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

Leng Sanqiu and Xiang Guchun walked out of the bedroom of the two real immortals, and the poinciana tree in the courtyard was covered with snow.

The fiery red phoenix fire and the bright snow complement each other, the redder becomes redder, and the whiter becomes whiter, it is a color that is so strong that it is life-threatening.

"That's it." Leng Sanqiu stopped under the tree, standing with his hands behind his back, his light gray eyes reflected the huge and monstrous crown of the tree.

"Two of the four true immortals have the spiritual roots of heaven and water. They are as good as water, without dirt and dirt. When they try to activate the extradition alternate magic circle, their spiritual roots will try their best to resist, and then they will bite themselves back. Now they can't bear it. It's really true. When the big formation is activated, it may be difficult to support the formation to operate."

The Immortal Court True Immortal is the medium for purifying the evil flow. Before the evil flow can be eliminated with the help of the earth veins and the immemorial evil-extinguishing seal, the medium itself will have to bear a large amount of evil flow.

Although the physique of a real immortal in Xianting can support it for a while, but the Tianshui Linggen can't tolerate the slightest filth.

Today Taiqingzong asked the real immortals to try the spiritual flow of the formation first, who would have discovered such a discovery.

The silver light that soared to the sky not long ago was the product of their spiritual roots running wild. If they were placed in the real opening of the big formation, the loss of control of the formation eyes would bring disastrous consequences that would destroy the world.

"Could it be that the Dao of Heaven really wants to destroy our world?" Leng Sanqiu sighed.

He glanced at Han Shandai who was dressed in red, turned around, folded his sleeves and bowed his knees, and saluted.

Leng Sanqiu said: "The wrath of a true immortal can also destroy thousands of living beings. Now the only true immortals who can volunteer to be the eyes of the battle are the four of them. Now there is such a mistake. If there is no one to help, the only way to deal with this matter Inform the people of the world and ask them to go to the fairy mountain where the true immortal lives in seclusion for help."

Xiang Guchun helped him up, and said: "Sect Master Leng, there is no need to do this, Xiangmou knows it well."

Everyone knows that there are three formation eyes, and one person makes up the formation, but they don't know that there is not only one person who makes up the formation.

Few people in this world know about Xiang Guchun's life experience, but among those who do know, who doesn't regard him as the last resort.

At first, it was because of the mixed soul in his body, and he was afraid that it would be difficult to take on his great responsibility, so it was not his turn to come, but now that no one was available, Leng Sanqiu even moved out the ordinary people, half pleading and half coercing, he must stand up and come forward. superior.

The phoenix flower branch broke off unbearably, and the clusters of red flowers splashed on the snow like a mouthful of blood.

Hearing his reply, Leng Sanqiu's long and narrow eyes showed a little relief.

Afterwards, the elders and real people who knew about Taiqingzong came out in a file, and they all bowed down deeply, Xiang Guchun stepped back half a step, lowered his eyes and smiled.

It's just that the taste in that smile is like the remaining flowers all over the ground, it's nothing to appreciate.

When Xiang Guchun left, Yan Yuanhan, who was also worshiping in the snow, got up and followed.

The mountain path of Xubu Taiqing is not long, Xiang Guchun and his uncle walk three steps in this way.

They used to have such a distance, but in the past Yan Yuanhan was in front and Xiang Guchun was in the back, but now it's reversed.

Xianggu Chun walked ahead without squinting, and Yan Yuanhan followed behind unhurriedly.

Yan Yuanhan looked at Xiang Guchun's back.

Since when, the child who was once less than his knees has grown up.

The flame pattern on the red clothes was curled in the wind, which made him look taller and thinner, and his back was so straight that it seemed that it was about to collapse in the next moment.

This figure gradually overlaps with the figure in Yan Yuanhan's memory.

His ruthless way covered his memory with a layer of frost and snow, but by accident, a thought suddenly came to his mind.

——Pro-teacher and apprentice.

In the past, Yan Yuanhan thought about it more than once, what is so good in this world, it is worth so many people's lives to accompany him.

The upper cultivation world pays attention to the law of the jungle and self-sufficiency, and Leng Sanqiu is one of the best. If the plan to raise the world did not fail, Emperor Taiqing would never have participated in the plan of this ancient formation.

"Do you have any complaints?" Yan Yuanhan asked.

Xiang Guchun's footsteps paused, and the rime-covered mountains and forests felt extraordinarily empty after the snow.

He raised his head, and the gray and heavy clouds cracked the gaps, and cold and bright light came out.

So he looked at Xu like this for a while, and said: "No, I was just thinking, the way of heaven always gives half and takes half, teaching people to feel misfortune five percent, and happiness five percent."

