It's great, such a small world."

Gradually, Tushan Rongrong slowly closed her eyes and her breathing gradually became normal.

After a few moments, whether she was awake or asleep and talking in her sleep, Tushan Rongrong opened her thin lips and spoke in a hoarse voice:

"Changsheng...wait for me"

"Wait till I finish everything I need to do..."

"I'll go with you..."

Chapter 195 The End of Kingship

King Power Sword House

"Father, the medicine is ready."

In Wang Quan Baiye's bedroom, Wang Quan Fugui walked up with the medicine soup that was already warm enough to drink, scooped up a spoonful and brought it to Wang Quan Baiye's mouth.

Wang Quanbaiye, who was lying on the bed at this moment, had become an old and withered skeleton, and the wrinkles on his face had completely covered up his once handsome face.

Wang Quanbaye's exposed palms were already skinny, and the skin began to shrink into the folds. The life energy in his body was already shaky, like a candle in the wind.

The scabbard and a simple bamboo flute were still lying next to the pillow.

Wang Quanfugui picked up the medicine and carefully served Wang Quanbaiye to drink the medicine.

When he was halfway through feeding, a servant's voice suddenly came from outside the door:

"Master, Tushan sent an invitation."

As soon as he finished speaking, when he heard the word "Tushan", Wang Quanfugui's hands suddenly stopped in mid-air subconsciously.

Wang Quan Baiye gave Wang Quan Fugui a look, and the latter immediately put down the medicine, stood up and walked out the door, taking the vermilion invitation from the servant.

"Who sent it?" Wang Quan Baiye's voice was a little hoarse.

"It's the uncle surnamed Fu." Wang Quanfugui opened the invitation and raised his eyebrows in surprise. "He's getting married in Tushan."

Hearing this, a different color suddenly appeared in Wang Quan Baiye's turbid eyes.

"...Who is the bride?" After a moment of silence, Wang Quan Baiye turned his head and asked.

Wang Quan Fugui tightened his fingertips and pursed his lips, but he didn't know where to start.

After a while, Wang Quan Fugui whispered, "The younger sister of the leader of the Demon Alliance, Tushan Rongrong, the Thousand-Faced Demon."

"..."

After Wang Quanfugui finished speaking, Wang Quanbaiye looked at the ceiling and was silent for a long time. His old eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Wang Quanfugui could not see through his father's mind.

What would this father, who once taught him to kill all the monsters in the world, think when he heard that his old friend was going to marry a Tushan monster?

After hesitating for a moment, Wang Quan Fugui raised his head and said tentatively: "Father, I will go for you."

That uncle and my father are close friends, and since he posted an invitation for the wedding, my father should definitely go.

However, due to his current kingship and hegemony, his health no longer allows him to make the long journey to Tushan.

Also returning from outside the circle with injuries, the other two masked members who were rescued by Fu Changsheng that year are now in much better physical condition than Wang Quan Baiye.

Since the day Dongfang Huaizhu passed away after giving birth to Wang Quanfugui, Wang Quanbaiye's health has been getting worse day by day, and he has aged at an alarming speed. Now, it is time to make a will.

"No." The next moment, Wang Quan Baiye shook his head slightly.

"I'll go myself."

"But father, you..." Wang Quanfugui hesitated to speak.

Wang Quan Baiye did not respond. With the help of Wang Quan Fugui, he slowly sat up and reached for the bamboo flute beside the pillow.

"......Gui'er, do you know why I raised you as a soldier in the past, but now I'm stopping?" Wang Quan Baiye spoke slowly and calmly, stroking the bamboo flute with his fingers.

Wang Quanfugui shook his head.

In a trance, a trace of reminiscence suddenly flashed in Wang Quan Baiye's eyes.

"In this era, the human race has produced many geniuses. The major families of the Dao Alliance have produced many rare cultivation geniuses at the same time, just like mushrooms after rain."

"At that time, they all said that the future of the human race was coming."

“But now, they have all turned into a handful of yellow earth, or into dead trees and withered grass like me.” Wang Quan Baiye lowered his eyes.

Hearing this, Wang Quanfugui became unfamiliar.

He had heard the story of the mask and knew what a glorious moment it was and what it meant to the human race.

However, those geniuses of the human race who were outside the circle all died tragically outside the circle.

As for the remaining few, either they lost their faith in Taoism and made no further progress in their cultivation, or they retired from the world to cultivate themselves and never came out again.

On that day, the human race's young generation's combat power was broken. When the remaining top combat forces in the Dao League died, during the combat power vacuum of an entire generation, the human race would lose the qualification to compete with the demon race.

This is an irreparable sin committed by the royal hegemony against the human race.

Thus, the Dao League Soldier Plan was born. The only heir of the Wang Quan family became the sacrifice to atone for this sin.

Just like what King Quan Baiye said to Fu Changsheng that day - "I have no choice, and neither does he."

"Until that day, I met Changsheng again."

Gradually, the figure who carried Changsheng that day emerged in Wang Quan Baiye's mind.

"I can see that he has found what he wanted. His Taoism has not been affected, but has become stronger than before."

"And Dongfang Yuechu."

"In them, I see the future of humanity."

Having said that, Wang Quan Baiye turned his gaze to Wang Quan Fugui who was standing silently aside.

"I'm sorry to you and your mother. I'm probably the worst father in the world."

"Father...please don't say that."

Wang Quan Fugui bent down and knelt in front of the bed, holding Wang Quan Baiye's almost cold hand with some discomfort.

In a trance, Wang Quan Baiye looked into Wang Quan Fugui's eyes and suddenly smiled with difficulty.

"But...I am very happy."

Wang Quanbaiye immediately stretched out his hand, and with the support of Wang Quanfugui, gently touched his cheek.

"You have also found your own path."

The moment Wang Quan Baiye finished speaking, it seemed as if a thin string buried in Wang Quan Fugui's heart was plucked.

Feeling the cold hand on his face, Wang Quanfugui's hair covered his face, but his shoulders couldn't stop shaking.

"The Wang Quan family has come this far and has completed its mission. The future of the human race does not lie with the Wang Quan family."

"If you are willing to continue to hold the royal power, I will entrust the entire Royal Power Sword Manor to you."

"If you have your own pursuits and want freedom."

At this point, Wang Quanbaye paused. Wang Quanfugui's body also trembled, and his knuckles hidden in his sleeves turned white.

After a few moments, Wang Quan Baiye lowered his eyes and waved his hand gently:

"Just take the Wangquan Sword, leave Wangquan's house, and go wherever you want to go."

After saying the last sentence, Wang Quan Baiye breathed a sigh of relief.

At that moment, Dongfang Huaizhu's face suddenly appeared in his mind, as if she was standing in front of him, smiling at him.

On the seventh day of the seventh month, under the bamboo pavilion by the Huai River, the bamboo flute took off his mask and became his scabbard, and they have been together forever since then.

"..."

pat!

After a while, a tear as big as a bean fell from Wang Quanfugui's hot eyes and fell heavily on the floor.

Wang Quanfugui choked up a little, and his eyes, which used to be filled with sword intent and murderous aura, now became red and hot for the first time.

Wang Quanfugui lowered his head hard. He didn't know how to face his father, but he could not control his trembling body and the unspeakable sorrow in his heart.

Slowly, Wang Quanfugui bent down and knelt in front of the bed, and his long hair immediately fell from his shoulders.

Wang Quanfugui spoke word by word with a voice mixed with sobs:

"Thank you for your help, kid."