Xianjun, please calm down

Yu Changqing sighed lightly and said: "The master of the bamboo house and the Taoist companions use this incense only to assist in their cultivation. Before my Yuanyang was not broken, it was naturally difficult to resist. If it is now, it will not be so."

Thinking of how Xianjun's Yuanyang was broken, Da Zhuang's face became hot again, his eyes fixed on a small area in front of him and said: "How do you know so clearly?"

Yu Changqing turned his hand and took out a bamboo slip, and said, "Look at this."

Da Zhuang saw the small piece of blood on the upper corner of the bamboo slip, and said, "That bamboo slip that was placed on the table before? Isn't it a practice?"

Yu Changqing said: "No, it's a note from the owner of the bamboo house."

Da Zhuang took it and flipped it back and forth: "I don't understand a single word."

Yu Changqing said: "This is an ancient script, it's not uncommon for you not to recognize it."

Da Zhuang handed the bamboo slips back to him and said, "It doesn't matter if I don't recognize it, as long as you recognize it, you can tell me what is written on the noodles."

Yu Changqing put away the jade slips and said: "The owner of this bamboo house is called Yunxiu, and his Taoist companion is named Qinghen. Yunxiu's spiritual root belongs to water, and Qinghen's spiritual root belongs to wood. The two have similar temperaments, and their spiritual roots match. , can be regarded as a couple of gods and immortals, Qinghen is open-minded by nature, has excellent aptitude, and his cultivation base is advancing rapidly, but Yunxiu is more thoughtful.

He was competitive all his life. At that time, his cultivation level was not as good as Qinghen's, and he always had a dull pain in his heart. Qinghen was worried that he would rise up one step ahead of Yunxiu, leaving him alone, so he tried to suppress his realm and refused to practice. After Yunxiu learned about it , once thought that Qinghen's move was a humiliation to him, he left angrily, trying to find a chance, but unexpectedly encountered a fierce beast and almost died, Qinghen rushed to rescue him, but he had already been caught between the teeth of the fierce beast The poison, the spiritual root is damaged, and there is no hope of ascension.

Qinghen was so anxious that he searched for a way to detoxify him everywhere. Seeing that he was tortured by the poison, he was in pain and even cried several times. Yunxiu suddenly realized that his previous persistence was a big mistake. Unfortunately, it was too late. Qinghen spends the rest of his days with him, and then ascends after he dies, Qinghen agrees to him.

But Qinghen agreed to him verbally, but after asking for help everywhere, he knocked him unconscious one day, and at the cost of destroying his spiritual root, transferred the poison in Yunxiu's body to himself. In a short time, the blue hair became gorgeous, the spiritual root was damaged, and the cultivation base was completely useless. It only lasted for three years and then fell.And Yunxiu has obtained most of Qinghen's cultivation, not only cleared the poison, but also only one step away from flying.

After Qinghen transferred the poison, his body became no different from that of ordinary people, even more sickly. He knew that his life would not be long. In order not to become a burden to Yunxiu, and he didn't want Yunxiu to feel guilty and painful, he wanted to take advantage of Yunxiu's awakening. Ya went back, but was rescued by Yunxiu who woke up in time. "

When he said this, he patted Da Zhuang's hand, and said: "The painting on the wall is when Yunxiu woke up to look for it, and saw the back of Qinghen standing on the edge of the cliff."

Da Zhuang felt sorry for hearing this, and when he looked at the painting again, he could see an indescribable sadness in it, and he said softly, "And then?"

Yu Changqing continued: "Qinghen jumped off the cliff, and Yunxiu jumped down in grief. After catching Qinghen in mid-air, he built this bamboo house directly under the cliff, and lived here in seclusion from then on, spending time with him It's been the last three years."

Da Zhuang said: "After Qinghen fell, Yunxiu ascended as he wished?"

Yu Changqing shook his head and said: "At that time, Yunxiu asked Qinghen why he did that. Qinghen said that Yunxiu was so aggressive that he was injured because his desire for cultivation was too strong. In Xiu's heart, there is an extremely longing to ascend.

He felt that there was no hope for Yunxiu to ascend after being poisoned, and he must be in great pain. He hoped that his Taoist companion could get what he wanted, so he sacrificed his life's cultivation and his own life, hoping to help his Taoist companion, but he didn't want to. You know, at that time, Yunxiu had already figured it out, no longer longing for a strong cultivation base, but wanted to be with Qinghen for the rest of his life. "

Da Zhuang looked at the painting and sighed, "Ah, what a pity."

Yu Changqing said: "After Qinghen died, Yunxiu blamed himself in pain and couldn't restrain himself. He painted this picture and hung it on the wall. After several years alone in this bamboo house with wine, he finally couldn't bear it. With the blue marks on the road of longevity, I decided to go after my Taoist companion."

Da Zhuang opened his mouth wide and said, "He...hasn't he ascended?"

Yu Changqing said: "Everyone thinks that he has ascended to the fairy world, but in fact, after writing this note, he refined the bamboo house into a magic weapon, leaving traces of blue marks forever, and turned the mountain range After marking it as the boundary of the cave, setting it as a secret realm that can be entered under the golden core, and ensuring that no one can really find and enter his 'cave', it is self-destructed."

Da Zhuang sighed softly: "He is also a poor man."

Yu Changqing said: "Siren has passed away. No matter how regretful he is, he will never beg him back. He wrote at the end that he only hopes that his Taoist companion will be reincarnated. Don't be too impatient and wait for him."

Da Zhuang said: "You said they can meet again after reincarnation?"

Yu Changqing said frankly: "The reincarnated person forgets all his past, even if we meet again, we still don't know each other."

Da Zhuang looked at the portrait on the wall, and said softly: "In the last few years, Yunxiu drew the appearance of Qinghen after he had transferred the poison, facing it every day, in fact, he was torturing himself. He hated himself, Qinghen Thinking that he loved his cultivation more than himself, he gave up his life, wanting to fulfill his desire, but he didn't want to, what he longed for at that time was no longer cultivation."

Yu Changqing said: "Yunxiu's longing for cultivation is just because of his competitive spirit. Judging from the matter of Qinghen's transfer of poison, Qinghen must cherish and value him on weekdays, and it may be because of this. He cherished his identity and made his heart more proud, so he made a big mistake."

Da Zhuang said: "No matter how wrong he is, he has already paid a heavy price. If we meet again in the next life, he will definitely cherish it."

Yu Changqing still said frankly: "The country is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change. A narrow-minded person will not be open-minded no matter how he reincarnates."

Da Zhuang sighed, "Why are you so harsh on him?"

Yu Changqing frowned, he was just telling the truth.

However, before he could speak, Da Zhuang pushed him and said: "Xianjun, look at the hand that Qinghen hangs by his side, is there something in the palm?"

Yu Changqing looked intently, frowned slightly, straightly propped himself up and got off the ground, Da Zhuang anxiously said: "What are you doing?!"

Yu Changqing stood up, a little dizzy in his head, he stood for a while, then walked over slowly, looked carefully at the hand of the person in the painting, and said in a slightly surprised voice, "It's Qingshan vine!"

Da Zhuang supported the old man's waist, and got off the ground with some difficulty. He planned to come over to help him, but he was shocked when he heard it: "What?"