Metaphysics boss dressed as a wealthy cannon fodder young master

Under the dark yellow sky, Wang Chuan's white clothes were like snow, and his black hair was like ink. He was standing on the Naihe Bridge with his hands behind his back, the wind was blowing, and the ink was dancing. From a distance, it looked like a finely copied ink painting.

Wang Chuan looked at the huge blood-yellow river under the bridge with a calm face. The waves in the river kept rolling and turbulent. They crazily hit the rocks on the river bank, roaring and roaring like a catastrophe. The ghosts in the huge river were like rising and falling in a cauldron. Like a dumpling, it thumped and rolled with the waves, screaming and crying.

Suddenly a wave was tens of feet high, rushing madly towards the Wangchuan River, accompanied by thunderous fury, so crazy that even the flowers and plants on both sides of the river bank drooped their leaves, full of trembling and panic.

Wang Chuan lightly waved his snow-white sleeves, and the huge waves splashing on the surrounding flowers and plants stopped abruptly, just like a mouse seeing a cat, it returned along the original path little by little, and retreated into the huge river again.

This made the blood-yellow giant river even more angry. The waves slammed wildly, and the water splashed in all directions. Like a demon, he lost his temper lawlessly in the water.

As the waves got higher and higher, Wang Chuan's face became paler and paler.

Suddenly, a wave soaring to the sky rose in the huge blood-yellow river. A human face emerged from the wave. The face opened its mouth wide and laughed wildly. With a wave of its hand, a row of drainage columns emerged, and each drainage column There is a fierce ghost that has been purified in the Wangchuan River for thousands of years. Their hideous faces are like sharp swords rushing out of the battlefield. Running wildly towards the River of Forgetfulness.

The golden bell rang in unison, everything was restless, three golden spots of water flashed between Wang Chuan's brows, his slender, white fingers crossed in front of his chest, and he quickly pinched out one after another formulas that could make the world look amazed.

He said word by word, "You guys want to stir up trouble!"

"Hahahaha! Wang Chuan, don't you think it's funny to say this! Wait? Hahahaha, wait! Hahahaha, I'm you! Wait?! Hahahaha..."

The faces in the wave laughed wildly, made a rough, hoarse and unpleasant sound, and suddenly swung the tail of the water column with a bang, the wind was strong and the waves were high, with overwhelming momentum, a huge wave was pushed onto Wang Chuan.

Wang Chuan resisted with a golden protective barrier all over his body, but his face became increasingly uglier visible to the naked eye.

"The evil spirit is doing it wrong! Don't talk nonsense!"

"Wang Chuan, stop deceiving yourself! You and I are one body, you are the mother of rivers in the three realms, and I was conceived by you, and grow up with you. I am an evil spirit, so what are you!"

Lie Lie in white clothes, Wang Chuan's black hair was dancing with the wind, his face was pale, his lips were pursed, and the formula in his hand quickly changed again, a huge golden Liangyi gossip, smashing towards the body in the wave with overwhelming killing intent human face.

The man's face couldn't dodge in time, and was held under the water with a brute force by the gossip formation, and he screamed a few times.

As the human face was suppressed to the bottom of the water step by step, the water column that crazily attacked Wang Chuan also collapsed.

Thought to be calm, the God of Wangchuan River once again suppressed the ghosts bred by the Wangchuan River, and the flowers and plants on the bank of the river also shook their leaves happily, making a small humming sound.

At this moment, the wind blew up, the sky and the earth turned pale, and everything trembled with fear.

Wang Chuan looked at the hazy world and closed his eyes.

The shouts, drum noises, and angry howls of the ghosts in the Wangchuan River can be heard endlessly.

The three golden water marks between his brows became more and more golden. He listened to the roar of the river, and silently endured countless attacks from ghosts.

His main body, Wangchuan River, seemed to have become a battlefield.

The golden gossip formation suppressed on the surface of the water, with a few clicks, also showed fine cracks like spider webs.

The things under the gossip formation became more and more restless, the angry river roared, the turbulent waves beat the waves, and with a bang, the face broke through the suppression and restraint of the gossip formation, soaring into the sky, rolling up several dark vortexes on the river surface. The vortex sucked in everything on the surrounding shore. Countless flowers and plants screamed in panic. They wanted to escape but they were rooted in this place and could not move...

