The bright moon sits on the ground

Kunlun in the world is just at dawn.

Kunlun Xianjun hangs in mid-air, the golden patterns all over his body flow rapidly, and the weapons around his body tremble accordingly, making a buzzing sound, and lowering his eyes that are brewing with flames, looking at the point of the sharp blade; Pojun Xingjun Holding a poor gun, the body of the gun glowed with a strong murderous aura, like a howling beast. However, the gun never dared to take a step closer; Thousands of copper bells rang wantonly, and fierce ghosts surrounded her, blocking out the light of the dawn.

The mortal in the center of the storm showed a careless expression, not in the slightest frightened by the scene.

The child whose throat was strangled by the hand that was like a shackle,? His cheeks were flushed, his breath was short of breath, and he couldn't help but choked a few times.

Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng didn't expect things to turn out like this, but Huang Sheng was already used to it.

Logically speaking, the situation is so tense, a fierce battle is inevitable, everyone's eyes should be on Chang Jinyu, who is used to doing whatever he wants, or on the Buchen in his hand - who used to be His Highness the Ninth Prince An, however, when Xu Lang saw this scene, his heart beat violently, and he turned his head subconsciously, but looked at the silent Immortal Sanqing.

The one who should feel the most anger should be the Sanqing Immortal.Xu Lang thought that when he was born from the ninth palace, Sanqing Xianjun had been by his side all the time. It can be said that the ninth palace was almost brought up by him. The Sifang Kaitian mirror was left to Sanqing, and this kind of friendship is quite rare in the heavens.

Immortal Sanqing stood beside Xu Lang. His appearance was very young. In the human world, he was probably a fledgling young man. His eyebrows and eyes were immature, gentle and gentle, and he was not threatening. We have known each other for so long. Xu Lang had never seen him angry, even at this time, his expression was still very calm, his lips were pursed, and there was no expression of anger.

As if the situation wasn't that bad, Xu Lang was a little lucky, and secretly scolded that Chang Jinyu didn't know how to measure. It's really audacious to hold everyone's weakness in his hands, and I don't know how Fang Qisheng got such a master, which put him in a dilemma.

As soon as Xu Lang thought about it, Immortal Sanqing next to him seemed to hear his heart, and suddenly moved.

The sleeves woven with blue feathers hung down, and he raised his hand, stretched out two fingers, and lightly pressed on the forehead ornament inlaid with lapis lazuli.

When the blue vertical stick in front of Sanqingxianjun's forehead slowly opened, Xu Lang suddenly understood what was going on. He was not angry. He said something threatening, and he planned to do it directly.

Although Xu Lang had never seen Immortal Sanqing act in a real way, he could also guess how Queen Mother Xi's close attendant could be a civil servant with no strength to restrain a chicken.A few images flashed across his mind in an instant, Chang Jinyu's sudden death, Fang Qisheng and Nie Qiu quarreled, and they parted ways and went their separate ways, which made Nie Qiuji hate him... His heart beat like a drum, and he was a little flustered up.

Of course he didn't want to watch something happen to Bu Chen'an, the child he had protected for several years, besides, Bu Chen'an had done nothing wrong, even if he fell into this situation, it was only because of the soul in that body , has nothing to do with himself.

Xu Lang's body moved faster than his brain, and before he could think of a solution, he stretched out his hand to cover that eye.

Sanqing was startled, and Xu Lang could even feel the eyeballs under his hands rolling. Afterwards, Sanqing quickly understood the meaning of Xu Lang's action, which was to prevent him from doing anything to Chang Jinyu. He squinted his eyes, He signaled Xu Lang to let go with his eyes.

In fact, in the eyes of Immortal Sanqing, everyone is a "array" that maintains balance, and those serious and minor illnesses are also caused by imbalance, and his technique of breaking the formation is very simple, that is, to break the balance , the formation immediately dissipated in smoke, in other words, as long as he thought about it, it couldn't be easier for a mortal to be crushed to powder in silence.

Xu Lang didn't let go.

He suddenly looked at Nie Qiu who was not far away, Nie Qiu didn't notice his gaze, it was just a glance, and soon passed by, Sanqing noticed his gaze, and vaguely guessed what Xu Lang was worried about , couldn't help but sigh slightly in my heart.

