Xianjun wants me to be his Taoist partner

"Did something wrong?" Shen Qinghuan asked suspiciously: "Not good for self-cultivation? Not good for eating? Eat a lot of sour fructose in a day?"

"...It's not like this," Wei Buming smiled wryly, "It's the more serious kind."

Shen Qinghuan was taken aback, staring at Wei Buming in silence for a long time, then suddenly approached him and put the back of his hand on his forehead.

"Everyone makes mistakes. But don't worry, there won't be that day. Because before you make a big mistake, I will stop you in advance."

Shen Qinghuan's voice was cold, but Wei Buming didn't know why, but he felt comforted by being alone.

"Then, what if you committed the crime before you and I met?" He grabbed Shen Qinghuan's five fingers and pressed him to his cheek, carefully asking the last question.

"It depends on whether you are unintentional or intentional. The severity of the punishment will be determined according to your attitude. However, no matter what the mistake is, I will accompany you." Shen Qinghuan said without the slightest hesitation:

"If you make a mistake, I will be punished with you." Regardless of gaining power or losing power, regardless of joys and sorrows, as long as we can stay together.For Shen Qinghuan, it was a great fortune in the world.Even rolling in the mud with him was better than the long, hopeless years before him.

The two leaned against the corner of the wall and walked side by side, the setting sun dragged their shadows very long, Shen Qinghuan suddenly saw his own shadow looking at each other, although the distance between them was only the size of a fist, but it was difficult to take half a step forward.He couldn't help stepping sideways for half a step, the shadow finally crossed the "natural barrier", just snuggling on the other's shoulder, the two were so intimate and tender.

They stuck together and walked slowly to Ah Jin's house. Ah Jin's father was a peddler who went out to do business. Once on the way home, he encountered a fight with a demon cultivator.For so many years, the demonic energy has merged with the blood energy in his whole body, so it is difficult to remove it all at once.And today is their appointment, the time for the third time to remove the demonic energy.

Ajin was still running around outside, and a peasant woman about 30 years old opened the door. Looking at the two, the wrinkles in the corners of her eyes were full of joy.She moved out two stools from the room, while waving her hands rejected Wei Buming's help and said:

"Women who crawl around in the fields are not so delicate. Mr. Xiao, you are skinny and tender and you are not familiar with the location of my things. You should spend more time with Wei Xianren."

The woman shook her dark and rough hands. The thick joints showed that they were good at doing farm work.Wei Buming opened his mouth, but Shen Qinghuan stopped him.

"No need, it's more important to see Li Si's illness first."

"This..." Mrs. Wang wanted to say a few more words, but seeing Shen Qinghuan's firm attitude, she had no choice but to lead him into the inner room.Things like removing demon energy are really boring, if you change to a magic cultivator, you can get it done in a second.It's only because the true energy is naturally counteracted by the devil's energy that it's so difficult.

Wei Buming shook his hand and pointed to the courtyard, indicating that he was wandering in the courtyard.

Shen Qinghuan nodded, followed the woman into the back room.The most eye-catching thing in the courtyard is the embracing tree. The lush branches and leaves cover most of the blue sky in the small courtyard, and the greenery makes people feel happy.He walked slowly to the shade of the tree, and sat down on a small wooden bench to enjoy the coolness.

The small wooden stool is very small, it should be specially used by children, and it is very ugly for an adult man to sit on it.But there was no one around, so Wei Buming sat on it very naturally.On the small wooden table in front of me are some rice paper brushes, half-dried ink blots outline some crooked typing.

The unknown shook his head, it seems that Ah Jin has not learned how to control the pen and ink correctly.Seeing that there were still a few blank sheets of paper, his heart moved, and he picked up a pen to outline a man's back on the paper.He moves quickly, and he completes it in just three or two strokes.Not an exquisite painter, there is nothing but the man's back on the whole sheet of paper, but the meaning of dust on the body is revealed by the blank space.