The man laughed loudly, looking at Wangchuan River God's disdainful face, "Wangchuan, I said you and I are one, this is your practice field, you are more powerful, but don't forget that this place is also My magic field! My mana can reach its peak here! Hahahaha!"

"Also, do you know why you lost to me! Do you know why you can no longer suppress me like before?"

"That's because you're in love!"

"Hahahaha Speaking of which, I really want to thank that little weed. If it weren't for him, I would never have the chance to see the sun again hahahaha!"

Wang Chuan spat out a mouthful of blood, his face was golden, his eyes looking at the watery face gradually became darker, and the speed of the formula in his hand was so fast that only afterimages remained.

"Wang Chuan! Don't waste your efforts! You have already moved your heart, you have all kinds of emotions and six desires, you can no longer suppress me hahaha!"

"Your body is the water of the Wangchuan River, and I am born of the resentment left by the ghosts that have been purified by the water of the Wangchuan River for tens of thousands of years. You and I are one body, so why should we fight each other? Why don't you and I join forces to destroy this hell and destroy it? After leaving the sky, how about being the masters of the three worlds together? Hahahaha"

Wang Chuan turned a deaf ear to it, but the force of the attack in his hands was getting stronger and stronger. With a wave of his sleeve, golden waves suddenly surged up on the surface of the water, and the waves carried cold and sharp azure ice cones, piercing the water's face in unison.

The water surface dissipated on the spot, and sprang out from other places on the river.

After seven days and seven nights between you and me, Wang Chuan and that water face were evenly matched.

The water face said triumphantly, "Tell me that you and I are one, you can't kill me!"

"If you want me to die, unless the river god of Wangchuan River dies completely, there will be nothing in the world to nourish me, but at the same time, there will be nothing to restrain me. After all, I am your body, you The grievances of all the ghosts that have been purified for tens of thousands of years are gathered together!"

"Wang Chuan, desire is the root of people's resentment and desire. Your heart and soul are dirty and you can't restrain me. I have been suppressed by you for tens of thousands of years, and it's time for you to sleep for a long time! "

Wang Chuan looked at the stench emanating from the blood-yellow giant river, and looked at a place by the river bank. There should have been a small green weed growing there, but it had long since disappeared.

In his mind, he thought of Si Qing's eyes looking at him as if he was looking at a stranger in the human world and Jingfeng City, and his mind was in a trance for a while.

He looked up at the sky, closed his eyes tiredly, and stood by the Wangchuan River for tens of thousands of years, he was tired...

He hates the identity of Wangchuan River God...

If it wasn't for Wangchuan River God's responsibility to purify all the ghosts in the world, if it wasn't for him not daring to give birth to a sliver of desire, how could he hurt Si Qing like this, and how could Si Qing would rather enter the mortal world than be this dome Flora...

Si Qing will not fall into the evil way...

How could it be so between the two of them...

Could it be that he has no grievances at all during the tens of thousands of years of hard work...

Could it be that for tens of thousands of years of hard work, he is really just a tool without emotion...

The more Wang Chuan thought about it, the more he couldn't suppress the resentment in his body. As the pale half of his face was covered with black lines, black resentment burst out from the blood-yellow giant river. The resentment burst out of the water, quickly flew into the air, ran wildly under the dome, and then rushed to the human world.

"Wang Chuan stop!" Vulcan's red robe was so bright that it seemed like it was about to catch fire, he grabbed Wang Chuan's hand tightly and shouted anxiously, "You stop!" Down! Wangchuan!"

Wang Chuan slowly opened his eyes, the three spots of golden water between his brows were also covered with a layer of black mist, and he looked at his best friend with a calm expression.

Vulcan looked at the black lines on the right side of his face, and his face changed suddenly, "You! You don't want to live anymore!"

"You! I have warned you a long time ago, don't be emotional, don't be tempted, you are really going to piss me off!" Vulcan was so anxious and irritable that even I forgot to say.

"My dear friend, Wang Chuan has lived for ten thousand years, only to realize at the end that I am comfortable only in this last moment."