"Xianjun, just take it as my request." Xu Lang said softly, "I know His Highness is very important to you, and you should also understand what Nie Qiu means to me... let them Get out, I don't want to involve any more people."

Sanqing pursed her lips, most of the anger subsided, and asked: "Don't you have something to say to him?"

"After a hundred years, there will be only a handful of dust left." Xu Lang pulled the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "What difference does it make if you say it or not?"

Looking at Xu Lang's expression, for some reason, the scene of Xiayan City appeared in Sanqing's mind.

Although the memories of the heavens are long and thick, the decades in the human world are not something that can be easily forgotten.

The weather was fine that day, the willows were drooping, and the emerald green branches were blown by the wind, gently brushing across the lake, causing ripples.

And Xie Mu hid his figure among the luxuriant branches, leaning lazily on the top of the tree, looking at the Lingyan Lake in front of him, the sky light gradually melted in the lake water, bright and dazzling, but he couldn't bear to look away , just watching quietly like this, without saying a word.

Nie Qiu brought the child over and told Xie Mu everything about the Xie family.

Breeze would always bring messages to his ears intentionally or unintentionally. He knew all of these, but he still listened.

Before leaving, Xie Mu fulfilled his promise and handed the Sifang Kaitian Mirror to the child. Seeing how he couldn't put it down, after being silent for a while, he still couldn't hold back, and said rather complainingly: "I didn't expect Xu Lang to be Didn't even come to say goodbye to me."

However, since Xu Lang didn't come, he couldn't insist on arresting Xu Lang to see him off, after all, he didn't care about it.

What should be done has been done, what should be said has also been said, Xie Mu stopped chatting with them, casually said "I'm leaving", then turned around, with his back to the world of mortals , all living beings in the world took the first step without hesitating, then the second step, and the third step... His steps never stopped until his figure completely disappeared.

Later, when Nie Qiu asked Xu Lang why he didn't send Xie Mu off, and asked him what more important things he wanted to do——

Xu Lang replied like this: "This matter is that I am going to see another old friend, that's all."

Sanqing heard clearly from the side, and also knew that Xu Lang was not lying. He had indeed gone to see an old friend.

It's just that this old friend happened to be his Sanqing.

After leaving the world, this wandering soul stepped across the blue stone bridge, and the breeze blew the soul-inducing flowers on both sides, rustling softly, mixed with bursts of chuckles and whispers, bright red petals spread on the stone bridge one after another, He walked over step by step, and there were ghosts passing by him constantly, crying or laughing, pushing and shoving past him, just to beg for a bowl of Mengpo soup.

Xie Mu stopped when he walked, until he smelled the soup mixed with the smell of earth, he raised his head and took a look.

According to legend, Meng Po is an old woman with gray temples, aging and decadent. However, standing in front of Xie Mu and stirring the soup with a wooden spoon is a young girl. Her hair is indeed white, like the wind and snow in Lingshan Mountain, without any impurities. , she raised her red phoenix eyes, glanced at Xie Mu lightly, and with a flick of the mole under her lips, she handed the soup to the soul behind him.

Xie Mu didn't expect this to happen, he was stunned, the soul behind him hesitated for a while, and drank the bowl of Meng Po soup, then its expression became dazed, Meng Po took the empty bowl, Raise your finger and point to the distance, signaling the soul to go over.

Seeing the spirit floating past, Granny Meng filled a new bowl of soup, and wanted to bypass Xie Mu and pass it to the spirit behind him. Finally, Xie Mu couldn't bear it any longer, and quickly interrupted her movement, asking: "I Standing in front of you, why did you bypass me?"

Po Meng's hand turned in a different direction, but she still handed the bowl of Po Meng's soup to the soul behind.

Then, she looked at Xie Mu again, looked him up and down, said with a cold expression, "You don't belong here."

The words were nonsense, Xie Mu didn't understand at all, and asked: "Don't you go this way after reincarnation?"

"Your fate is governed by destiny, not by the Book of Life and Death." As if hearing something stupid, Granny Meng showed a rare expression of helplessness. She put down the wooden spoon, pointed in the direction, and said, "Go, That fairy has been waiting for a long time."

