After the global recovery I crossed

In the sky, white clouds collided with white clouds, like a silent sexual intercourse.When the teeth of the beast pierced the fragile skin, no one knew whether it was a carnival of bones and flesh.

Blood flowed freely, in a remote mountain village, in a house in a small mountain village.

Men and women die, and babies lie in damp corners.

Using blood as milk, he almost choked to death on the blood milk.

When the beast "hoho" approached, the door opened to the maximum with a "squeak", and a Taoist frowned tightly and pressed his palm on the bloody handprint left by the woman.

The Taoist priest looked around the room, hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and let out the Taoist method.

All the beasts fell.

The baby, who was barely breathing, was held in the arms of the Taoist priest.

Then the Taoist priest sat under the old tree outside the house for two days and two nights.

On the third day, there was finally a faint sound of breathing coming out of the swaddling baby.

The old tree that the Taoist touched with his palm blossomed and bore fruit.

—It is a miracle, whether it is a baby born to life or an old tree that bears fruit.

"Maybe God will protect you." The Taoist said, and named the baby Bu Guozi.

God protected Bu Guozi, so that he was not eaten by wild beasts at the first time, so that he met the master, and made him come back to life.

But later Bu Guozi asked the master why he saved him, and the eighth generation head of the Zhengqing sect told the truth: "I thought of Yu Buzhe for my master."

The young Bu Guozi was not convinced that Master compared himself with Yu Buzhe, he said: "I am the one who is favored by God's will. Yu Buzhe entered the Tao at the age of eight, so I will be earlier than him!"

Yet his words were a joke.

His aptitude is very mediocre or even poor, completely incomparable to Yu Buzhe, Master is extremely disappointed.

He didn't enter Taoism when he was 12 years old, and since he was 12 years old, the master rarely came to the village to see him.

He ran back and forth in front of the village, and his deep and shallow footprints stopped under the old tree that never bore fruit again.

When he was 14 years old, the master gave him a package and told him: "Go to the king's capital as a teacher. If you still can't enter the Tao, then live well in the village. Yu Buzhi won't trouble you."

The master didn't know how much Bu Guozi felt uncomfortable and hurt his self-esteem by these words.

That's right, Yu Buzhe became a real person at the age of 14. At the age of 14, he couldn't enter the Tao even under the guidance of the biggest Taoist master!

Moreover, he was told by his closest master not to practice Taoism anymore, Yu Buzhe disdain to trouble you.

He is silent with the wheat seedlings in the field.

When he was with him, he really didn't enter the Tao.

In the next two years, he lived unwillingly, at a loss, rose up, and despaired.

Finally, at the age of 20, he knew that his master was no longer in this world.

Master was killed by Yu Buzhe, he thought.

He walked to the old tree that had been completely eroded by wind and rain, raised the axe, and chopped the old tree down bit by bit.

With so much force, he bit his tongue.

He vaguely felt that the fruit from this tree should also taste like the tip of his tongue, fishy and sweet.

He said: "If I can't enter the Tao, why don't I die under the sharp teeth of wild beasts."

"If I can enter the Tao, this useless life minus ten years, 20 years, 30 years... so what."

At the moment when the old tree collapsed, he rested his back on a dead branch and watched the tired sunset, and then entered the Tao.

Bu Guozi, entered Taoism at the age of 20.

He put on Taoist robes and a bamboo crown for himself, with a chic smile on his face, sweeping away the haze of the past.

He told himself that he was the head disciple of Zhengqing Sect, the largest Taoist sect, and that he would be the proud son of heaven who would not lose to Yu Buzhe as the national teacher in the future.

He vowed to kill the Ling family and Yu Buzhe.

After a long time, Bu Guozi knew the fate that Yu Buzhe and the celestial masters had told him-his life ended with a real person, life and old age were bitter, and parting was bitter.

They may have missed one, and Bu Guozi suffered from displacement.

