We are not allowed to brush face here [Quick Transmigration]

In March, the rain is empty, and the clothes are wet.

In the wild, inaccessible, there is only a lonely boat on the huge lake.

Ye Cheng was wearing a coir raincoat, sitting at the stern of the boat, holding a simple homemade fishing rod in his hand, looking like an exceptionally handsome fisherman.

The fishing rod dropped slightly, Ye Cheng suddenly raised his hand, water splashed, and a fish was lifted up by him with its tail flicking.

Ye Cheng unhooked the fish from the hook: "Look at this white and fat one, don't be afraid, we won't eat you, we just want to take you away and raise them for two days, and draw some pictures of beautiful fishes for you."

While talking, the sporadic and gentle water droplets suddenly became finer and intertwined like a curtain, and there were more and more ripples on the lake.Accompanied by the rain curtain, a rich and fresh spiritual energy swayed between the heaven and the earth.

The curtain in front of the cabin was lifted suddenly, Ji Fangze's expression was solemn.

The smile on Ye Cheng's face had subsided, and as soon as he loosened the strength in his hand, the fish fell back into the water, and soon disappeared into the lake wagging its tail.

After a while, the swaying torrential rain gradually slowed down and stopped slowly.The sun jumped out of the clouds, and the golden light poured down. The originally lonely lake was suddenly covered with slim green and white lotus flowers, which disappeared in a flash and turned into spiritual light and scattered.

"The death of a real person will nourish all things." Ye Cheng stretched out his hand, grabbed a remaining lotus petal, and watched it dissipate on his fingertips, with a dignified expression and a trace of sadness, "The real Qinglian of the Five Elements Sect has fallen."

As everyone knows, there are a total of sixteen real people in the mainland, who have transformed themselves into formations and sit in the abyss.

The Daoist is almost the pinnacle of cultivation in this continent, completely freed from the shackles of birth, old age, sickness and death, the next step is to break through the walls and ascend, and it is absolutely impossible to fall easily.

Could it be that something happened to the abyss?

Ji Fangze walked out of the cabin, worry flashed across his eyes, and he took Ye Cheng's hand: "Senior brother?"

Ye Cheng turned his head, blinked, and smiled, "The fish ran away."

Seeing that Ye Cheng didn't propose to find out, Ji Fangze heaved a sigh of relief, and took the fishing rod from Ye Cheng's hand: "I'll fish for senior brother again."

In fact, when Ji Fangze was still in his mother's womb, the abyss had been completely closed, and he had never really touched the abyss in his life.But for some reason, his fear of the abyss is extremely strong.

If possible, he hoped that Ye Cheng would stay as far away from the abyss as possible.

But some things, even if you avoid them, will come to you.

Three days later, Ye Cheng lay on the big water tank in the yard, playing with the two red carp inside.But after these two days of getting along, the carps have realized that the new owner is strong but not afraid of him, and swim on their own.

Ye Cheng raised his head boredly.

Ji Fangze was sitting on the corridor not far away, holding a scroll of formation diagrams in his hand, looking down, leaving only half of his silhouette.There are a few apricot trees in the corridor, the apricot blossoms are in full bloom, and the branches seem to be lowered.Occasionally, the wind blew by, and the unsteady petals fell on Ji Fangze's clothes laid out in the corridor.

What a beautiful dress with apricot blossoms blown off.

Ji Fangze was originally looking at it seriously, but when he noticed Ye Cheng sneaking towards him, the picture in his hand suddenly became boring.He didn't raise his head, but the corners of his mouth were already raised, quietly waiting for Ye Cheng's "sneak attack".

But before he could wait, the string of wind chimes under the eaves rang.

Ye Cheng opened the barrier outside the house.

There were five or six people standing at the door, and the one in front was a middle-aged man in a gray robe.He has a gentle and handsome face, he doesn't look very old, but his hair is all white, and there is a haze between his brows that cannot be shaken off.He looked at Ye Cheng, his black eyes were like a pool of still water: "Fellow Daoist Ye, I have something important to discuss, so I have to come here to bother you, I'm really sorry."

Ye Cheng didn't recognize who it was at first, but soon, he showed shock and took half a step forward.

The man in the gray robe: "Can we move forward and talk about it?"

Ye Cheng rarely avoided Ji Fangze, but this time, he did not refuse this person's proposal.

Ye Cheng didn't leave for too long, and came back alone in less than a cup of tea.

"We have to go back to Qingya." Ye Cheng paused and said in a low voice, "The senior just now is the husband of Master Qinglian."

When Ye Cheng was young, he had a double-sided relationship with this pair of Taoist couples. He still remembered that the girl was lively and loved to laugh, and the man was elegant and amiable. Now when we meet again, it is one who is incarnated into nothingness, and the other with long white hair.

Ji Fangze didn't speak, just listened to Ye Cheng quietly.

Since they broke through the last barrier between Taoist couples many years ago, their relationship has become more and more intimate and natural.When the two are alone together, even if they each occupy a corner, doing their own thing, and meeting their eyes, there is tenderness and entanglement in it.

But today, Ye Chengming was standing in front of him, less than an arm's length away, but Ji Fangze had an illusion of being untouchable.

"Three days ago, something happened in the abyss. Suddenly, there was a violent explosion in the abyss. It was much stronger than when it was suppressed back then. Master Qinglian was caught off guard and bore the brunt of it. The eye of the formation is barely suppressed. The current formation can only last for another fifteen days at most, and another formation must be superimposed on it. Now there are no other real people in this world, only the monks of the Mahayana stage will stand on top."

Ji Fangze looked into Ye Cheng's eyes, and there was still a last ray of hope in his heart: "Do you want to go back to Qingya to sit in town?"

It is impossible for Qingya to stay out of such a matter.If there are all monks in the Mahayana period, it is really necessary to have someone with strong strength to sit in charge.Ye Cheng is only one step away from Mahayana, and he is indeed the most suitable candidate.

Ye Cheng said softly: "The formation requires not enough Mahayana monks. I want to go back to Qingya to retreat and attack Mahayana."

The author has something to say: Good night!