The protagonist Gong is still reincarnated

After the Chinese New Year, the guys go back to the store to make arrangements for the new year's business.

The winter night was long, Li Erbao and others were sound asleep, Zhou Yan suffered from insomnia for a while, climbed up to the roof, and stared blankly at the dark sky.After a while, I felt a little cold, so I went back to get a small table and a jug of wine.

Warm wine into the belly, the whole person is much warmer.

Recalling that more than ten years ago, the shopkeeper Mei greeted himself to come to the room for a drink.In the blink of an eye, it is 13 years.Zhou Yan poured the last drop of wine into his stomach, smiled bitterly, and planned to go back to his room to rest.After all, it is a mortal body, and I can't help the cool breeze on the house at night in winter.

A flash of light flashed across the night sky, and landed on the eastern mountain like a meteor falling.

I don't know which monk is in trouble.

Just as Zhou Yan was about to jump off the roof, he suddenly thought that shopkeeper Mei's tomb is on the east side, so don't fight any more, which will affect the peace of the dead.

Plum Town is not very big.

Zhou Yan quickened his pace along the way, and finally arrived at Dongshan before dawn, where a big hole was smashed, and some unlucky guy was lying in the hole.

"Still alive?" Zhou Yan shook his head when he heard the voice of the man in the pit, he was still an old man, to accumulate virtue for his next life, climbed down, and carried the man in the pit up.

Put the lantern close to this person's face, only to find that it was an old friend.

Zhai Junlu barely woke up at dawn. He sat up and wanted to salute his savior, but when the other person turned around, he froze:

"Zhou Yan?"

"Yes, it's me!"

Zhou Yan sat down carelessly, and didn't ask how Zhai Junlu got into such a state.

"I didn't expect you to be alive... Everyone thought you and Bu Zhenren were forever trapped in the hidden realm..."

Zhai Junlu originally wanted to ask what happened to him, but upon investigation, he was surprised to find that Zhou Yan had lost all his cultivation.

"Your cultivation level..."

"It was sucked by Lu Ying to that girl." Zhou Yan shrugged, as if he was talking about a very ordinary and trivial matter.

Zhai Junlu was silent.

After a long time, he persuaded: "Go back. Everyone misses you very much." Speaking of others, Zhai Junlu's eyes were a little red, "Senior brother died in Tianfu... If you go back, everyone will be very relieved."

Zhou Yan scratched his hair for a moment, "Senior brother? Which senior brother?" Then he laughed at himself, what else could it be, it can only be the words of the patriarch. "How did he die?"

"Junior Sister Fu Ling was captured by the demon cultivator when she went out. Senior brother wanted to save her, so he bumped into Lu Yingchao and provoked him. He took advantage of the chaos and let Junior Sister Fu Ling escape. He himself was taken by Lu Yingchao to sacrifice to the resurrection formation."

"Revival array?"

"In order to revive Ying Yuan, Lu Yingchao collected the souls of the Nascent Soul cultivator Jindan cultivator everywhere, and also got a sacred object, [Soul Retaining Wood], to fight against the law of life and death, and forcibly take Ying Yuan's dead soul from the reincarnated person. return······"

"He changed his fate against the sky, he really did what he said." Zhou Yan thought of what he said to himself when he first saw the difference in fate, that is, Lu Yingchao.

Regardless of the different paths of life and death, calling for souls and seeing, or holding fate in one's own hands, one does not want to go smoothly.

"What about yourself?"

Speaking of himself, Zhai Junlu was even more disappointed. In the past, he was extremely conceited and always wanted to prove that he was better than his ancestors, and he refused to be behind others. Now that he has failed to achieve anything, and witnessed the death of his senior brother and Rong Yin, he was a little confused.

"That fetish, [Soul Retaining Wood], caused a lot of trouble in the magic way. It is said that Lu Yingchao's resurrection formation can not only revive Ying Yuan, but also greatly increase his skill and break through the current state... "This time I was affected by the struggle between demons and Dao..."

"It's really interesting that the magic way actually fights by itself." Zhou Yan looked up and laughed, and the laughter spread far away on the slope.