The golden light on Wang Chuan's body became more and more intense, that golden light illuminated every dark place in the endless sky, and the black resentment dissipated immediately when it was illuminated by the golden light.

And the three golden watermarks on the center of Wangchuan's eyebrows became more and more dazzling, "I'm tired of being the God of Wangchuan, and even more disgusted with my identity as the God of Wangchuan, but I am Wangchuan, and the meaning of the existence of Wangchuan is If you can't purify the ghosts, then there's no need for the Wangchuan River God to exist."

"I am a fallen devil, and I can't purify the ghost..."

The tribulation thunder rumbled in the sky above the dome, and from time to time, dazzling purple thunderbolts burst out, as if they wanted to wipe out all the evil spirits in this world.

"You fell into the devil because you fell in love with..." Vulcan's mouth was full of bitterness, but he couldn't say anything after that.

"That's right, I'm in love with Si Qing." A little smile appeared in Wang Chuan's eyes, "If I don't want to be the God of Wang Chuan, I can finally say these words openly."

"Finally I can laugh when I want to laugh, and cry when I want to cry..."

"I can finally say blatantly that I only want to favor him..."

"Hahaha, fallen devil is good, fallen devil is good, Wangchuan, you have finally become like me, now we can never dislike anyone!" The water laughed wildly, and even the splashes on the river surface They all trembled.

Wang Chuan slowly shook his head, "I'm different from you."

Wang Chuan raised his right hand, aimed at the three golden water spots between his brows, calmly dug in, and grabbed his snow-white spirit, leaving bloodstains flooding his brows, on his pale face, it seemed to be blooming on a snow-capped mountain. An extravagant red flower on the ground.

"Wang Chuan!" Vulcan shouted loudly!

"you!"

The water face beat the waves frantically, muttering loudly, "Crazy, crazy, you are really crazy!"

Wang Chuan smiled slightly, tore the snow-white soul from the middle, and divided it into two halves. The half, with deep guilt and love for Si Qing, was thrown into the well of reincarnation by him, and selfishly sent a sound transmission to Si Qing in the human world. Qing said, "If you wish, then follow me. I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you in the world, and never betray you or me."

Without half of the soul, the blood-yellow monstrous river suddenly dried up half, revealing the dark brown riverbed, and the waves were much calmer.

The remaining half of the spirit continued to shoulder the duties of Wangchuan River God. Wan Chuan looked at the face of the water and coughed lightly, "You were born because of me, so go with me."

Wang Chuan used the remaining half of the soul to wrap the water face in the soul with the power of the soul, and rolled into the well of reincarnation with it.

Wang Chuan sighed, "May the power of reincarnation in the world be able to eliminate the resentment in your heart."

"I don't! I don't! I don't want it!"

With the reincarnation of Wangchuan, the blood-yellow monstrous river suddenly dried up and sealed itself. There was no longer a drop of water in the entire Wangchuan River. The ghosts that were originally purified in the river also dissipated, turning into bits and pieces, and flying into the dome , became one of the thousands of stars.

"Wang Chuan!" Vulcan knelt and crawled in front of the well of reincarnation, and then jumped into the well of reincarnation.

……

Si Qing was taking a nap with one hand in the National Teacher's Hall, when suddenly he felt heart palpitations, and a gentle voice came to his ears.

——Si Qing, if you wish, then follow me. I am willing to spend the rest of my life with you in the world, and never betray you or me.Forget River.

He suddenly opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, only feeling palpitations to the point of panic, he couldn't tell what was going on, he followed the guidance in his heart suddenly, stepped on the ground with his feet, shrunk thousands of miles, and the flaming flowers on the other side bloomed a path leading to the underworld On the road, he stepped into the endless sky in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the little Zilong who was collapsing in the sky and screaming in pain, he stretched out his palm and dragged Zilong to the front of him, with a gloomy and terrifying expression, "Where is he!"

Zilong's small body was trembling from crying, "You give me back the God of Wangchuan River! You give me back the God of Wangchuan River!"

