Shangxian Cultivation Handbook

At the moment of fainting, Song Xun thought, it is better for people not to easily believe what a beast says.Because, you can never guess what a beast wants to do to you!

For example, he was brought into a field of flowers, and saw Qing Huan lying in it from a distance.Before the word 'Qing Huan' could be uttered from his mouth, he passed out, fainted!

After fainting, Song Xun felt his whole body became light, and he was on a bustling street in a blink of an eye.The cries of selling came one after another, and the sound of price negotiations between sellers and buyers also reached his ears.

what happened?

"Stop! Catch the thief!" Amidst the rustling voices, a voice suddenly called out.It was like a thunderbolt that blasted the people around.

I saw a small gray figure moving briskly through the large crowd, holding a white flour steamed bun in its dirty hands.The white steamed buns contrasted with his dirty hands, an obvious contrast.

The people around pointed at the little figure, but they all subconsciously gave way, and they didn't look like they wanted to help someone catch the thief.

Spectators, that's all.

Song Xun felt that such a time should require a hero like him to appear on the stage.However, when he saw the child's face, he was stunned.So, when he saw the child pass through his body, he was stunned and didn't know how to put on an expression.

That child, that face... isn't he in the third life!

Judging by the situation, he has entered a hallucination.

Holding the steamed buns that were still warm in his hands, the child ran quickly.He didn't dare to turn his head to look at his pursuer, for fear that if he turned his head, the man selling steamed buns would catch up to him and beat him up.

He is afraid of pain, very afraid.

Is this a joke?A beggar, a little beggar who is abused and kicked anytime and anywhere but is afraid of pain, isn't it just a joke?

Stomach growled, he looked down at the steamed buns in his arms, swallowed, his eyes were almost glued to the steamed buns.

"No!" He bit his lower lip, and then slowly tore his gaze away from the steamed bun.Although he couldn't see the steamed buns anymore, the fragrance of the steamed buns lingered in his nose, making him swallow again and again.

I really don't understand.Usually thirsty, want to swallow saliva to slow down the dryness of the throat, but there is no saliva, why is the saliva so flooded now?It's really strange.

While he was still thinking about how this happened, his collar was suddenly pulled, and he was lifted up.His feet kicked in the air, still in a running posture.

"Little bastard, bah, let you run!" The big man was like a beast to the thin child, making him tremble with fear.A pair of big hands snatched the steamed bun from his arms, while the two of them tore, the steamed bun was torn apart, half of the steamed bun was in the big man's hand and the other half rolled to the ground, covered with ashes all over the floor.

The people around were pointing, some were reprimanding the child for stealing, while others were persuading the man to let the child go.There was a lot of chatter.

"What are you doing down there?" The window in the attic was opened, and the light green clothes were exposed from the room.

"Back to young master, below is a steamed bun vendor teaching a thief." The servant standing on one side replied respectfully.

The windows were closed again: "It's just a steamed bun... that's all, close the windows tightly, so as not to disturb Sister Qinghe."

"Yes." The servants closed all the open windows around them tightly, and some even dropped the bolts.

Seeing that there were more and more people watching, the man spat: "Never mind your business!" As he spoke, he dragged the child into a dark alley beside him.

The child struggled hard, staring straight at the half steamed bun on the ground, seeing the steamed bun getting farther and farther away, feeling anxious in his heart, eager to get it back.

"Don't dare to be stubborn!" The big man waved his hand, carried the child on his shoulders, and slapped the child's waist fiercely with his strong palm.With one palm, the child felt that his internal organs were about to be punched out.However, how can this compare to the pain of not having steamed buns?

The big man hit the child very hard. He hit the child once and couldn't let go of his hatred. He hit the child a few more times. Finally, he threw the child into the dark alley, clapped his hands and spat before striding away.

This is not the first time I have been beaten, but I still feel very painful, so painful that I want to pass out.

The child's dark eyes rolled, and finally fixed on the piece of steamed bun.He moved his fingers, trying to get the steamed bun, but found that it was all in vain.

"What are you doing?" A woman's voice came from above, as clear as an oriole.

The child moved his ears, but ignored him.

"You tell me, I'll help you." A light yellow shirt fell in front of the child, and immediately after that, the woman squatted down, "Hey, tell me."

"He stole something and was beaten." Someone not far away spoke for him, "Sister Qinghe, you should go back."

Lu Qinghe turned his head, looked at the little boy standing at the corner, and felt that his younger brother was very unlovable: "A Sheng, since you saw it, why didn't you save him?"

