The protagonist Gong is still reincarnated

On the banks of the river, willows hang down on the ground, and there are countless river lanterns rippling on the water. I don't know what festival it is.

The huge evening bell echoed in my ears.On the other side of the river, the temple shrouded in white fog at night stands quietly, unaffected by the noisy voices of people on the other side of the river.

A soft laughter suddenly fell on Zhou Yan's ears, causing him to tremble from body to heart. He looked around, but there was no one there. When he looked up, he saw a huge golden banyan tree not far away. with one person.

The man was dressed in a thin scarlet Taoist robe, revealing a large white jade-like neck and two wrists stroking the jade around his waist. His long black hair was scattered among the leaves, and a pair of passionate peach blossom eyes seemed to seduce people's souls.He was disheveled and a little drunk, talking to himself, and seemed to be saying to Zhou Yan:

"For another 300 years, love is cut off, there is no love at one glance, no end to longing, and long on the other side; this time goes by the age, the fate is broken, the three lives sigh and leave the sorrow, the dream is long, and the memory is empty."

The libretto falls lightly into the sky and the earth.

The surroundings are quiet, the leaves are falling silently, and the moonlight is flowing, Zhou Yan is firmly enveloped by the dizzy feeling from the heart and soul, and it is hard to tell whether it is sadness, nostalgia, or joy.Past and present, nothing exists, as if, throwing away those noisy things, there is only this month, one tree, one tree, one wine, one person.

The wind blew gently, and the person on the tree opened his eyes filled with mist, jumped down from the tree, and opened his arms, as if embracing Zhou Yan. Like a ghost, he passed through his body and disappeared instantly.

In the rest, the extraordinarily bright moonlight lingers among the golden banyan leaves and bluestone slabs.

Zhou Yan suddenly lost all consciousness.

"Teacher, you should wake up..."

Master's slightly old voice rang in his ears.

Zhou Yan woke up startled, escaped from the dream, opened his eyes and got up.He looked at his master in a daze, the old Taoist priest with white hair and white beard, wrapped in a plain robe.

The morning breeze brushed the thin hair on the side of his face, and the scene in front of him was already the bedroom of the inn where the two lived temporarily. The master hugged him with a look of concern.

Apart from the old Taoist, there was also a handsome young Taoist in white robes standing beside his bed.

Sensing the pupil's puzzled eyes, the old Taoist introduced: "This is senior brother Pei Yuan who is your teacher, please call me uncle."

Zhou Yan was extremely surprised, his eyes fixed on Master's white beard.

"Cough cough." The old man coughed twice in embarrassment, "Brother is nearly [-] years old this year, and on weekdays...but he has a good face."

Pei Yuan immediately shot back, "Couldn't it be that you, Junior Brother Song Han, were too lazy when you were young, and you only succeeded in building the foundation when you were gray-haired?"

Feeling guilty, Song Han patted Zhou Yan on the shoulder, and encouraged him by the way: "Don't learn to be a teacher. A person who cultivates the Tao, once he builds a foundation, he will not grow old. With your aptitude as a disciple, if you are less than [-], you can be good." Build the foundation, and you will be a handsome young man for a lifetime."

"Nephew Zhou, what happened last night?"

Zhou Yan lowered his head slightly, his head was muddy, and the only clear thing was an inland river shining with silver scales.Maybe, maybe, there is also the dream just now, the moon, the tree, the figure... After thinking about it carefully, he gradually forgot even this dream, so he had no choice but to tell the truth: "I don't remember..."

"This..." Song Han was helpless and looked at his senior brother helplessly. This is his usual style. When the sky falls, his senior brother will stand up for it.

"I've checked it, and there are no traces left by demon cultivators... Judging from the spells you drew, you're not even a monk." Pei Yuan frowned, "There's nothing wrong with your disciple's body, so you won't faint for no reason. Perhaps a mortal man bumped into him."

Mortals?

Zhou Yan suddenly sighed in his heart, it only took half an hour for him to go from a mortal to a disciple of the immortal family.