Zilong was also conceived by Wangchuan River. Since its birth, it has regarded the God of Wangchuan River as its father. At this time, the person closest to it has torn its soul apart with its own hands for such a stinky man. In order to prevent himself from obstructing it, he actually sealed it in the Sansheng Stone, which made Zilong hate Si Qing.

He gave Si Qing a slap in the face and knocked him to the ground.

"You don't deserve to know where the God of Wangchuan is!"

Si Qing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the dry Wangchuan River, sat on the ground and laughed abruptly twice, a tear flowed from the corner of his eye, the whole ground was covered with red Bana flowers, he walked step by step towards the well of reincarnation Go, said in a hoarse voice, "I'll know where he went even if you don't tell me!"

Facing the dry Wangchuan River, he smiled and cried, and muttered to himself, "You like beautiful things, and your body is so bare, I'm afraid you will be unhappy."

"Are you satisfied?" Si Qing was planted with bright red Bana flowers on the dark brown riverbed, "I didn't forget you on purpose. I was so sad that I only drank Meng Po soup, but Meng Shao boiled it. The soup was too bad, I only took a sip, and I vomited the rest, just now I remembered everything... I just forgot you for a while, but you want to forget me for the rest of your life, you man , why is revenge so strong, and deliberately left such a paragraph for me, even if you know that there is no such paragraph, I will still go with you..."

The bright red manjusawa swayed gently in the wind. As Si Qing planted the manjusawa all over the riverbed with his own hands, the fiery red mist dispersed to the surroundings. All the manjusawa bloomed in an instant, and the rich fragrance of flowers filled the whole place. sky.

As Si Qing jumped into the well of reincarnation without hesitation, all the manjusawa withered in the blink of an eye, and withered for a thousand years.

The Nine Heavens Calamity Thunder over the Qionglu slowly dissipated, Xiao Zilong looked at the empty Nether Yellow Underworld, and his ears kept ringing with the words he asked Wang Chuan back then.

He said: Is it worth it?

Wang Chuan: Worth it.

……

Yu Heng has been sitting in front of the bed for an hour, looking at the portrait of Wang Chuan hanging on the head of the bed with his own hands, carefully reaching out to touch the portrait, and sighing softly, "Wang Chuan, I finally found you... "

He stretched out his palm and turned it gently for a moment, a fiery red manjusawa bloomed in his palm, he put the manjusawa into the palm of Wang Chuan in the painting, and painted Wang Chuan in the painting stroke by stroke clear face.

There was a gentle smile on the corner of the man's mouth, his eyes were calm and indifferent but tolerant of everything, his face was white and his lips were red, and he looked like a celestial being.

It was exactly the same face as Jian Xi.

The blue faucet-headed lantern far away in Jianxi's bedroom sensed the long-lost breath of the owner, and suddenly the eyes made of two shark tears opened suddenly, and the eyeballs kept gurgling back and forth, as if they had encountered something extremely happy .

And Jian Xi was sitting cross-legged on the sofa in the living room, holding the egg with both hands, and asking Wu Ze why he jumped off the building.

It's a pity that there seems to be a loophole in Wu Ze's memory. His memory seems to be gnawed by something. It is very incomplete. Even his own name and where are people can't tell.

Jian Xi had no choice but to continue putting him back into the bottle, placing it between the Eight Diagrams and the wall, to nourish his soul first.

And the ghosts such as Mediterranean Sea and Hei Changzhi collected from the office building were sent directly to the underworld by him and handed over to Black and White Wuchang to arrange.

As soon as these were done, Jian Xi received a call from Wu Chengcheng, saying that something happened to Sun He.

Sun He's hometown is in a relatively remote mountain village, where there is no water and electricity, and there are few entertainment activities. Everyone is more keen on listening to operas, and there are often opera troupes who go to the countryside to sing operas for the villagers for free.

Wu Chengcheng slapped his thigh, "This happened to the troupe. The signal over there is not good. Sun He got through the phone with great difficulty. He said he was going back to the imperial capital, but he was just three days before he was going to leave." One day, a troupe suddenly came to the village, and all the villagers went to see it, but the troupe stopped halfway through singing because it was cold and it snowed suddenly, saying that it would continue singing tomorrow. Something is wrong with the village, and he can’t say exactly why it’s wrong, but he just asked me to ask you, if you have time, can you help to go and have a look.”