"I heard that Shen Huan, the suzerain of the Dreaming Sect..." Zhai Junlu hesitantly said: "He disappeared a while ago... The Dreaming Sect was also brought under the control of Tianfutai. Some people said that Shen Huan Was used by Lu Yingchao to demonize Wenyang [Lying Soul Wood]... and Mu Qi, the disciples of Ban Bo Ting assassinated him several times, but they were all counter-killed... He took refuge in Lu After the Infant Dynasty, the cultivation base has progressed rapidly, and now it seems that it has also broken through the Nascent Soul, I don’t know what kind of magic power I have cultivated..."

Zhai Junlu said while watching Zhou Yan's expression.

"Thank you for clearing my mind! I'm going back. Goodbye!"

Zhou Yan flicked off the snowflakes on his cotton-padded clothes, and made a gesture to leave, but was held back by Zhai Junlu.

"Brother, come back with me."

Zhou Yan pointed in one direction and said, "Have you seen the tomb over there? I promise the owner of the tomb that I will live in Meizi Town for the rest of my life and not go out. I'm a useless person. Why should I destroy his last wish for selfish desires?"

"You talk about selfish desires, so it can be seen that you still want to see other people from Xuanji Sect, Mu Qi and Shen Huan, come back with me, no matter what the result is."

"I won't go back! I'm opening a tavern in Meizi Town, and it's quite comfortable, so I won't get involved in the trivial matters of your cultivation world!"

Zhai Junlu was still injured, although he could take Zhou Yan back by force, if the other party didn't pay attention, it would be useless after all. After wandering around for a while, Yu Jian returned to Xuanji Gate.

Tavern, inside Zhou Yan's room.

Probably what Zhai Junlu said this morning touched him, touched his memories that he didn't want to recall.Zhou Yan didn't go downstairs to watch the guys divide the wine, cook the wine, cook and serve the dishes as usual, but stayed on the bed in his room, meditating as in the past.

Since Zi Mansion and Yuan Ying were broken, he hasn't had a good look at his dantian yet.All I know is that as soon as I tried to use my spiritual power, my whole body would be in excruciating pain, and my veins and veins were like a dry river, burning with fire.

Cultivation is fruitless, and aura is released.

This is still in an area like Meizi Town where the aura is thin, if you meditate inside the Xuanji Gate, you may pass out from pain or explode to death.His dantian could no longer bear the condensation process of spiritual energy.And this is the basis of cultivation.

There is no possibility of cultivating immortals anymore, right?

Zhou Yan burst out laughing.

Years of painstaking training, and such an end, no one can be relieved, it is better to be a mortal honestly, live, grow old, get sick and die.

Just as he was about to get out of bed and go to the back kitchen to have a look, the [Bu Feixian] in his body rioted, jumped out of his dantian, and flew out of the window.Zhou Yan was startled, and before he had time to react, he had already grasped the hilt of the sword, stepped on it and flew into the air.

"【Bu Feixian】?" Zhou Yan anxiously called out his natal sword, he is not free to control the flying sword like before, if he falls from the sword, he will either die or be injured.

But [Bu Feixian] seemed to have more consciousness of his own, and he kept driving forward according to his own preferences.

Flying around, Zhou Yan noticed something was wrong, and asked tentatively: "[Bu Feixian], where do you want to take me?"

After flying for a day and a night, Zhou Yan was already hungry and had no strength, so he had to rely on instinct to grab the hilt of his sword so that he would not fall.

"[Bu Feixian], what exactly do you want to do?"

Probably his wailing sound had an effect, [Bu Feixian] shook three times in the air, threw him down, and fell between the branches of a big locust tree, his face was bruised in many places, but fortunately, there was nothing wrong with him. Worry about life.

Just when Zhou Yan wanted to scold Bu Feixian, the door of the temple beside the locust tree opened.

A monk in white came out, with a handsome appearance and gentle words.

"This benefactor, the little monk Chenwu is very polite. Is the benefactor coming to Fuhu Temple to offer incense?"