After becoming the paranoid sword spirit

Hearing the other party's confession, Gu Qingyun's heart was shocked suddenly, seeing the other party's sad appearance in front of him, he said eagerly: "I'm here, I'm not dead yet."

However, the other party didn't seem to be able to see him. Gu Qingyun wanted to hold his hand, but his fingers passed through his body.

In his case, the other party can't see?

That's right, theoretically speaking, he is already dead, and everything that happened in front of him is just an illusion of the past. He is Gu Qingyun, Gu Qingyun hundreds of years later.

Immortal cultivators have never talked about reincarnation, especially in his state, there has always been only the talk of seizing the house. If he dies, he is really dead, but what is the situation now?

In theory, he should have died.

This question was quickly answered.

A person appeared behind Ji Shubai, that person is now wearing a pink robe, his long black hair is loosely tied with a knot, the knot is also very casual, it looks like it can be torn off casually, He held a green fan in his hand, his face seemed anxious, but he stood in front of Ji Shubai very leisurely and said, "Huh? It's over already?"

This person was Lu Xian who hadn't shown up for a long time since the demons invaded.

Now after the war was over, he appeared here lightly again, as if nothing had happened.

Ji Shubai lowered his head, couldn't see his expression clearly, held the Qingshuang sword left by the other party in his hand, and ignored the other party.

Lu Xian shook his fan, with a sad look on his face: "Oh, poor Qingyun, it's just gone, it's so pitiful, I didn't even see him for the last time, it's a pity."

Ji Shubai stood up, ignoring the thoughts of the people beside him, and picked up the sword in his hand and the sword that Gu Qingyun held in his hand expressionlessly, and was about to leave, but Lu Xian stopped him and said: "You left? Don't you stay to talk about the old days?"

Ji Shubai walked forward with a sullen head, the distance between the two was getting farther and farther, completely ignoring Lu Xian who was standing behind.

Lu Xian didn't care either, and sighed: "It's a pity, I still have a way to revive Gu Qingyun, I thought his only apprentice would be interested, but I didn't expect the world to be so cold!"

Ji Shubai stopped in his tracks.

Lu Xian leaned lazily on the tree, looking at the sky leisurely.

"...What method?" His voice was low and hoarse.

The other party glanced at him casually, and said slowly: "This is too difficult, you probably can't do it."

Ji Shubai turned around: "No matter what the method is, I can try it."

Lu Xian shook his fan, as if he didn't hear it.

"Please."

It wasn't until these two words came out of the other party's mouth that Lu Xian raised a polite smile on his face: "Please?" He chewed the word slowly, and continued: "Don't be so extravagant, I also want to help you."

"It's just that I always like to bet with people. If you win the bet, then I will grant you one wish. If you lose..." He closed the folding fan, his eyes became cold, but the corners of his lips still curled up brightly. Laugh: "I will not bear the consequences."

Gu Qingyun saw Lu Xian handing Ji Shubai a book, the meaning of the book is roughly that if you want to get something, you need to pay the same price

Now that Ji Shubai wants to revive him, what he paid...

What is equivalent to life is life.

He saw that the other party used Qingshuang as a medium to nourish it with his own vitality every day.

Immortal cultivators have longer vitality than ordinary people, but if they are so consumed, they can only practice desperately, so that they can live longer and have more vitality to nourish.

He saw time passing by little by little, the little boy he used to be began to mature gradually, and over the centuries, those who fought side by side with him had left one by one because they couldn't resist the erosion of the years in the world of cultivating immortals.

He saw Ji Shubai throwing away his sword. When the silver-haired young man asked why he didn't need him, Ji Shubai said lightly, "I don't need a sword anymore."

He saw that the way the other party handled things became more and more mature, no matter what he did, he was methodical, and the monotonous expression of his youth became elusive with time, like a veil, no one could see through him.

His ability is getting stronger and stronger, he found a pair of eyes in the deep sea, and saw the whole world for the first time, but he didn't see how happy he was.

He knows more and more things, but there are fewer and fewer people around him.

Gu Qingyun has already forgotten everything. In the hundreds of years that he considered himself a sword spirit, he has heard too many stories of cross-species, and no matter what he sees, his mind is automatically colored.

He saw Lu Xian ask Ji Shubai to go out, saw the yin and yang twins steal the sword, and saw the scene where they met for the first time.

The other party hugged him tightly, as if he had everything, but at that time his mind was thinking, master!What exactly are you going to do with a sword? ! !

What happened next was clear to Gu Qingyun.

