go with the demon

Since ancient times, there have been many legends about resurrection, but Han Ting knows that so far, only one or two people have really been resurrected.

He looked at the ashen-looking young man lying on the bed, and his heart ached, but he also knew that it was useless to be sad and blame himself, what he needed was a solution to the problem.

Han Ting first went to the next city to slightly revise Li Yunxiu's memory, sent her home, and then brought Shu Li back to the bamboo house. Amian Xiaobai was worried, and followed her with the child.

Outside the bamboo house, there is still a barrier set by the man, which is safer than other places.Han Ting went through all the bamboo slips that the man left for him, and actually let him find the pill of resurrection in the relics of the man. What was even more surprising to him was that most of the relics of spiritual grass materials also contained .

Han Ting tidied up the things in front of him, and couldn't help muttering in his heart, why did that person collect these? Was he trying to revive someone?Why didn't it work in the end?

No matter what, Han Ting is so thankful that the person didn't use them at this moment, otherwise there would be no such materials for him to find in today's world.

According to the recipe, the man threw unnecessary things back into the bell one by one, and Xiao Bai came over anxiously: "Master Han Ting, can you get all the ingredients together?"

Han Ting's hand was hanging in the air, and he smiled helplessly and said, "He even has a thousand cups of furnaces, but he doesn't have 'Zhaomu' alone."

Chaomu is the most common one of all materials, to be exact, it is a more common one in the era of cultivation, almost every sect can plant it, and Chaomu is also the medicine guide of many elixirs.

The reason why it is called Chaomu is because this spirit grass germinates in the morning and withers in the evening, and according to the medicinal properties of different medicines, the time requirements for picking Chaomu are also different, so few people will stock up on this spirit grass.

Who would have thought that after thousands of years, such medicinal materials would be so rare.

The elixir needs to be cooled with boiled water in the morning and evening, and then taken. Han Ting smiled wryly while holding the refined elixir. He didn't expect that the hope that was in front of him was not stuck in the soul-returning elixir.

"Master Han Ting." Xiao Bai looked at the boy on the bed worriedly: "Master Shu Li will be fine."

Han Ting patted his head, and put the Returning Soul Pill into the bell, as if comforting Xiao Bai, but also comforting himself: "I will definitely find Zhao Mu."

"You guys are here to help me take care of Ah Li. If you are in danger, tear up the talisman paper. I'll go find Yaoyin." Han Ting instructed the two young ones, then turned and left the bamboo building.

Xiaobai lay on the young man's shoulder, looking at Ah Mian sadly: "A Mian, Master Shu Li has become so cold. When I was lying in my pocket before, he was always warm and very comfortable."

"Amian, I like Master Shu Li very much, very, very much."

Ah Mian walked over and hugged Xiao Bai tightly.

"Actually, there is the easiest way, right?" Xiao Bai grabbed his hem: "Master Han Ting clearly knows about it."

Ah Mian was silent for a while, her hoarse voice was choked with sobs: "I like it too, but I like you more."

"I don't have much time. It's like a dream to live for so long and have a baby with Ah Mian. Ah Mian can take care of me so well, so she can take good care of the baby too." Xiaobai silly Xixi smiled.

After giving birth, the sequelae of Xiaobai's incomplete horns broke out in an all-round way, and her body became weak rapidly.

"Three days, let's wait for three days, maybe we will find Zhaomu?"

"it is good."

However, they all knew very well that if there was no day and night on this mountain, it would probably not be possible in this world. Three days was enough for Han Ting to go over the entire mountain.

On the fourth day, Han Ting still didn't ask Qi You for anything, or it could be said that this method was not included in Han Ting's calculation from the beginning.He is a monster, not a ruthless evil, besides, Shu Li likes these two young ones so much.

"Master Han Ting, let me help too. There is an enchantment here, Xiaobai can just look at it." Ah Mian suddenly said, "We are very good at finding things in some hidden places."

Han Ting froze for a moment, didn't think much, nodded and hurried out, today he was going to a farther place.

After seeing off Han Ting, Ah Mian did not leave the bamboo building, but smiled at Xiao Bai.

"Don't come to me in a hurry, I will wait for you obediently." Xiao Bai kissed Ah Mian.

"Well, don't run around."

"it is good."

