C783 (1/2)

After an unknown amount of time had passed, Li Dao finished looking at the first half of Nightmare's life and slowly opened his eyes.

Nightmare stood to the side, smiling without saying a word. He had the appearance of an intellectual middle-aged uncle.

Right now, Li Dao's true age was only less than 200 years. But, strictly speaking, he had already lived several thousands of years before Nightmare became a part of the Dao.

Li Dao bent his knees and knelt before Nightmare, looking extremely serious.

The man had gold on his knees and was kneeling in front of his parents.

Li Dao was an orphan when he was young. Without parents, he did not respect the heavens or the earth, so it was basically impossible for him to kneel down.

But now, he was kneeling to Nightmare, not because Nightmare had driven Yang Jian and the others away, nor because Nightmare had saved him, but because of Nightmare's kindness in transmitting his Taoism.

To pass on the Dao was greater than the heavens and earth. One could not help but kneel.

Having experienced the first half of Nightmare's life, he naturally experienced the process of him becoming a devil, and saw the dao that he comprehended.

Nightmare was originally a mortal scholar. His hand was powerless, and his name was Song Xueyi.

Just like most of the scholars, the young Song Xueyi was studying hard, while the old Song Xueyi was studying hard for more than ten years. Her father had died early, and her mother had grown up by his side. She had a childhood sweetheart, and they had an intimate relationship with each other.

Song Xueyi had studied diligently and studied diligently. He had entered the capital at the age of 15 to pursue his studies, and had gone from being a scholar to an Elementary Scholar and then to becoming a High Scholar.

Having won the top scholar, his status had changed. He could live up to his expectations and become famous throughout the world. Song Xueyi was born with such good skin. When the prime minister wanted to marry his daughter, the emperor wanted to make him his consort. The brothel's courtesan was willing to give him a thousand gold just to beg for his inscription poem.

Song Xueyi had already refused. There was still a girl waiting for him at home, waiting for him to fulfill his promise when he returned to be the top scholar in high school.

Returning home in glory was originally a glorious affair.

Riding his big horse, Song Xueyi returned to his hometown. He was so happy that he wanted to share his success with his mother and the girl.

After leaving home for fifteen years, Song Xueyi was excited and nervous at the same time.

When he reached the front of the house, he realized that the yard was already filled with weeds. The door had been corroded by the rain and was in ruins.

At first, Song Xueyi only thought that his mother had moved into the house, so he went to the childhood sweetheart's house to inquire about her mother's whereabouts.

When the old man saw him, he just shook his head and sighed and walked him out the door.

Under his constant questioning, the girl's father revealed a piece of news that was like a bolt out of the blue.

It turned out that in the years that Song Xueyi had been studying, he had once met the girl that he had sworn an oath with and forcefully wanted to take her away.

The girl was at home, helping her mother. Her mother had risked her life to stop the newcomer from taking her away, but the result was that she was stabbed through with a knife by a bodyguard of the Prince of Martialism.

His mother had died, and no one had been buried. Only his neighbors had been wrapped in straw mats and hastily buried by the small mountain path. They hadn't even erected a tablet.

Song Xueyi could not accept what the girl's old man had said, much less how he would react to it.

He left the girl's house in a daze, found his mother's corpse, and buried it again for three years.

To the current Song Xueyi, his name, power, and everything else was no longer important. After being filial to his mother for three full years, Song Xueyi was going to look for that girl.

Song Xueyi, 33 years old, arrived at the Martial Imperial Manor and saw the girl with a smile like a flower.