A low-key old story

Zhen Jinglan opened his eyes suddenly, and the water surface under his feet rippled layer by layer. He rolled his eyes, and the self in the water was no longer a child, but the one he was most familiar with.

"Hey, are you here?"

A strange voice sounded out of thin air.

"Who are you?" Zhen Jinglan asked after a long time, as if he had fallen into a dream.

"My name is Mu Zishu. I know you. Maybe you haven't heard of this name, but you must know Li Yuan."

Zhen Jinglan looked forward, except for the boundless water, there was nothing else.

Li Yuan could be said to be his old enemy, but he wasn't.Although the two have never fought, they have been involved in many things both openly and secretly. Although Zhen Jinglan wins more and loses less, he also suffers a lot of boring losses.The disciples of the two sects have always disliked each other, and they would fight each other whenever they met.

"You are Li Yuan?" After an unknown amount of time, Zhen Jinglan spoke again.

The voice answered quickly: "That's not true. To be precise, I am the manipulator behind him, and I have no strength."

Zhen Jinglan blinked: "Is it the same as now?"

"It's not the same." Mu Zishu's voice was filled with a three-pointed smile, and he said in his mouth that he deserves to be an old guy who has lived for a thousand years, "You will understand when we meet next time. "

With a thought, Zhen Jinglan stretched out his hand to grab a wisp of water spirit, and the water spirit obediently jumped up and fell into his hand.

He asked after a while: "How can I see you?"

Mu Zishu smiled and said, "I've always been in front of you."

Zhen Jinglan was stunned, the water spirit in his palm dissipated with a snap, and the images of tranquility around him were shattered like a mirror, and snowflakes fell one after another.

He saw a person.

The appearance is very strange, but the smile is the same as that of Li Yuan.

"Nice to meet you." Mu Zishu turned sideways slightly, and raised his hand to signal, "This is my personal space, to be precise, my thinking space."

Zhen Jinglan followed his gaze to look over, the feasting and feasting were extremely extravagant.His thinking was so slow that it was difficult for him to understand everything he saw.

Mu Zishu saw him staring at the things on the low table, Mu Zishu said: "I know you are confused now, but in your current state, it is difficult to explain. When I have a chance in the future... I will teach you how to use Baidu .”

Zhen Jinglan didn't know why, he could hardly think, as if his time had been slowed down by tens of thousands of times, and he could only watch the people in front of him talking enthusiastically and non-stop.

Mu Zishu introduced to him all the objects that could be seen around him, and couldn't find anything else, so he scratched his head, "But don't worry, although this is my home field, I have absolutely no malicious intentions Let's put it this way, you may still be a little uncomfortable now, isn't this the world of cultivating immortals, and when your cultivation level improves, you will be able to have normal conversations with me without restriction."

Zhen Jinglan nodded slightly, her dark eyes were extraordinarily clear, as calm as the surface of water.

"I didn't... have... seized... give up..." He suddenly remembered something, but his speech became slower and slower, and it became more and more difficult.

"..." Muzi Shuxin said that as expected, this little bit of Taoism can't support the two people appearing at the same time. If you don't practice some ghost Taoism, you will die or you will die.

"It's true that you didn't seize the house, but your death was caused by me. I gave you the chance to be reborn to make up for it... Hey, strange, this is not allowed?" He paused for a long time, scratching the back of his head, " Well, well, you probably won’t remember this passage when you wake up, but I still want to tell you that I’m sorry for what happened to you, but I have reasons for doing this, and I hope you can understand.”

Seeing that he still didn't react much, Mu Zishu sighed and said, "Well, you can rest here for a while, and you can do whatever you want. I have a task, and I'll deal with it."

Mu Zishu disappeared out of thin air, leaving only darkness in the relatively dark place.After a long time, Zhen Jinglan opened his eyes in the darkness, and a strong blue light burst out from under his feet to illuminate the room.The light gradually softened, and Zhen Jinglan once again saw those inconceivable things clearly.

