Those years of bking for green tea apprentices

(seventy)

"Are you sure?" Hei Bao stepped into the room with graceful steps, his eyes fixed on Ji Qianshan's hand, "If Master wakes up and finds out what you have done, he will be angry."

Ji Qianshan shook his head, shook the three incense sticks in his hand, blew on the incense heads and inserted them into the incense burner: "No, he doesn't remember things when he's drunk."

The arrangement of the three incense sticks is extremely strange, from left to right, from high to low, forming a ladder shape. The green smoke curls straight up, and the elegant and strange fragrance instantly fills the whole room.Ji Qianshan glanced at Fang Yanchu who was lying flat on the bed, slowly sat down and stroked his face and lowered his body, rubbing the tip of his nose against Fang Yanchu's cheek, the breaths of the two gradually blended together.

"Master..." The voice was soft, and Ji Qianshan was almost drunk from the alcohol exhaled by Fang Yanchu. He said slowly, "Master, do you want to see what I have experienced in these years? I want you to see, you See if the disciple is alright?"

Fang Yanchu's eyes were closed tightly, his eyelashes were trembling uncomfortably, and the slender eyelashes swept across Ji Qianshan's cheeks, and he half-opened his eyes to look at the pair of eyes in front of him.There was a trace of hope and prayer in the bright eyes, and a familiar voice sounded in the ears: "Master, have you thought about me in these 1000 years?"

"Ji Qianshan! Do you know what you're doing?!" Hei Bao jumped onto the bed and pressed Ji Qianshan's unbuttoned hands, "How can a gentleman take advantage of others' danger?"

"I know!" Ji Qianshan grabbed the fur on the top of the panther's head, pulled it hard, and looked at his demon from thousands of years ago.His eyes were bloodshot, alcohol failed to intoxicate his heart, but his heart was intoxicated. His deep voice was even a little hoarse: "What do you know?! I have lived more than 1000 years! I..."

He put down the black panther, tightly grasped Fang Yanchu's sleeves with both hands, and buried them in his hands for a long time before continuing in a hoarse voice: "I, I just want him to see the things I have experienced, I want to ...I want him to see the future."

For more than 1000 millennia, he has tried various methods. He even witnessed Fang Yanchu's collection of the four sacred objects, which was only one step away from success, but fell under the thunder. He was so anxious and distressed, but he couldn't do anything for him. My Master shares a little pain.

What Fang Yanchu wanted to do was related to Fang Yanchu, to the common people in the world, and even to the Xuanxu who had never seen him before, but it had nothing to do with him, Ji Qianshan, a monster emerging from a sea of ​​blood. .

No matter how many times Ji Qianshan goes through the plot, it is useless to know more, the only way is to let Fang Yanchu know.

"Ji Qianshan." Ji Qianshan lowered his voice and calmly called his own name, but both he and the black panther knew that this was not Ji Qianshan himself, but Ji Qianshan's inner demon .Even if the heart demon protected Fang Yanchu in the Lingyun Palace, he never admitted the identity of the heart demon. Now he admits: "I need you to do something."

The black panther raised his head, stared into Ji Qianshan's eyes for a long time, then lowered his head after a long while, and put his forehead on Ji Qianshan's hand: "Speak."

"You are me from thousands of years ago," Ji Qianshan looked at him, "I know that you are the most important of promises and trustworthiness. I want you to promise me one thing, guard the door for me and Master. When I entered the dream of Master, you You must guard Master at every step, and if Heaven finds out that I have leaked the heavenly secret, you must notify Kong Qu and Lu Jingqiao to protect Master. ——If the sea of ​​blood is not empty, I will not die, but it will only be another 1000 years."

"Dream?" The heart demon suddenly reacted, the scent in the air was light and pleasant, with a faint smell of earthly wood, "Did you just order Yi Meng Xiang?"

The so-called Yimengxiang, as the name suggests, is a kind of fragrance that turns memories into dreams.This thing is still produced by Lanruo Temple. In the early years, it was regarded as a magic medicine to alleviate the insanity. Later, it was found that the effect was not so great, and it was unsalable.The effect of Yi Mengxiang is indeed not as miraculous as it is said in legends, it just plays a guiding role, and what really turns memories into dreams is the exercises used in conjunction with Yi Mengxiang.

But Yimengxiang has an advantage, that is, it can be used by two people, and the dream created by one person's memory can be shared by two people.

Ji Qianshan took off his coat, got into the quilt with his whole body, tightly grasped Fang Yanchu's hand and lay flat, smelling the fragrance of Yimengxiang while exercising exercises, trying hard to recall that day.

When Fang Yanchu woke up from his sleep, it was just dawn. He habitually lay down on the bed for a while, grabbed the quilt and sat up.Just as he was about to pick up the water glass from the side of the bed to drink, his eyes suddenly opened. He glanced at the water glass in his hand, and then looked down at the quilt.

There is no pattern on the white porcelain cup, only an empty Daomen logo is stamped on the bottom of the cup.The clear water only covered the bottom of the cup, and the logo of the Taoist organization floated in the water.The quilt on his body was extremely thin and the fabric was rough, and Fang Yanchu was still wearing rough linen clothes, he could even faintly feel the friction of the clothes against his skin.