Not long after Han Ting flew away, he suddenly felt that the talisman left behind had been destroyed. He panicked and rushed back immediately.

There was no sign of the barrier of the bamboo building being destroyed. The man hurried in and was relieved to see the boy lying on the bed safe and sound.

Han Ting wondered, if Shu Li was fine, why would Xiaobai tear off the talisman paper? Could it be that the two of them were in trouble, and the man just noticed that the three Qiyou were not in the house.

"Xiaobai! Ah Mian!" Han Ting shouted twice, but got no response, and turned his gaze to the table.

Just now he was only thinking about checking on Shu Li's situation and didn't care about other things, but now he saw a bowl of water on the table, very clear water exuding a cold fragrance.

There was a note under the bowl, and Han Ting pulled out the note. The words on it were a bit small, but it was quite large if calculated according to Qiyou's body shape.

The man carefully identified it, and the content on it was probably, Ah Mian went out to look for Chaomu, and met Qi Youqun, and they happened to know where Chaomu was.With their help, Ah Mian picked Zhaomu, and the patriarch of Qiyouqun invited them to join when he learned that the two had a child.

However, Qi Youqun's stay here was very short, and Ah Mian could only boil the medicine and asked Xiao Bai to tear up the talisman paper to notify Han Ting, but Qi Youqun was in a hurry to set off, so they left first.

"There will be a period later?" The man's eyes were rarely wet, he closed his eyes, his Adam's apple moved slightly, this kind of lie is full of loopholes, Qiyou is really not good at lying.

Not to mention the lack of time, morning and evening need Chen Shi, and now it is past noon, the only one who can ignore time and use it as medicine is Qi You.

Han Ting sat at the table for a long time before slowly picking up the bowl of water and walking to the bed.He stuffed the medicine into the boy's mouth, took the water from the bowl in his mouth, put it on Shu Li's dry lips, and got in.

Ah Li, you have to wake up, you have to live a long, long time to be worthy of this bowl of medicine.

Shu Li felt that he had slept for a long time, he seemed to have never slept so deeply, and he didn't even dream.When he opened his eyes, he felt like he was falling apart, and it took a long time for his dull brain to remember what happened before he fell asleep.

"Han Ting!" The boy screamed and sat up, only to feel the warmth behind him, being hugged into a familiar embrace.

"I'm here." The man buried his face in the boy's neck.

"You're fine, that's great." Shu Li breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly found himself in a strange place, and asked aloud, "Where is this? Why am I here?"

"This is..." Han Ting paused for a moment, and changed his words: "It's where I live. You were injured. I was afraid that your mother would be worried, so I brought you here to recuperate first."

"Alright, so I don't scare her. How long have I been asleep? I feel dizzy." Shu Li rubbed his temples.

"Slept for a long time." So long that I almost thought you wouldn't wake up.

"Then let's go back quickly."

Shuli will soon realize that Qiyou is gone when he returns home, Han Ting hesitates for a moment, but chooses to lie: "A Li, Xiaobai and the others have left."

"Hey?"

"We met a group of young cubs. Young cubs are more suitable for living in nature. They are now rare, and the patriarch invited them to join the group."

The young man lowered his head in frustration: "That's it, there's nothing I can do about it."

Tears suddenly dripped down on the back of his hand, Shu Li was a little dazed, he raised his hand and touched his cheek: "It's strange, why can't the tears stop? It's such a normal thing to come and go, why do I feel so sad?"

Han Ting turned his head and kissed Shu Li's cheek: "They said that there will be a period later, and they will probably come back to see us."

"Yeah." Shu Li wiped away his tears with his sleeves, and said with a smile, "Let's go home."

"Okay, go home."

All things have spirits, and all have their own time.

end

The village still maintains the tradition of offering sacrifices every year. This is the first time Xiaohu has grown up and returned to the village. On the third day after the sacrifice, Xiaohu heard that Grandpa Shu, who lived next door to them, had passed away.

Everyone in the village went to the funeral. Xiaohu stood behind his mother and looked at the mourning hall curiously.The mourning hall is very simple, with a coffin and another grandfather standing next to the coffin.

"Mom, does Grandpa Shu have no children?" Xiaohu asked strangely.

The woman "shushed": "Because Grandpa Shu and Grandpa Han are together."

Xiaohu nodded half understanding.