In the beginning, he was indeed like the pride of heaven, because he had a particularly handsome smile and learned a bit of his master's posture, so some girls liked him.

When he was young, he was so romantic.

But unlike Yu Buzhe who remains young forever, he ages incredibly fast.

At the age of 40, he had just become a mage, and his back was slightly bent.

He began decades of displacement.

Wherever there was excitement, he went to join in. He almost forgot the name of Zhengqingmen.

The only time he saw Yu Buzhe was when Emperor Yuan ascended the throne.

In the distance, the unreachable enemy flies in the air, and when he raises his hand, he shakes the sky and clouds, attracting the divine light from the heavens, and his majesty is unpredictable.Against the backdrop of him, the emperor facing the court is just an ordinary man with eyes full of obsession.

A person like himself is as stupid and ridiculous as a little beggar who wants to be an emperor compared to Shangyu Buzhi.

—Little beggar.

On this day, it was snowing heavily, he drank the wine to warm his stomach, and saw a dragon floating in the snow in front of him in a trance.

Where is this real dragon emperor?

there.

go!go!Go find him!

According to the history books of Dachu, Bu Guozi worshiped in front of the Taoist temple, the Taoist gate was opened, and he saw a young man as bright as a jade tree facing the wind, so he knew it was a real dragon.In reality, it's pretty much the same.

When he saw the young man in the Taoist temple, he couldn't help but stare, and the snowflakes on his eyebrows fell.

In the vast whiteness, the boy stood in front of the others, as if he had just thrown something away, with an unnatural smile on his lips.

The thrown stove was stepped on by Bu Guozi, beeping, beeping, making Bu Guozi's heart numb.

--it's him.

The feeling in the dark made Bu Guozi start the qi method.

When he saw Lin Xingtao's head was blue and purple, Bu Guozi's mind was full of the words he said before he entered Taoism to remove his life span.

But with a lifespan of more than ten years, it is worth seeing this one.

But what was he thinking when he saw Lin Xingtao in Taoist robes——Lin Xingtao was Bu Guozi's ideal self, and Bu Guozi's ideal sustenance.

He is a little beggar, but he wants to pretend to be the Ninth Prince!

He entered the Tao in one day!Just one day!

What he does is what Bu Guozi wants to do but can't do. Lin Xingtao is Bu Guozi's incredible vision.

And what he said to the god... Bu Guozi listened in a daze at the time, and saw that a god would cut himself off from heaven and earth because of these words.

He only knew that his fate would be different because of this little beggar.

He doesn't regret that he used some not-so-bright methods to connect Tianjiao, who might be even more powerful than Yu Buzhe, with his aura.

He was actually sorry, and besides this, he was also disturbed by his murderous intent towards Lin Xingtao.

Even though the initial killing intent against Lin Xingtao never appeared again, Bu Guozi still remembered the look in Lin Xingtao's eyes at that time.

Anger, indifference and deep sarcasm.

He also saw himself in those eyes, timid, brave and dark.

Bu Guozi really wanted to kill Lin Xingtao. Apart from mishearing the surname, he was thinking—no matter how powerful such a person will be in the future, he is just an ordinary person now, and his life is in my hands, Bu Guozi.

The resentment when he was young, the dissatisfaction of living in poverty as a disciple of the master, and the pride of being able to control the real Tianjiao rolled in his heart.

That might indeed be the inner demon, the inner demon of his inability to become a real person.

He didn't realize what he had almost done until the little girl rushed forward desperately.

Afterwards, he often wondered whether Lin Xingtao would remember his killing intent.

But every day Lin Xingtao is teaching the children to read and tell some strange stories. The sun shines through the hole in the Taoist temple and reflects on his perfectly contoured face, and the snow is melted by his smile.

Finally one day in the middle of the night, Bu Guozi felt someone lingering beside him, with a vague killing intent swirling around his neck, and then the killing intent disappeared again.

He resisted not moving, and sighed inwardly.

He always thought it was Lin Xingtao.

