My Taoist Companion is the White Wolf

Yunhong couldn't help but think, if he were himself, what choice would he make when faced with the choice between life and death?

Do you want to give it a go and face death calmly even if it doesn't work, or do you want to live in a prison like these predecessors?

But as soon as this idea appeared, he was immediately rejected.

No if.

Any ifs are meaningless.

It is said to put yourself in the shoes, but who can really put themselves in the shoes?

Until the moment when things really happen to me, all assumptions and expectations are meaningless.

Yunhong withdrew his thoughts and continued looking for someone.

Before he came here, he knew that Kunlun Xu was very big, but it was only when he walked through it that he understood the true meaning of the word "big".

The terrain here is complex and changeable, in addition to the surface visible to the naked eye, there are countless bottomless caves and potholes.

There are even spaces that have been folded by layers of formations, the broken phantom formations left by the ancestors...

This is a real maze.

If a practitioner with insufficient Taoism enters it by mistake, he may be trapped here to death.

It took an unimaginably long time to find someone. During this period, Yun Mo couldn't remember how many caves and mazes he had strayed into, and how many relics left over thousands of years ago he had seen by mistake.

I don't know whether it's a coincidence or man-made, but there are several ancient ruins that are located in the center of a special magnetic field. Every time there is a thunderstorm in the sky above Kunlun, the scene of that year will reappear like a movie playback.

Before this, Yunhong had only heard of it, but had never seen it.

He hangs in the air, above his head is an electric dragon swimming in thick dark clouds, and under his feet is a scene that penetrates the long river of history.

At this moment, he seemed to have crossed the barriers of time and space, and just quietly watched the battles and discussions in the previous world one after another.

These pictures are not coherent, sometimes just a few fleeting fragments, or sporadic fragments of words, as if from the distant horizon, hazy and not very real, but still brought great shock to Yunhong.

This feeling was very subtle, and for a moment, his consciousness seemed to collapse for a moment.

Yunhong was startled, and quickly pinched the Ziwu formula with his hands to calm the shock and ward off evil spirits, and concentrate his mind to control illusions.

After confirming that the aura in his dantian and meridians had returned to calm, Yunhong slowly opened his eyes, but... where is this?

He lowered his head and found that he was standing firmly on the square water-polished large stone slabs, and the clothes on his body had also turned into simple robes.

What about Little Leaf?

Why am I here?

"Master, why are you still here! Hurry up, Master is waiting for you!"

A middle-aged man in his forties hurried in from the outside, slapped his hands when he saw him, and rushed forward to pull him away.

Master, who is Master?

Yunhong instinctively wanted to avoid his grasping hand, but his body seemed to be disobedient, and he was caught firmly by the other party after a slow beat.

He took a staggering step, and subconsciously followed, his eyes flicked across the completely unfamiliar hall furnishings:

On the south wall facing outward is an ancient painting of a welcoming pine, with couplets hanging on both sides, with vigorous brushstrokes.

Below is a square table and two large chairs.

From here to the outside, there are two rows of desks and chairs lined up with swallow wings, and the backs of the chairs are inlaid with stone flakes like ink paintings...

No, where is this?

I don't... wait, who am I?

Yunhong's mind suddenly became dizzy, as if something was suppressed forcibly, and then something forced out again.

Ah, yes, I am Yunhong, the third young master of the Yun family in Dongting Prefecture, the old Laizi of Master Yun...

But, did I forget something?

Yunhong frowned and tried hard to think, but when he stepped out of the hall, a gust of wind suddenly came, and suddenly raised the Su embroidered hat belt on the back of his head.

After a few seconds, the hat strap fell down again, and all the doubts in his mind were blown away with the wind.

Yunhong blinked, and after a moment of confusion, he returned to clarity.

He found himself standing at the door of the study room, and the middle-aged man who had just brought over nervously straightened his clothes, muttering to himself, "It's not like you don't know the master's temper, just be soft and pass this test That's it. When the old lady comes back later, even if you want to pick the moon in the sky, you still have to worry about no one taking the ladder?"

The grandfather who went to the Yun family was a high-ranking official, and then returned to his hometown when he was old. However, his parents and grandchildren were not expected to study.It was so easy to look forward to Lai Yunhong, an old lad, not to mention being well-liked since childhood, and smart and clever. The elders in the family inevitably placed high hopes on him, day and night looking forward to him being an official through the imperial examination and shining in his family.

However, the young master is unruly by nature, and only concentrates on poetry, poetry, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but does not do his job properly, driving Master Yun to death...

Yunhong smiled, "I know, don't worry."

A good man should be the head of the family. He used to be ignorant, but now he suddenly realizes that he should stand up. How can he make the old father worry about it?

After all, he opened the door and went in.

In the room, a middle-aged man with a handsome appearance was sitting with his wife, drinking tea and chatting some gossip. When he saw Yunhong coming in, he was overjoyed at first, but then remembered something, and pulled his face unconsciously.

