Xianjun has a disaster

In fact, it wasn't just the head teacher Jin Ganduo of Jieyun Mountain who was thinking about that Immortal Ji Xueting.From time to time, even the Heavenly Court would send people down to investigate Ji Xianjun's whereabouts.

But mortals are just mortals after all, and so is Yan Guizhen's mother.

The fairyland she inadvertently broke into while she was dazed and staring was so illusory that even the gods still couldn't find it.

After decades, the previous excitement and ecstasy of those people finally slowly receded.

But Yan Guizhen's interest in that Xianjun Ji continued to deepen with age.

Before I was reincarnated, did I spend 300 years with the remains of that Heavenly King every day?

Every time I think of this, the immortal cultivator's supposedly calm state of mind always produces dark ripples.

Even Gui Zhen himself couldn't explain why.

He seemed to be born to like that Tianjun very much.

"Ji Xueting."

He put the name on the tip of his tongue, thinking about it over and over again, and silently recited it.

Ever since she knew that she and Ji Xianjun had some kind of secret relationship, Yan Guizhen has been thinking about Ji Xianjun all the time.

What is the relationship between yourself and the other party?

Were they close friends or enemies in their previous lives?

What kind of person was Ji Xianjun back then, as gentle, amiable and compassionate as in the legend?

Oh, by the way, it is said that there is an ancient custom in a certain place, saying that Ji Xianjun was in charge of love before he saved the world, and there was a love debt in front of him, and there was a love history that made people cry... Thinking of this, Yan Guizhen couldn't bear it. Can't help frowning.

He would collect all the things about Ji Xueting with his heart and mind, but this rumor made him very unhappy and uncomfortable. Every time he thought of Ji Xueting's loving and righteous people before Ji Xianjun's ascension, he felt very blocked and panicked.

What a shit love story.

What affection is like the sea.

Yan Guizhen sneered sourly.

It's a pity that there are few records of Ji Xueting's past before he saved the world. The invasion of Heaven and Earth Cracked and Daxu destroyed most of the world's cities, so that many historical pasts 300 years ago have long been lost in these years. Even with him Today's ability is also very clear.

The most hateful thing is that Yan Guizhen has only been cultivating immortals for dozens of years now, and his age and cultivation level are just a baby in the entire world of cultivating immortals. Those who know about his past with Ji Xueting refuse to reveal the slightest bit of Ji Xianjun's past, Yan Guizhen is so angry itch.

But this time he passed through Yancheng, originally because he had traveled all over the world to search for legends about Ji Xianjun, but when he passed through his own small town, he accidentally heard the people talking about the wilderness and river back then,

Back then, Madam Yan saw Ji Xueting's crystal coffin in that wilderness...

Almost as soon as he heard the news, Guizhen's nerves tensed up suddenly, and he realized that he had no time to do other things.

If it is true that the miraculous reappearance of that year, he will be able to find Ji Xianjun's remains.

And if you find him...

What to do after finding him?

"Ok?"

Yan Guizhen raised his eyebrows suddenly, raised his hand and touched his face.

His fingertips were wet, and he actually shed tears inexplicably without realizing it.

"Crying again?"

Yan Guizhen was not surprised, after all, his old problem has been like this all year round - as long as he is related to Ji Xueting, he will always be inexplicably moved and cry.

It's just that with his current cultivation, he can't figure out why he wants to cry when he thinks of Ji Xianjun.

I just vaguely feel that when I think of that person, my heart is both sweet and sad.

"Anyway, go to Tianjun Temple first."

Yan Guizhen didn't think too much, he roughly wiped his face with his sleeve, then stood up abruptly.

As soon as he called out the long sword from behind, the young man stepped on the back of the sword, and stepped on the sword and went straight to the Tianjun Temple in Yancheng.

No matter where it is now, Tianjun Temple is the most magnificent and most incensed temple, and Yancheng is no exception.It is located on Cuifeng Mountain in the north of Yancheng, surrounded by green trees and clusters of flowers, and there is a temple in the middle, which is magnificent and exquisite.

During the day, there is a lot of traffic and crowds.

After all, people in Yancheng believe in the Heavenly Lord in White Clothes, so they come here to worship the Immortal Lord and pray for blessings if they have nothing to do.

But now the moon and stars are scarce, and the night is thick,

The bustling and noisy Tianjun Temple suddenly became very lonely.

Only the wind blows through the woods beside Tianjun Temple, bringing up the sound of trees and waves.

Yan Guizhen was on the way with his sword, his heart was thumping in his chest, and his mind was full of anxiety about what he would do if he could really see that fairy, but when he really arrived in the legend The Tianjun Temple, where immortal traces can appear, drove a sword around the Tianjun Temple a hundred and eighty times, but he still found nothing.

There is nothing beside Tianjun Temple,

Nothing strange.

Nothing magical.

Naturally, it is also impossible for him to really find the small river in the wilderness, the golden crystal coffin in the small river, and the body of the fairy inside.

When Yan Guizhen saw the woods in front of him under the moonlight like ink and waves, his mood fell instantly.

Could it be that this time, it was another groundless rumor?

