[Comprehensive Sword Three] Master is on top

Boss Li Wangshu episode

The Kunlun Mountains are covered with snow for thousands of miles. It is said that there are immortal traces in Kunlun, but no one has ever seen the so-called immortals.Everyone in the world does not know that if you go further north along the Kunlun Mountains and go deep into the hinterland, there is a Longevity Cave on the highest snow peak. With handsome features, the body has not rotted for thousands of years.

On the side boulder is engraved a handsome and thin gold body, the pen is sharp as if it has exhausted all its strength.

Letter:

Kunlun is boundless, I want to take you all over the world.

The years are not lost, the mountains and rivers are still there, your bones are on the side.

I can't figure it out, I try my best to keep you alive.

I don't understand why God wanted my disciple to die.

What did i do wrong?

Yong Ji silently looked at the words engraved on the boulder, and turned away for a long time.Until now, he still couldn't comprehend what kind of mood Ningxiu had at that time to bury the body of "Li Wangshu" in the depths of the Kunlun Longevity Cave.

After Ningxiu took Li Wangshu out of Mount Hua that day, the master told him that Li Wangshu was just a puppet, with three souls and six souls barely holding a living soul in his body.As his eternal stand-in, he grew up in the audience of Chunyang.

Because he is not a complete person, Li Wangshu is rigid by nature and does not know how to adapt. Because he is not a complete person, he can't remember too many things and no matter how hard he works hard to complete his studies.

The Li Wangshu that Ningxiu took away was just his eternal substitute.

Yongji's real name is Li Wangshu, and his identity is extraordinary. Many people stared at his life. He was sent down the mountain and changed his name to Yongji. In the same year, there was a senior brother named "Li Wangshu" on Huashan Mountain.

……

Time has passed too long. From the beginning of cultivation to the immortal soul soaring to the fairy world, it has really been a long time.He thought he would forget the mourning look in his eyes, but some people can forget if they want to.

The first time he thought of Ningxiu was when he went to the mortal world to relax. The little girl in the form of Huagu Xiaoyao had a pink face, a small face that was exquisite and picturesque, and what she could say and do would ruin people's three views.No matter how old Yongji was and how well-trained he was, after Hua Luoli used a trick to cut off his offspring, his three views were somewhat shattered under the little demon's feet.The little demon snatched the gourd from his waist.Yongji subconsciously wanted to slap the little demon to death, but he remembered Ningxiu's face.

The gourd was given by Ningxiu, and it was polished very elegantly. Yongji used it to hold water, wine, and pills, and later refined it into a close-fitting magic weapon, which he carried with him.Easy to use and easy to see.

That day, Hua Luoli smiled arrogantly, and led her husky to run happily all the way.Yongji stood on the street, smelling the fresh smell of flowers blooming and green grass in spring, it was refreshing.Accompanied by the white-clothed and blue-robed Daoist Ningxiu's cool face of twenty and a few sword-browed and star-eyed smiles, Li Wangshu saw a familiar figure in the Flower Valley Little Demon.

But just by chance, many girls in the fairy world eagerly wanted to post it, and Yongji turned around and forgot about Huagu little loli.Cold and heat have alternated for several light years, and the snow on Kunlun Mountain remains unchanged.Yongji passed through the Huangmei Forest, snow was falling all over the ground, eyes full of charm, twenty or so men in ink-colored robes, elegant and dusty, bumped into Yongji's eyes.That face looks very much like another sycophant monk in Huashan.It's just that this person is full of wind, flowers, snow and moon, with a gentle smile and gentle eyes, unlike Ningxiu, who is awe-inspiring and straight with a sword in the abyss of Huashan Mountain.

Just look alike.

But even the name is similar.

build.

This Mr. Wan Hua is really bold, he dared to steal his elixir, his sheep, and even put him under house arrest.

Interesting too.

Yongji was also not sure why he pretended to be powerless to resist and let him be imprisoned in the Valley of Flowers.Maybe because the young man in ink looks like someone he knows.

