Zhijun Xiangu

Natural life

"Uncle... woo..." When Yuan Hang left in a daze, the little boy stopped him with a sobbing sound. Seeing Yuan Hang stop, he hurried over to hug Yuan Hang, " Uncle don't go, woo, mother won't be able to wake up, I don't want uncle to go."

He was smart since he was a child, and he already knew what death was like, but the sudden loss of his mother still made him panic. In addition, his father looked terrible, so he wanted to rely on Yuanhang, who was closest to him besides his parents.

But usually, although he didn't talk to him very much, he was very gentle. The uncle who always bought him gifts didn't stay behind. He stretched out his hand in the air, as if he wanted to touch his head, but he didn't fall down. He pulled it out and was caught by him. Clothes, turned and left.

Just after leaving the gate of the hospital, the dark clouds that had been brewing for a day finally fell torrential rain. The rain that seemed to be pouring poured down the people who were pointing around the yard from afar. Everyone hurried home. In an instant, it was like the whole world He was the only one left for a while—even the sheep named Xiao Hei, who was always wandering around the door, and every time he came over and stood at the door, wanted to yell at him, died last year.

Yuan Hang didn't want to hide from the rain, let alone cast spells to avoid the rain, like a wooden stake nailed to the ground stuck in the heavy rain.

After an unknown amount of time, a bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the figure that suddenly appeared in front of Yuanhang.

Yuan Hang's eyes were almost unable to open due to the rain: "Master."

This sound is no different from the buzzing of mosquitoes in the heavy rain, but it can't escape the ears of the cultivators. The master didn't say anything, looked at his eldest disciple and sighed: "Go back."

What should be said has been said as early as the first day of Yuan Hang's apprenticeship.

"Master told me on the first day I joined Master's sect," Yuan Hang's illusory figure said in a low voice, "'I am most worried about your biggest deficiency, which is also a common problem of most practitioners in the world— Talented and intelligent, he is the perfect foundation for seeking immortality, but he has the appearance of an immortal, but he was born with a mortal heart, and he is doomed to have a bumpy road to immortality. That’s it, the fairy road ends here.’.”

Yun Qingyue: "Then you should look away, otherwise there will be no real Yuan Hang in the future."

Yuan Hang said with a self-deprecating voice: "...No, I, I can't see it. Everything that happened to me afterward was paid for by my younger brother with his life."

……

Yuan Hang's original cultivation base is already close to that of a half-immortal, and there is only one fate that is close to the door.

The master was overjoyed at first - because there have been no immortals in the world for hundreds of years, and the talent in the cultivation world is withered, and they are almost breathless under the pressure of demons and ghosts. If Yuanhang breaks through, the cultivation world will turn around.

However, the Taoist seeker moved his heart, so he could no longer devote himself to seeking immortality and asking, and Yuan Hang's cultivation base did not make any progress for three full years.

He is like a butterfly who is about to break out of the cocoon, but is trapped to death by the too hard shell, or the shell he made himself.

When Master knocked on the door of Yuan Hang's retreat room, I don't know how many times I saw Yuan Hang's posture changed from sitting in meditation to being in a daze. He sighed in his heart but there was nothing he could do: "Hang'er."

Yuan Hang just woke up and realized that the master was coming, so he got up quickly: "Master? What's wrong? But..."

"A villager at the foot of the mountain saw a Taoist who is similar in stature to your junior brother and has a ten-year-old child with him." Master nodded, looking at Yuan Hang's eyes that suddenly lit up when he heard the news that he had been waiting for for three years, "Go .”

Three years ago, after Huairou's funeral, the younger brother disappeared with his son, no one knew where they went, there was no news for three years.

After that day, Yuan Hang also looked for his junior for three years—he still had a lot to say to his junior.

Immediately, Yu Jian went down to Kunlun. Although he didn't know whether it was the junior brother or not, and he didn't know where the junior brother was, but he had a feeling that the junior brother was most likely to appear in that place.

The tomb of his beloved wife Zhao Huairou.