I heard from Master Song Han that a cultivator may not return home once in ten or a hundred years. I wonder if he will have a chance to see Shen Huan in the future...

After the two Taoists discussed, they made a decision to return to the sect immediately, and the three left Jianghua the next day.

Before leaving, he couldn't help but begged his master to take him to the place where he passed out to see what happened.

That place is really ordinary, just a small place by the river, with a white stone fence standing beside it, separating the river from the land on both sides.On the other side of the river, there is a bustling market, and there are no temples at all. In this season, there is little fog, and there are no huge golden banyan trees. Instead, there is an ancient well that has not been out of water for a long time.

Zhou Yan was a little disappointed, but he didn't even know why this disappointment came from.I am probably a little dazed, thinking day by day and dreaming at night, that's why I have such an absurd dream.

The old Taoist Song Han comforted him with a few words of understanding, "Those who cultivate immortals will have a relationship with immortals at some point, and there are not a few people who realize Taoism in their dreams. Just relax, my disciples."

The three of them boarded the Lingbao gourd, and as the gourd rose, the prosperous and majestic Jianghua City slowly turned into a small black spot, and then disappeared, and the countless rivers turned into shimmering thin lines with different shapes. , across the ground.

Lingbao gourd circled a few times in the air, shook off three or five dense dark clouds, and leaned down.

Zhou Yan's eyes widened, and a long, clear and transparent river appeared in front of him, suspended in the air, and the entrance was the place where the Lingbao Gourd quickly broke into.

Inside the Lingbao Gourd, Song Han moved his eyelids slightly, his frowning brows relaxed, he pinched his left hand together, and drew a magic circle in the air. The white light spots that formed the magic circle scattered and flew out of the Lingbao Gourd.The light spot gradually turned into a huge light block, wrapping the whole body of the Lingbao gourd, and the gourd led the three of them, and rushed into the bottom of the river. There was transparent water everywhere, but the gourd did not touch the gourd at all.

The speed of the gourd at the bottom of the river was even faster than before, and after a while, it went upstream again and drilled out of the river.

Zhou Yan looked around and found that it was a river in a mountain. The mountain was covered by green trees, and wild animals occasionally appeared in the forest. The air was extremely fresh and the environment was quiet, which made Zhou Yan feel comfortable and relieved from the fatigue along the way.

Song Han shrunk down the Lingbao gourd and put it in his sleeves. Two years old?The old Taoist priests with immeasurable age both sacrificed their flying swords, stepped on their swords, rushed up into the sky like a shooting star, and disappeared in the vast sea of ​​clouds.The restless gust of wind hit Zhou Yan head-on, the latter could only obediently hide behind his master, and hugged his thigh by the way to prevent himself from being blown off the flying sword by the wind and ending up with no bones left.

After another few days and nights, the two old Taoist priests slowed down the flying sword, and slowly flew into the middle of a stretch of mountains.

This mountain range is similar to what Zhou Yan saw when he first came to the world of cultivating immortals. There are many green bamboos planted, and when the wind blows, the mountains are full of birds and birds fall into the forest.The sunset glow drips, colorful and brilliant, in the shape of a crouching tiger.

Although the mountain range is huge, the Xuanji Sect occupies only five of the peaks, and the three of them are going to Tongxuan Peak where the head and his disciples are located.

Tongxuan Peak is located in the north of the five peaks. Although it is not the highest, it has the most gentle terrain and is full of spiritual energy. It can be said to be the most suitable for opening caves and cultivating.

Song Han and Pei Yuan landed in front of the main hall, retracted their flying swords, and led the newcomer Zhou Yan into the main hall.

Outside the hall is a bamboo forest that can't be seen at a glance, and behind the hall is a tall tung tree forest with dense branches, among which there are countless birds and animals.

