Dressed as the apex pet of a cold master

There is no wave in the long river, but the pulse is flowing.

Walking slowly upstream along the winding river bank, I saw a few green fallen leaves washing in the heart of the river, drifting down the river and drifting into the distance.

Going forward to pick up the fallen leaves, the leaves slipped away through the fingers covered with water droplets, only a little water glistened, lying crystal clear in the palm.

The mist covered the roof, crossed the crystal clear river bed, and came to a piece of Jiangxinzhou.

It was still the same huge and ancient linden tree, in the shade, the man in the blue shirt stood there, wondering what he was thinking.

With his hands behind his back, he seemed to feel something, and turned to look at an ethereal shadow beside Jiang Xinzhou.

"You came."

The man's icy blue eyes stared at him deeply.

The phantom froze for a moment, and did not respond for a long while.

The mood is inexplicably peaceful.

The man said unhurriedly: "If you give up, you get something. If you give up, you get something. You have given up so many things in your life, but you have gained nothing. Now you are doing repentance under Bodhi. Have you ever regretted it?"

Xu Ying frowned and paused slightly: "I have nothing to regret."

The man gave a oh in surprise, smiled and said, "So do you think it's worth it?"

"Turning the world around with my own strength, and changing He Qing Haiyan, what's not worth it."

"Come on," the man flicked his sleeves, and hooked his hands towards the shadow, "See if the water in the world will change because of your efforts."

Walking to the edge of the island, I saw a picture scroll of mountains, rivers, lakes and seas under the water surface. Among them, people of all sizes were fighting with swords. Some lost their heads, some lost their arms, and some had sad faces. , desperately ran out.

Not long after, the picture scroll extended to the end, and the world was desolate and desolate. Many people were plowing the land with miscellaneous tools and cutting wood. In an invisible corner, there were still ghosts in black staring at them secretly.

Shadow was silent for a long time, and said: "Everything is waiting to be done, and the future can be expected. This is exactly what I want. Even if the remaining evils have not been eliminated, it is much more stable than before."

The man in blue looked down at the ripples in the river, and said softly: "If you think it's worth it, then it's the best."

"However, why am I here?" Xu Ying looked at him vigilantly, "Didn't I die in that battle?"

"Well."

The man smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you have remembered... Yun Shuhua."

When the name was spoken, it pierced into Shadow's mind like a spell. He squeezed the center of his brows with a headache, and said quickly: "What on earth have you done to me? Why do I only remember my name, and the rest of the memories don't come back?" Very vague."

"Those memories are just a lot of troubles you encountered in the lower realm. Now that you have left the lower realm, those memories should not be kept."

The man's eyes darkened, and he said leisurely: "Now, you have an opportunity to stay forever, are you willing to accept it?"

Yun Shuhua didn't refuse, but asked instead: "How about accepting it, so what if you don't accept it?"

"If you accept it, you will be able to transcend the realm of desire, attain eternal life, and control the horoscope of the lower world with me life after life."

"If you don't accept it..." the man sighed, "where else can you go?"

"..." Yun Shuhua pondered over and over again, and said with a fixed eye, "What's your name, where did you come from, just now you said immortality, is it true that you are the god of this world?"

"Also, why are you facing my friend's face?"

A trace of disgust flashed across Yun Shuhua's face: "He's already passed away, why should you show up like this again?"

"Don't you like it?" There was a faint smile on the corner of the man's mouth, "I have no real body, I can be anyone you want to see."

As soon as the words fell, the white clothes were on the ground, and the lotus blossoms were in full bloom.

Yun Shuhua looked at the appearance of the person in front of him, his pupils shrank like needles, and he said loudly: "I have seen you before. On the deserted mountain, you once entered my nightmare and pretended to be someone else."

The man raised his eyebrows slightly, noncommittal: "Sometimes when I have nothing to do, I would like to go to the lower realm for a stroll."

Yun Shuhua turned his head and tried not to look at the familiar face: "Since you have such supernatural powers, please send me away, Biluohuangquan, I can go wherever I want."

"You don't want to stay?"

Yun Shuhua shook his head: "I am a person with seven emotions and six desires, and I also have obsessions in my heart. I am not suitable to be such a carefree fairy."

A hint of interest lit up on the man's face: "Obsession, what are your obsessions?"

Yun Shuhua closed his eyes: "Too many."

"Why do you need to ask more about Fusheng, only this Fusheng is a dream. What you see and hear is just an illusory bubble, only eternity is the most real."

Yun Shuhua closed his eyes and remained silent, apparently unwilling to talk further.

The man hit a wall, but did not get angry.

He thought for a while, and then said: "Forget it, it's rare to meet an interesting person, but I can't keep it. Wherever you should go, just go."

He took out a folding fan and fanned it lightly towards the center of the river, only to see a small boat floating in the blue waves.

Yun Shuhua's shadow gradually disappeared in front of the man, and turned into a sleeping body again, lying down on the boat.

The small boat floated downstream with him, but after a while, it was hidden in the thick fog.

The man's body was full of brilliance, and soon he turned into a blue shirt and blue eyes.

He rubbed his chin, and said in an unpredictable tone: "However, I am already like this, why pretend to say it?"

However, the young man on the boat could no longer hear him, and he didn't know where fate would lead him, and what kind of person he would meet.

The bodhi swayed gently without wind, and a few green leaves fell on the man's shoulders, and then fell into the water following his movements.

Every falling leaf represents the creation of the world.

karma is intertwined, so things are renewed.

