Chapter 1 The Flowing River

The river flowed silently.

The Crow Daoist stood by the river, watching quietly.

At that moment, Lu Changsheng's voice slowly sounded.

His tone was slightly sad.

"If you love, love deeply. If you don't love, please leave."

As the voice rang out, the surrounding scenery changed inexplicably. The environment, which was clearly like spring, instantly seemed to enter autumn. Fallen leaves fluttered, and the autumn wind blew, stirring up a bit of melancholy.

The Crow Daoist, whose eyes were dull, moved slightly after hearing this sentence.

Immediately, Lu Changsheng's tone became even more sorrowful.

"You were the one who said we'd be together, and now you're the one saying it's over..."

Lu Changsheng's voice was even more sorrowful. In an instant, Crow Mountain appeared extremely bleak, with autumn leaves fluttering, stirring up people's melancholy.

Although these words sounded a bit uncomfortable for some reason, Shan Ting didn't know why, but he felt a little like crying.

At this time, the Crow Daoist's dull gaze gradually regained a trace of color. Although he was still silly and sluggish, he was at least much better than before.

"For someone like me, it's best to endure the sadness alone."

Lu Changsheng's tone was even more sad.

And the Crow Daoist finally replied at this moment.

"I am unworthy, unworthy of all that you are."

The Crow Daoist turned his bird head and looked at Lu Changsheng, his gaze still so dull that one wanted to laugh.

But Lu Changsheng also replied with incomparable sorrow.

"The wind, with you neither near nor far, leaves a touch of unreachable regret!"

Crow Daoist.

"I buried a grave in my heart to bury the story of you and me."

Lu Changsheng.

"I dare not speak of love, it is so great, so great that all of me seems insignificant."

Crow Daoist.

"Without you in the Six Realms, I laugh when I want to cry."

Lu Changsheng.

"Our love, before it even began, is already dead."

Having said this.

The Crow Daoist was stunned.

In his eyes, tears welled up and finally fell, wetting his feathers.

"It seems that you are also a heartbroken person."

Finally, the Crow Daoist returned to normal.

He looked at Lu Changsheng with a look of sympathy in his eyes.

"I'm just someone who doesn't deserve to be loved! Senior is?"

Lu Changsheng asked the Crow Daoist.

"Me? I'm just a silly bird."

The Crow Daoist said calmly.

Lu Changsheng: "..."

Shan Ting: "..."

"Uh...uh..."

Lu Changsheng really didn't know what to say.

He couldn't possibly say, "Silly Bird Daoist," could he?

"May I ask, Senior, do you know about the Devil God Ancient Ring?"

Lu Changsheng took a deep breath and asked.

However, the Crow Daoist shook his head and said, "Don't ask me, I'm just a silly bird."

His gaze gradually began to dull again, and he seemed to be returning to his sluggish state. What was even more important was that there was a red tuft of hair standing up on top of his head. Lu Changsheng quickly said,

"Senior, do you have any stories to tell? Perhaps I can help you relieve your worries."

Lu Changsheng quickly spoke.

But he couldn't help but complain inwardly.

Is this silly bird poisonous? Is there something wrong with his mind?

"Stories?" The Crow Daoist was stunned for a moment, then he exhaled and slowly said, "I haven't spoken to anyone for three thousand years. Seeing that you are also a heartbroken person, I will tell you a story."

"I'm all ears."

Lu Changsheng took a deep breath. Although he really didn't like listening to such melodramatic stories, he endured it for the sake of the Devil God Ancient Ring.

"Once upon a time, there was a crow. He was very extraordinary and famous throughout the Six Realms. Apart from being a little ugly and a little stupid, he had no other shortcomings."

"One day, this crow met a purple finch."

"One night, the crow fell in love with the purple finch."

"But the crow didn't know how to express his feelings. He gave all the things he liked to the purple finch, but the purple finch didn't like them."

"Later, this purple finch fell in love with a magpie. That day, the crow cried, shedding humble tears. He thought about killing the magpie."

"But in the end, he was afraid that the purple finch would be sad, so he chose to let go and be sad alone."

"Wuwuwuwuwu! Ga ga~"

The Crow Daoist recalled the past, and at the end, he burst into tears and even twitched a few times.

But this story made Lu Changsheng's body tremble, because he almost couldn't hold it in.

"Why aren't you crying?"

The Crow Daoist wiped his tears and looked at Lu Changsheng and Shan Ting, a trace of curiosity appearing in his dull gaze.

"Wuwuwuwu! I'm crying!"

Shan Ting buried his head in the pile of dirt, his body shaking violently. It was obvious that he wasn't crying.

"What did Senior give her?"

In order to keep himself from laughing, Lu Changsheng changed the subject.

"What did I give her? Jiaolong meat, parasol trees, and... the Devil God Ancient Ring."

The Crow Daoist's last words made Lu Changsheng and Shan Ting perk up.

The Devil God Ancient Ring?

"Then may I ask, Senior, where is this purple finch?"

Lu Changsheng asked curiously.

"Buried in my heart."

The Crow Daoist said sadly.

Lu Changsheng: "..."

Having said this, the Crow Daoist's gaze was about to return to its dull state again.

Immediately, Lu Changsheng hurriedly said,

"Then didn't Senior try to have a good talk with the purple finch? Express your feelings or something?"

Lu Changsheng spoke, hoping that the Crow Daoist wouldn't fall into his memories again.

Wouldn't he start spouting awkward phrases again?

As soon as he said this, the Crow Daoist came back to his senses.

He was stunned for a moment, then slowly said,

"How could a silly bird like me be qualified to express my feelings to her?"

The Crow Daoist said this,

surprising Lu Changsheng.

To think that he was not only a bird simp, but also a lovesick bird simp.

"Senior, sometimes, things might be different if you say them out loud. How about... I'm willing to help you express your feelings, no matter the result, at least you won't have any regrets."

Lu Changsheng spoke, saying this.

There was no other way. It was useless to talk to this silly bird with normal logic, so he could only follow his train of thought.

"This... is that possible?"

The Crow Daoist was immediately shocked, and a trace of timidity appeared in his eyes.

"If you don't say it, it will always be a regret. Senior, time waits for no one."

Lu Changsheng was about to throw up.

A dignified Immortal King, how many years had he lived, and he was still shy?

How did you cultivate to become an Immortal King? Did you trade your intelligence for it?

Uh! Come to think of it, it's actually possible.

"I...I...I...I'm not worthy, am I?"

The Crow Daoist even stammered a little, and he even showed a shy expression as he sat down on the ground.

Lu Changsheng: "..."

What are you being shy about?

How old are you?

I'm throwing up.

"Senior, that's how things are with feelings. Don't be embarrassed. If you don't ask, how will you know if she doesn't love you?"

Lu Changsheng took a deep breath and continued to persuade him.

At that moment, the Crow Daoist fell silent.