The abandoned son of a wealthy family always wants to become a monk and fortune-telling

Zhifei's soul was embedded in the cracks in Kunlun, and his body and soul should have disappeared.

But Bei Nan Yao had too many regrets.

The brewery was not opened, and he never knew whether the master had forgiven him.

Besides...there are so many new and strange experiences that Master has never experienced before.

No matter what, he wanted to see his master again.

Yanjiu turned his head and looked at Bei Nanyao: "So you have lived until now because of your obsession? Living for 1000 years is really contrary to common sense..."

Bei Nanyao shook his head:

"When I was living at the foot of Mount Zhaoyao, an old Taoist from the mountain came down to ask for a drink. He told me that I had a celestial destiny and a Taoist spirit.

Get rid of distracting thoughts and practice with concentration, and maybe one day you can reach heaven in one step.

But there were too many distracting thoughts in my mind. Although I couldn't reach heaven, I still understood some things and lived a chaotic life until now. "

In just a few words, Yanjiu knew that this was something beyond what his talent could describe.

Bei Nanyao killed so many people in Cihang Temple by himself. He was very strong. Bei Nanyao was not aware of it.

The evening breeze was slightly cool, and Yanjiu hugged himself:

“According to your statement, you should have a grudge against Cihang Temple in your previous life.

But now that Cihang Temple is prosperous, you have never caused trouble to Cihang Temple? "

Bei Nanyao looked calm and seemed to be telling someone else's story:

"Everyone in Cihang Temple is already dead. Those monks in Cihang Temple later had no enmity with me. Why should I cause trouble for them?"

Yanjiu looked up at the sky and sighed.

Some people have a kind background, which makes them look kind or not.

The hurried pedestrians on the roadside are the time when tired birds return to their nests. Soon, tens of thousands of lanterns will illuminate Yan Yang, illuminating the original city of Yanjing.

But in the previous thousand years, there was not a single light in this city waiting for Bei Nanyao.

Yanjiu felt sad in his heart, but also had other emotions.

He was thinking, if he was not a disciple of Zhao Zhao, if he was just one of the people in this rush.

He will definitely sincerely hope that Bei Nan Yao and Fei will get together in the busy traffic.

But... there are some things that Yanjiu has no choice about.

Yanjiu looked at Bei Nanyao solemnly: "Gather Zhi Fei's soul, and then pull his soul out of the crack in Kunlun.

Swagger may just die.

At that time, Zhi Fei used his soul to block Kunlun, which already showed how dangerous the destroyed Kunlun was. "

Bei Nanyao looked at Yan Jiu with some confusion:

“But it has never been my master’s responsibility to block Kunlun.

If Swagger is destroyed, then its fate is approaching. What does it have to do with my master and me?

Why should my master sacrifice himself? All I want to do is bring everything back to where it started.

I am not imposing on Swagger a disaster that does not belong to Swagger. "

Bei Nanyao asked seriously, without any ridicule. He just wondered if he had done anything wrong.

Yanjiu was silent, he really didn't know what to say.

At this time Bei Nan Yao spoke again:

"If I really disturb anyone, it's only those people...

In order to gather Master's soul, I killed many people. "

Yanjiu looked at the chocolate in his palm and said softly: "You also killed Liu Jincheng..."

Bei Nanyao: "I wanted to learn the soul-repairing technique from him, but he wouldn't tell me, so I appropriated his memory.

But I didn't expect that his memory was connected to life. "

While speaking, Bei Nanyao had already stood up:

"If you want to kill me, you can come at any time, but after so many years in the human world, I have learned a lot of insidiousness and cunning.

If you have the ability...if you can kill me, it will free me up.

If you can't kill me, I must rescue Master from the cracks in Kunlun. "

Yanjiu looked at Bei Nanyao's back and suddenly smiled:

"Have you ever thought that in addition to admiring your master, you also like..."

Hearing this, Bei Nanyao stopped and looked back at Yanjiu, with anger in his eyes.

It was also this glance that made Yanjiu feel his chest tremble, and blood spilled from his lips.

However, Yanjiu didn't take it seriously. He wiped the blood from the corners of his lips and continued:

"But you are not too rebellious and disrespectful to the teacher...

To be honest, I listened to your story twice, once by the monk from Cihang Temple and once by you.

There is another time that Zhi Fei should tell it. Only by adding the three stories together can the original appearance of this story be restored.

If it was Zhi Fei who said it, I think Master must have been moved.

Bei Nanyao, have you ever thought that your master also liked you?

