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

Bei Nan Yao lived for thousands of years and understood everything. He wanted to go to the back mountain and open the gate of Kunlun Mountain. He had to get the Taoist bones of Fengyang first.

Fengyang Daogu... Bei Nanyao's methods far exceeded Yanjiu's imagination.

Bei Nanyao collected soul gathering techniques and soul gathering stones everywhere, not only to gather Zhi Fei's soul, but also to gather a trace of Fengyang's consciousness.

Fengyang's soul was intact, and Bei Nanyao could only gather this very slight ray of consciousness.

But this consciousness can also guide Bei Nanyao to find Feng Yang's backbone.

The sun is high in the sky and the vegetation is lush.

A trace of white mist floated in front, Bei Nanyao pushed aside the weeds and followed behind.

Soon after, a dilapidated thatched house appeared in Bei Nanyao's eyes.

Bei Nanyao even knocked on the door politely a few times before entering the house.

Gu Qizhou was a little surprised at first when he saw Bei Nanyao, but soon he felt that it should be the case. He smiled: "I didn't expect you to be so fast."

After finishing speaking, as if thinking of something, Gu Qizhou asked worriedly: "My senior brother...is he okay?"

Bei Nanyao said coldly: "I didn't kill him, I'm not the one who killed him.

So if you give me your master's bones, you will have nothing to do with me here. "

Gu Qizhou smiled helplessly: "How could it not be my fault? Even if I, Gu Qizhou, am no longer a thing, I can't hand over my master's bones.

Also, Master will give me Swagger before he dies.

I treat everything hypocritically, and only treat Swagger as sincere.

Senior brother Shi'an didn't retreat, and my lazy junior brother didn't leave either.

Come to me... Bei Nan Yao, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you too. "

Bei Nanyao said coldly: "There is a saying in the world these years: don't make unnecessary sacrifices..."

Gu Qizhou smiled freely: "I am not sacrificing this, I am fulfilling my filial piety for my master, and fulfilling my responsibility as the Lord of Swaggering Mountain..."

As he said that, Gu Qizhou glanced at Bei Nanyao provocatively: "Come and find me, where is the backbone of my master..."

Bei Nanyao's face was expressionless: "Young people think very highly of themselves. Do you think you are really hiding it well?"

While speaking, Bei Nanyao, who was just a few meters away from Gu Qizhou, instantly appeared in front of Gu Qizhou.

He grabbed the cup on the table with one hand and crushed it in his hands, leaving only the sharp fragments on his fingertips.

The other hand grabbed Gu Qizhou's arm. Bei Nanyao didn't exert much force, but Gu Qizhou screamed in pain.

Bei Nanyao still had a serious face and did not give Gu Qizhou a chance to resist.

He opened Gu Qizhou's sleeves and raised Gu Qizhou's arm. He could vaguely see the unnatural bulge under the skin of Gu Qizhou's arm.

Bei Nanyao accurately pulled up a piece of Gu Qizhou's skin. The skin peeled off quickly, and it turned out to be a piece of fake skin stuck on the back.

Under the fake skin, there is a very fresh scar, and even the stitching marks are very clear.

Bei Nanyao raised the fragment, and Gu Qizhou's eyes suddenly tightened, and he used his good hand to stop it.

However, Bei Nanyao twisted off the bones of his hand, followed closely behind, and the fragments cut open Gu Qizhou's bloody flesh mercilessly.

In an instant, the place became even more bloody and messy.

Bei Nanyao took out a small bead-like thing from the flesh and blood of Gu Qizhou's arm with his bare hands, which was Fengyang's Dao Bone.

He glanced sideways at Gu Qizhou: "Do you think I can't find the bones if you hide them in the flesh? The smell of blood on your body is a bit strong, I'm afraid the flesh is inflamed."

After finishing speaking, before Gu Qizhou could speak, Bei Nanyao had already hit the back of Gu Qizhou's neck with a stick, and Gu Qizhou fell down unwillingly.

He thought that he still hadn't kept the last thing his master had left.

……

The mountain behind the swagger was empty, except for the rustle of vegetation in the wind.

Yanjiu sat on the ground in an open space, his eyes closed.

In the consciousness of his mind, a group of red butterflies gradually approached a handsome monk.

The monk's eyebrows were arrogant but upright, and he was a little cynical when he spoke:

"Hey, young boy, are you looking for me?"