Xianjun?Xie Mu chewed these two words between his lips and teeth, but couldn't taste anything.

Looking back, Granny Meng no longer looked at him, and went on to pour soup for the souls behind.

Xie Mu hesitated on the spot for a while, and the souls in the back line became restless. He had no choice but to walk towards the direction Granny Meng pointed at. There were large expanses of soul-attracting flowers, and from a distance, the whole place was filled with red. He didn't notice that there were people in that place. However, when the figure gradually came into view, Xie Mu felt a bit familiar.

"Ji Daochang?" No, Xie Mu thought, it is clearly the appearance of the Ji Daochang who visited Xie's house many years ago, however, the playful smile on his face, and that loose posture , but like another person he is more familiar with, "Xu Lang?"

That Daoist Ji back then was the teacher who led him to the Tao, while Xu Lang quarreled with him, liked to be clever, and occasionally made some mistakes, and he had to correct them to know how to change them. Serious Taoist priests, such two completely different people, Xie Mu has never linked them together, but now, these two people are gradually overlapping in his mind.

He thought of the word "Xianjun" in Meng Po's mouth again, and he felt a little clear in his heart, as if he understood something.

Xie Mu was surprised that he was not surprised, his mood was very calm, so calm that it was suspicious, he just approached the fairy gentleman in green robe with wide sleeves, stood in front of him, and asked with his lips: "Should I call you What is better? Daoist Ji, Xu Lang, or Xianjun?"

"That kind of trivial matter, it doesn't matter anyway." Xu Lang smiled, "To be honest, I thought you would be surprised."

"It's not that I'm not surprised, but it's just a little strange that I have never connected these identities of yours."

Xie Mu rested his elbows on the railing of the stone bridge, supported his cheeks, and looked down at the undulating turbid river below.

Xu Lang leaned against the bridge railing, and took out a piece of blue tail feather from the bag at his waist. It was strange to say that from the moment he took out the feather, Xie Mu seemed to feel something. , I can no longer look away.

Perhaps his gaze was too hot, Xu Lang smiled, and handed the feather to Xie Mu, "Here, it should be returned to its original owner."

When Xie Mu's hand touched the feather, all the memories came to his mind: the scene of him riding the wind and crossing thousands of miles of floating clouds; the scene of the complete collapse of the heavens; also, the scene he saw when he was born in the world, opened his eyes for the first time, and looked at the world; The scene... All kinds of emotions, emotions, sorrows, and joys came to my heart at the same time.

He stood like this for a long time, and only when he felt the hot temperature in his palm did he realize that he was crying.

Not because of regret, nor because of self-blame, he mourned the impermanence of the world, and the life spent by mortals in a daze, was actually just a flick of the finger of a god, even if there were thousands of pains and resentments, it would not last a thousand years .

The soul is cold, but the tears are hot, like sputtering sparks, almost burning a hole in his body.

"Xu Lang." He read like this, his voice trembling, "Xu Lang, I want to know, to you, am I Xie Mu or Sanqing?"

Xu Lang didn't answer this question directly, he just sighed softly, leaned over and hugged Soul, then, he looked at the indifferent white-haired girl not far away, raised his volume, and shouted: "Grandma Meng! , please serve me two bowls of soup."

The tone was very familiar, and I didn't know that this was the first time he had stepped on the Naihe Bridge. Anyway, Granny Meng obviously heard Xu Lang's words. With a touch, the porcelain bowl flew into his hands steadily.

Xu Lang handed a bowl of Mengpo soup to Soul Soul, turned around, and looked at the never-ending river with him, touched the porcelain bowl in his hand to his, and after a crisp sound, Xu Lang said: "Three Lord Qingxian, drink this bowl of Mengpo soup and let Xie Mu reincarnate."

The Mengpo soup in my hand exudes the smell of crushed flowers. It is a bit bitter, but it has a little fragrance. It is a dull brown color. When the soup is shaken, the soul sees its own reflection from the bowl. The big boy, with a soft expression, wears a lapis lazuli inlaid forehead ornament and clothes woven with green feathers, with curly black hair like seaweed hanging down his spine.