"Ah Jin, tell me how I draw?" Wei Buming put down his brush and raised his eyebrows at the corner of his gray clothes.

The corner of the clothes moved, revealing half of his small face quietly, trembling when he saw Buming staring at him, he ran to Wei Buming with the back of his head.

"I didn't mean to peep. It's just that Wei Xianren is treating my father inside the house, and my mother doesn't allow me to watch. I think you are too embarrassed to disturb me, so I can only squat there." They got along with each other, so they mustered up the courage to stand on tiptoe and look at the wooden table and said happily:

"I recognize this, this is Wei Xianren!"

Wei Buming was amused, always felt that the opponent Wei Xianren was calling him.It was fine before, but now it feels weird to communicate at such a close distance, and I don't know what Shen Qinghuan was thinking at that time.He looked at Ah Jin curiously and said:

"Ah Jin, do you know the name of Wei Xianren?" This person is really traditional, and it's fine to learn the alias of the ancient great power to save people, but he just happened to choose a surname that is exactly the same as his own.This made him a little curious about Shen Qinghuan's alias.

"Ah? Aren't you his Taoist companion? You don't even know Wei Xianren's name?" A Jin rubbed his head and looked at him strangely.

"Of course I know, I just want to test you, whether you care about immortals." Wei Buming said intentionally, "I think you are the first one to rush to the front today, is it just an accident?"

"Of course not! You asked me to think about it." Ah Jin hurriedly replied. To prove himself, he knocked his head and began to think—he kept calling Wei Xianren Wei Xianren, but he really had to remember it.

"I remembered, it's called Wei Huan!" Ah Jin clapped his hands suddenly and said in surprise: "It's absolutely right, I saw a wooden sign with the word "Huan" hanging on Wei Xianren's waist, and I liked it happily The wording is so simple, I will never admit it wrong!"

"The immortal is called Wei Huan!"

When Wei Buming heard this, his face turned pale.

"The fairy gate is too far away for me to go, and the road to suffering in the world is too difficult. The paradise comes to Fengcheng, a land of peace and happiness without suffering or disease."

Under the shade of the trees, a few children with sky-high straps squatted on the ground singing songs and playing on the sand track.The voice was soft but out of tune, and the ending of every sentence was dragged by half a beat, and few notes in a song were in tune.However, these children didn't notice it at all, blowing their noses and singing for half an hour, making the young boy on the second floor cover his ears and want to hit the wall.

"Master, let's move to another place. The voices of these children are really too loud." The boy said weakly as he lay on the table.

"Wei Ming, calm down. You are the one who is arguing to go out, and you are the one who is disgusted here. How can you be so half-hearted, how can you reach the top of the immortal way." In the private room, a man admired the splash-ink landscape painting on the wall While laughing.It's just a vulgar fake bought in the market between shops, but this person has been watching it with relish for a long time.

"Don't stop, my goal is to be a dandy who is proficient in eating, drinking, whoring and gambling. The task of aspiring to the immortal way is better left to you, Huazuijun." The young man glanced at the picture scroll, and said flatly: "This The copy is too fake, and your painting style is completely different from your master, what's so good about it."

"It's because of the difference that I find it interesting. It's obviously the same thing, but because of the difference in personal heart and temperament, the things drawn are 'missing by a thousand miles'. Thinking about it this way, don't you think Interesting?" The man who had been turning his back to Wei Ming finally finished admiring the scroll, sat back in his seat and took a sip of tea contentedly.

Not finding it interesting at all, Wei Ming rolled his eyes.In the past few days, he had heard the servants in the mansion talk about the fairy master going out, so these days he stuck to Hua Zuijun every day, almost hanging on his lap.Finally, the master agreed to take him out, but he didn't expect to spend most of the day drinking tea and listening to the opera in this restaurant, and he didn't move for the whole day.

"Master, Fengcheng is a place the size of a palm. It's boring to come and go with so few people and so few things. Why don't you tell me about the outside world. You only told me half of the story last time."

