Save the world with a plot

Sheng Junxiao gradually dissipated his spiritual consciousness, and the small village was surrounded by mountains on three sides. When you go out, you will find the town, then a small city, then several cities that are getting bigger, and finally... Shang Xuanzong.

Sheng Junxiao was shocked, this route.He quickly turned his gaze to the east side, where there was a dry riverbed, on which there were still scorched and scorched marks, hideous and terrifying, showing the flames that once burned to the sky.

His throat was a bit rough, and his neck turned with difficulty, after a while he turned to Xuan Xing, and said in a harsh voice, "Where is this?"

"The small fishing village of Li's family 70 years ago." It's just that the small fishing village that was once burned by fire is no longer a small fishing village, but a small rural village.

Xuan Xing took Sheng Junxiao's hand and walked forward, his breath restrained, and the villagers along the way did not notice the two of them.

Sheng Junxiao is a very contradictory person, and this contradiction comes from purity.Xuan Xing had this feeling from watching "The Supreme of the Three Realms".Either white or black, no intermediate colors, no turning points.

His breakthrough and fusion is imminent, and he will go into seclusion at that time, and he doesn't know what it will be like when he comes out again, and how many years will be in the future.If he didn't tell the other party about his devastated life experience before retreating, he was afraid of accidents.But he was afraid to say it, so he directly made the other party, who was barely considered a normal person, black without leaving a trace.

He wanted to heal all the wounds in the opponent's heart first, and leave a little bargaining chip for the final punishment.

Of course, Sheng Junxiao couldn't guess this intention, but he knew that the other party's actions must be to untie his knot, so he couldn't help but feel sweet.

"There is no one else who can treat me like a master." In every possible way.What else does he have to worry about?If all the previous tests were regarded as a test to obtain this kind of love, it would be too light.

"You really think so?" Xuan Xing couldn't help but stop.

"Of course." On that young face, a pair of peach blossom eyes were clear and bright, filled with the shadow of a person.

"Then... then if it's yours... compare it with mine..."

"What?" Sheng Junxiao opened his eyes wide and didn't hear clearly.

"It's nothing." Xuan Xing shook his head, "You heard wrong."

Sheng Junxiao: "..." After a while, he replied slowly, "Oh".

After finishing speaking, he sincerely said: "Master, there is no need to waste time for the disciple, and the disciple has no knots in his heart. In life, who would not encounter a few people who are not good, but the disciple is unlucky to meet a little It’s just too much, if this is the case, you will feel sorry for yourself or hate the injustice, isn’t there too much resentment in this world? In this way, the disciple is not worthy of being the master’s disciple.”

Hearing this, Xuan Xing's expression paused for a moment, and his eyes were subtle, "...you said it as if you had never held any grudges before." 30 years ago, the face of the emperor's deep second disease in Nine Serial Killing Formation was vividly remembered. .

"Uh..." Sheng Junxiao froze for a moment, wrinkled his nose, "Is the disciple going to grow up too?"

Side by side, the two walked through fields, farmhouses, and markets together.

Today is the once-in-a-month market, and there are endless shouts and sales in the market.

"Wait for me." Xuan Xing let go of Sheng Junxiao's hand, concealed his body and walked towards the old man on the side of the road, took a bag of fried fruits just out of the pan, and put down a copper plate.

The next moment, he came back like a gust of wind, and stuffed the steaming oily paper bag full of golden fruits into Sheng Junxiao's hands.

Sheng Junxiao blinked his eyes, relieved the dumbfounded just now, and stopped talking, "That copper plate—"

"In exchange." Xuan Xing's face was unnatural for a moment, and he quickly calmed down, "It's useless to give him spirit stones and jade, and gold and silver things may make him suffer. Only copper plates are just right. I see that rich businessman passing by, So I exchanged Lingyu for a copper plate." Although the exchange method is the same as the way of buying fried fruits, "the gods don't know it".

After finishing speaking, he was a little annoyed again, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

Sheng Junxiao: "...the disciple didn't ask anything." He held the oiled paper bag tightly, feeling the heat all the way to his heart, and couldn't help grinning, "The disciple is so happy."

After finishing speaking, he first stuffed a fried fruit into Xuan Xing's mouth.

Xuan Xing was taken aback, a little unaccustomed to it, but started chewing lightly, and suddenly felt that the sweets were not so bad, but they were too sticky and not good.

"When I was young, I could eat half a bag of fried fruits every New Year's Eve. Speaking of which, my adoptive parents provided me with food and clothing, and I worked hard to repay it. They want to kill me, but I have nothing to hate, not to mention they are the ones who died, and I owe it to you." Shengjun Xiao's face was slightly in a trance, and the memories that had been dusty for many years broke through the time.

"What do they provide you with food and clothing? The unlined clothes in the cold weather or the cold food that has been put out for three days in the hot summer. If you wash and cook for them, it is because they have not repaid the labor owed to you. Don't say they still I'm going to kill you, if you die instead of being incompetent, don't you have to turn into a victim?"

Shengjun Xiao recovered from his emotions: "..."

Xuan Xing couldn't believe it. Could it be that he accidentally turned a black lotus flower into a Madonna flower? Don't be ridiculous, how can he survive in the highly competitive world of comprehension? Just look at Li Yao's tragic experience.