Yan Jiu said quietly: "It's your apprentice Bei Nanyao who is looking for you. He wants to destroy my ostentation in order to find you..."

Hearing this, the monk Yi Zhifei fell silent. Soon, he asked:

"What's the weather like outside now?"

Yanjiu: "A thousand years from now, there will be scenes you have never seen before. For example, cars once could fly in the sky and were called airplanes.

For example, if your apprentice becomes a ghost and god, we can’t stop him by showing off..."

Zhifei was a little hesitant: "This..."

Yanjiu asked directly: "Senior, can you come out of the gap in Kunlun first?"

Zhi Fei suddenly looked solemn: "But when I come out, the Kunlun gate may be opened. Kunlun... after all, is too powerful to be found in the world.

It is an existence that does not belong to this world.

That's why the gods closed the Kunlun Gate and fell into deep sleep. "

Yan Jiu suddenly asked Zhi Fei: "Senior, do you regard Bei Nan Yao as your disciple, or... do you like him?"

Zhifei was silent again.

Yanjiu saw the answer from Zhifei's silence.

Zhi Fei liked Bei Nan Yao, but he died in Cihang Temple in the year when they were about to stay together forever.

Souls can stay with each other after death, but Dan Zhifei filled the Kunlun Gate with his own soul.

Yanjiu suddenly sighed: "In fact, you don't have to be so self-sacrificial for others, and you don't have to be so kind...Senior, do you think there are still many people in the world who know Zhi Fei?"

Zhi Fei smiled lightly: "Although I say this, I still can't bear it."

The words "that being said" shattered all of Yanjiu's seemingly unbreakable persistence. He said that he wanted to live an ignoble existence and was greedy for life and afraid of death.

Maybe in the end it will turn into a sentence: "That being said."

Zhi Fei owes nothing to anyone, yet he has stayed in the Kunlun gap for thousands of years, for the sake of people who have nothing to do with him.

However, behind Yanjiu, there are not only people who have nothing to do with him, but also the swagger he grew up with, and the Xiangzhao Bookstore he has been running for several years.

And Shang Jing he met when he saw the beauty of the world...

Even so, the red butterfly turned into repeated threads and wrapped around Zhi Fei's body.

Zhi Fei's eyes widened: "Hunter, what are you..."

Yan Jiu said softly: "Senior, you have worked hard for the past thousand years. Filling in the Kunlun Gate is not your responsibility in the first place.

Besides...if I don't pull you out, Bei Nan Yao will do the same thing when he arrives.

By then the situation will be even more difficult to deal with. "

As he spoke, blood suddenly overflowed from the corners of Yanjiu's lips, which was sitting on the floor, and the ruby ​​in his palm shattered.

A touch of soul gradually appeared in front of Yanjiu.

Zhi Fei clasped his hands towards Yan Jiu and said, "Thank you, Hou Sheng."

Yanjiu raised his eyelids and smiled bitterly at Zhifei: "Senior, you are not a monk to begin with."

Hearing this, Zhifei changed his hands into fists: "That's right, I was originally a young man who traveled around."

At this time, there were many broken sounds. Yanjiu raised his eyes and frowned.

With the extremely twisted space and the majestic and unspeakable spiritual power, the Kunlun Gate cannot be filled by just abbot Cihang.

But the Kunlun gate must not be opened.

At the same time, Yan Jiu thought of many, many important and unimportant things, filling his mind like last words.

Finally, he touched a small stone wrapped in his girdle.

The Soul Gathering Stone has gathered half of his mother's soul.

Sighing, Yanjiu took out his phone...

Zhifei was puzzled: "What is this..."

Yan Jiu: "The pigeons that fly to deliver messages are only very fast and can fly thousands of miles in an instant."

While speaking, Yanjiu had already dialed the number.

On the other side of the phone, Bai Xiucheng's cold voice sounded: "Hello."

Yanjiu: "It's me, Yanjiu."

Bai Xiucheng: "Is something wrong?"

Yanjiu asked directly: "I know you don't like me, but do you like my mother?"

Bai Xiucheng didn't pause and had no emotion, but he sounded serious: "I like it."

Yanjiu breathed a sigh of relief, and an indescribable smile appeared on the corner of his lips. It was hard to tell whether it was irony or sadness.

"Then how far can you go for my mother?"

Bai Xiucheng has no shame and can be said to be pious: "I can die for her."

Yanjiu: "Zhaowao Houshan, you come to me, come quickly."

Bai Xiucheng: "Okay."