He has heard about the outside world from the storybook, the desert where the river sets and the sun sets, the grand gathering where thousands of immortals gather, the black market where all kinds of magical spells and spiritual objects are sold, and the face like a lotus that will always appear in the stories The graceful nun and the lover he was looking for.

What's the point of such a peaceful small town, even if it's not the same in another 50 years?It was the grotesque world outside that attracted Wei Ming even more, tickling his heart quietly every full moon night, making him toss and turn so that he could not fall asleep.

"Boring? Then do you know that this city you call 'boring' is a paradise in the hearts of outsiders, and it is the place of peace that so many monks have spent their entire lives looking for." Hua Zuijun shook his head with a smile, his smile was warm and Compassion is like a Buddha statue in a monastery that does not stain the world.

"Hey! Why?" The young man asked in surprise.

"Well, I'm probably too tired." Hua Zuijun turned his head to look at the white clouds outside the window and said, "When you grow up, you will understand—even living in this world is a luxury." Sunshine Now, Wei Ming couldn't see Hua Zuijun's expression clearly, but he could read a hint of sadness from his tone.It wasn't a strong emotion, but it lingered endlessly around Hua Zuijun.

Ever since they met, Mr. Hua Zui has been smiling, but Wei Ming always feels that there are too many things he can't understand in this smile, making it blurred and sad.Even the other person is so depressed.

Wei Ming suddenly straightened his body and closed his lips, not because he understood the other party's meaning, but because he suddenly remembered the first time they met.That day, the soldiers of the city moat picked up a man in ragged clothes, pale and unconscious from the moat.The soldiers cut down two willow trees to make simple brackets and carried them to the city lord's mansion.

He remembered that his mother, who had always been gentle and smiling that day, did not smile for the first time, and his father sat in the study for a whole day.He was hanging upside down under the peach tree at that time, the whole city was undercurrents, and the maids were all huddled together, chanting something like "the first time in a century", "a man from outside", "the enchantment is unstable", " It’s hard to get peace.” They pointed to the guest room where Hua Zuijun was placed, with panic and tears in their eyes.

He didn't understand why just being an outsider would make them so terrified.

"Young City Master, what are you thinking so seriously?" Hua Zuijun waved his hand, pulling Wei Ming out of his deep thoughts. "Do you remember the transaction a few days ago? I have taken you out as agreed, so is it my turn to inspect the homework?"

Hua Zuijun took out a ruler from nowhere and shook it at Wei Ming twice. Looking at the serious-looking young man in front of him, he asked with a chuckle:

"Don't be so nervous, just a few small questions. Which sect in the cultivation world is best at alchemy?"

"This is simple, of course, is your teacher's Zizaimen. It was built thousands of years ago by Song Jiuning, who was the only one in the world at that time. It was originally nothing but a few abandoned babies who were adopted in the sight of the war. They were used as a place to teach lectures. After several generations It gradually became the number one alchemy sect in the world."

Wei Ming heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled flatteringly at Hua Zuijun, but the other party waved his hand and asked, "Then what is the number one sect in the world today?"

"Hey," Wei Ming got stuck and his face wrinkled into a bitter gourd. It's okay for the master to continue to ask questions. I didn't expect to ask such a wide range of questions, but I just asked about the part that I don't remember clearly.

Scratching his head and thinking for a long time, he hesitated, "Qionghua...Qionghua faction?"

Maybe it was the name? He looked at Master nervously, his heart pounding.The smile on Hua Zuijun's face was unpredictable, and he became more nervous when he saw that the other party didn't answer.Finally, after a long time, Mr. Hua Zui nodded slightly imperceptibly.Wei Ming quickly let out a long sigh of relief, lay down on the table and touched the sweat from his forehead.

"One last question," Hua Zuijun looked at the young man in front of him with a smile on his face, "What's the difference between the new demon cultivator and the old demon cultivator?"