"Do you have any brains? Let me tell you, most of your previous misfortunes were caused by your own stupidity. Don't complain about luck, they can't bear it."

Sheng Junxiao: "..." He couldn't believe his ears a little bit, his emotions were richer and more intense than before at Sunset Ridge.besides--

#我的师尊second from the flower of Gaoling to a poisonous tongue, what should I do, Qiuqixian Zhuxia, urgent#

Then he stretched out his hand and stroked Fu Xuan Xing's ups and downs chest gently, and smiled shyly, "Master, don't be angry, this disciple actually doesn't feel that I owe them, but I am afraid that Master will think that this disciple is cruel."

Xuan Xing: "..."

Xuan Xing: "Oh."

After walking from one end of the village to the other, Sheng Junxiao coaxed back his master who had been "donkey" by him.

Of course, in fact, he still really wants to know why his master knows his past so clearly that he even knows when he eats and wears.

If it was calculated, it would be too much nonsense.

However, I always feel that it will take a lot of time to coax people if I ask.

The two walked out of the village and set foot on Feijian again.

After a while, he landed in a small town again. With the previous experience, Sheng Junxiao soon knew that the other party was going to take him to the inn where he was doing odd jobs after escaping from the small fishing village.

"Master, it's time to go back to Xuanzong." He couldn't help but say, it's really hard to delay any longer.

"It doesn't matter." Xuan Xing shook his head, "There is someone in the sect to preside over it, so there is no need to worry."

Sheng Junxiao froze for a moment, his tone was really indifferent and indifferent.It is even colder than the indifference that the other party used to care about.

When did Shang Xuanzong become such a dispensable thing for Xuan Xing?

He found out in a daze that the other party's emotions had indeed become richer after leaving the exile, but now, only his emotions towards him had become richer.

He should be happy, but for some reason, he couldn't stop feeling flustered, and after the extreme, there is nothingness, this sentence was taught by Xuan Xing.

"Master, you..."

"What?" Seeing that Shengjun Xiao was hesitant to speak, Xuan Xing questioned.

In the two-way cold and bright star pupils, the warm colors are harmonious, and there is only his reflection. Sheng Junxiao couldn't bear to break this beauty, "It's nothing." He shook his head, even if there was something wrong with Xuanzong, wait They just go back and take it back, so don't worry.

Stopping and turning is another half a month.On the way, he almost passed all the places where Sheng Junxiao was not in Shangxuanzong. He was even worried that the other party would ask him about the location of Mingyuan and then go, but luckily he didn't.

Otherwise, if Xuan Xing becomes stubborn, there is really nothing he can do.

The two finally set foot on the road back to Xuanzong. The rolling Fukong Mountain is close in front of them. After more than [-] years of separation, Sheng Junxiao suddenly felt a warm hope like "a wanderer returning home". The small bamboo building on the main peak of the suzerain, the cold pool behind it, and the sword-testing forest in front of the building.

"Your peak is coming out of Xiufeng."

A cold voice sounded in his ear, and Sheng Junxiao was startled to say what he had just said in his heart.

He smiled coyly, "After all, the disciple has stayed on the master's peak for so many years. After being promoted to protect the Dharma, he will run around and not stay any longer."

Xuan Xing: "Are you blaming me for assigning too many tasks?"

Sheng Junxiao: "..."

As they approached the foot of the mountain, the two were about to launch the formation to protect the mountain when they suddenly heard the melodious sound of a piano.

The sound of this piano is average, it can be heard that it is just an ordinary xylophone.In the realm of comprehension, there is no shortage of versatile people. After a long life, they will always find some entertainment to pass the time.Especially the Yaozu are good at singing and dancing, and they are proficient in all kinds of pianos, drums, sheng and flute.Shen Huai reluctantly plucked out a piece of hair to make a phoenix-tailed qin for Xuan Ying to play. The tone and melody are by no means comparable to those of the others.

But it's the implication that makes people can't help but indulge in it.The mountains and the sea, the sun, the moon and the stars, the heaven and the earth are beautiful.It seems as if a scroll of pictures is unfolding in front of my eyes, from ancient times to vastness, from chaos, to the beginning of division of heaven and earth, to the beginning of life.

So, is that so?

Think again, see more clearly.

"Master!" Shengjun Xiao's eyes showed panic, and he saw Xuan Xing's flying sword, his eyes were out of focus, and his whole body was floating.

Being pushed heavily, Xuan Xing turned back to his senses, his mind froze, who is the person below - it goes without saying.

In this world, since Jingze's fall, he can still give him such a feeling, no... even Jingze can't give him this bottomless feeling, there is only one person, and it can only be that person.

After he woke up, the originally clear and audible sound of the piano gradually faded away, as if coming from the sky, Xuan Xing glanced down, only to see a blur.It seems that there is a thick fog that separates everything, and the eyes can't penetrate it, and the spiritual sense can't penetrate it.

Seeing the nervousness in Xuan Xing's eyes, Sheng Junxiao also became alert.

Until the sound of the piano gradually weakened, and finally returned to nothingness, the mist below faded, and there was nothing but green fields and grass.