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

When Bei Nan Yao and Zhi Fei left, they handed Fengyang's Taoist bones to Yan Jiu.

He bowed slightly towards Yanjiu: "Sorry to bother you."

After a while, Bei Nan Yao and Fei's figures disappeared into the swaying shadows of the trees.

Seeing that the two of them had completely left, Shang Jing put his arm on Yanjiu's shoulders and said with a smile on his face, "Don't even think about leaving me."

Yanjiu rubbed his shoulder blades, stretched again, and said lazily:

"Then do your best and listen to fate."

Saying that, Yanjiu turned his head to look at Shang Jing, smiling provocatively and frivolously: "Shang Jing, are you afraid?"

Shang Jing went to comb Yanjiu's hair: "Do you think I'm afraid?"

Yan Jiu: "I want to do something very unorthodox. Ghosts come and go on Shanyue Road, and there will be many evil ghosts passing by. I will use magic to summon those ghosts..."

Hearing this, Shang Jing was confused: "Evil ghost? Doesn't Beinan Yao know how to summon you?"

Yanjiu shook his head helplessly: "Didn't you notice? The moment Zhifei appeared just now.

Bei Nanyao's resentment has completely dissipated. He can no longer become a ghost or summon evil spirits. "

Shang Jing raised his eyebrows: "Bei Nanyao is quite clean by nature, like a fool."

Yanjiu rolled his eyes at Shang Jing and said, "I call you pure and kind, how come you have become a fool?"

Looking at the Kunlun crack, Yanjiu continued:

“Shang Jing, I will attract the evil spirits.

But my destiny is weak, and I am too involved with evil spirits, so I am afraid I won’t be able to survive. "

Shang Jing understood: "I am by your side and will protect you with my luck."

Yanjiu nodded and said softly: "Well, let's give it a try. We can't give up now..."

The sun gradually sets in the west, and the sunset dyes the sky red, which is particularly magnificent.

Like a hero wielding a sword and kissing his neck, strands of blood flowed out.

In front of the Kunlun Gate, many evil spirits were filled in by Yan Jiu.

But the Kunlun Gate is picky and doesn't seem to like the ghost's soul very much. It took a while to close the cracks.

The sunset has also dissipated, and the moon is in the sky.

Shang Jing called Yanjiu anxiously and held Yanjiu in his arms.

I saw blood oozing from the corner of Yanjiu's lips, his face was pale, and his body was cold, not much better than a ghost.

Yanjiu twitched the corners of his lips and smiled helplessly: "Shang Jing, I seem to have almost no strength..."

Shang Jing rubbed the ends of Yanjiu's hair: "If we don't have the strength, we won't hold on. If I stay with you, you won't have so much nostalgia..."

Yanjiu felt sore in his chest: "Stop being narcissistic..." He actually wanted to see Su Jin again, and said that he would spend New Year's Day with Bai Xingjian and the others this year. The two younger ones at Xiangzhao Bookstore didn't know if they could handle it. Can bear the burden.

There are also Dabai and Erbai. Who can open canned cats for these two?

In fact... there are quite a lot of things that I miss, but the cracks in Kunlun have to be filled.

At this time, a bell rang, and Yanjiu fell into Shang Jing's arms, raising his eyelids to look.

I saw a young man walking not far away. His white shirt was tucked into jeans and his shirt cuffs were rolled up.

He has a resolute and upright temperament, a pure and free smile, and a very masculine face. Unruly, mature, and gentle are cleverly integrated into one person.

Seeing the person coming, Yanjiu's weak breathing became stronger, and he looked very incredible:

"Senior Brother Ikawa, what are you...how did you die?"

Ning Yichuan stood in front of Yanjiu with his arms folded, his figure unreal, and he smiled indifferently:

"Hey, Xiao Yanjiu, how old are your senior brother and me?

I am almost 100 years old, and it is time for me to reach the end of my life. "

Ning Yichuan, Fengyang's eldest disciple and Yanjiu's senior brother.

