Ex-husband insists on remarrying

The [-]th of next month is the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference organized by Xiaoyaozong. Today is only the [-]th. Zou Ling is going to walk around before the conference to meet old friends. Huo Hao immediately patted his chest and wanted to be his guard, afraid that he would go all the way. Sitting in a wheelchair is inconvenient.

"I don't need guards." Zou Ling smiled, "I do need friends, isn't it good to be friends?"

Huo Hao whistled twice: "Of course! Master Zou, you have such a sweet mouth, where did you cultivate it?"

Zou Ling tilted his head when he heard this, is this sweet?

The two left the bear-infested deep mountain together, and the road was full of bear demons and bear spirits. They didn't seem to care that he was in a wheelchair, and they just waved their bear paws at him enthusiastically.The bear boy who pulled up a whole tree to send him off last night was no longer afraid of life, he bounced around, and shouted loudly when they came out of the mountain: "Master Immortal, remember to come and play again next time!"

Zou Ling waved his hand and answered from a distance, thinking about this farewell in his heart, he was afraid that there would be no chance of reuniting in the old place.

On the way, Huo Hao asked him: "Buli, what kind of friends do you have?"

Zou Ling hugged the little gray wolf and used his spiritual power to drive the wheelchair. He picked the blooming spring flowers on the side of the road, broke off the petals and chewed slowly: "I, a hundred years ago, I made some friends from the monster race. After the war, I went back to Xiaoyaozong to recuperate, and my friends didn't want to set foot on the human race, so I walked less with them. Unlike you, who persistently chased Xiaoyaozong to see me."

Huo Hao wondered: "Then you don't have any race friends?"

After eating the flowers, Zou Ling went to pick grass, wove a small green bracelet and put it around the little gray wolf's neck, pursed his lips and said with a smile, "Aha, have you heard the name of my elder brother Huai Jin?"

Huo Hao nodded: "The traitor of Xiaoyao Sect."

"That's right. Because of this, I have no friends in the human race." Zou Ling caressed the gray wolf Xiaobao's fluffy head, and there was no anger or loathing in his eyes, only gentleness and desolation, "I am in the bondage of the human race." , one is Bai Yu, the other is a disciple of the Xiaoyao Sect, and there is nothing else."

Huo Hao frowned, seeming to understand but not understanding, the monster race was straight-minded, he didn't understand the twists and turns of the human race, but he had read a few more goofy scripts recently, and he could vaguely hear his implication.

The fault of Huaijin alone caused the world of comprehension to suffer disaster. Brothers are indebted to juniors. Zou Ling, who came from the same sect with him, could not redeem his sins no matter how many remedies he made. , Sorrow and hatred always need an outlet, an enemy who concentrates and concretizes hatred.

"I used to be obsessed with clearing the door. In the human race, there was no place to rely on except Bai Yu. So I often went to the demon clan to investigate, and I met many demons with temperament. Some of them are the same as you. Love is separated from mountains and seas, or even from yin and yang because of the demon king; there are also some who are independent of the world, don't care about the vicissitudes of the world, and only stay in a corner of the peach blossom garden." Zou Ling's voice is like spring springs and light vines on the grassland, which sounds pleasant, "I want to go first Go and visit that confidant who is at ease."

Huo Hao accompanied him, chatting and questioning while meditating, constantly thinking about Zou Ling's identity in the cultivation world.Thinking too deeply and convolutedly, he couldn't help asking: "Buli, you said you have no human friends, what did Bai Yu say? At that time, you were Taoist couples, and you should share weal and woe. Over the years, I saw that he often left early and returned late. The appearance of monks and friends all over the world is very different from the desertedness of your cave."

"he?"

A poor unlucky sword cultivator whose master sect was destroyed, his childhood sweetheart was taken into captivity, and he was seriously injured and had nowhere to go. He was picked up by the Xiaoyao Sect, the source of the disaster, and was forced to become a "son-in-law". Other immortal sects will only regard him more. For our own people.Even though there was resistance to his status as the "husband-in-law" of the Xiaoyao Sect at first, but watching him frequently leapfrog and improve his realm in the past 200 years, he will only have the heart to win him over.

Rather than allowing the proud son of Sword Soul Mountain to be humiliated in the cultivation world, it is better to let one person be humiliated and everyone respect him.

Zou Ling paused, and said with a peaceful smile: "He couldn't hide it before, but anyone with eyes can tell that he and I became a Taoist couple not out of love, but because of the helplessness of being dependent on others. I will feel more sympathetic to him. Besides, he is so strong, the immortal Mu Qiang, what reason do you have for refusing to make friends with him?"

Huo Hao figured it out, and flicked his wheelchair: "It was you who pushed the boat along."

"It is others who will conquer the sky, and heaven will reward those who work hard."

When the wind blows, he squints his eyes to see the dandelions all over the plain swept up by the spring breeze, and thinks peacefully of Bai Yu.The long-term love sticks to the dandelion flying to nowhere, and the longing stays on the bare grass, waiting for the spring rain and spring to nourish, and then give birth to the dandelion that never dries up.

"If you picked someone else instead of him, you would also form a Taoist partner with him. Would you invite that person to support Xiaoyaozong?"

Zou Ling just smiled: "There is no if, so I won't."