Beside him is a large fish tank as tall as a person. I don't know what kind of material it is made of, but he can clearly see the fish inside.When he raised his hand to touch it, the fish that had been swimming leisurely were startled and burrowed into the fake coral one after another.

"Reality or illusion?" Zhen Jinglan murmured.

It was not yet dawn, and there was a lot of fog outside the window.

Zhen Jinglan sat up abruptly.

Is it a dream?

Zhen Jinglan looked around blankly in the darkness...here is...

He lifted the quilt with one hand and ran outside.White clouds came out of Xiuxiu in the sky, churning and lingering, several high mountains floated in the sky, and there were occasional birds chirping, and there were endless chants.Snow fell in the empty courtyard. Between the two towering trees in the northwest corner, a swing made of vines swayed slightly. The spiritual power injected into it had disappeared after the sun and moon changed. The snow on the ground was mixed with dead leaves. , slightly depressed.

He was familiar with every plant and tree, and his heartstrings, which were calm and calm, were slightly touched.

It's Xingyunzong!

He is back?

Zhen Jinglan stood in place for a while, feeling that all the veins in his body were opened up, he summoned his spiritual power and rushed towards his original residence, breaking the two restrictions in front of the door with ease, Zhen Jinglan pushed the door open and entered .

Suddenly, Zhen Jinglan frowned, and there was movement in the inner room.

Pillow Jinglan pressed against the wall, and quietly pushed open a crack in the door.The inner room was steaming with mist, and the strong smell of medicine almost smoked Zhen Jinglan out.He has always disliked the smell of medicine, and in order to avoid taking pills when he entered Taoism, he would rather live in a cold room for three years of penance.Obviously it is a panacea that everyone can't ask for, but when he comes to him, he becomes a self-abuse in disguise, asking for trouble, and throwing it away like a shoe.The medicine pavilion often sends the pill to Zhen Jinglan with the front foot, and the back foot is put back to the original place.Meeting such a blind person, Yaogege was always so angry that he blew his beard and stared, but there was nothing he could do.I haven't seen him touch the elixir for hundreds of years, and in the end Elder Ge could only shake his head and sigh, not knowing how this strange flower survived in the cultivation world.

At this time, this strange flower was pinching its nose and sticking out half of its head again. Through the mist, he vaguely saw a person sitting in the medicine bucket. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, and his face showed pain.Unfortunately, it was Rong Su again.Seeing Rong Su, Zhen Jinglan couldn't help thinking of Mo Xiu who was walking with him.That demon has a very high level of cultivation, and his respect for Rong Su does not seem to be fake, but why is he willing to be driven by him?

Zhen Jinglan was worried that his intrusion would disturb him, so he retreated quietly. Let's check it out by himself in the future.Zhen Jinglan has never dealt with herbal medicine in his life, and he doesn't know whether Rong Su is taking a medicinal bath to heal his wounds or resist his inner demons, or something else, and he doesn't think too much about it, no matter what it is, he can't help at the moment.

After a while, he turned around suddenly, the house seemed to belong to him...a dilapidated house, otherwise he couldn't guard against anything, what did he run there for?

Apart from her own residence, the road Zhen Jinglan is most familiar with and travels the most is to go to the Alchemy Pavilion.In a trance, he walked into the attic like this, and was filled with emotion... Ge Lao, these bottles and cans are only increasing, and it seems to be gaining again... The alchemy furnace has changed a batch, according to Ge Lao's "new Not as good as the old" concept, shouldn't another batch be blown up?

Just as he was thinking about it, footsteps came from downstairs, and he was startled, turning around habitually and wanting to run.

"Pillow shock! Stop for me!"

A roar that contained anger almost bombarded his eardrums, obviously he could resist the coercion with clever energy, but Zhen Jinglan seemed to have forgotten how to use it, and stuck there as if his energy was locked.His whole body was full of energy and blood, like a cat whose tail had been caught, the hairs all over his body stood up, he was uncertain.

