Chunyin

Cang Lan led the young man who claimed to be a Taoist priest up.

Canglan came up and introduced first: "This is fellow Taoist Lu Xiaoyao from the Xiaoyao Sect of Wuyou Mountain. Do the two gods recognize each other?" He said and glanced at Jumang.The meaning of Canglan Lord's smile or not is very clear - Tu Zejun has become a little Taoist priest Lu Yunxiu, what's going on?

Before Gou Mang could answer, the young man standing behind Cang Lan took a step forward, held his sword and bowed his hands to everyone, his voice fell through the damp and damp in the attic, and fell into my ear: "Under Lu Yunxiu, see Over the gods."

The young man was wearing a white Taoist robe with black piping, and a green jade wall was hanging from a red tape around his waist. He stood in the thick green surrounding the attic, looking like an unexpected visitor.

Zhao Chu explained: "I didn't pay attention to him alone. He was already like this when I found out. I talked to him for a long time but couldn't make any sense. I insisted on saying that I was a Taoist priest on Wuyou Mountain, and pestered me to talk about practicing crossing. Regarding the matter of robbery, I heard that there are gods on this island, so I begged me to bring them to meet them."

"Exactly." Lu Yunxiu lowered his eyelids and said respectfully, "I have been looking for the fairy trail for many years, and I have been looking for it. Who knows that today I have broken through the iron shoes and can't find it."

Zhao Chu muttered softly: "Why did you enter the fairy island by mistake? Obviously we brought you up here."

Gou Mang looked at the little Taoist priest, seemed to find it very interesting, stepped forward with his robe sleeves wrapped around him, sized him up twice, and asked, "Are you a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect in Wuyou Mountain?"

Lu Yunxiu arched his hands, still respectful, and replied: "Yes. I am a teacher of Taoist Wuchen, and I practiced Taoism in Wuyou Mountain since I was a child."

Gou Mang asked, "What about your parents?"

Lu Yunxiu said: "My father and mother passed away when I was young, and I grew up in the mountains."

Gou Mang asked again: "How many disciples do you have in the Xiaoyao Sect?"

Lu Yunxiu pondered for a while, and said: "There are about 30 people. There should be eight people under my master Taoist Wuchen, but there are actually only seven people."

Gou Mang slightly raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and asked with a smile, "How do you say that?"

Lu Yunxiu said: "Master said that he should have eight apprentices by fate. Although one of them is not destined to come, he will not come for a long time, but his seat will always be reserved."

"This old man Wuchen is really interesting..." Gou Mang laughed, then turned his head and chatted to Mr. Canglan, "Canglan, do you remember the 'I can't eat and walk around' at the Taibaixing Lord's opening banquet a few years ago?" Is it your dust-free son?"

Cang Lan thought about it for a while, and said: "So his master is Wuchen Yuanjun?"

Lu Yunxiu raised his head in surprise when he heard the words, and said, "My master has really become a fairy?"

Gou Manglong nodded with his hands.

Lu Yunxiu said: "So, Master didn't lie to me, can mortals really become immortals?"

Gou Mang said, "Of course. Besides your master, there is another one standing in front of you."

Lu Yunxiu was overjoyed again when he heard the words, and couldn't help looking at the others in the attic.But Mr. Canglan was probably born too elegant and expensive, and Guangling and Zhaochu had auras that could not be hidden. Lu Yunxiu looked around in the attic, and finally fell on me.He made a judgment in his heart, but he didn't say anything in his mouth, he just nodded slightly at me as if he met an old friend in a foreign land.

I stood leaning on the railing, half of my body was drenched in the slanting wind and drizzle, my whole body was stiff, and my heart was also clammy and cold.

At this time, my wrist was gently pulled, and Guangling's voice came secretly, he said: "Biluowan recovered his consciousness, and he went back to the front. This is Tu Ze's last life in the mortal world. recognize you."

"Lu Yunxiu, next is Fu Changting, right?" I said, "He recognized me soon."

Then he will soon become like Guangling, like Jumang, who not only recognizes Liang Lanyu, but also Lu Zhuo, and Deyun. He will remember the history going back thousands of years, and know all the causes and consequences of heaven and earth... and I, I Painting the ground is a prison, first wandering by the small bitter river, and then someone tore open a small mouth called "Izumo" for me, but I turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear, staying in the identity of Liang Lanyu and not wanting to go out, Guangling is willing to indulge me to continue doing A timid water ghost, but not everyone wants to.