After all, Jian Xi knows how to tell fortunes and see things. As an assistant, Sun He knows more or less.

Jian Xi frowned and said, "There is an unwritten rule among the people that operas are open to all directions, one party is human, the third party is ghosts, and the fourth party is gods. You can't stop until you finish singing, because people don't watch gods and ghosts, but also watch it. It is a rule that all troupes know, if they stop halfway, it is a big taboo."

"Oh ancestor, according to what you mean, which group of theater troupes collided with any god?! Then what's the matter?"

"Let me go and have a look. You can send me the detailed address of his hometown."

As soon as Jian Xi spoke, she opened the ticketing software. After buying the tickets, she changed into her clothes and shoes and planned to go out.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw that the opposite door was also opened.

Yu Heng glanced at Jian Xi, and said calmly, "Going out?"

"En." Jian Xi nodded indiscriminately. When he saw Yu Heng, he unconsciously remembered what Yu Heng asked him last night.

——Jane Xi, do you believe in past and present lives?

--I believe.

Can Jian Xi not believe it, he lived his whole life and then came back to life after death, anyone who doesn't believe him can't believe it.

"where are you going?"

Jane looked at him curiously, wondering how this man would ask him where he was going, after all, this kind of talk was already very private.

He didn't think that he and Yu Laogou were already familiar to this extent.

After a pause, Jian Xi still said, "Tujiaba, Rao Township."

This is the detailed address of Sun He's hometown.

"What are you going to do there?"

"Huh." Jian Xi touched her chin and turned around, looked at Yu Heng from top to bottom, and said, "You're a little strange, I don't know, I thought you were investigating the household registration."

Yu Heng: "..."

Yu Heng: "No... Xiao Chuan happened to be working as a supporting teacher over there. Hearing what you said here, I asked a lot."

Jian Xi praised, "Not bad, not bad, He Xiaochuan has become more and more mature."

After all, it is a very remarkable thing that a pampered rich second-generation young master like him can voluntarily give up the glory and wealth of the imperial capital, and instead go to work as a teaching supporter in a poor place there.

"I'm going to look for Sun He over there. Sun He's hometown is over there. He seems to have encountered something. Oh, by the way, you may not know who it is, Sun He. He is my assistant."

Yu Heng nodded.

"Goodbye then."

"See you."

After Yu Heng waited until Jian Xi's figure disappeared, he took out his mobile phone and called He Xiaochuan.

"Hello little uncle."

He Xiaochuan was gnawing on fried chicken, holding the game controller with his two paws and playing in the dark, and shouted to his teammates from time to time, "Screw that shooter, yes, that little short-legged little Luban, give it to me!" If you kill him, you still miss Zhou Dapao with such short legs, what a dream!"

"Haha! Wait, this young master will let him experience the power of Angela's fire!"

Yu Heng: "..."

Yu Heng looked at his watch, and gave a concise order, "Xiao Chuan, you are limited to eight hours, go to Tujiaba, Rao Township to be a supporting teacher, and I will show up there with Jian Xi in twelve hours. Before we arrive, you haven't acted as a teacher there, so you don't have to come back."

"???"

The chicken leg in He Xiaochuan's mouth fell to the ground immediately, and his ears moved, as if he heard something unbelievable and thunderbolt from the blue sky, he said in shock, "Little uncle, are you joking?!"

"What do you think."

"Oh! Why are you going crazy all of a sudden? I'm good at playing games. When did I say I'm going to be a teaching teacher in a remote mountainous area????"

"Within 3 minutes, the private plane will arrive outside your community. You should hurry up and get ready. Just go to the roof and board the plane later."

"Fuck! Uncle, are you serious?! I won't go!"

"No discussion." After all, he had said everything.

I can only wrong my nephew.

In the end, He Xiaochuan was carried onto the plane like a dead dog, and he yelled in a broken voice, "Little uncle, before you make a decision next time, can you let me know in advance that I haven't played the new game controller for a few minutes?" Here you go, woo woo woo..."

The author has something to say: Now do you know why Jian Xi, the man in the mirror, and the man who stole the book of life and death all look exactly the same?