In the past, in order to collect incomplete deeds of the white-clothed fairy, he often encountered such things, but for some reason, he couldn't control his emotions today.

"Really."

Yan Guizhen stopped suddenly in mid-air.

He realized that his mind was wrong now, so he didn't dare to continue swinging the sword around, but jumped down directly, and then directly used magic to break open the locked gate, and sneaked into the temple of the white-clothed fairy Ji Xueting middle.

The Yan family personally paid for the repair of this temple, so compared to Tianjun Temples in other places, Yan Guizhen is really at ease here.

He habitually walked to Tianjun Temple, and then sat down on the futon in front of the sculpture.He raised his head and stared straight at the sculpture belonging to Ji Xueting in Tianjun Temple.

If someone travels a lot nowadays, he can naturally see that the statue of the Heavenly Lord in White in Yancheng is different from other places.

In other places, in the Tianjun Temple in white clothes, the statues in the Tianjun Temple are troublesome, kind-hearted, and middle-aged scribes, which look very amiable.

However, the statue in the Tianjun Temple in Yancheng is a young man with a handsome appearance and a gentle expression.

His brows and eyes were lowered, and there was a faint smile on his lips.

It looks very exciting...but it seems to be far away from everyone.

Very gentle, but very indifferent.

This is the statue carved by Yan Guizhen himself.

As an aristocratic family with a reincarnated immortal in their family, the Yan family did some good things in the city to build bridges and pave roads.In that year of the Tianjun Festival, the statue in the Tianjun Temple was in disrepair for a long time, and it was time to replace it. It was Yan Guizhen's father who personally spoke and spent a lot of money to call several top craftsmen from the south to make a statue of the white-clothed Tianjun Ji Xueting.

At that time, Yan Guizhen hadn't been taken away by the Taoists of Jieyun Mountain, and he was still a little playboy raised in a wealthy village.

He idled around the craftsman for several months, seeing that the white-clothed Tianjun looked like a bad face, but Yan Guizhen directly quarreled with the extremely master.

"He's not like that."

Yan Guizhen stared at the small statue made in advance by the craftsman, and muttered as if he was haunted by something.

How well the statue was carved at that time, in fact, Yan Guizhen has long since forgotten, but he still vaguely remembers the extremely sad mood back then.

"Ji Xueting didn't look like this at all, he was very good-looking and handsome, how could it be you who carved this appearance—"

The eldest son of the lord's family was making such a fuss, and not long after, those proud carpenters simply put down their burdens and left, leaving only a headless sculpture embryo in place, which made the Yan family angry. The master almost fainted.

Just when he thought that this matter might be completely obsolete, Yan Guizhen accidentally picked up the carving knife.

A knife.

Two knives.

Three knives.

……

Under Yan Guizhen's hands, this handsome sculpture that almost made the little girl blush gradually took shape, and then it was transported to the temple, where it was smoked by incense for so many years.

Yan Guizhen raised his head and stared at the gentle young man, unconsciously, he felt that his eyes were getting hot again.

Looking at it, Yan Guizhen suddenly found that under the extraordinarily dim light, a piece of cinnabar had peeled off at the corner of Ji Xueting's statue's mouth.

The originally beautiful and handsome sculpture suddenly had a little flaw.

Although he knew that the other party was just a clay puppet, Tianqu was still heartbroken when he saw the peeling cinnabar trace, so he couldn't help but fly forward,

Straight to the face of the sculpture.

He didn't think too much, and cut open his fingertips, watched the bright red blood ooze out, and he tapped gently on the lips of the Tianjun statue.

The breath of blood spread out.

The bright moonlight fell from the temple gate onto the statue's cheek.

then……

Yan Guizhen heard a faint voice.

"Whoa..."

"Whoa..."

It was a small, gurgling sound of running water.

However, there is only a forest next to Tianjun Temple, so how can there be the sound of gurgling water?

Almost at the moment of thinking about this idea, Yan Guizhen jumped off the sword and rushed out of the temple gate.

A piece of clear, swaying water, accompanied by the seemingly endless grass, reflected into Yan Guizhen's eyes.

The breeze is blowing, and the green grass is in the sky.

Clear rivers spread across the fields and sky, like countless transparent spider webs.

Yan Guizhen's breathing gradually became heavy.

Because he found that the scene in front of him was so familiar, so familiar that he seemed to have been here for thousands of years, thousands of years, tens of thousands of years...

He walked towards the green field step by step, and found the river without any search.

A large piece of crystal has long been shattered, like broken ice scattered in the rich greenery.

The boy lay quietly in the shattered crystal, sleeping soundly on a piece of grass.

Yan Guizhen came to his side, then knelt down beside the boy.

His hand gently stroked the boy's neck.

The boy's skin was warm.

That bit of heat went upwards along the skin-to-skin contact of the two, and was directly transmitted to the bottom of Yan Guizhen's heart.

The tears, for which the reason was unknown for a long time, fell on the young man's fair face like raindrops, as if they had disturbed his sweet dreams.

The next second, he frowned in Yan Guizhen's tears, he yawned, and then reluctantly opened his eyes.

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The author has something to say: Ah, it's over.

(dry)

I don't know what to say... I finally finished another article...

tears streaming down my face...

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