In the blink of an eye, it has been three years since the Battle of Qingwu, where the casualties were tragic.

Over the years, the Central Territory has risen, replacing the previous status of the Southern Territory and becoming more and more prosperous.

Luoqi Mountain widely opened the way of seeking immortals and asking for immortality, and many disciples came here attracted by the fame.

In the past, the master of the Central Territory escaped death, but now he is still the leader of the Five Realms Immortal Alliance, firmly sitting on the throne of the Immortal Sect.

Under the leadership of Shen's Immortal Sect, all the five domains have come back to life and gradually returned to the right track. Now the people are in harmony, the people are prosperous, and everyone respects and loves him.

At the same time, the defeated Qingxu Sect and Yuxiao Palace were completely wiped out by righteous people. Although there are fish that slip through the net and make trouble outside, people know in their hearts that sooner or later, these evildoers will be killed.

And the Xuanling Mountain, which sends charcoal in the snow, is also safe and secure, protecting the tribe and living endlessly.

"Master Xianzong, it's time for you to go back."

A small waiter hurried into the garden pushing a wheelchair, reminding Shen Tangli who was standing quietly in the pavilion in a low voice.

Three years later, his face is still as handsome and elegant as when he first saw him, with a gentle temperament like a bright moon and a clear breeze, making people dare not go forward to blaspheme.

However, compared to before, Shen Tangli wore a heavier and more delicate golden crown, and the purple clothes on his body were gorgeous and cumbersome. It can be seen that he has more important responsibilities and has lost a lot of leisure and comfort.

Seeing the wheelchair from a distance, Shen Tangli leaned on the stone table in the pavilion, and walked down the pavilion with his stiff legs.

The waiter didn't dare to push the wheelchair forward.

Over the years, countless genius doctors have been invited to treat Mr. Xianzong's illness. They all said that the legs could not be cured, but Mr. Xianzong refused to listen. He massaged and tried to walk every day. After a long time, it was really effective.

Sweat broke out from Shen Tangli's forehead, he walked to the wheelchair and sat down, with a normal expression on his face, he asked, "Does the new disciple practice on time?"

The wheelchair creaked on the cobblestone floor.

The little attendant bowed his head and said: "Master Hui Xianzong, there are 110 and eight disciples who have entered the mountain for this grand ceremony of apprenticeship, and they will read scriptures and history in the Junchen Hall every day at the beginning of the hour."

"Take Benzong to have a look."

"Yes."

The closer you get to Junchen Palace, the more obvious the disciple's long voice reciting the book will be.Shen Tangli sat outside the hall, silently watching the room full of teenagers holding books and reciting, feeling indescribably peaceful in his heart.

The fairy envoy who was patrolling in front of the hall saw him, paused in his steps, and immediately lowered his eyes and bowed his head in salute.

Shen Tangli also smiled at him, signaling that he doesn't have to go forward to greet him.

The student's clear voice is still ringing: "Zhan, the son of the Wei family, is kind-hearted, cowardly and intimidating, causing people to die.

Shen Tangli listened for a while, then said in a low voice, "Talk to the envoy another day to add and delete some of the scriptures and histories."

"These are the things their seniors learned when they started, and they are outdated now."

"Obey." The waiter was obedient.

"Go back to the yard, I am tired."

The wheelchair was pushed to Shen Tangli's dormitory, and the servant tactfully retreated, leaving him alone.

Shen Tangli turned the wheel and thought while moving forward slowly: Has it been so long?

The scene where the group of teenagers gathered in Luoqi Mountain to practice and play around in the past is vivid in my memory, thinking about it, it seems like yesterday.

Now that generations have changed, the scenery of Luoqi remains the same, but the people have changed a lot.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile again, secretly thinking that he was sentimental.

The wheelchair came to a certain place and suddenly stopped.

There was a slight sound of stones in my ears.

Shen Tangli turned his head and said in a low voice: "This uninvited guest hiding under the eaves, can you come out and speak?"

A black shadow flashed behind the bright red colonnade.

The visitor was dressed in black clothes and a veiled cap. He looked like a knight-errant, and held a long sword in his hand.

He walked forward silently, and stopped a few steps away from Shen Tang.

"It is a felony to trespass on Luoqi, what advice does your Excellency have?"

The man snorted coldly, his voice rough and difficult: "You can't stop me, even if I committed a felony."

Shen Tangli smiled but said nothing.

He folded his arms and said in a deep voice, "I came here today to ask for something."

"Oh?" Shen Tang said with surprise on his face, "Your Excellency may wish to explain in detail."

The man was silent, and then said coldly: "I also ask Shen Xianzong to go to Qingwu Mountain in person and pass on a message."

He took out a small bamboo tube from his skirt and quickly threw it into the man's arms.

Shen Tangli took out the note from it, looked at it roughly, and suppressed his smile: "Where did you get this news, is it true?"

"I am a ranger wandering around in the Five Realms. I have witnessed this matter with my own eyes, and there is absolutely no mistake."

The man seemed a little annoyed when he was questioned, he turned around and left after a few brief explanations.

Shen Tangli nodded, and said to the black figure, "Thank you, Shuwan."

The man faltered, stopped a little, and disappeared into the courtyard.

The author has something to say: Why bother to ask about Fusheng, only Fusheng is a dream.

It comes from Zen master Daolin in the bird's nest in the Tang Dynasty.

Thanks to the reader "Tsuji Yan" for the 10 bottles of nutrient solution irrigated.

Thanks to the reader "HELEN Xiaobao" for the 2 bottles of nutrient solution irrigated.