After the abandoned white moonlight was reborn

Xie Yu's reaction was very cold.

But the others didn't become suspicious, instead they were very worried about Xie Yu.No matter when he lifts the weight lightly, like a mountain that will not fall, a sword that will not break.Ordinary words will only make people admire, but at this time it will make people feel distressed.

Yi Luoling pursed her lips, and secretly asked Shen Chungui: "Should I not say it?"

Shen Chungui looked at Xie Yu's back: "You don't need to worry too much, Fellow Daoist Yi."

He said in relief, "Lingjun will be auspicious, and people have their own appearance."

Xie Yu has always been a silent person, even sad.Even though he sincerely wanted Qiu Lingjun to die before, now he hopes that nothing will happen to Qiu Lingjun.

Wushuang will be sad.

Yi Luoling stopped making a sound.

She will also help find Junior Brother Qiu when she goes out.

Shen Chungui caught up with Xie Yu and called out, "Wushuang."

Xie Yu looked sideways.

The young man's eyelashes are pitch black, and his white robe is dim.

The frost is cold and the moon is bright, full of coldness.

Shen Chungui hesitated for a while, and soon, he concealed his amazement, and did not mention Qiu Lingjun: "Wushuang is going to find Dushengquan."

The drop of water that projected into the world when he came in was the Dusheng Spring. Hua Xunlu snatched the Soul Gathering Flower a few years ago, and there was a lot of noise. This Dushengquan should be snatched for Hua Xunlu. After a change of mind, he smiled lightly, "I'll accompany you."

This secret place is very unusual.

Xie Yu looked at Shen Chungui: "Aren't you going to hunt for treasure?"

"What are you looking for?" Shen Chungui smiled, and said naturally, "I always feel that my business is not as important as Wushuang."

Without waiting for Xie Yu to answer, he looked at Xie Yu, "Let's go."

Qiu Liren wanted the knife, and asked them to resign: "I'm going to the east."

The scimitar seemed to be in the east, and he said gracefully, "Everyone, see you again by fate."

Yi Luoling and Qin Miaomiao decided to go together, they didn't pay Du Shengquan's attention, their strength was a bit weaker, going would only cause trouble.

"Thank you, brother." Yi Luoling saluted, "Thanks to brother Xie for taking care of me along the way."

It would be safer to follow Xie Yu, but she wanted to make a breakthrough, looking for her own opportunities, and held her head up, "Opportunities are everywhere here, maybe next time we meet, we can compete with Senior Brother Xie."

Admiring Xie Yu is one thing, wanting to defeat Xie Yu is another.

Here are a bunch of proud people.

Even the seemingly shameless Qiu Liren is.

Xie Yu did not dissuade him: "Be careful on the road."

Yi Luoling smiled brightly: "Goodbye!"

She looks like a small bird, with a pink dress and a cute smile. As long as she doesn't mention fighting, she is a very likable girl.

Like a sister next door.

Xie Yu looked at her: "Yes."

Several people parted ways.

Dushengquan is also a fetish that only exists in ancient books.

It's just that most people who enter the secret realm are well-informed and can recognize them.

Crossing life, crossing life.

The person who crosses the past.

Dushengquan is in the form of a drop of water.

Most of the spiritual objects have their own consciousness, so it is difficult to grab them by force.The water droplets float quietly in the air, the charm is restrained, and it looks like ordinary water drops.

There are many people who are hiding openly or secretly.

It was not too early for Xie Yu and Shen Chun to return, and when they arrived, the few people who had just been talking were suddenly quiet for a moment.

Two strong opponents came, Xie Wushuang was among the top group of people who came in this time.

Modoye, Xie Wushuang, Qiu Liren, and Lingyue, the female monarch of Qingqiu, and a mysterious young man whose name is unknown and wearing a fox slave mask. There should be another one, who is also a disciple of Jianzong. , A few days ago, he suddenly showed great power, but he didn't come to Banyue Gorge, so his name was ignored.

There is someone Shen Chungui knows here, and he greeted him simply, and he said to Xie Yu via voice transmission: "Dushengquan was born in the world of sorrow and resentment, and taking it away requires going through the illusion of seven sufferings. There are seven sufferings in life, birth, old age , sickness, death, resentment and resentment, parting from love, not getting what we want, we may have to go through one of them.”