The four-petaled flowers of light purple and deep red are planted all over the valley, but the owner of the valley calls them weeds, as if these flowers are really the same as roadside weeds.The days of house arrest in Huagu were not ordinary, but Mr. Wan Hua put on a gentle appearance, picked his feet and said vulgar words, slandering others tirelessly.

Yongji has been pure-hearted and ascetic for many years, and there are as many beauties in the fairy world as a cow's hair, but none of them has the style of Mr. Wanhua.Dressed in black, with black hair and shawls, with a low eyebrow and a slight smile, with a tired smile, raising a glass to drink, with a pretty face.

It's a pity that such a character couldn't stand loneliness in the end and destroyed his soul.It's just because his disciple didn't keep his promise to come back to visit him during the Mid-Autumn Festival.

The sky was full of moonlight, as bright as day, and the young man in black squatted in front of him, with the shadow of flowers spreading out behind him, accompanied by the sea of ​​moonflowers, the colorful colors were as strong as poison, "Should you beg me to let you go now?"

"If you only want me to die, you should have done it long ago." Yong Ji opened his mouth and said.If you want me to die, you did it thousands of years ago.

The young man in black was a little melancholy, and there was loss in his dark eyes.The corners of the light-colored lips, which were always smiling when nothing happened, were drawn into a straight line, which was rare to be a little hard.It's a pity that he didn't last for a few seconds, and he was smiling again, and the spring was blooming, as if he was relieved, "Yes, I don't want to kill you, but it's a pity that I've been in this world for too long and it's boring. I support you And the apprentice who lived every day left, I became more and more bored and didn't want to stay. Considering that today is the child's birthday, I asked him to celebrate his birthday with me no matter what. .I thought he would come back today. I thought I'd give him a gift, but now there's no need."

His apprentice who was supporting him...Yong Ji trembled his lips, and his memory suddenly broke into the pale youth buried in the ice in the depths of the Kunlun Longevity Cave, and the sharp words written on the big gray stone.

It turned out that this person regarded his apprentice so important.

He said that he could afford to lose his life, but he couldn't afford to lose his apprentice.

He said that he would rather forget everything and never think of Li Wangshu again.

He said your face, your voice, your name, he doesn't want to remember at all.

Behind him is a scene of solitary mountains and rivers, as if his beliefs and his heart were turned into ashes and wiped out at that moment.

The youth in the Valley of Flowers melted into the moonlight and disappeared without a trace.

Yongji thought for a long time, thinking of the sword repairer named Ningxiu in his memory, his whole body was as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath.

He found that he couldn't figure it out either.

Why did he keep such a character in his heart for a long time?

Obviously they are just acquaintances, they have never been acquainted, let alone know each other.

Might as well forget about it.

……

As the years passed, the two faced off again on the fateful chessboard.

Yongji didn't expect that if he went to the ghost world with nothing to do, he would also encounter a scene where ordinary people broke into the ghost world and made ghosts shy away.

The man was dressed in black and blue clothes, outlining a good figure, with long black hair tied high behind his head, and a bow and crossbow in his hand.Yong Ji watched from afar as this man smashed the ghost's soul with his bare hands, making it impossible to survive.

The vicious aura is comparable to that of the Demon Realm Venerable, but he is a mortal.Yong Ji stared at the man's face, how similar, or exactly the same, exactly the same as Mr. Wanhua in the Valley of Fate, and exactly the same as the sword cultivator under the abyss of Huashan.

If you meet two people who look similar in your life, it may be a coincidence. If you meet several people in your life again and again, they have the same face, then it is no longer a coincidence.

Yongji suddenly understood, so it was so, so it was so, he has always existed in these three thousand worlds.Like a wanton tourist, from one spring to another winter, never-ending, tireless.

Some people will remember traces of his existence in this world.

The sea of ​​hearts that had been silent for many years was filled with waves.He wants to catch this man.Tell him how long and deserted the road to immortality is.He didn't even know the feeling of melancholy, let alone what it meant to be familiar with each other.When to get together, how to recall.