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Chapter 26

Someone was standing on the bridge holding an umbrella, and his scarlet mouth was particularly eye-catching on his pale face.

"Coming?" The umbrella holder was playing with the umbrella handle in his hand, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

"jingle--"

The sound of the bell was clear and sweet, and it seemed extraordinarily brisk in the heavy footsteps, just like the heart of the umbrella holder at this moment.

"You were born in Manshan, Qinghai, don't you want to go?" The speaker was wearing a Tsing Yi, his brows were furrowed, and he looked worried.

"No." The umbrella bearer replied with a smile, "That's where you cultivators go, I don't want to join in the fun."

"I don't believe it." The man was extremely excited when he spoke, and even the bell tied to the green sword in his hand was ringing non-stop.

The umbrella bearer put away the umbrella suddenly, he sighed and said, "You cultivators are always so unreasonable."

The man pursed his lips and glared at the umbrella bearer, the bell hanging on the green sword suddenly stopped, and the "jingling" sound that had been lingering in his ears stopped abruptly, so abruptly that the man in blue looked down at his hand The green sword in the sky.

"Actually, I've always hated that bell of yours." The umbrella bearer dug out his ears, most of his face was covered by a white cloth, making it difficult to guess his expression at this time.

"Do you want to do it?" The man in Tsing Yi held the green sword and stared at the umbrella bearer intently.

"I don't want to." The umbrella holder suddenly curled his mouth, as if he was in a good mood, "You can't beat me."

The man in Tsing Yi snorted coldly, ignored the umbrella bearer in front of him, and turned around without hesitation.

"Oh, you really don't want to fight anymore?" The umbrella holder's tone was somewhat regretful.

"I can't beat you." The man in Tsing Yi said.

"You haven't fought yet, how do you know you can't fight?" the umbrella bearer asked briskly.

"Qinghai is full of mountains, you don't want it, I want it." After the man in Tsing Yi left these words, he was nowhere to be found.

The umbrella bearer was still standing on the bridge, he put his umbrella on the ground, and sighed a few times bored.

He could hear someone walking on the bridge, and he waited patiently.

He suddenly heard that voice roaring dryly: "If the sky has love, the sky will grow old, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes."

interesting!

But why is this sound not quite right?

The umbrella bearer is getting impatient.

Until the sound of footsteps suddenly turned into the sound of hurried running, the umbrella holder quickly grabbed the umbrella and followed happily.

He Chunlin has been running, he can't figure it out, he was still relieved that he didn't bump into anything strange a few days ago, today he just came out on a whim to relax and express his feelings, how did he meet that ghost thing!

He Chunlin was running out of breath, but he didn't want to stop for a moment.

"What you said just now is really interesting."

He Chunlin turned his head and found that the umbrella bearer had followed him at some point, and was walking side by side with him.

He Chunlin stopped running, he knew he couldn't.

If God gave him another chance to start again, he would definitely cherish the time when he was in Wang Cheng's arms, and never go out of his way to express his feelings!

"Immortal, I was wrong." He Chunlin bowed his head and apologized sincerely.

"I'm not a fairy." The umbrella bearer laughed.

"Hero, please let me go..." He Chunlin was about to cry, he was afraid that this person would slap him somewhere if his brains were twitched, and he would go back to honeymoon with Wang Cheng, so drunk and gentle!

"What you said just now is very interesting." The umbrella bearer grinned with Zhang Hongyanyan's mouth.

He Chunlin didn't expect that he would get crazy if he recited a poem on a whim!

"I didn't say that..."

"Oh? Then what would you say?" the umbrella bearer asked with a smile.

He Chunlin said with a sad face: "I just want to say that people are doing it, and the sky is watching. Don't pretend to be b again, pretending to be struck by lightning..."

Umbrella Holder: ...

"You're talking nonsense." The umbrella bearer didn't know the meaning of He Chunlin's words, but he also knew that He Chunlin was talking nonsense.

"No..." He Chunlin almost knelt down for the umbrella bearer.

The umbrella bearer twirled the umbrella in his hand, and said without interest: "That's all, I don't care about you."

Seeing that he escaped, He Chunlin immediately prepared to escape.

But before he even took a step, the umbrella bearer asked: "I once said, if you and I meet again, you will tell me Shen Yuqing's fourth 100 years."

Where does He Chunlin still remember this incident? He asked Tianzong when he would not be "every day's opportunity", and he didn't even meet Shen Yuqing. I haven't met Master Shen yet, if one day I have the chance to meet him, I will definitely ask about it!"

"That's not right." The umbrella holder suddenly moved to He Chunlin's side and took a deep breath.