Yan Yuanhan has never had a deep understanding of this point, even if Tiandao and the others keep saying that Tiandao is not benevolent, they always feel that they are merciful when they are lucky, and they feel that they are cruel when they are unlucky.

His heart moved slightly, and he used his exercises to suppress the slight waves.

Lin Tao burst into bursts, and Xiang Guchun squinted at the light that was gradually obscured by the clouds for a while, thinking, love is really as thrilling as it is written in the book, like holding a young deer in his chest, and like a A bewildering dream.

The instant clarity made him lose his mind, and just a few hours ago, he wished he could go to Weisheng immediately and explain his feelings to him.

But only a few hours later, he returned to the original place.

The deer calmed down, and the dream was cracked inch by inch.

It's not going to last long, so why let him know?

Xiang Guchun was glad that he did not act impulsively. According to his usual logic, since he did not make a mistake, he should feel happy.

But he was not happy.

"Uncle Master." Xiang Guchun came back to his senses, and suddenly bowed to Yan Yuanhan.

He said: "I will go here and never come back. Xiang Guchun is alone in this life and has nothing to worry about, but now there is one person who is worried, even if he no longer lives in Hanshan in the future, he still asks his uncle to take care of him. "

He knows Yan Yuanhan's disposition, even though he is ruthless, he does not completely believe in the inhumanity of heaven and earth and regards all things as dogs. He has his own way and is a trustworthy person.

Entrusting Weisheng to him, Xiang Guchun has no worries.

Yan Yuanhan did not expect that he would ask Gu at this moment, "Who is it?"

"My apprentice." Xiang Guchun said, "He is also my lovesick person."

"You said he was yours..." Yan Yuanhan seemed to be taken aback, "...a lovesick person."

Xiang Guchun bowed deeply again, and said: "He still doesn't know about this matter, now I'm done, the child will ask Elder Yan."

When he returned to Han Mountain, the Golden Crow had sunk to the west, Xiang Guchun opened the spirit screen, but saw that Bo Ziyi hadn't left yet, and moved the drinking place to a small pavilion by the cliff.

He was not too polite, he kept on drinking, and a dozen wine jars rolled under his feet.

The mirror gentleman lay on the stone table, tore off the water mirror hanging from his waist, and played with it in his hands. The newly made magic weapon was knocked on the stone table one by one, breaking a corner of the water mirror.

Xiang Guchun had never seen him go berserk like this. When he approached, Bo Ziyi leaned on the table, squinted his eyes from his elbows and said to him, "Are you back? Your apprentice is back too. I took him to drink... ..."

Slowly said: "Now I'm afraid he won't be able to find Bei and fell into the pit, so go and have a look."

Sure enough, there was another glass wine glass on the stone table, and there was not a drop of wine in it.

Xiang Guchun let out an "ah" and went to look for Weisheng, and searched everywhere, but finally found that drunk and stupefied apprentice in his bedroom.

Xiang Guchun walked over quickly and asked, "Are you okay?"

Weisheng Yujian came galloping all day and night, there was a layer of dark black under his eyes, and maybe because of the wine he drank, his eye sockets were still a little red.

When Gu Chun came back, he smiled and said: "Master." He took out a lotus water lantern from the red bracelet on his wrist and said, "When I passed by the city, I happened to meet the River Lantern Festival where they celebrate the new year. So I brought one to Master."

He spoke fluently, and Xiang Guchun carefully observed whether Weisheng was drunk, but he really couldn't tell anything just by looking at Weisheng's eyes.

It's just that maybe under the light of this light, the young man's eyes are like water, and there is a different kind of warmth and sadness.

There is a note in the lotus lantern that can be used to write down wishes, but it is still blank.

The River Lantern Festival at the foot of the mountain has long since ended, thousands of horses have gone with the water, but Weisheng brought him a lamp.

He put the lamp in Master's hand, and fell asleep as if he couldn't hold it anymore, as if he had waited so long just to give the lamp to him.

...Sure enough, he was still drunk.

Xiang Guchun covered him with a quilt and extinguished the spiritual fire in the room.

He walked out of the bedroom with the river lantern in his hand, Bo Ziyi was still playing with his mirror in the pavilion, he raised his eyes and said: "You seem a little sad."

"Ziyi, you said before that you would give me a hexagram." Xiang Guchun said softly: "But now the hexagrams are useless to me, I remember that the emperor Jiangxi is good at illusion, so can you help me weave a dream? "

"Of course." Bo Ziyi smiled lazily, "I can transform any dream you want."

"Using 'wish' as ​​a technique." Xiang Guchun said: "I want to see my inner demon."

Bo Ziyi flipped his palms and quickly drew a circle, raised his arms and sent it away, "You find a place to lie down, and then crush it."