The woman glanced at her husband, smiled and waved to Yunhong, "Your father always kept talking when he was away, now that he is back, why don't you come forward to say hello?"

Yunhong immediately raised his robe and stepped forward, knelt down to pay his respects, "Father has worked hard all the way..."

When he said this, a strange emotion suddenly appeared in his mind, as if he shouldn't do this.

But he is my father, isn't it justified to bow down to his biological parents?

Fortunately, this feeling was fleeting, Yunhong shook his head, and immediately returned to normal.

"My son, what's the matter, but what's wrong?"

Seeing this, the woman was very worried, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull him up and look at him repeatedly.

When the middle-aged man at the head saw it, he couldn't help showing a bit of worry, "You study... that's all, if you feel uncomfortable, you can rest for a few days."

Yunhong smiled and said: "It's not necessary, I was thinking, I have also studied for a few years, and now it's spring, I will study hard again, and I will try it this year."

The couple were shocked when they heard the words, and after looking at each other, they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes:

What's going on, God opened his eyes, or did the ancestors appear?

When the son was not motivated, the couple was worried all day long, but now that he is suddenly motivated, they are afraid that he will be tired and cold, so even two pairs of brothers and sisters-in-law and a younger sister come to care every day.

Yunhong began to self-examine again, such a good family member, what kind of soup did he eat before, and why he was so ignorant?

Because his family was rich and harmonious, Yunhong devoted himself to studying.

When it came to the county examination, as expected, he took the first place and won the first case.

Unavoidably, everyone in the Yun family was overjoyed. They set up the water table for several days, set off the red whip severely, and opened the ancestral hall to comfort the ancestors...

It is said that there are four joys in life, when you are nominated for the gold list, when you are nominated for the gold medal, when you are in the bridal chamber, when you meet with sweet dew after a long drought, when you meet an old friend in a foreign land.

However, once Yunhong became enlightened, he won three yuan in a row after a few years, and was favored by the great Confucianism of the time, and he was captured and made a grandson-in-law.

After several years like this, the emperor loved his talent, learning and conduct, and ordered to release it outside. He took his wife and belt to go to other places, and within a few years, he made political achievements again...

However, since when, the long-suppressed sense of disobedience in Yunhong's heart became stronger and stronger.

He looked at the beautiful smiling wife beside him, the obedient children studying at his knees, the tall and gorgeous house, and the sacred decree enshrined on the desk... He always felt that everything was like a mirror, too beautiful to be true.

No, no, this isn't me, this isn't supposed to be my life.

I don't have such a good background, I don't have such a harmonious and caring family, and I don't have such smooth luck...

The beautiful woman next to her frowned slightly, "Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Yunhong looked at her steadily, and suddenly recalled the scenes of the two of them getting along in the past few years like a revolving lantern in his mind:

Respecting each other like a guest, playing harmoniously, never blushing, what he likes, she must like it too; what she likes, he must also like it...

How perfect, how happy, everything is so perfect that it is almost false.

No, this is false!

He gently but resolutely pushed away the opponent's hand, stood up with a chuckle, and walked out without saying a word.

"Master!"

The beautiful woman caught up and grabbed his sleeve with pale fingertips, with tears in her almond eyes, Qiqi Ai said, "You..."

Yunhong opened her fingers little by little, and strode out of the room.

He looked up at the sky.

Even the sky is extremely bright, the moon is bright and clean, and the galaxy is thousands of miles away, so beautiful that it is not like the world.

"Who are you? How long do you want to trap me?"

Yunhong murmured.

As expected, there was no response.

Yunhong looked down at his fingers that had been holding the pen for many years but were still as white as jade, and suddenly bent into a hook, and ruthlessly pulled out towards his heart!

In an instant, time stopped suddenly!

Yunhong's palm was forced to stop in the air, and the wives and children chasing after him also seemed to be frozen, maintaining the movement of running and frightened, motionless, like a few dummies.

The exquisite and beautiful building suddenly trembled like water waves, and a voice came from nowhere. There was a bit of surprise in that voice, but also a bit of puzzlement:

"Isn't this kind of life bad?"

Everyone yearns for perfection, a perfect birth, an amiable family, outstanding talent, the admiration of the world...

Isn't it good to be intoxicated here, why do you have to force yourself to wake up?

The dantian, which had been silent for a long time, erupted at this moment, like a prison beast struggling to break free from its shackles, the long-lost spiritual power flowed through the whole body, and those false images that trapped Yunhong's memory disappeared like smoke.

Real memories flooded in like a tide, overwhelming the sky.

Yunhong let out a breath slowly, and when he opened his eyes again, his eyesight flashed.

"I do not care."

A fake is a fake, why bother to deceive yourself?

Of course, these are all things that he can't reach, but if I get them, I'm lucky, if I don't, it's my life, if I don't hesitate to deceive myself because of this, how absurd it is!