Fang Yanchu subconsciously touched his arm. The Longyou Sword had disappeared, replaced by a pair of ordinary human bone arms, and the ubiquitous black dark lines also disappeared.

The biggest change is that it's quiet, it's so quiet.

After Fang Yanchu became a saint, there has never been such a quiet time, no spiritual treasures whispering in the room, and the distant singing of warblers is no longer so clear, and there are no human beings on the road. The vehicles that kept screaming, lacked the ghost cries that were full of resentment no matter where they were.

But something is wrong, even if I suddenly can't hear the voices of everything in the world, the ordinary human environment will not be so quiet, as quiet as... There has never been anyone here.

Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open suddenly with a "squeak", and a young man walked in and stood in front of his bed with big strides: "Hey, isn't this Junior Brother Fang? Why didn't you get up until now?"

Fang Yanchu didn't dare to speak for a while, so he could only lower his head secretly, pretending not to hear.

"Still pretending to be sick here?" the young man taunted, "Let's go quickly? If it weren't for today's special day, do you think you would be allowed out of this yard? Hurry up! You're sick, I'd rather stay here for a while longer Afraid of getting sick."

Taking stock of the situation, Fang Yanchu had no choice but to bow his head temporarily: "Brother, what is today special?"

"Isn't it, Junior Brother? You can forget all of this? Today is the execution day of Fang Yanchu in Lingyun Palace. He tried to collect the four sacred objects to overthrow the way of heaven. He should be punished by the heavens—" The young man opened and closed his lips, uttering a series of words , "Tianlei 81."

Fang Yanchu raised his head suddenly and looked at the young man. He was indeed gathering the four holy objects, and Fang Yanchu was also clear about the consequences of the divine punishment for collecting the four holy objects.It's just that only two of the four holy objects are missing, and even Fang Yanchu doesn't know where the other two are. How could they be gathered so quickly?

He followed the young man closely, and went out of the mountain gate with the disciples of other Taoist organizations. The leader was a mature-looking elder who stood at the head of the team and looked at the disciples one by one, nodding in relief from time to time.Fang Yanchu felt that the elder looked very familiar, and after thinking about it again and again, he suddenly came to his senses: Isn't this the dead Taoist elder Zheng Dongjian? !

The place where the scourge will descend is the Lingyun Peak in the Lingyun Palace, and it is the Lingyun Peak that needs Zhou Dao's blood to activate.Fang Yanchu sneaked a peek at the stone at the entrance of the enchantment as he passed by. The stone was covered with blood, but he didn't know if it was Zhou Jidao.Climbing up the stairs, the uppermost level of Lingyun Peak is the place where the scourge descended.

"Hey, why are you going?" Zheng Dongjian stopped Fang Yanchu who wanted to continue going up, "Why are you going up? Are you rushing up to be struck by lightning? The scourge of heaven is different from the catastrophe of heaven, isn't it? I will show mercy."

"Junior Brother Fang," said the same young man, putting his arm on Fang Yanchu's shoulder, pointing in the direction Fang Yanchu wanted to go, "Do you think it's a shame that you finally came out and couldn't see the so-called 'sage'? Let me tell you, when the time comes, the law of heaven will press our 'sage' from the bottom of the mountain to the top of the mountain, and it will be worth watching."

"Oh——" Fang Yanchu was about to take a step back when he heard commotion from the bottom of the mountain. People around him stood up and looked down the mountain. "Is it 'Saint'? Is it him? Isn't it?"

Along with the commotion of the crowd, a familiar figure of Fang Yanchu walked up slowly, saying that it was the way of heaven, but his back was straight, his body was cleaned up, walking up the mountain was like sightseeing.He stepped up the steps without looking sideways, no matter how the people on both sides talked about him, he didn't have a part, as if he was not looking at him, but he came to the mountain to watch monkeys.

Fang Yanchu just watched helplessly as he walked up to the top of the mountain and was condemned by heaven under the judgment of heaven.The onlookers at the foot of the mountain included not only Taoist organizations, but also Penglai and Yaozu, and everyone who could come came, except for a part - people from Lingyun Temple.

Under the wrath of God, no piece of armor will be left behind.Fang Yanchu didn't dare to see whether he was dead or not. After 81 thunderstorms, he followed the Taoist organization down the mountain expressionlessly, hesitating to deal with the overly excited Taoist disciples around him.

"Huh? Who is that?"

"It's Ji Qianshan!"

Hearing this name, Fang Yanchu raised his head suddenly, and Ji Qianshan, covered in blood, swept past him in a wind and thunder, and rushed to the top of the mountain in the opposite direction from him.He stopped with the team organized by the Taoist sect, faced down the mountain, and closed his eyes to hide the unbearable look in his eyes.

A moment later, a bitter cry erupted from the top of the mountain. The sound seemed to come from the infinite void at the bottom of the sea of ​​blood. Like the sea of ​​clouds under the feet, it spread over the chest, mouth and nose from bottom to top, which made people feel so depressing. Speak up.

In an instant, Fang Yanchu's closed sacred consciousness was opened, and the sound of crying came from all directions, Wan Jian cried with grief and ghosts.