He didn't know until much later that it was two children.

Qingqing and Da Le carefully got up from Lin Xingtao's sleeping body.Qingqing was holding a small knife in her hand, while Dale was squatting beside Bu Guozi's waist, the starlight leaking from the roof of Poguan was reflected on his straightforward face, separating the cold killing intent and innocence.

"kill him."

"kill him."

He has the intention to kill the teacher, and he is using the teacher.

They said so silently.

But at this time Lin Xingtao turned over and took Dale's sleeping position.

Da Le quietly pushed Qing Qing's arm, expressing that he had no place to sleep.

Qingqing made a gesture of wiping her mouth, indicating that this is the price the teacher usually pays for wiping your saliva while you are sleeping soundly.

After a while, Da Le came back to Lin Xingtao resentfully, and leaned against Lin Xingtao aggrieved.

And Qingqing tilted her head, propped her chin, looked at Lin Xingtao's face, and smirked unconsciously.

The next day, Qingqing said to Dale: "From now on, you are not allowed to watch me sleep."

Dale scratched his head in doubt: "Who is looking at you? I want to look at the teacher. Why don't you allow me to look at you?" He said that his sight was blocked by Lin Xingtao and he couldn't see Qingqingyouyou's face sleeping position.

Qingqing said: "You must like someone to stare at him and sleep. Do you want to like me?"

Da Le snorted, and was about to say something, but suddenly realized something, and his eyes turned around Qingqing and Lin Xingtao.

At that time, Bu Guozi was still lamenting that the young girl's heart was sprouting.

At that time, Lin Xingtao glanced at them, and said lazily: "Qingqing, if Da Le peeks at you, let him have no good fruit to eat."

Haoguo—he narrowly glanced at Bu Guozi.

"The mountain breeze ripens the fruit, which should be offered to the real immortals. Senior brother, your fruit is to be offered to the immortals. Who gave you the name? It's not as good as the one I gave Da Le."

Da Le smiled proudly.

Bu Guozi laughed and forgot everything about the evening.

Just treat it as even, no one wants to really kill people.he thinks.

Bu Guozi recalled this incident again when he was in the Sheriff's Mansion of Dongling County. His younger brother, the King of Chu held the Tianzi Sword, and pointed the tip of the sword obliquely at him and Tianyan Taoist calmly.

[There is a playful smile on the corner of his mouth. ]

But at that time, Bu Guozi would never feel that Lin Xingtao had murderous intentions for him anymore.

Sure enough, Lin Xingtao immediately moved his sword away and signaled them to leave with his eyes.

["He is my brother, why should I kill him."]

That's right, Bu Guozi is Lin Xingtao's ineffective senior brother.

In fact, he didn't help Lin Xingtao, and he didn't fulfill the responsibility of the elders. For example, Lin Xingtao's luck is originally a dragon. For example, Lin Xingtao got the appreciation of King Luo by himself. Did not get the jade seal.

After connecting with Lin Xingtao's luck, Bu Guozi quickly became a real person.

After Lin Xingtao left, Bu Guozi's cultivation became more and more powerful. He often thought that without Lin Xingtao, he could barely become a real person.

How could he become an earth immortal, with a lifespan of thousands of years, how could he sit on the Taoist gate of the world, be honored and surrounded by him?

Only few people know that Dixian Bu Guozi has actually been a bad old man for many years.

His appearance is young and handsome, something Lin Xingtao doesn't know.

Lin Qingqing didn't like his appearance.

When she and Chen Kele kept warm and depended on each other, Bu Guozi wanted to ask: Am I not the same as you?

Don't I miss my junior brother, can't I make some plans for the Zhengqing sect - Lin Xingtao is also from the Zhengqing sect, the patriarch of Zhengqing is also his patriarch, and my master is also his master.Moreover, Lin Xingtao might come back in the future. By then, the leader of the Immortal Dao would owe him a lot. How could he...waste the power of merit that he worked so hard for?