Before Yuan Hang landed, he saw the slender figure standing quietly in front of the tombstone, with plain clothes and holding a fairy sword. It seemed that nothing had changed. Yuan Hang felt all kinds of feelings in his heart, and he landed and shouted: "Junior Brother, you are back, you--"

The sound stopped abruptly with a glance.

A real strong man can affect a whole world with his gestures. Hearing the shout, the junior just turned his head and glanced at Yuanhang indifferently, without answering, but just this one glance made Yuanhang feel like falling into an ice cave.

The breeze swirled past the two of them, blowing the hair curtains of the junior brother... revealing his eyes.

Red gold vertical pupils representing the demons!

"What, what's going on? Junior brother, what's going on?!" Shocked, Yuan Hang felt that his mouth was no longer his own.

The younger brother snorted coldly: "It's just the devil energy entering the body, you should congratulate me, I'm probably the first cultivator who can completely integrate the devil energy without being repelled."

"Are you kidding me?!" Yuan Hang felt like he was going crazy.

"In the final analysis, the Six Realms are all pursuing the word 'strong'. Since you can get strength without any effort, why not do it?"

"That's different! Cultivators ask immortals to ask questions to protect our country, rivers and people, you—"

"Ask the Immortal?" The junior brother tilted his head and sneered, "Protect me, the common people?"

"Don't be stupid, Yuan Hang!" He suddenly exploded and roared angrily, "Do you know that I have finally understood in the past three years that cultivators think that they are superior and spotless, so those strong people will not go there for their own cultivation. Don't you think it's ridiculous? Don't you forget, how did you forget Huairou died? Because the emotions and desires were touched, it was regarded as the existence of ghosts and ghosts, so Those fellows in Tongyangguan just watched me helplessly! Watch Huairou die!"

"Ask for Immortals? Ha, what a question for Immortals, how can there be a genius who can be smooth sailing in the long journey to immortality? No one who can become an immortal is clean, so what about demons? At least they look the same!"

When the voice fell, the younger brother drew his sword with his backhand, and the tip of the sword pointed directly at Yuanhang's chest: "Now that I have power, no one has the right to be superior to me anymore. Senior brother, I will call you one last time! If you don't like me, this 'demon' Heretics', draw your sword now!"

Yuan Hang: "I, how could I..."

How could it be possible to draw a sword against you?

The younger brother sneered: "As expected, you are a coward."

cross blade

Sweeping over, Yuan Hang was caught off guard and was shot flying. He fell to the ground and rolled a few times. Before he could get up, he stabbed with the next sword. It seemed that he hadn't realized what was going on. Yuan Hang didn't fight back, just dodged again and again.

The junior brother's fifth sword pierced Yuan Hang's left arm with one blow. The intense pain finally awakened Yuan Hang's consciousness. He quickly pulled his arm from the sword, and blood gushed out. Only one thought remains—

"He really wanted to kill me!"

Behind the fairy sword out of its sheath.

The speed and movement of the two were extremely fast, and they almost became two afterimages. The younger brother moved out with all his strength, and the blade of the sword pierced the air with a piercing "咻" sound, destroying the fallen leaves all over the ground.

He was indeed stronger than Yuan Hang.

Yuan Hang had to allocate his spiritual power to guard against his junior brother's demonic energy, and after dozens of moves, he fell into a disadvantage.

What should he do?Who will tell him what to do?

Yuanhang is about to collapse.

My own life, or my younger brother's life... my own life, the future...

I don't know why, the evil and crazy face of the junior brother at this time, and the pale and lifeless face he saw at Huairou's funeral for the last time three years ago, behind the flying paper money, merged into one.

"I lost, and I lost completely."

That was the most unbelievable battle in Yuanhang's life.

When a sword pierced his shoulder, the sword in his hand pierced a heart.

When the junior brother staggered and fell to the ground with the sword in his heart, Yuan Hang just woke up like a dream: "Junior brother?!"

That last sword, the last sword brother, he staggered the edge of the sword!

He did it on purpose!

