Master on the side of the road, don't pick it up

A member of the Taiqing sect, Bai Yi Sanyue, mourns the fellow Taoists who died in the evil war.

The emperor's disciples came to summon the soul, and the sound of chanting continued for a long time.

The morning bell of Beishan Academy rings day after day, accompanied by the sun rising from the east, the bell and the morning glow sprinkle to this thousand-year-old sect together.

After Shen Zhexue woke up, she went to Taiqingzong to see Yan Yuanhan.

At the beginning, Elder Yan also left a last letter, asking the descendants of the sect not to write eulogy for his stele, and all the magical instruments in the treasure house on his Elder Peak can be placed according to the old Taiqing rules, and left for those who are destined.

As for the close-fitting clothes and other accessories, they were set on fire, and there was no need to set up a clothes tomb, just throw them into the river behind his residence.

After discussing with Zhou Ling, Pei Jing and others, the succeeding elders followed Elder Yan's arrangement one by one.

Now Yan Yuanhan's mountain is still uninhabited, and his two direct disciples are taking care of it.

But in fact, there are not many places to take care of, because the snow blows day and night on the mountain, and the frost and snow are thousands of miles away, which is colder than Bianran Peak.

From the moment you step into the Lingping screen, the white snow spreads all the way to the top of the mountain, except for regular snow removal to prevent the houses on the mountain road from being submerged, there is nothing else to do.

The name of this peak is "Floating Life, Everlasting Hate".

Of course, Yan Yuanhan himself would not come up with such a gentle name. This was originally the name given by the previous peak master, and he did not deliberately change it until Elder Yan took over.

But with Yan Yuanhan's reputation outside, people in the sect followed the Jishuang sword and called this place Jishuang Peak.

Gradually, I forgot about the eternal hatred of life, and only remembered the snow and frost all the year round.

There is only one place on Fusheng Changhen Peak that does not snow, and that is a river behind Yan Yuan's cold house.

There is a spiritual screen to keep out the wind on the river. The river channel is chiseled out with the intent of swords, leading to melt water from the snow-capped mountains. There are dozens of willows on both sides. The leaves are like sapphires, stretching gently in the wind.

No one can recognize the Lord Jishuang Sword again, and now the sword is standing under Yiyi Yangliu, forming a straight shadow in the rays of the sun.

Shen Zhexue sprinkled wine as a sacrifice, and the river gurgled, carrying willow leaves to the distance.

For Yan Yuanhan, no one can give a completely clear evaluation, and he really doesn't need an evaluation from future generations.

He did sincerely participate in the previous plan to raise the upper realm of cultivation, but he also burned up his cultivation base for the aura of the four directions.

Under the circumstances of the change of the laws of heaven, he is the only monk who has survived the catastrophe of ascension so far, but he is also the fastest-growing true immortal.

And Shen Zhexue now knows that, as the controller of the soul washing pool, Yan Yuanhan has really projected a soul to the other side.

He has always had two adoptive fathers.

One is gentle and kind, and the other is serious and serious.

The former stayed at the local junior high school to teach, and would stay at home reading and clipping newspapers in his spare time. After making mooncakes countless times, he finally realized that he had no cooking talent at all, and then started playing games very trendy, such as Fruit Ninja Happy Ball Synthesizing big watermelon and other things is very smooth, and it has always been at the top of Shen Zhexue's friend list.

And the other is an old-fashioned character, known as the most cruel professor in a certain university but the most unwilling to give low marks in teaching evaluations. He can be called a model of love and hate. He studies condensed matter physics and treats students who fail. My persuasion is that if you don’t study well, it’s better to be indecisive about quantum mechanics. Oh, if you don’t understand quantum mechanics, it’s really helpless. The level of teaching and scientific research is not good, but sometimes the dragon sees its head and doesn’t see its tail. It is said that it flies in the sky every day. Come and fly.

I am not very good at understanding modern devices, such as mobile phones, but I have two mobile phones, one for work and one for daily use.

In the elderly phone used in daily life, there are only two contact information, one is Yinli, and the other is Shen Zhexue. They both use their full names. It may be to prevent the phone from being lost, and some bad guys make fraudulent calls to their relatives. Ask for money or something.

Afterwards, Shen Zhexue still finds it amazing when she thinks about it. God knows why the sword cultivator who has overturned mountains and seas with this sword is afraid of scammers.

But in fact, none of them are real beings in that world, and these are just disguises of identity.