The three wines are like spring all the year round, only there is no spiritual screen covering the warming near the Huxin Pavilion.

Xiang Guchun came to this pavilion where he had sat on the ground for countless suns and moons, the white gauze fluttered gently, and there was no sound. He lay on a small couch in the pavilion, embraced the water lamp, and shattered the circle in his palm.

He sank into a hazy dream, and heard the snow falling, and Feng Duo tinkling under the eaves.

In the dream, he was still lying on this small couch, as if he fell asleep tired after every hard work in the past.

In a trance, he seemed to have really become an ordinary elder in the sect, and adopted a poor young man in the world.

Drinking a cup of respecting teacher tea will form a relationship between master and apprentice.

Then, during the long-term relationship, they developed mutual love and lovesickness, and the pigeons tied with red strings flew all over the world, passing invitations that were hot and sprinkled with gold.

Zhou Minggui and Bo Ziyi each brought congratulatory gifts, and teased him that he had finally opened his eyes, and wished them happiness and peace, and wished them happiness forever.

The cloud billows in the blue sky, and the true immortals of the fairy garden fly by, leaving some legends about the immortals in the mortal world.

Every household in the world is busy for New Year's Eve. Strings of lanterns are hung in front of the door, and the trees and silver flowers are in full swing. There is no fear of being empowered by evil currents one day, and there is no danger or loss.

Gu Chunchun of Binglinggen is the most carefree in winter. He likes the snowfall scenery, so he will move the couch and chair to the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

The result of the apprentice being too promising is that the master is bored, so he bought a book of human words to pass the time, and when he encountered a wonderful story, he would buy another copy and give it to the head master.

But Xiangyin Likan's book is more unrestrained and addictive, and I can't let the ice-faced brother find out, otherwise I will be pressed on the bed and try to read it page by page.

Xiang Guchun finished reading the story book, and compiled a few pages of the first draft of the sword manual for the disciples of the sect. Feeling sleepy, he slowly fell asleep.

Until someone slowly approached quietly, and put away his scattered manuscripts one by one, the paper surface rubbed against each other to make a slight sound, as if rubbing on his heart inch by inch.

The visitor gently tidied up his long hair, and put the broken hair behind his ears. The apprentice was like a young man, still awkward in love affairs, but he couldn't help himself, he gasped a few times, and bowed slightly He lowered his body, and placed a soul-stirring kiss on Master's lips.

Weisheng's heartbeat was too loud, he took advantage of the time when he went out to slay demons and rushed back thousands of miles, as if he didn't want Master to think that he lost his dignity due to love, so he disappeared and left quickly.

That kiss fell on the lips like snowflakes, with a clear and lingering breath, it will not go for a long time.

Xiang Guchun's dream woke up at this moment.

He stepped out of the heart demon formation step by step, and the picture behind him was broken into lavender light spots.

On the top of Han Mountain, he looked at the white water, black mountain, and thousands of lights in the distance. The moist wind blew away his forehead hair, and the fragments of the dream swayed in the eyes, and then disappeared in the smoke and clouds.

This piece of heaven and earth is very beautiful, with innocent nostalgia, delicate tenderness, and obsession that refuses to let go.

Xiang Guchun thought: God, you should know, I'm clearly just one step short.

I'm clearly just a little bit short...

He laughed silently, tears slipped and scattered in the wind.

At the same time, Weisheng sat up from the bed, his eyes were clear, he touched his lips with his index finger, and he seemed to be able to feel the soft and cold touch.

When he raised his hand, the red bracelet on his wrist touched the head of the bed, making a "ding" sound.

For a long period of time since he was a teenager, he would be like an animal hoarding fruits for the winter, collecting magic tools and spiritual treasures in the world of cultivating immortals.

In this way, it has been collected continuously for decades.

This is very difficult in the turbulent world of comprehension, but he did it, and he was delighted. Every time he received something, it seemed that he was getting closer to that dream.

He wants to save a generous dowry or dowry for himself, he wants to welcome his master home, and he wants to welcome his lover home.

But now this dream is completely shattered before his eyes.

He gently turned the red bracelet in his hand, and said: "Master, I'm sorry, I can't be the person you left on Mount Han, life or death, I want to accompany you."

He wrote a letter, and the pigeon flew out of the mountain gate.

Halfway through the journey, the thin purple clothes did not support the red umbrella anymore. He was covered in wind and snow. He raised his head, and the stars were hidden behind the clouds, dim and unclear.

He took the pigeon and sighed heavily.

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The author has something to say:

Shen Zhexue: Why is the memory chapter so heartbreaking?

Yu: Ahem, look, didn't your previous wishes almost come true during Elder Shen's time?