He Chunlin was so frightened that his spirit was tense, and he was out of his mind, and asked tremblingly: "Hero...why do you just disagree..."

"I could smell it." The umbrella bearer said, "Besides, the smell is so strong, have you been in contact with him in the past few days?"

He Chunlin was dumbfounded.

Conscience of heaven and earth, besides playing with Wang Cheng these days, the people he sees the most are the big-looking waiter in the inn and the smiling shopkeeper with sly eyebrows and mouse-eyed eyes. The head of a great sect!

No, the point is, is this person a dog?You can smell it just by smelling it! ?How deep is his love for Master Shen! ?

He Chunlin was slandering in his heart, but he forced himself to smile and said, "Hero, you probably misremembered. I really didn't meet Master Shen. I did meet Gu Ziming, the acting master, but he didn't tell me where Master Shen was." ah……"

"is it?"

"Yes!"

The umbrella bearer was stunned by He Chunlin's hoarse voice, he remembered in a daze, "What's the matter with your voice?"

He Chunlin clutched his chest, took a deep breath and said, "Ask about the troubles in the fantasy world of Tianxin Demon."

The umbrella bearer was puzzled and said, "Why did you ask Tianxin Demon Realm?"

He Chunlin couldn't bear it anymore and roared: "You sent me there!"

The umbrella bearer was really stunned by He Chunlin's yelling. He felt that He Chunlin's voice was worse than the sound of the bell, but he only took a few steps back, keeping a certain distance from He Chunlin, and had no intention of leaving, "I I didn't send you to ask about the Heavenly Heart Demon Realm."

"Obviously it was you who waved your hand and used some evil wind to blow me over!" He Chunlin no longer cared about the mysterious identity of the umbrella holder. He felt troubled when he thought of what happened in the fantasy world of Wen Tianxin Demon, "Yes You said to send me and Wang Cheng to ask Tianzong, I know your intentions are good, but can you consider sending them to a safer place, you just throw people there casually, luckily I came out, Do you know that it took me a whole month to come out, and after I came out, I was forced to separate from Wang Cheng for half a year, do you know what I was thinking?"

"What do you think?" the umbrella bearer asked with a smile.

"If I can cultivate immortality one day, I will definitely slap you and send you into the fantasy world of Wen Tianxin!"

"You haven't cultivated yet?" The umbrella bearer's focus was never on the same channel as He Chunlin's. He Chunlin was so anxious that he felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his throat.

"The Illusory Realm of Wen Tianxin Demon is a place where disciples of the inner disciples of the Tianzong sect can go out. How can I send you there?" The umbrella holder said with a smile, "What's more, the Illusory Realm of Wen Tianxin Demon has opened once in these years, I vaguely remember it. That was when Shen Yuqing first entered Wentianzong, that is, more than 1000 years ago? It is said that Shen Yuqing insisted on going, and the head of Wentianzong at that time reluctantly opened Wentianxin Demon Realm, and neither did I How can the head of Wen Tianzong open Wen Tian Xin Demon Realm?"

"What do you mean?" He Chunlin frowned and asked puzzledly, "What do you mean that only the sect leader can open the Illusory Realm of Asking Heavenly Heart Demon?"

"Literally." The umbrella holder suddenly held up the umbrella, and said slowly to He Chunlin, "It's going to rain, do you need to cover it for a while?"

He Chunlin looked up at the cloudy sky, gloomy, and then at the umbrella in the hand of the umbrella holder, which was tattered.

The umbrella holder seemed to know He Chunlin's suspicion, and said with a smile, "Although the umbrella is a bit torn, it can still keep out the rain."

He Chunlin still hesitated a little, he suddenly felt that the point is not whether the umbrella is broken or not, but whether he wants to be under the same umbrella with this person!

But He Chunlin couldn't bear to think too much. There was a thunderstorm from the sky, and the pouring rain fell down with a bang. There was no chance for people to react. He Chunlin, who became drowned in an instant, looked at the umbrella bearer whose clothes were not wet at all. , gritted his teeth and walked into his broken umbrella.

When He Chunlin hid under the broken umbrella of the umbrella holder, he was suddenly pulled into the umbrella by a mysterious force, without giving him any time to react.

At this time, the umbrella bearer continued to smile. He was standing alone in the rain with a broken umbrella, and his bright red mouth was still smiling. After a while, someone came out of the rain. , but his body was not wet by the rain at all, as if the rain had avoided it by itself when it touched him. The man looked at the umbrella bearer and asked coldly, "Did you see him?"

The umbrella bearer smiled and shook his head.

"Long time no see, Master Shen."

"Ah."

"Are you still looking for him?" asked the umbrella bearer.

"Ah."