How easy it is to save someone from the past.

With Dushengquan, there will be two more misty hopes.

Xie Yu only heard about Transition Health Spring, so he didn't know much about it.

Shen Chungui likes to read miscellaneous books and knows many secrets: "Illusion of Seven Bitterness?"

All his life, he cultivated the path of affection...resentment, hatred, hatred.

If it was a hallucination, it should be the hallucination of the Resentment Society.

There is no way to avoid friends and enemies, and we often have to meet.

Resentment will.

Shen Chungui guessed his own illusion, he is not talented, he is basically hopeless in the journey of cultivation, he is likely to die from exhaustion of life energy, his illusion is either old age, sickness, death, this is what he fears the most.He doesn't really want to come, but this is a good opportunity to get closer to Wushuang, he can't miss it.

The ancestor asked him to come to Wushuang, Wushuang should be a tidal destiny, with great luck.

Following Wushuang is beneficial to his practice: "Yes. Will Wushuang be curious about what suffering he encounters?"

Du Shengquan is alive.

The little water droplet grew arms and legs, like a chubby little doll, it twitched its fingers and let out a loud baby cry.

A person is born crying.

……

As the baby cried, the figures of the crowd gradually faded away.

The little water drop glanced at the latecomers, and disappeared bouncing around, leaving only the immature children singing: "Birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment meeting, love parting..."

"I can't ask for it."

It is nothing more than a persistent person who seeks to cross the Shengquan.

One person knelt down: "...I can't ask for it."

I'm late.

Du Shengquan had no fate with him.

Can't ask for it.

……

Seven bitter illusions.

……

On the east side of the street, there was a poor scholar with poor ambitions and short hands. He didn’t achieve success in his studies, and he couldn’t lift his hands or shoulders when he was farming. Fortune life.

But no one counts what he said, and the common people know that he is a liar.Only some young ladies who admired the handsome appearance of the scholar came to count marriages from time to time.

Unfortunately, it's raining today.

The rain came fast and hard.

The scholar hurriedly cleaned up the stall and rushed home with the bookcase on his back. In the heavy rain, he saw a young man holding a sword squatting under the bridge hole. His white clothes were like snow, like clouds and mist.

The young man seemed to have seen him too, his gaze intertwined, something seemed to have slipped through his dark eyes, and there seemed to be nothing.

Shen Chungui was stunned for a while.

That young man was very beautiful, with long crow-colored eyelashes that seemed to have a frosty glow.

The ice sculptures are made of snow and jade as the bones, and the body is transparent, as clear as glass.

With a glimpse, it disappeared in a flash.

Shen Chungui just nodded, and ran away carrying the bookcase, the rain was too heavy.

The low walls are broken, the thresholds are worn out, and the red paint is mottled.

The yard was overgrown with weeds, but the couplets pasted in front of the door were neat and neat, worth two copper coins.

Shen Chungui's parents died young, and the small fortune left by him in the early years was spent when he was studying. He has nothing to live on and his family is poor.

It is late autumn now.

Shen Chungui's clothes were thin and his body was still weak, he caught a cold.I got typhoid fever, and after a few days I couldn't make it through, so I barely scraped together the money to grab two medicines. On the way back, my head was still dizzy, and my consciousness was a little confused.

Maybe it was because the impression of that day was too deep, so he looked into the bridge hole again. The boy was still there, still holding the sword, as if he hadn't moved since that day.

How can it be?

Shen Chungui took a few more glances, but stood still.

The doctor in the pharmacy had a good relationship with Shen Chungui's father before his death. Seeing that Shen Chungui was really unwell, he specially called a drug boy to send Shen Chungui back and help Shen Chungui decoct the medicine.

"Young Master Shen? Young Master Shen?" Yaotong shouted several times, only to regain his senses when he saw Shen Chungui, "What are you looking at?"

Shen Chungui pointed at the boy: "Did you see anyone there?"

It should still be a dignitary, a son of a wealthy family.

It's day and night.