Yanjiu only met Ning Yichuan once, which was the day Feng Yang passed away.

Yanjiu and Ning Yichuan worked together to save Fengyang's bones. After Fengyang's funeral was over, Ning Yichuan left again without saying anything.

In this situation, Yan Jiu was really shocked to see the deceased Ning Yichuan.

Ning Yichuan stretched out his hand toward Yanjiu: "Xiao Yanjiu, give me the master's Taoist bones."

Yanjiu trusted Ning Yichuan so much that he gave Fengyang Taoist Bones to him blankly.

Ning Yichuan received the Taoist bone and without hesitation sacrificed the bone to Kunlun Gate.

The gaps in Kunlun have closed up again, but they are still open.

Yanjiu stopped him in surprise: "Senior brother, those are Master's bones."

However, Ning Yichuan just looked at the cracks in front of him distressedly, and he seemed to be talking to himself:

"Master, Kunlun Sect doesn't recognize bones, it only recognizes souls. It's really troublesome..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a more transparent soul appeared next to Ning Yichuan.

Wearing white Taoist robes, he has a handsome figure, his face is full of fairy spirit, he is pure and... young...

That should be what Fengyang looked like when he was young.

Yanjiu felt that his Qi was not smooth: "Master, have you not entered reincarnation?"

Feng Yang looked at Yanjiu, and Yanjiu's young face looked strange and familiar at the same time.

The voice of a young man... but his tone was very mature. Feng Yang smiled and said:

"How can I rest assured about reincarnation when such a huge disaster is being threatened?

What's more, I promised your senior brother to wait for him. "

The love between master and disciple is against moral standards, so Feng Yang waited for Ning Yichuan for many years.

From young to old, from old to death, and from his own death to Ning Yichuan's death.

I wanted to be a pair of lonely ghosts, and then be reincarnated together, so that we can be together in the next life.

But he also caught up with the swaggering thousand-year catastrophe.

Fortunately, I have the person I like by my side...so it doesn't matter where I am.

Feng Yang looked at Yan Jiu with a loving tone:

"Xiaojiu, you have nothing to do here. Master is here."

Yan Jiu said: "Master..."

Feng Yang looked at the crack in Kunlun and said indifferently:

“The opening of the Kunlun Gate will be a disaster for people in the world.

But entering the Kunlun Gate is not a peach blossom garden. "

While talking, Feng Yang took Ning Yichuan's hand:

"As long as you're with the person you like, there's no point in being alone."

Yanjiu understood what Feng Yang meant. He opened his eyes wide and looked at Feng Yang in shock. He couldn't even form a sentence: "Master... you..."

Fengyang continued:

"Yanjiu, there will be a disaster every thousand years, and this disaster should be on Master.

Master is not out of his mind yet, so this matter is out of your hands.

As for what will happen after a thousand years, it depends on fate and is not something we can consider.

You have to remember that nothing lasts forever. "

With that said, Feng Yang took two steps forward, half-crouched in front of Yanjiu, and symbolically touched Yanjiu's head with his transparent hand;

“Our Xiaojiu grew up and began to love the world.

Your life has just begun, and you have just found the person you love.

Children, go take a good look at the world and enjoy the world.

Master is gone, and we will meet again in reincarnation a thousand years later.

If there is a fate, I can be your father when the time comes. "

Before Yanjiu could react, Feng Yang and Ning Yichuan walked side by side towards the Kunlun Gate, and then disappeared...

The golden door and the deep cracks disappeared together.

The moonlight is gentle, sparrows flutter their wings and fly by, and cicadas chirp long.

This night seemed like an ordinary night, quiet and comfortable, as if nothing happened.

Only Yanjiu weakly propped himself up with Shang Jing's help.

I can’t bow to the director of a certain department in the back mountain of the swagger:

"Disciple Yanjiu, bid farewell to master."