The night after Grandpa Shu's burial, Xiaohu drank too much water at night, and couldn't help getting up to urinate in the early morning. In a daze, he saw a strange light from the courtyard next door, and he couldn't help looking through the crack of the door curiously. past.

He saw the gray-haired Grandpa Han holding a pot in his arms, with a silver light emitting from his whole body.With the flow of light, Grandpa Han's appearance became younger and more handsome.

Xiaohu opened his mouth wide in surprise. Grandpa Han seemed to have noticed his existence, turned around and smiled at him, his ruby-like eyes sparkled, and then slowly disappeared into the morning light.

Han Ting returned to the bamboo building, but to his surprise Zixian Weng was waiting at the door.

"Have a mission?"

Zixian Weng shook his head and said affirmatively, "Lord Shu Li has passed away."

"En." Han Ting nodded.

"Master Han Ting must be looking for the reincarnation of Master Shu Li." Zi Xianweng stroked his beard.

"nature."

"Have Master Han Ting and Master Shu Li mentioned it?" Zi Xianweng asked.

"I mentioned it." Han Ting seemed to have remembered something, and his answer was a little slower.

"Master Shu Li probably doesn't want Lord Han Ting to find him," said the old god Zixian Weng, "Well, my little old man guesses, Master Shu Li must have said, 'I am reincarnated and I don't have my memory, so I know Han Ting The person I love is me, and the one Han Ting likes is me, why should I take advantage of the reincarnated me', right?"

There was a surprised expression on the man's face, as if asking how do you know.

Zi Xianweng continued with a smile: "Lord Han Ting also understands, Master Shu Li just doesn't want me to bind your feelings, I hope you fall in love with someone because you like it, instead of extending the feelings of one person to another on people."

"Why are you……?"

Zi Xianweng took out a roll of bamboo slips from his bosom, the appearance and shape were exactly the same as those on him and Shu Li.

"This is what he did?" Han Ting hurriedly took it.

"No, Master Han Ting, you made this yourself according to Master Shu Li's method. It is a bamboo slip used to store your memories. You will understand after reading it." Zi Xianweng bowed: "Little old man, first Retire, Master Han Ting has finished using the bamboo slips, just need to send them back the same way, and they will return to the little old man."

After Zixianweng left, Han Ting walked into the bamboo building, opened the bamboo slips full of doubts, and memories flooded into his mind like a revolving lantern.

This is the third time Han Ting has found Shu Li's reincarnation. In the first reincarnation, Shu Li was the concubine son of a deposed official, and in the second reincarnation, he was a young master from a family from the Republic of China.He once inadvertently lamented that Shu Li's parents were hard to deal with, and it was a matter of the second life.

Shu Li in every life is similar in nature, but his personality is much different. The acquired living environment has an unexpectedly obvious impact on his temperament.

For example, the gloomy and inferior boy in the first life, Han Ting felt sorry for him, and accompanied him to the end, but he always used the identity of a friend as an excuse to repay his favor. He really couldn't fall in love with Shu Li with that personality.

The young master of the second life is a bit self-willed, duplicity, in the current words, a deadly arrogant, really tormenting him enough, that was the first time Han Ting noticed his love.

However, no matter which one of these three lives heard him say that he would go to find the reincarnation, he rejected it with similar words.They didn't want Han Ting to extend his only affection to the new Shu Li, no matter whether he liked it or hated it.

"Even if the soul is still that one, but that me is not me, don't bring all your feelings for me to meet that brand new me. Whether I am worthy of your liking is a matter for me alone in a certain life."

"Understand?"

The man seemed to hear three different voices asking him, he smiled, and skillfully sealed the memory of his life in the bamboo slips.

"Let me selfishly keep the memory of that Han Ting, because no matter how many times, I want to meet you." The man smiled and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up again, he would only be angry with the big liar who left him without saying a word, wanting a little revenge, and then embarked on a journey to find the reincarnation of the big liar.

Finish

The author has something to say:

This story ends here, thank you all the little angels for accompanying me here.

Special thanks to the two readers of "Yan Yan" and "This Is Not Love". I am a person who is quite easy to get hit. Thank you for your continuous messages of encouragement and giving me the courage to persevere. Hug and tweet!

This road is very long, I want to keep going, I can perceive my shortcomings and shortcomings, and strive to write more and better, if there is a destiny, see you in the next article.

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