The Zhengyi hall is hidden in a clean, simple and solemn way, with nine or nine steps in front of the hall, and the wooden door is painted with Sanqing. Inside the hall, there is a stele with scriptures, and the left side is the head of the door. There are no beams and pillars. , as if flying in the night sky.

Zhou Yan is curious about everything now.

In particular, there was a ten-year-old boy sitting on the head seat, surrounded by a crowd of people, which was a bit funny, probably the offspring of some elder.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, his master and uncle bowed to the boy and said, "Senior brother, head of the sect."

Zhou Yan's eyeballs almost fell out of shock.

The headmaster noticed Zhou Yan's stunned expression, seeing such situations a lot, he didn't take it seriously.

His voice was the same as that of a middle-aged man, majestic and powerful.

"This is Song Junior Brother's new disciple?" The headmaster walked down from the high seat with a smile on his face, came to Zhou Yan, held his wrist, and asked, "Are you ten years old this year?"

"Disciple is 13 years old." Zhou Yan stared at the head's smooth hair, wanting to touch it.

"What's your name, what's your name?"

"The name is Zhouyan, and the word is Gucheng."

"I've practiced Taoism for decades, and I'm afraid that the only place I'm going to come to is the old city!" Hearing the word 'old city', the headmaster made a point.

"Since the rest of the junior brothers and sisters are here today, Junior Brother Song Han, you can show him to recognize him."

A group of disciples and elders rushed forward to claim this new little junior, little disciple.

The head introduced: "These are two disciples under my seat, and their names are Mu Qi and Mu You respectively."

The two disciples who are in charge of the sect are twin brothers. They are both extremely handsome. They look like they are seventeen or eighteen years old.The two saluted Zhou Yan from a distance, but did not approach.

There are only 17 people in the Xuanji Gate, including Zhou Yan himself, among them there are four elders besides the head of the sect.

Master Song Han, master of Xufeng, has only one disciple, Zhou Yan, he has very few disciples.

Master Pei Yuan, who is a sword repairer, masters the Ming Peak, and there are two apprentices under his seat, because following the master's taciturn temperament, Zhou Yan did not remember their names... Only based on the coldness of their faces, Zhou Yan mischievously Give them nicknames, called Bingyi, Binger.

The head is the senior brother of Xuanji Sect from the previous generation, with extremely high talent, he built his foundation at the age of ten, so his appearance stayed at the age of ten.Looking at the gray-faced and white-haired master and the childish head of the sect, Zhou Yan then looked at the increasingly handsome second uncle Pei Yuan.

Life is really ruthless!

There is another female elder, Jiang Long, Song Han's third senior sister, who is in charge of returning to the peak, and has four disciples under her seat.Zhou Yan also couldn't remember the names, following their Dan Xiu's identities, they named them Dan Yi, Dan Er, Dan San, and Dan Si as usual.Elder Jiang Long was dressed as a middle-aged beautiful woman.It was heard that like Master, she indulged in foreign things such as alchemy, which affected her cultivation.

Song Han's fourth senior brother Jiang Ming and third senior sister Jiang Long are a pair of siblings who master Yingfeng.This Elder Jiang Ming looks like a weak and handsome young man, with a white robe and a jade crown, holding a folding fan in his hand, not like a Taoist priest, but more like a scholar.The three apprentices he accepted, Rong Shan, Rong Yin, and Rong Zhi, were taller and burlier than the other.

I heard that among the three, Rong Shan is the most careful, Rong Yin is the most irritable, and Rong Zhi is careless, they all come from the opposite names.

Mu You pushed the elder brother beside him, pointed at Zhou Yan and said, "Do you think he looks a bit like Lu Yingchao?"

Mu Qi glanced at the direction of his finger, then shook his head, the cautious appearance of that man when he came to Xuanji Gate was not at all similar to the child in front of him. "

"You don't want to make trouble." Seeing that his younger brother was interested in the new disciple, Mu Qi couldn't help reminding him aloud.

"Understood." Mu You made a face at him and smiled.

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Baili Xuance: I have a brother and you don't, that's why I'm self-willed!

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