Xiang Yinli followed Shen Zhexue to arrive with the sword soul, but the soul body was already very weak, and he couldn't go too far.

It is impossible for Yan Yuanhan to stare at the soul washing pool all the time, so he uses illusion to hide without touching the cause and effect.

Xiang Yinli knew all of this, when Yan Yuanhan appeared in this world, the head of Xiangyin originally wanted to fight him desperately.

It wasn't until the other party frankly understood the purpose of coming that he was willing to plan this round together with him.

They did not talk about the past for a long time.

The head of Xianggu is a person who focuses on the present. Now that the soul washing pool has been cast, there is no room for change. Otherwise, half of Xiangguchun's soul will be wiped out, and it will be dangerous for the formation.

But after all, they still dragged Xianggu Chun back into this evil and chaotic world, as a man with swords and swords, he was not allowed to be free.

After visiting the dazed Shen Zhexue again, Xiang Yinli sat on the street bench for a long time.

He is nothing more than a wandering soul here, and when his aura is thin, the cold air of early autumn can blow his soul away, confirming the description of being fragile.

The head of the prime minister has never been so aggrieved in his life. It is no problem for him to bring down a monk to die together, but he is powerless to fight against the spiritual power of the other world.

Yan Yuanhan sat quietly beside him, and handed Xiang Yinli a hydrogen balloon in the shape of a blue fat man.

The head of the prime minister looked at him very speechlessly, Yan Yuanhan said nothing, and tied the string of the hydrogen balloon to the senior brother's wrist.

This is the fat blue man who can grant any wish.

Yan Yuanhan didn't tell Xiang Yinli, senior brother, I can do it too.

Elder Yan's ruthless way completely broke down on the day and night when the formation was built.

He kept thinking of the mountain road full of phoenix flowers, the boy who was once like an ice sculpture entrusted him with a lovesick person.

Time has passed, and the feeling of forgetting everything has never been a way to avoid it.

When he realized that the wine in the cup was so cold that the root of his tongue was numb, Fusheng Everlasting Peak was almost destroyed by him, and Leng Sanqiu outside the Lingping Screen looked warily at Yan Yuanhan in the snowy ruins.

But Elder Yan just sprinkled the powder from the wine cup in his hand lightly, and said, "Well, it's broken."

After that, I was in pain, so I don't need to say more.

And Xiang Yinli also likes that new world.

They live in a country where there is no war or hunger. Most people work to live a better life, and children receive systematic education in schools.

There is no spiritual power circle, and no flying sword to fly to the sky, but there is a technological network and a down-to-earth life.

The head of Xiangmen knows nothing about cooking, but he can cook noodles with the help of tools. The instructions are very clear, how hot the water is, how long to cook, and what ingredients to add.

So in Shen Zhexue's memory, this adoptive father is proficient in 180 kinds of noodle recipes, among which there are several unexpected ways to eat instant noodles.

When Yan Yuanhan came to Xihunchi to visit, he would insist on cooking for Xiangyinli. If it weren't for the fact that this world has its own laws, he might have cooked nutritious meals for ten years and stored them in the storage bag Let Xiangyin leave the punch card to eat.

But obviously things like storage bags would not be allowed to appear, so he could only watch and listen in all directions in the kitchen, one person was in charge of a table of big dishes, and prevented the dangerous behavior of his senior brother coming over to lift the lid out of curiosity.

None of them said what was in their hearts.

If it is really possible to live here for a long time, that would be great.

But in fact it doesn't work out.

It's like the regretful past that the real immortal uncle who once Shen Zhexue talked about on the day he turned into the Immemorial Fengxie Formation.

He said that they were all assisted by Mingdeng Xianzun, who was old and unruly, often slipped down to the world, and chose the identity of the transformation form very casually.

The first time you see a tree, you will turn into a poplar and stand silently in front of the city gate, watching people come and go in various forms in the world; , Will also wear a pomegranate-colored skirt, invite to pick lotus to buy hairpins, and brocade for painting.

When Shen Zhenxian talked about the origin of Shen Zhexue's name, he also smiled softly, with longing and sadness in his eyes.

On that day, the immortal ran out again, saying that he had figured out the future marriage.

They all remembered that Shi Lingdeng prepared elegant green robes and pleated skirts as red as the scorching sun that day, brought together many belongings, and then transformed into the appearance of a mortal demon. The fairy couple who met disappeared without a trace.