You are the only disciple beside him. He is the master and you study with him. He is the holy monk and you are the novice monk.

He wants to make wine and wants you to be his buddy.

Zhifei wants to see everything in the world. He is such a wanton person, but he always carries a "pendant" like you with him.

Presumably he likes you too. "

If the years have been quiet and peaceful, there will be no disasters.

Thousands of years ago, another pair of people appeared for a lifetime.

In the north and south, Yao worshiped Fei as a god and did not dare to blaspheme it.

Zhi Fei saw Bei Nan Yao as a stupid "puppy" who would always follow him.

The sky is vast and the land is vast, and the scenery is endless. It should be impossible to walk through or see it all in this life.

Bei Nanyang glanced at Yanjiu with a complicated expression, said nothing, and turned around to leave.

The sunset has burned out, the stars and the moon are on duty, the old men playing chess have left, and even the canned cats are empty.

Yanjiu sat alone under the wall, looking up at the moon.

A gust of cool wind blew away the silence, Yanjiu shuddered, and said to himself:

"It's so cold. It's spring but I still have to wear a down jacket..."

With that said, Yanjiu picked up the maza and prepared to go home. Just as he turned a corner, Yanjiu saw a familiar off-road vehicle parked on the side of the road.

Yanjiu opened the passenger door with ease and got in.

He smiled and greeted the people in the car:

"Mr. Shang, good evening, how long have you been waiting?"

Shang Jing turned on the car heater:

"I've been waiting here before you even came out of the house. Your cat said that you have an important meeting today and your life could easily be in jeopardy."

Yanjiu was stunned for a moment, then smiled helplessly: "You believe what Dabai said."

Shang Jing stepped on the accelerator: "I would rather believe it or not. I just seemed to see an acquaintance, the bodyguard who always follows Nan He.

What, Nanhe wants to cause trouble for you? "

Yan Jiu peeled off another piece of chocolate: "It would be great if it was really Nan He who was causing trouble for me. Even if a bunch of Nan He was trying to trouble me, it would just be a fool's errand.

But if I said that the bodyguard was the ancestor of Nanhe, would you believe it? "

The car was speeding, and the scenery on the roadside passed by in a hurry. Shang Jing held the steering wheel, much calmer than Yan Jiu:

"Ancestor? He looks strangely young."

Yanjiu continued to scare Shang Jing: "A thousand-year-old ancestor can have a child in his mouth."

Shang Jing raised his eyebrows: "I am not your cats, dogs, or your nephews.

I believe in an ancestor who is a thousand years old, but I don't believe in a child in one mouthful. "

Yanjiu couldn't help but complain: "It's so boring."

Shang Jing raised the corners of his lips in an angry manner, and while waiting for the red light, he kissed Yanjiu hard and hard:

"How about it, are you still bored?"

Yanjiu touched his lips that were sore from being kissed, and said lazily:

"Mr. Shang, your habit of kissing me at every turn is not good."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yanjiu suddenly felt a feeling of leaning against each other wandering in his mind.

He and Shang Jing seemed to have developed a "mutually dependent" relationship unknowingly.

He is willing to show his soft parts to Shang Jing, and Shang Jing is also willing to give all of his softness to himself.

After chatting with Bei Nanyao, he was exhausted, but Shang Jinghui waited for him on the roadside for a whole day.

But... no one will wait for Bei Nanyao anymore.

Suddenly, Yanjiu wanted to tell Shang Jing this unknown past event.

Such a story should not be buried in time, and the feelings from thousands of years ago should not be lost to the light of day because of that piece of wood from Bei Nan Yao...

"Shang Jing, I want to tell you a story..."

The red light turned green, Shang Jing stepped on the accelerator again:

"That story about our ancestors just now? Before you tell the story, what do you want to eat? You might be stuck in a traffic jam soon."

Yan Jiu thought about it seriously: "Shabu-boiled mutton over charcoal fire, drink soju, and a bowl of Yangchun noodles. Today's main theme is a nostalgic style."

Shang Jing suddenly laughed:

"Yanjiu, if you were just an ordinary college student, you would probably love to have dinner with your classmates.

You always like to go to busy restaurants. "

Yanjiu subconsciously retorted: "No way, I can order takeout and eat it in the dormitory around the quilt."

After saying that, Yanjiu smiled: "Hurry up and drive, you can have everything in your dreams."

A sparse and ordinary life and a carefree youth are elusive for both Yanjiu and Shang Jing.

It's not as real as waiting for the mutton-boiled meal.