Ge Lao is actually not that old, he looks like a middle-aged man, counted by his age, he is of the same generation as Zhen Jinglan at that time.When Zhen Jinglan first came to Xingyunzong, the old man named Canghuo was just a junior apprentice.Zhen Jinglan, except for entering the school to worship the ancestor of the priest, basically goes out for training, and rarely comes back.Until later, I didn't know what happened, so I started squatting in Xingyunzong all the year round to make troubles, and the Liangzi of Canghuo and Jinglan was formed at that time.Neither of them accepted the other, and Cang Huo couldn't beat Zhen Jinglan who was holding the Xuanshuang sword. Knowing that he refused to take the pill, he began to practice pills crazily.After losing for two years, Canghuo's alchemy became faster and faster under this level of stimulation, and the alchemy rate also increased suddenly, and he once shined brilliantly among alchemists.

From now on, only Zhen Jinglan will lose.It's not how much Cang Huo's cultivation base has increased, but that he has learned to cheat. Once a person becomes shameless, no one in the world can beat him.Cang Huo specially refined a new pill for Zhen Jinglan, saying that eating it can suppress the overflow of sword energy, and it is useless for others to eat it, but it is of great benefit to their sword cultivation.That elixir is an ordinary escort, it is no different from mud in terms of color, and it has a strange medicinal smell for a radius of ten miles when it is taken out.Cang Huo named the pill Smelly Smelly Pill, and gave it a lot of surprises.Zhen Jinglan just wanted to smash the stinky pill on his forehead, but because of the obstruction of his teacher, he had to deal with it quietly by himself.

The entire sect took special care of these two outstanding "magic" talents, especially Cang Huo, who sacrificed his precious alchemy time to accompany Zhen Jinglan to practice swords. Refining a suitable elixir, many elders felt that the relationship between the two was still as good as ever.Even the master, who has always been protective, told him, why not try one?Look at Cang Huo's despicable face again, Zhen Jinglan will get angry, there is no need to fight, as long as Cang Huo takes out the pill bottle, Zhen Jinglan will go for a walk.One day he finally realized that no one can offend an alchemist if he offends anyone.

Fighting for a hundred years is only a short moment in the endless years.The trivial festivities between the two of them have long been turned into dust and submerged in the long river of history.If they meet again, they will still stumbling each other, but both of them have a tacit understanding, no one will really embarrass the other, probably this is also a kind of way of getting along with Wanqian.

When Cang Huo came up, he saw the little baby was so shocked that his orifices were bleeding, and his hands were trembling under the wide Taoist uniform, he felt bad.

"Whose disciple are you, what are you doing in my Alchemy Pavilion? Lizhong, go get the Soul Gathering Pill."

The disappointment in his eyes flashed past, and it fell into Zhen Jinglan's eyes, knowing that his shout was just a result of habit.But he didn't know what to say. Hearing the Soul Gathering Pill suddenly regained his senses, his agitated emotions disappeared.He cupped his hands at Cang Huo, and before he could react, he swiftly swiped down from the window.

Cang Huo was stunned for a moment, then shouted from behind: "Go to the main entrance!"

This time, without any pressure, Zhen Jinglan couldn't help chuckling, the old guy was still so angry.

Zhen Jinglan suffered some internal injuries and found a random place to meditate.A figure flashed past, and soon came back with a whoosh.

"Little uncle, what are you doing here? I've been looking for you for a long time." The speaker was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, she was not surprised to see him bleeding from his orifices, and took a kerchief to wipe off the blood for him. "It's better for little uncle to run around when you first come. Most of the elders and disciples of our Xingyun Sect are very kind, but there are also some... who are not very popular. If you offend, you will inevitably suffer."

Um?In Xingyunzong, there are still people who dare not offend?Which elder has a worse temper than Cang Huo?What's going on, little uncle?