[do not you know.Don't you know! ]

How could I not know?

Lin Qingqing was so angry that she was like a tyrant, and Bu Guozi was also so angry that she didn't choose what to say.

It was at this moment that Bu Guozi felt the familiar killing intent.So he knew that it was Lin Qingqing's fingers hovering around his neck back then, just like now she was ready to strangle the fairy's throat at any time.

Maybe the killing intent when he was young was just a joke, but now the killing intent is ferocious and awe-inspiring.Empress Da Chu's character is far from her delicate face.Lin Xingtao might not know that in the days when he was not around, she could be as gentle as a girl, and decisively put all those who spread rumors into prison—if it wasn't for Chen Kele's persuasion, she would be imprisoned until death of.

Bu Guozi watched as Chen Kele became more and more irritable and suspicious amidst the rumors all over the sky, while Lin Qingqing sneered and did not explain to anyone, a chill came over his heart.

Have they all changed?Have we all changed?

The quarrel in the 30th year of Kaiyuan is still vivid. In the 40th year of Kaiyuan, Qingqing sent him a letter.

The letter wrote some of her heartfelt thoughts. She said sorry to Bu Guozi, and then hoped that Bu Guozi could help her and Chen Wenxuan create a dragon of luck.

Bu Guozi already knew the method of luck shaping, and after becoming an immortal, the first immortal method he learned was also luck shaping.

The empress died, and the dragon of luck flew out. Chen Wenxuan drew a halberd against Fang Tian, ​​saying that he would live well, die old age well, and live in peace forever.

—they haven't changed.

At least when facing Lin Xingtao's matter, nothing changed.

Bu Guozi hoped that his junior brother would come back.

In the 300th year of Dachu, he stood in front of the altar of wind and rain and talked a lot.

"When I saw you just now, you were so good at making wisecracks. Although sometimes you felt a little bit off, everyone liked to listen to it."

"But you have grown up, from the Ninth Prince to the King of Chu, you don't seem to realize that you are no longer joking."

"During those days in the capital, I could feel your pressure. I actually want to tell you that you are already very fast. You are much better than Yu Buzhe. You will definitely win."

"I actually want to tell you, don't leave senior brother and me at the fortune-telling stand, I can also kill the national teacher together with Zhang Kuangji and the others."

"During that time, I did my own fortune-telling, and my fate has changed. A nobleman enters his fate, old age is hard, and parting is hard. The only thing is to meet each other happily. See Master, see you."

"You said that there is a poem that asks an immortal to touch my head, so that I can receive longevity. The first time you hit me on the head, you have to change it to an immortal hitting my head, and you will receive longevity."

Just like when he entered the Tao, he said: "If the younger brother can come back, this useless life span can be reduced by a hundred years, 200 years, 300 years... so what."

So his expectant eyes disappeared under the old and feeble eyelids, and his back slightly bent again.

Perhaps, Lin Xingtao, like his master, shouldn't have come back.

Can't come back.

That is even more impossible than an old tree bearing fruit, a baby who has not breathed for two days coming to life, a beggar becoming an emperor, heaven and earth coming back again, and Lin Xingtao recognizing the young Bu Guo.

"I still look like the bad old man you are familiar with, what will the younger brother say when he sees me?"

[Senior brother, why hasn't there been any major changes, won't he become younger after being a fairy? ]

[The age of a fairy is thousands of years, so 400 years is more difficult. ]

The mountain wind ripened different fruits, which should be offered to the real immortals.

How can a real immortal deserve to eat such a good fruit, at least it must be the way of heaven.

The author has something to say: If there is no good fruit to eat, if you read it quickly, then - there will be no good fruit.

Bu Guozi's name is a bit cute and delicious.

The next volume is about the present world, and it may not fight much. It will write about the daily life (bushi) of Lin Xingtao's rich and noble son when he returns to the Zhao family.

Volume Six: The Way of Heaven in the Present World