[Comprehensive] Young man, you look delicious

Taoism often says that people dream because their minds are restless.

Since becoming an immortal, Master Ziyin seldom dreamed.

But today he had a dream.

In the dream, he returned to when he was 15 years old.

At that time, he hadn't become a fairy yet, nor did he have the title of Yujian No. 1. He was just a disciple with a little talent in swordsmanship in the sect.

Although he is not good at words, he is calm and steady in handling things, and most of the juniors in the school admire him very much.

The sect leader likes apricot blossoms, so many apricot trees are planted in the sect.

Master Ziyin looked at the apricot tree planted next to the martial arts field, and there were already yellow apricots on it, so he guessed that the dream probably happened in early July.

It should have been his first time going down the mountain, after being frustrated by Xin Siniang.

He was already obsessed with swordsmanship, after this incident, he practiced even more diligently, vowing to defeat that fox demon.

Real Ziyin looked at his 15-year-old self under the tree, wielding his long sword vigorously.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Xin Siniang sitting on a branch, holding a few apricots in his arms, looking at him at the age of 15 with a smile.

She threw an apricot at him, and seeing him looking over, she frowned and said, "Little Daoist, you are practicing here."

He frowned, and said displeasedly: "Bold fox, how dare you break into this place!"

Xin Siniang replied innocently, "The gate is open, isn't it just for people to enter? Why can't they enter?"

He raised his long sword and said in a low voice, "Sophistry."

Xin Siniang took a bite of the yellow apricot, and said vaguely: "What are you doing with the sword point at me? Are you going to kill me?"

Recalling his master's teachings, he said righteously: "Evil and evil people will bring disaster to the world, and punish them when they see them."

Xin Siniang snorted softly, and asked him, "Which eye of yours saw me causing disaster to the world? Because I ate a few apricots from you?"

He opened his mouth and was about to answer, but she didn't give him a chance to continue asking: "My sister who caused harm to the village a few days ago, did I reprimand her in front of your face? I also told her not to do that."

He was dumb and muffled: "En."

Xin Siniang came to a conclusion, and said more righteously than him: "So I am a good demon. Not only do I not harm the world, but I also protect it. If I kill one, there will be one less. In that case, there will only be evil in the world." Are you a monster?"

He listened expressionlessly, but withdrew his sword, feeling a little confused in his brain.

Seeing this, she burst out laughing, full of cunning, "You little Taoist, what do you believe in?"

Hearing this, he knew that he had been teased, and was about to get angry, but she lightly tossed some apricots in her hand to him, "No, greetings. I'll come and play with you later."

When the dream came here, it suddenly blurred, and in an instant, the early summer was replaced by deep winter, and the ground was covered with fine white snow.

Xin Siniang was still wearing a fiery red dress, standing in the snow, she looked particularly gorgeous.

Holding a piece of chestnut cake in her hand, she asked him vaguely, "I heard that you are going to hunt down the evil spirits in Jiangdu tomorrow?"

He put away his sword, nodded silently, and couldn't help but said for a while: "Let's eat here, Lee."

Master Ziyin thought about it, and then he recalled that it was two years after the two met.

Although the relationship is still not warm, he no longer has the intention of competing with Siniang.

Instead, I always wonder how much food she can eat, whether it is the reincarnation of gluttony or not.

Xin Siniang only came to see him occasionally, and the rest of the time she just went to this world and wandered around.

Master Ziyin remembered that she came here this year, just in time for him to go down the mountain with several other senior brothers to practice.

Evil spirits appeared in Jiangdu, harming the living beings. If someone came to ask for help, they would certainly go there.

Xin Siniang had no interest in that evil spirit, so she deliberately proposed to go with him, but after being rejected by him, she didn't insist anymore.

However, it never occurred to him that the evil spirit resisted in the end and injured him a little bit, breaking his beloved sword.

The wound he had healed on the way back, but the sword was hard to mend.

Everyone thought that since he was usually mature and stable, he would be able to see it, and would not care about these trivial matters.

But although he can see it and accept it, he still cares in his heart.

At this moment, Xin Siniang pushed open the door and pressed a long sword to his throat, her expression condensed.

He didn't move, but looked over in confusion, "What is this for?"

Xin Siniang said expressionlessly, "Robbery."

He was silent for a while, then untied a money bag from his waist and put it in her hand, "Here you are."

Xin Siniang: "..."

Xin Siniang: "Actually, you don't have to cooperate like this."

Turning the tip of the sword, Xin Siniang handed the hilt to him and said, "For you."

He was stunned for a moment, subconsciously picked up the long sword, took a closer look, and murmured: "This is... Zhanlu cast by Ou Yezi?"

He loves swords and understands them, so he naturally knows the reputation of this sword.

Xin Siniang said triumphantly: "How is it? This sword is much better than your broken sword. I found it with great difficulty."

"It's much better." He said cautiously, "You... did you find it on purpose? This sword is too precious."

Xin Siniang spread her hands and said, "Anyway, it's useless for me to hold it. You have talent, so just accept it."

He smiled slightly and said softly, "Thank you."

Xin Siniang looked at him in surprise, "Are you smiling?"

He straightened his face immediately and denied, "No."

Xin Siniang insisted, "I just laughed."

He continued to deny with a blank face: "No."

As soon as the screen changed, it was early spring.

The flowing water was gurgling, carrying some unmelted ice, flowing into the distance.

Master Ziyin saw that he was holding the Zhanlu gifted to him by Xin Siniang in his hand, standing upright by the small river, as if he was waiting for someone.

After a while, Xin Siniang appeared beside him, tilted her head and asked him, "It's so strange, why are you still willing to ask me out? What's the matter?"

He looked at her sideways, and took out a bell from his arms, which was shaped like the Sanqing bell used by Taoist priests to catch ghosts.

Xin Siniang took the bell with an inexplicable expression, shook it, and asked, "What is this?"

The bell was dangling on her side, and the sword tassel clad in white jade in his hand was also slightly shaking in the direction of the bell.

He wrapped the sword spike around Zhanlu, and then replied: "The bell in your hand is a guide bell. As long as you ring the bell, this jade can sense it. This is what I got when I went down the mountain to expel the evil spirits. Master gave it to me. I."

Xin Siniang nodded, still puzzled, "But what are you doing for me?"

He looked at her with a steady voice, "You gave me Zhanlu, and I should use it to protect you. If one day, you are in danger, just ring this guiding bell. No matter where you are, I will definitely bring it here save you."

Master Ziyin slightly opened his eyes, and sat up after a while.

He picked up the hair tie to tie up his long messy hair, put on his long gown, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door, and walked out slowly.

The evening wind in the mountains is a bit chilly.

It has been a long time since Master Ziyin left Tianyong City to live in seclusion here, and he has already adapted to this climate, standing in the wind without changing his face, looking at the apricot tree in front of the door.

It is April now, and the apricot blossoms are in full bloom.

The petals scattered all over the ground with the night wind, paving a long road.

Immortal Ziyin raised his hand, caught the falling petals, watched silently for a while, then withdrew his hand, letting it fall to the ground together with other petals.

Just like this dream.

Let it go, let it go.