"The heavenly marriage of the Immortal Venerable has always been a major event, and those of us will naturally follow. My sister and brother-in-law have never been to the human world a few times." He said eloquently.

"But the two of them are like mortal couples, childhood sweethearts come here, and it is fate, and they love each other every day, which is really enviable. It happened to be deep winter that year, and we landed on a mountain, and plum blossoms bloomed all over the mountain. It's a beautiful view."

Under the ravages of evil currents, there is no going back to the past.

"My younger sister, Ming Shen Jun, who is so powerful in ordinary life, saw that flower was going to pick it like a little girl. She liked the best branch on the top, and she couldn't reach it with tiptoes. She completely forgot that she would be immortal. Court tricks, that is, the one from her family folded it for her, and the snow fell all over her head, so it was called Baishou in the world, so she named the child in her belly-Zhexue."

But until the end, Ming Shenjun did not see Shen Zhexue grow up.

Even in this world, people have many regrets and hatreds, how can it be perfect.

In addition to taking care of Shen Zhexue, Xiang Yinli is also trying his best to experience life in this world.

On the day when the Soul Cleansing Pond is completed, Shen Zhexue will be summoned back to the Sifang Realm, and he will not be able to leave after drinking together. The aura fluctuation behind the Void Gate will shatter his weak sword soul state in one fell swoop. Cultivators have never reincarnated , he will die completely.

On the eve of Song Yi calling back souls, Yan Yuanhan came to the projection of the soul washing pool in this world again.

Xiang Yinli returned to his appearance in Sifangjie, with long hair hanging down and spread on the bed.

In this stable and peaceful time and space, before the dawn of this farewell, they were happy all night, just like they did when they were young in the upper cultivation world, endlessly getting closer, kissing and hugging.

When Chaoyang climbed onto the green leaves of the hanging basket on the window sill, the master minister whispered in a hoarse voice: "Junior brother, live on, you have to live well."

Yan Yuanhan said: "Okay."

Then they washed and dressed, put on new sheets and quilts, bought live fish ribs and tomatoes at the vegetable market, carried big and small bags, and went to Shenzhe like all the elders eager to give their children a surprise. Snow dwelling.

The moment Shen Zhexue woke up, the Soul Cleansing Pond was gone, Yan Yuanhan held the long handle of the whisk, and finally completely lost his senior brother.

Later, it was time for Dao Xiao to die.

Yan Yuanhan agreed to his brother, but failed.

This is another broken promise.

Shen Zhexue stayed on Fusheng Changhen for a whole day, and the night she returned, she seemed to have had a dream.

He heard Yan Yuanhan sigh helplessly, and said: "How does this thing work, why did you take us around in circles? You have deviated from the route, we have been here for half an hour, artificial intelligence, artificial intelligence is lost ?”

A female voice beside him said: "Brother An Xin, you are already half an hour late. Didn't your instructor say that it is God's will to go out two hours earlier and be blocked until now? It's not a big problem."

"...What about you and yours? Will puppy wolf be so calm when we make an appointment?" Yan Yuanhan asked back.

The gorgeous female voice laughed, "It's a little wolf dog! He has a good figure and was born as a graphic model. My sister plans to send him to debut. You should surf the Internet more."

Then there was the sound of honking to get off the car and running, Yan Yuanhan rushed to the place where Shimen made a dinner appointment, and just ran into two alumni of the same year who majored next door.

One of them said: "What are you afraid of, isn't it just a scar? It's not shameful, I just like you, go, who dares to whisper to you, go scold that person with me!"

He paused, saw Yan Yuanhan, and said loudly: "Hey, who is it! Your senior brother just came down to pick you up, go straight and turn to the left, your senior brother is by the lattice window!"

Yan Yuanhan thanked him and ran hurriedly, but after turning a corner, he stopped suddenly.

At that moment, the noisy voices disappeared.

Next to the artificial lake outside the window, willow branches brush the water, and birds sing.

Xiang Yinli stood under the antique lattice window, covered with warmth all over his body, and said with a smile: "Junior brother, here we come."

Then Shen Zhexue woke up.

"Master?" Shi Yuan lit up the lamp by the bed, saw Shen Zhexue sitting up in confusion, and asked, "Master, what's the matter?"

Shen Zhexue blinked, the dream was like flowing water without a trace, and the bright moon was rising outside the window, like hoarfrost and mist, which seemed unreal and unreal.