"It turns out that Master Shen will also find someone." The umbrella holder covered the corner of his mouth with his hand and giggled, "Are you still the heartless and desireless Master Shen?"

"None of your business."

"Master Shen, I almost can't remember what you looked like before." The umbrella bearer pursed his mouth and lowered his hands weakly, "At that time you had no spiritual roots and were dull and dull. Although your appearance didn't change much, but Who in the world of cultivating immortals can connect the master Shen, who is a monk in the late Mahayana period, with the wood-like Wang Cheng?"

Wang Cheng, no, Shen Yuqing glanced at the umbrella bearer coldly, pursed her lips and said, "If you see him, take him back to the inn."

"Why?" The umbrella bearer was puzzled, "Why should I help you?"

"The souls in your umbrella, I will find them for you." Shen Yuqing said.

The umbrella holder under the umbrella raised the corners of his mouth, "Then I will thank Master Shen first."

Shen Yuqing stopped talking and disappeared under the rain again.

After Shen Yuqing left for a long time, the man holding the umbrella pulled He Chunlin out, yes, from the top of the umbrella.

He Chunlin regained his new life, looking in horror at the broken umbrella in the hand of the umbrella holder, the unattractive appearance was enough to make He Chunlin back away, He Chunlin didn't care whether it was raining or not, he even rolled and crawled back a little Zhang Yuan tremblingly said: "What kind of ghosts are in your umbrella!"

"It's ghosts." The umbrella bearer walked up to He Chunlin with a smile and said, "My umbrella is only for ghosts."

He Chunlin's Adam's apple squirmed up and down a few times, and his eyes were as big as Tongling. How dare this man be a Taoist priest?

It was the first time he saw a Taoist priest who looked more like a ghost than a ghost!

"Did you hear that?" The umbrella bearer slowly squatted on the ground, and hit the umbrella on the drenched man's head, "Go back?"

He Chunlin's brain couldn't react for a while.

"Wang Chengcheng is Shen Yuqing, and Shen Yuqing is Wang Cheng." The umbrella holder said, "I just said, you are also a person with a fairy fate."

He Chunlin lowered his head, his hoarse voice seemed a bit vicissitudes and decadence under the rain, "Go back...why don't you go back..."

"He lied to you." The umbrella bearer said, "He is not Wang Cheng."

"En." He Chunlin lowered his head, and weakly uttered a single syllable, "Got it."

The umbrella bearer asked, "Why did you go back when you knew?"

He Chunlin gritted his teeth and asked in a deep voice, "Where are you going to send me to Wen Tianzong?"

"Where is the place where Wen Tianzong recruits disciples?" said the umbrella holder, "Because Wen Tianzong only accepts disciples with dual spiritual roots, so it is recruiting disciples every day. After all, there are very few people with dual spiritual roots... What a pity to miss it."

"Really?" He Chunlin seemed to be asking the person holding the umbrella, but he also seemed to be asking himself, "Then why are there more than a hundred disciples in the Qin generation..."

"You already have the answer yourself, why do you still ask me?" The umbrella bearer smiled, "That's all, I was also curious about your whereabouts, so I inquired about it. I was able to show up, so the matter of accepting disciples came to an end... Hey, why are you crying?"

He Chunlin wiped his face with his rain-wet sleeve indiscriminately, "No, I just feel that I am the stupidest one."

"Do you need me to take you back to the inn?" asked the umbrella bearer.

"I'll go back by myself."

"Then...we will see each other again by fate. Next time, you have to tell me what happened to Master Shen in the fourth 500 years." The umbrella holder stood up, and held up the umbrella without caring about He Chunlin who was drenched on the ground. Staggeringly, he walked towards Yumu.

He Chunlin let the rain hit him, and after a long time he asked, "System, can you talk?"

"Host……"

"The great opportunity you mentioned, do you mean this? Wang Cheng was not an idiot, but asked Shen Yuqing, the late master of Tianzong Mahayana."

"Host, don't be sad..."

"No." He Chunlin smiled helplessly, "I really don't, I'm not so hard on it."

"Host, this rain will continue, you can continue to cry for a while, someone is coming, I will tell you, promise, no one will know..."

Hearing the reassuring voice of the system voice, He Chunlin said helplessly, "What about the reward?"

"Host……"

"give me."

"Ding dong, congratulations to the host, congratulations to the host, the progress has been completed, five hundred high-grade spirit stones have been obtained, eight "The Elder Scrolls", successfully collected volumes one to eight of "The Elder Scrolls", successfully synthesized "The Elder Scrolls", I wish the host... "The system sound cut off, and the rain was so heavy that it buried He Chunlin's crying in the rain.

"I'm so stupid!"