"Save a thief? Sister Qinghe, what joke are you talking about?" Lu Hesheng frowned, feeling that his sister was getting more and more unreasonable.Asking him to save someone is a very rare thing, but he actually asked him to save a thief?This is simply impossible!

Lu Qinghe frowned, and didn't say anything to Lu Hesheng. He reached out to help the child lying on the ground, wiped the blood on his face with his right hand, and smiled slightly: "Live well, being a thief is not so easy." He took some broken silver from his pocket and gave it to the child, "Not much, but I hope it can help you."

He raised his head, wanting to see what Lu Qinghe looked like.In the past, he also heard about Lu Qinghe's reputation, such as 'the number one woman in the capital', 'wisdom and beauty coexist' and so on.But because of the backlight, he couldn't see clearly, but at least he could know that this girl was a beautiful girl, a hundred times more beautiful than those top girls in Wanhua Building.And although he didn't see Lu Qinghe's face clearly, he remembered Lu Qinghe's name.

Well, it was Lu Qinghe who saved him!

In the days that followed, he found out.How can Lu Qinghe be compared with the girl in Wanhualou?Lu Qinghe was naturally proud, how could others compare to him?The rewards and praises she has received in her life are piled up like a mountain. Wherever she goes, she is full of envious eyes. Where does she need to compare herself with others to set off herself?

Song Xun stood aside, looking at Lu Qinghe in the setting sun.After so many years, this was the first time he saw Lu Qinghe's face, the first time he looked at Lu Qinghe so completely, it was much more beautiful than the one in Lu Hesheng's painting.Facing the setting sun, the warm yellow light shone on her face, making her skin extraordinarily fair and smooth.However, at the age of 16, Lu Qinghe already had a stunning appearance.It's no wonder that the little mountain demon fell in love with her, so that she ended up in a miserable end, which made everyone who heard it feel sympathetic.

Lu Qinghe's life was only 18 years short, the first 17 years were prosperous and beautiful, he was born beautifully and was the child of the first national teacher of the dynasty, almost hugging each other.In No. 18, he was spotted by a mountain demon in Wushan and kidnapped.Afterwards, it was heard that he was not willing to die, so he jumped into the river and ended up with the rest of his life.

Song Xun was terrified when he received Lu Qinghe's kindness back then, and he kept Lu Qinghe in his heart all the time.But he never thought that he was taken back by Lu Hesheng later, thinking that he could meet the young lady of the past and do something for her to repay her kindness, but what he got was the news that the man had passed away.

Not to say it was sad, but it hurt after all.

I hadn't been able to meet Lu Qinghe before, but now I finally did.Glad to see it, that's probably it.Some people just have such magical powers, but with just one glance, people have a good impression of them.

That's probably true of every good person.

Song Xun looked at Lu Hesheng next to her again. His memory of Lu Hesheng was very vague when he was young. Now that he saw it again, he felt strange... He wanted to strangle this cold-blooded little guy to death.

The thing that Lu Hesheng does the most is: stand by and watch.The words that pop out most from his mouth are: "What does it have to do with me?" His most expressions are: indifferent face.

Well, that's the kind of person who dragged him back home and asked him to worship him as a teacher when he grew up, and the two became mentors and apprentices.It was just such a person who was supposed to hate monsters, but ended up saving a lotus monster.

Maybe this is fate, to eliminate demons and demons, but in the end he was implicated by monsters for a lifetime.

Qing Huan never expected that when he stepped into Buzhou Mountain, before he had done anything and hadn't figured out where to find Song Xun, he fell straight down in a sea of ​​flowers.

The moment he passed out, he suddenly regretted coming to Buzhou Mountain.At that time, Song Xun could be rejected, why bother to come to Zhoushan?In fact, it was just a Shen Yuan, and it was just a moment of grief.

He has never been a nosy person, why did he agree to Song Xun to come to such a place?Probably he was out of his mind at the time.

When entering the illusion, Qing Huan was unusually calm.However, what he didn't expect was that the illusion he entered was the time before he became a fairy 1 years ago.

"What do you mean!" Qing Huan frowned, and communicated with the Phoenix Fire outside the Illusion through his spiritual consciousness.

"This is the obsession in your heart..." Fenghuang's voice sounded, and there was a trace of sarcasm in his tone, "One thought becomes obsession, you can't forget what hurts you, you will do it again Go through it."

Qing Huan waved his hand, and his sleeve drew an arc in the air: "I'm afraid I will disappoint you. The future and the past are just like the past, even if I see you again..."

Before he finished speaking, his gaze fell on the child who was struggling to climb the tree to pick the fruit.

That's...Xue!