Gu Qingyun's life has just begun, but the other party is already counting down.

Sometimes Gu Qingyun thought, is it worth it?For a result that may fail, is it worth paying like burning your own life?

Gu Qingyun felt that everything was not worth it, but the other party used his actions to tell Gu Qingyun that he was worth it.

Suddenly he remembered Ji Shubai's smile to him when he was in Jianzhong, telling him to come back soon, with the inexplicable sentence in his tone, I'll wait for you.

What was going through Gu Qingyun's mind at that time?

Eager to get rid of the other party, eager to escape from this secret place, he didn't even bother to look back to escape.

After leaving the sword mound, he heard the news of the other party's death. At that moment, he was more surprised than sad. It was more about the question of why the other party died than the sadness that the other party died.

Perhaps after paying so much, the other party just wanted to take one last look at him, one last look at a scene he had never seen before, one last look at that person who didn't even know his face.

Gu Qingyun woke up.

When he saw Lu Xian standing beside his bed, he felt a little dazed and couldn't tell what Xi Xi was from He Xi.

It took a while before he came back to his senses, Jiang Yansheng9's yelling voice sounded outside the door, and he asked inside: "Gu Qingyun, are you inside?!"

Gu Qingyun covered his head, regained consciousness, and shouted outside the door: "Let me take a good rest!"

As soon as the voice came out, Jiang Yansheng, who was standing outside the door, snorted coldly, as if dissatisfied: "I don't care about you." After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

Lu Xian shook the folding fan in his hand and said with a smile, "Just wake up, how do you feel now?"

When Gu Qingyun saw this person, his expression turned cold instantly and he asked, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Lu Xian blinked his eyes, and said with a slightly wronged expression: "I have fulfilled Ji Shubai's wish, why are you so fierce to me?"

Gu Qingyun didn't want to talk to the other party, seeing that Gu Qingyun ignored him, Lu Xian was not in a hurry, turned his head, and said casually: "Do you want Ji Shubai to be resurrected?"

"No, this is his own choice." Lu Qing answered decisively.

There was no surprise in Lu Xian's eyes, he waved the folding fan in his hand, and said with a smile: "You are really ruthless, but... I like it."

Gu Qingyun put on his shoes, his expression didn't move a bit, and he kept calm all the time, ignoring the other party at all.

When opening the door, Gu Qingyun looked straight ahead, and said calmly: "Who are you? What is your purpose?"

Facing this question, Lu Xian shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "I really don't have any purpose. The only purpose is to hope that you can cultivate well and ascend to the ascension soon." He seemed extremely sincere when he said this.

Gu Qingyun walked out of the house, the sun was just right, the breeze was not too dry, and Jiang Yansheng was standing outside the door waiting for him, which made him a little dazed, with a faint feeling of Zhou Gong dreaming of butterflies, and suddenly being like the world.

Since Ji Shubai is dead, Gu Qingyun is the only descendant of Wuming Peak. The appearance of Wuming Peak is the same as it was hundreds of years ago. are all the same.

There was a feeling of trance in an instant, as if that person was still beside him, standing not far away.

But when he looked back, he found that the back was empty, only the people here had changed, and the rest of the place hadn't changed at all.

Jiang Yansheng was overjoyed that his brother could become the owner of the Wuming Peak. In the evening, the table was full of treasures from all over the world, and now they were made into dishes and placed on the table.

Gu Qingyun took a bite of the venison on the plate in front of him, it was fat but not greasy, it melted in the mouth, the lips and teeth were fragrant, and there was a faint aura hovering in the dantian.

He thought he had a good meal, and he didn't forget to take a nap after eating.

When he got to the room, he lay on the bed but couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning.

At first, he thought that he had eaten too much at night, so he couldn't fall asleep, but in the middle of the night, his stomach was already empty, but he still didn't have the urge to fall asleep.

The room is full of Ji Shubai's things, his pen and ink, his clothes, and his most commonly used incense.

Gu Qingyun thought it was a problem with the room, so he got up and said, "Come here, change the room, I don't want to sleep here!"

The maids watching the night looked at each other, and one of them tremblingly said: "But your lord, the peak masters of all generations have lived here!"

"Am I the peak master or are you the peak master? I say you have an opinion?"

Hearing Gu Qingyun's angry voice, the maid hurriedly prepared to go.

Although it was night, the efficiency of the maids was still very high, and soon Gu Qingyun lived in a new room.