Huo Hao thought of the bloody story books he had read, and he was embarrassed to say that the two protagonists in some of the story books were fabricated by his friend and Leng Bingbing Sword Immortal.In different stories, friends have different temperaments. One is gloomy and extreme, infatuated and humble;He picks it up to read what the world thinks of him, and often gets angry while reading it, angry at his friend He Qiqingfengjiyue who has been fabricated so unsightly, but he is also shocked when he sees some crazy plots, because his friend has indeed done something similar Because of the word "Bai Yu", the rationality of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages is gone.

The story is misleading, but it seems that the story is not only false rumors.

After nine days of stop and go, Zou Ling arrived at the residence of his friend.Huo Hao looked around, and it was clearly mid-spring, but this friend of Zou Ling lived in a land of thousands of mountains and snowy mountains where thousands of people disappeared, so he escaped from the world and lived in a remote place.

"I haven't been here for a long time." Zou Ling looked up for a few times, and circulated the spiritual power in the palm of his left hand, summoning the second spirit weapon that was integrated with the spiritual vein, a small crimson rattle.

It was the first time Huo Hao saw him using Lingwu, and his eyes widened: "Isn't your Lingwu a long knife?"

"Later it was refined for the second time." Zou Ling smiled and didn't explain too much. The rattle was wrapped around his hand like a garland, and he just shook it lightly. , the ringtone is like a magic sound, flying out like a wave.

In a moment, a big roc spread its wings out of Muxue, and then landed from the air, its wings slanted and swept up ripples all over the lake, coming silently and loudly.

Dapeng landed and turned into a handsome young man, his voice was like an ancient bell: "Long time no see, how are you?"

"Okay." Zou Ling clasped his hands together in the wheelchair and saluted, "Brother Man Que, according to the agreement 200 years ago, I'm here to find you for porridge."

Man Que looked at him carefully from head to toe, his eyes were as bright as a torch.He glanced at the little gray wolf and Huo Hao, and made fun of Huo Hao: "It's easy to say, but you brought two more, just a small gadget, why did you bring a rice bucket? Little black bear, I If you don’t kill, you won’t be able to eat fish here.”

Huo Hao: "..."

Zou Ling introduced each other to the two parties, and made a baa gesture, afraid that the bad character of Dapeng would not change: "Brother Man Que, I don't make friends with people who eat blood and drink blood, so stop teasing him."

Shrugging his shoulders, Man Que suddenly changed into his original form, and directly fanned them onto his big golden wings, and carried them to the cave in the thousand mountains.

Huo Hao didn't like this roc bird, but when he went to the cave and smelled the porridge cooking on the small red clay stove, his saliva drools.

Man Que asked them to sit down, picked up the small red clay stove, set up three pear wood bowls, and poured two bowls of sweet porridge for the two of them: "One hundred years, come and see if the taste has changed."

Huo Hao felt greedy when he smelled it, and thanked him for taking it, and couldn't help but snort and drink it.

When Mantang saw him eating, his eyes hurt, and he turned to look at Zou Ling. He had a cat's tongue, and he was especially afraid of being scalded. The crackling sound of various dried fruits in porridge.The steaming hot porridge oozes invisible heat, curling up between his fingers and lips, and also stingy and generous with the spring scenery. He is like a painting of distant mountains, hidden in the world, and the world will not last long.

It's beautiful.Man Que admired, thinking, even if he is not the most yin furnace, because of this pleasing energy, other people want to take him as their own.

He rested his hands and looked comfortably, so he said bluntly: "Zou Ling, why don't we make another agreement."

"What agreement?"

"When your humanity disappears, you can come to me." Man Que said seriously, "I will take good care of you with only your demon nature left, no matter what you want."

Huo Hao was choked suddenly, and looked at the people beside him with a pale and green face.

Zou Ling flicked the spoon with downcast eyes, but didn't answer.

Bai Yu searched for Zou Ling for ten days, but still couldn't find him.

Knowing this, Lan Heng quickly comforted him: "Brother, don't panic, have you forgotten? Next month will be the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference. Since Master Zou is concerned about the Xiaoyao Sect, he will definitely come back to sit in the township."

Bai Yu understood, but he couldn't stand this feeling.No matter how long he hadn't returned to Xiaoyaozong in the past, he knew that Zou Ling must be there. Now that there is no one there, it is so sparse that people don't want to stop looking.

He searched for him aimlessly, racking his brains to think what kind of friends Zou Ling could have in the realm of comprehension, where could he go besides Xiaoyaozong for dwelling in?

He wandered around in the human race, traveling hundreds of thousands of miles a day, and had no other thoughts except to find someone, such absurd thoughts as "Will Zou Ling find a new Taoist partner before the Ten Thousand Immortals Conference" were all in his mind surfaced.

On the tenth day of his search, he went to a roadside teahouse to rest worriedly. Before the hot tea was served, he heard two little girls at the next table flipping through some scriptures and laughing in whispers.

Bai Yu's ears moved slightly, and when he heard what they were talking about, veins appeared on the back of his hands.

That night, someone spent a lot of money to buy countless scripts about Xiaoyaozong Zou Ling. This person glanced at the title of "The Jealous Immortal Master Was Abandoned by the Sword Immortal", and then he was furious.

Who is orchestrating this stuff?

Who is dismissed?

Who is dismissed? ?

who!quilt!stop!abandoned!up!

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Chapter Titles Big Heart Drops

(A story about a dandelion warming up a flammable object, then the dandelion flew away, and the flammable object started to explode)