Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

Recently, a new ferryman came to the underworld. He is good-looking, hard-working, hard-working, and he is simply the number one model worker in the underworld.The only bad thing is that this man has a cold expression, everyone looks like he owes him tens of thousands of taels, so that the female ghosts can only watch from a distance but not up close.

"Hey, look, another beautiful woman was scared away." The young man held the wine pot in one hand, and patted the man next to him with the other, with a regretful expression on his face.

The man didn't even move his eyelids, and said abruptly: "Do I have to remind you that they are already dead?"

The young man's mouth twitched, and he put the jug on the boat: "Oh, I said Song Xun, you have been in the underworld for so long, can you stop thinking that you are still human?"

Song Xun patted the young man's hand away, staring at the young man with dark eyes: "Yuan, I know, I'm dead."

There is no expression or emotion, like a puppet stating a fact.

Yuan frowned, looked at Song Xun's calm pupils for a long time, and finally sighed almost insignificantly: "Song Xun, you are the most competent ferryman I have ever seen." He stretched his hand into the Wangchuan River In the middle, he raised his head and smiled, "It's been tens of thousands of years. I've seen all kinds of ferrymen, and I'm as desperate as you. I want to be a ferryman forever. But ah, they still left I..."

Song Xun looked down at Yuan who was integrated with the Wangchuan River, and reached out to touch Yuan's pale face: "I won't."

"Who knows?" Yuan smiled lightly, and his figure merged into the Wangchuan River.

Yuan is a ghost bred by the Wangchuan River, but it can't be called a ghost.The first ghost Song Xun met on the first day he came to the underworld was Yuan.

Song Xun squatted down and looked at the dark Wangchuan River.

Walk?How can it be?Where is he going?Where can he be accommodated?

So, Yeon, I'm not leaving, really.

"Ah Xun..." Someone seemed to be calling him in the distance, he was trembling all over, he raised his head stiffly, and what he saw was a man in white clothes.

The man held a jade bone fan in his hand, his blue hair was rolled up high, his headband was draped over his shoulders, and a crescent moon jade around his waist looked very cheap.

Song Xun's pupils made waves, and then his blunt expression began to loosen.He wriggled his lips and called shallowly: "Master..."

This "Master" seems to have brought a lot of disasters, making the listener frown.

"Ah Xun, it's really too late for you to come." The man smiled slightly, his fan swayed slightly, raising his black hair.

Song Xun straightened his mind and looked at the man: "Late? Are you waiting for me?"

"I've been waiting for a long time." The man nodded, his brows and eyes were as gentle as before.

"Why are you waiting for me?"

"Wait, do you need a reason?"

Song Xun suddenly laughed, and his eyes leaked out of his sockets: "Yes, Lu Hesheng, you don't need a reason to do anything, how could I have forgotten? Oh, no, you are not Lu Hesheng..." Song Xun held his hand Zhuhao's hands were throbbing with veins, "You are a god above the nine heavens, a god..."

The man paused and changed the subject: "Why don't you reincarnate?"

"Why do you want to reincarnate?" Song Xun asked back, "Your tribulation is over, why do you still care about me?!"

The man sighed, flew to Song Xun's boat, looked straight at Song Xun: "Ah Xun, I have been sorry to you all these years." As he spoke, he reached out and touched Song Xun's head, "I am yours. Master, even though you only have a short life...but I still want you to be well."

"Oh." Song Xun knocked off the man's hand, "You are just afraid that I will pester you. Don't worry, you are a god and I am a ghost. You and I... can't get together anymore. I hate It doesn't matter if you hate me or you hate me, you and I are strangers since then."

"Ah Xun, you are always so decisive in doing things." The man shook his head and stared at his hands for a while, "All I want is to ask you to be safe in this life, you only know that this life is with me as a master and apprentice, you don't know... ...Ah Xun, you only need to reincarnate once, and everything will be over, trust me, okay?"

Song Xun's eyes were dark, he stared at the man, the cold expression on his face gradually collapsed, and despair crept into his heart: "Reincarnation again? You...do you have to make me forget you?"

The man didn't speak.

"Good! Good! Good!" Song Xun said three good things in a row, "It's up to you, master, everything is up to you. So... how about it?"

Song Xun finally left and entered reincarnation.

"Why bother?" Yuan Duan sat on the boat, "Qing Huan, why are you doing this?".

The man looked at Song Xun's back: "Yuan, I was the one who pulled him into this delusion, I should help him break these obsessions that shouldn't appear in his fate."

"Qing Huan, he just wants to remember you. You are so decisive, you really fit the status of the Nine Heavens God." Yuan sneered, the thing he disliked most in his life was the cold-blooded and ruthless God.

"The obsession is too deep, and you will eventually fall into the devil's way." Qing Huan shook his head, turned around and looked at Yuan lying on the boat, "Thank you for taking care of me these few days."

"No need." Yuan closed his eyes, "I'm just bored, and it just so happens that he's here."

Ten thousand years in the Wangchuan River is really too long, he will not grow old, he will send away one ferryman and wait for the next ferryman.

Ah, when will the next ferryman come?What kind of person is he?

Yuan thought, maybe this is all his life ideas in recent days.