"Don't come over here!" Junior Brother spat out a few mouthfuls of blood, holding his last breath, the voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth, "...Yuanhang, cough, you idiot! Idiot!"

"I'm a fool! I'm a fool! Let me see your injury, don't move!" Yuan Hang ran forward and caught the fallen junior.

"Cough... this 'world' is a scam at all, do you understand it!"

"Father!" Before the younger brother's words fell, a boy's shout came, and the boy who was taken away by his father finally found it, and rolled to his father's side in a stumbling manner, "Father! What's wrong with you! Don't scare me! Daddy!" !!"

Yuan Hang was bumped and didn't know what to say. When he saw his son, his junior brother's eyes lit up for the last time, and he barely took his last breath. He grabbed Yuan Hang's sleeve: "Son...he, and son , brother..."

After speaking, he let go, and there was no more sound.

With trembling hands, Yuan Hang tried to feel the pulse of his junior brother. The calmness like the dead sea made his heart sink completely. Suddenly, the corner of his eyes turned to the grave, and Yuan Hang suddenly woke up: He wanted to protect the two of them, Now she killed her husband in front of Huairou's grave!

The last straw that crushed Yuan Hang was the child with tears streaming down his face. He pointed to the sword on his father's chest and asked Yuan Hang: "Master, did you kill my father?"

The original flight fled.

He ran outside like a madman for three whole days, ignoring that his younger brother entrusted him to take care of the child before his death. At that time, he really didn't dare to see the child bleeding from his parents, so he calmed down after being found by the master. When I got down and went back to look for the child, there was nothing left.

Whether it was the child, the body of his junior brother, or Huairou's tombstone... everything seemed to be just a dream of his own.

At the time, he didn't expect that child to be so decisive that he almost killed his only disciple in the future. There was only one question left in his mind: Why would the younger brother prefer to die by his sword?

Until, the thunder calamity, which represents the final stage of ascension to immortality after the calamity, arrives.

It turned out that it was really a scam. The so-called fairy, but after going through all kinds of heart-piercing, he got the power that still can't go well. Qualifications.

Ascension to immortality is still out of reach.

So what are they going on and on in the cultivation world for thousands of years?

There are no half-immortals in the world, and it is not only because of the shortage of talents, but also because everyone is getting more and more "smart", and they are more and more able to clearly abandon emotions and desires.

In the end, as recorded in history, Yuan Hang took over the position of head teacher of Tianyin Palace from his master, and became No. 400 in the cultivation world for the next 1 years, Yuan Hang Xianzun.

Yuan Hang knew that he was not a "perfect person", he was cowardly and selfish, he couldn't bear such a heavy responsibility - the death of his junior made him see all this clearly.

But what's the use.There are all sorts of problems in the cultivation world, and a half-immortal is needed.

He can bury the past, disguise himself as a half-immortal needed by the cultivation world, and gradually become more comfortable in disguise, able to fight against those unbreakable rules.

It's just that it's hard to settle down after all.

If you can't tell people in the cultivation world, what about mortals who have nothing to do with the cultivation world?

Yuan Hang hesitated for a long time, but finally left behind a roll of bamboo slips.

I don't know if he is deceiving himself or not.

……

After Yuan Hang finished talking, he paused and continued: "I don't remember how I died, but I died too hastily, and I didn't have time to tell Xiao Yulin about some things. It's really ugly. Fortunately, I stayed in advance. After that, can you convey a few words to Xiao Yulin and me?" It seemed that he had said something on his mind, and his whole figure solidified a lot.

This name...

Yun Qingyue turned her eyes to her side again, and pointed with her hand: "Actually, you can't see anyone other than me, and others can't see you, but I'd like to say, Yu Lin has come a long time ago. by my side."

Yuan Hang: "... what?"

Yuan Hang immediately turned to the direction where there was no one in his eyes. Yu Lin, who had been sitting for a long time, raised his eyes, and also looked at the empty place overflowing with spiritual power. The emptiness of the emptiness can be regarded as meeting again.

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