The drug boy looked and looked: "Is there anyone?" The bridge hole was empty, not to mention people, not even a stray dog. He took the initiative to help Shen Chungui, "Did you have a fever? Go back quickly, and I will make medicine for you. "

Only then did Shen Chungui notice that there were people coming and going on the bridge, but no one looked at the bridge opening.

He suddenly felt a bit cold, and the chill went straight to his heart, as if he was the only one who could see that person, and he took a step back unconsciously.

The boy saw it.

There was no emotion in his eyes, he just turned his head calmly and continued to hold the sword.

Shen Chungui: "..."

He suddenly felt a little ashamed, and his face was slightly hot. When the wind blew, he felt much more awake.

Yaotong didn't want to delay too long, he still had something to do when he went back, so he urged: "Young Master Shen, hurry up."

Shen Chungui naturally knew that Yaotong was very busy.

He coughed a few times, his thin body was weak, but he was born well, a gentleman, and his words were like spring breeze: "I'm much better. Boy, let's go back first."

Seeing that the drug boy still had doubts, he smiled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not too weak to decoct medicine. Alright, let's go."

The little boy looked at Shen Chungui again and again, and saw that his thin cheeks were much rosier, so he nodded: "Then I'll go back."

As he said that, he said a little embarrassedly, "Next time, next time I will solicit more business for Mr. Shen."

The doctor asked him to come out to send Shen Chungui off, but the shopkeeper would scold him if he disappeared for too long.

Shen Chungui said with a smile: "That's a deal."

The little boy who was originally reluctant was actually grateful: "Thank you Mr. Shen."

He scratched his head, "Young Master Shen is really a good man."

The boy is gone.

Shen Chungui's smile gradually faded.

Talking and laughing, hawking, bearers carrying burdens, women leading children, pedestrians on the bridge, this is the town where he has lived for 20 years, everything is deeply familiar.

However, he looked at a lake of autumn water, no, something was wrong.

It seems that he shouldn't be so weak, nor should he be so poor.

Shen Chungui paused, but still left.

Probably hysteria.

Shen Chungui overestimated his own body, he felt uncomfortable when he walked halfway.Frowning, he leaned against a bluestone, closed his eyes slightly and rested for a while.

The wind is quiet and the leaves are noisy.

After a while, he fell asleep.

The colorful clouds were faint, and the sky was full of divine light, like the rumored Penglai fairy island, stepping on the soft clouds, Shen Chungui clearly realized that he was dreaming.

In front of him was an old man with white hair and beard.

He smiled kindly: "Have you met someone that only you can see?"

Shen Chungui raised his eyes.

As if it wasn't a dream anymore, he asked, "What do you mean?"

The old man didn't answer, and continued: "Do you want to be famous and reach the top of the court?"

Shen Chungui smiled: "You're joking."

The old man also smiled slightly: "You are full of poems and books, and your ambition is Lingyun, but you have nowhere to go because you have tried and failed many times. Now that you don't have clothes to shelter you from the cold, and you don't have enough food, how can you be willing?"

Shen Chungui stopped laughing: "..."

The old man said again: "I will give you three copper coins, and if you use those three copper coins to make fortune-telling, you will be successful. You take that young man to Beijing to seek a future, and he will protect you along the way."

Shen Chungui frowned: "What do I need to pay?"

The old man just smiled: "You will know when the time comes."

"..."

Shen Chungui wanted to ask again, but a gust of cold wind woke him up, with the blue stone still behind him.

There were three hard objects in his hand, and he spread them out, and they were three copper coins.

Sit quietly for a long time.

……

There was a shadow in front of the boy holding the sword under the bridge hole.

The youth's pupils are like amber, full of tenderness.

He was very frail and seemed to be in poor health, but his tone was very gentle, and he stretched out a hand: "Will you come with me?"

Someone told Xie Wushuang that if he cheated Shen Chungui of the three copper coins, he would be able to live like a normal person, instead of wandering alone and wandering alone without being seen by anyone.

Xie Wushuang didn't want to lie.

But when he saw Shen Chungui, he thought about it.

Not only did he want to cheat the three copper coins, but he also wanted him to die, his hatred and hatred were like tarsal maggots, and only Shen Chungui could see him.

It seems that this life can only meet the enemy.

Xie Wushuang held Shen Chungui's hand: "En."

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