As a god, if you drink this Mengpo soup without entering reincarnation, you will not lose any memory.

Sanqing knew about it, and so did Xu Lang—but they didn't say anything, and Xu Lang poured Meng Po soup into his stomach after a few gurgles. Sanqing watched it quietly for a while, and then handed the porcelain bowl to the He raised his head, and the strange-tasting soup slipped down his throat. In fact, there was no special feeling, but he felt as if something was going away.

"Before I leave, I still have something to do." When he looked at Xu Lang again, he changed back to the Sanqing Immortal Lord who served the Queen Mother of the West. He picked up a small five-clawed golden dragon, "Xie Mu no longer needs it, whether it is destroyed or used, I will give it to someone who may be able to use it."

Feeling something, Xu Langruo immediately turned around and looked at Granny Meng. Sure enough, she just happened to catch the two empty bowls that flew back. After hearing this, she immediately revealed a disapproving expression, frowned, and said with a slight smile. He gave Xu Lang a cold look.

Xu Lang received the explicit instruction, clasped his hands together, and mouth-shaped her word by word, saying "please".

"I hope this is the last time I'll see you." Granny Meng hooked the handle of the spoon to the spirit that was urging her constantly in front of her, and threw it casually, only to hear a plop, it fell into the river, but she didn't care. Care about it, lit a soul-attracting flower, which meant to let Xu Lang watch for a while, "In the future, if the heavens throw the mess around, don't blame the hell for being merciless."

"Go, Xianjun." Xu Lang said, "If it's too late, the watchman will order the soul-attracting flower to pull you back to the ground."

So Sanqing Xianjun landed at the junction of the living and the dead, entrusted a dream to Nie Qiu, and led him to come, and then handed the five-clawed golden dragon to Nie Qiu without asking him how he planned to use it. When the time was up, he turned into smoke and left.

Moving forward and backward in time, back to the present, Sanqing stood in front of Xu Lang, facing a dilemma.

He owed Xu Lang favors, Sanqing thought to himself, and there were probably more than one or two favors, which were not easy to repay.

Immortal Sanqing is not a merciful saint. He did have murderous intentions towards Chang Jinyu. There is nothing to argue about. The fact that Chang Jinyu dared to use His Royal Highness Ninth Prince as a bargaining chip is enough for Sanqing to treat him Do it, but...

This was Xu Lang's first and most likely the last time he asked him.

Xu Lang is a person who always listens to others more often than he talks about himself. He doesn’t say a word about his previous surname, about his past experience, about what he wants, and about what he doesn’t want , Sanqing knew almost nothing about him.

He could not let His Highness Ninth Prince continue to be in such a dangerous situation, nor could he refuse Xu Lang's request.

Sanqing thought about it, and after lightly brushing Xu Lang's hand away, he raised his hand to make a tactic. Chang Jinyu felt that the flesh and bones all over his body did not belong to him. He was originally planning to use the child as a bargaining chip in the negotiation The hand holding his throat gradually loosened, and his legs and feet kept moving back until he was far away from the child—then Chang Jinyu realized that a certain god had manipulated this body. To be honest, there was nothing funny about it. Although cold sweat was still breaking out on his back, he suddenly gritted his teeth and laughed.

He's a total lunatic who makes him laugh, win or lose, if it's funny, regardless of the occasion.

Almost at the moment when Chang Jinyu retreated to a safe distance, the sharp blade in mid-air fell suddenly, long.The gun roared towards him surrounded by thunder, and the sinister wind rushed towards him... This is a situation where there is no life but death, at least most of the people present thought so, but when the dust cleared, there was nothing there. Crushed bones appeared, leaving only a deep pit.

Chang Jinyu disappeared, and Nie Qiu, Fang Qisheng, and Huang Sheng disappeared with him.

Liang Kunwu and Pojun Xingjun looked at Immortal Sanqing almost at the same time, before Bu Chenrong and Xu Lang realized it.

"People who don't matter should have left long ago." Facing their eyes, Sanqing's reaction was very flat. He flicked his long sleeves, retracted the light blue light, and then turned and walked into the depths of Kunlun, "Don't be in trouble with mortals." Too much involved, it's time for us to leave."