Over there, Canglan saw that Lu Yunxiu recognized the wrong person, and said with a smile: "Friend Lu Xiao, I was also a human being in the lower realm thousands of years ago, but now I can barely be regarded as an immortal. Just now you said that you have been searching for the fairy trail for many years, and you don't know why?"

Lu Yunxiu was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses, and hurriedly cupped his hands again and said: "Master told me that if you devote yourself to cultivating the Tao, mortals can also become immortals. However, the most talented brother in Xiaoyaomen has gone mad because of improper practice. Crossing the catastrophe is not enough to practice for many years. There are many disciples who are ruined once. I am born with poor bones, and the progress of practice is even slower. After many years of practice, I have achieved nothing. Because the master said that I am destined to be immortal, I have persisted until now. This time I am looking for immortals Firstly, I want to ask whether the matter of cultivating immortals is feasible for me, and secondly, I want to ask about the good way of cultivating immortals."

After hearing this, Cang Lan stretched out her hand to him, and said with a smile, "Young fellow Daoist Lu, can you lend me your hand?"

Lu Yunxiu hurriedly put his hand in Cang Lan's palm, Cang Lan frowned and looked at Ju Mang after a careful look, and said, "Mr. Tu Ze shouldn't have such roots."

Lu Yunxiu was confused and said, "Ah?"

Lord Canglan glanced at him, then sighed and said to Jumang: "It shouldn't be so temperamental."

Gou Mang spread his arms beside him, and said helplessly: "In his last life in the mortal world, Si Ming deliberately covered up a bit of his spiritual wisdom, so that's why. The spiritual wisdom he owed should have been made up by another person. Who knows... hey, in this life, if he only relied on his own strength, it would be absolutely impossible for him to cultivate to the Dao."

Cang Lan: "...this fate is also wicked."

Lu Yunxiu was stunned at the side listening: "What is the meaning of Xianjun?"

Gou Mang said solemnly: "You should have heard of the method of dual cultivation."

Lu Yunxiu came to his senses, thought of something, and stuttered for a moment: "Shuang, Shuangxiu? Same, same who?"

Gou Mang closed his eyes and said, "Who else can I be with?"

Countless figures flashed in Lu Yunxiu's mind, his face turned blue and white, and finally he didn't know who, and took a step back like a bolt from the blue.I probably understood what was going on in my heart, but when I saw Lu Yunxiu's reaction, I felt a little relieved for a moment, and I thought it was a little funny-this Lu Yunxiu was acting stupid, he was completely different from Fu Changting, and he was like me.

Gou Mang teased him, but Cang Lan couldn't see it, and explained: "If my guess is correct, the destined Taoist companion Lu Xiaodao should be the apprentice that your master has been waiting for for a long time."

Lu Yunxiu's expression eased at first, and then he said "ah?" and said in surprise: "Here, how can I become a Taoist partner with a person who has never appeared before?"

Lu Yunxiu's question is on point, this is the dead end of his life.

Canglan sighed, and seemed to find this problem quite difficult to solve. He turned around, looked at me first, and then cast his eyes on Guangling—for some reason, it was clearly my problem, but they all felt that it should be solved. It was up to Guangling to make up his mind.

Guangling sat silently in the same place from the beginning to the end, sitting peacefully like a mountain. At this time, all eyes in the attic were on him.Guangling looked as usual, he bent down and put down the teacup in his hand, without raising his eyelids, he said, "The clothes are wet."

I came back to my senses and hurriedly withdrew my hand that had been holding on to the railing. I was a little embarrassed in the sight of everyone. I walked back a few steps, brushed off the rain and fog that had accumulated on my body, and said, "It's okay."

"Want to hide in my sleeve?" Guangling asked again.

I froze and looked at everyone in the attic, finally shook my head and said, "Thank you, God. I have been hiding for 100 years, and I can't keep hiding."

"Have you figured it out?" He finally raised his eyes to look at me.

"Thought it out." I said.

Guangling looked at me silently for a while, then smiled slightly and said, "Good jiao'er."

The intimate tone made me tremble slightly, as if it inspired some kind of instinct, making me want to sneak into his sleeve—maybe he used to call me like this before?If this is the case, it seems that it is not so difficult and painful to do the little jiao out of the cloud.