Finally, there were no traces left by Ji Shubai in this room. Gu Qingyun lay down peacefully and closed his eyes. He thought he would fall asleep soon this time, but when he saw the dawn that was about to rise in the sky, Gu Qing realized that he was actually Insomnia.

Since cultivating immortality, he has never suffered from insomnia, suppressing the restlessness in his heart, he walked out the door.

Jiang Yansheng was still excited to see him, greeted him happily, and said, "You woke up so early!"

"Ah."

The attitude was a little cold, and the other party immediately recognized it, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?" Suddenly realizing something, Jiang Yansheng's expression became extremely sad, and he comforted him: "Sorry, I shouldn't talk about you. Sad thing, although your lord is gone, don't be sad, my good brother has nothing to comfort you, I can only drink with you to relieve boredom, or practice swords to relieve your worries."

"No, I'm not upset."

"Really?" Jiang Yansheng expressed disbelief.

"real."

"But your expression is indeed..."

"No!" Gu Qingyun interrupted Jiang Yansheng's next words: "I'm not sad, you read it wrong."

He was just a little stuffy in his chest, as if he was pressed by a stone and couldn't breathe.

Gu Qingyun thought that after a while, life would return to normal.

However, a month later, the situation did not improve. Sometimes even when he fell asleep, he would still dream of crying Ji Shubai, throwing his sword, turning around and hugging his Qingshuang, crying silently.

He would dream that two people met for the first time, he hugged himself tightly, his tone was deep, but also slightly sad.

When he dreamed of Jianzhong, he said, wait for you to come back.

Things that I thought I had forgotten, but repeatedly appeared in my mind.

Sometimes Gu Qingyun even wondered if the other party had tricked him, otherwise why would he always think of the other party.

A few days later, he found Lu Xian.

Lu Xian still looked the same as before, as if he knew someone was coming, he had set tea and candied fruit on the stone table.

"Is there any way to save Ji Shubai?"

Lu Xian was not in a hurry, poured a cup of tea for Gu Qingyun, and said in a gentle voice: "People who cultivate immortals do not reincarnate. I believe you understand this truth."

"so……"

"So it's gone." He drank the tea in the cup with a smile on his face.

"However..." He elongated his voice like a trick, and continued: "I know a way that might work."

Facing Gu Qingyun's expectant eyes, he smiled and said, "That is to ascend to immortality, not to be a cultivator."

Gu Qingyun was stunned.

"I heard that ascenders can do everything in the world, so it shouldn't be difficult to resurrect Ji Shubai when the time comes." Lu Xian smiled, pulled out the folding fan in his waist, and waited slowly for Gu Qingyun's answer.

Gu Qingyun blinked, and said in a low voice: "But it has been many years since no one ascended, and..." At this point, Gu Qingyun paused for a moment before continuing: "How many years have you lived?"

This is the question in his heart.

When he met Lu Xian for the first time, he looked like this. Hundreds of years later, most of the immortal cultivators had returned to the dust, but this person is still so young, and he has truly achieved that the years have not left a trace on him. trace.

And why is this person so familiar with such things as ascending to immortality?Even burning one's own lifespan to revive a person is a somewhat evil technique.

Lu Xian thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "I forgot."

Gu Qingyun didn't really believe that he had forgotten that sentence, but there was one thing that had been pressing in his heart for a while: "It seems that every time we meet, you will bring up the topic of ascending to immortality, and the teahouse is also the same, this time it is still the same, but No one has been in that position for so many years, but you seem to know very well..."

Lu Xian twitched the corners of his lips, seemingly smiling.

Gu Qingyun took out a book from his cuff, and Lu Xian's calm expression cracked when he saw the book.

That book was the one that Lu Xian handed to Ji Shubai for another life. After Ji Shubai's death, this book fell into Gu Qingyun's hands.

I have known Lu Xian for so many years, and I must have something in him that the other party needs, otherwise I would not have handed Ji Shubai such a book and proposed such an evil technique to revive myself.

"What do you want from me?" Gu Qingyun narrowed his eyes and said with a smile: "No matter what it is, such things must be effective if I'm alive?"

"If I die, will what you want come to nothing?"

Lu Xian's flustered expression lasted only a moment, but he immediately regained his composure and said, "Impossible, you can't do this, and besides, I'm not interested in whether you're alive or not."

After finishing speaking, Gu Qingyun immediately took out a dagger from his sleeve and stabbed at his chest. Lu Xian cast a spell to stop it, and the dagger fell to the ground.

Facing the other party's unclear expression, Gu Qingyun smiled

He said: "So, what is the method to revive Ji Shubai?"