Zhijun Xiangu

不归

Most of the demon-slaying activities are held at night, and the city gates are closed at night. When the time comes, the cultivators who return late will have to use their swords to climb over the wall—this is not a difficult task for them.

Later, they got used to the fact that they didn't even have to hide it. The officers and soldiers guarding the city at night stared blankly at the white, blue, and green figures flying in and out of the sky, and counted them leisurely.

The officers and soldiers are used to it, but the court is not at ease. Why close the city when the time comes?If one day someone or someone pretending to fly into the city, or at night, I don't know what it brings!

400 years ago, when the Immortal Gate cooperated with the royal family at that time, the Emperor hurriedly communicated with the cultivation world, invited some famous immortals, put a forbidden air barrier on the big cities, and left behind the gates. It is a special gate specially designed to allow the disciples of the Xianmen to come in and out, and they can pass through by providing their identity certificates and registration.

After 400 years of turmoil, barriers gradually spread all over the city, and the new or modified city walls must invite the Taoist chief who engraved the forbidden space talisman to start construction.

Yun Qingyue had made preparations early in the morning that she would not be able to go back, but now she had Yu Lin, and the two walked to the special gate of the fairy gate in Tanzhou City, and Yu Lin handed over her identity certificate very plainly.There are few people in this world who don't know his name. When the guard saw him, he was a little dumbfounded. He only glanced at his ID card and handed it back with both hands respectfully. The excited expression of "people"... completely forgot the existence of Yun Qingyue.

Yun Qingyue, who followed Yu Lin in, really wanted to see if there was Yu Lin's date of birth on it.

However unlikely.

The identity certificates of cultivators and monks are all specially made after registration. They are also called the two "orphanages". Others were too old—they couldn't even remember how old they were, let alone their date of birth.

Yun Qingyue has seen the simplest one, it only has Dao name and spiritual power certification on it.

He led Yu Lin to find He Tusong directly, but from the time he got off the car to now, he had been looking at Yu Lin very anxiously along the way.

Yu Lin was finally stared at by him: "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Yun Qingyue was a little hard to say: "That's it... Well, what the rat demon said, don't believe a word of the real person, it's absolutely not true, I've never done that kind of thing! I'm a good person!"

Yu Lin was silent for a while, remembering that this man boasted in passing while defending himself in the car.

"I don't believe it." He said, "There are thousands of rumors in the world. As long as you are born in this world, it is impossible not to be programmed. And..."

He stopped, looked into Yun Qingyue's green eyes, and said very seriously: "Whoever I meet, I always only believe what I feel."

Yu Lin was tall and tall, very beautiful, Yun Qingyue blinked, there were clouds in the sky blocking the moon, the night was already dark, now it was almost impossible to see anything clearly, but he felt that the dazzling blue was not at all Did not fade.

……

"Wait a moment." Yun Qingyue called to stop Yu Lin.

They had already reached the door of He Zhai, but Yun Qingyue stopped, covered her ribs, made her face quite pale, and then went up and knocked on the door.

He Tusong seemed to have ordered his servants to wait at the door. As soon as he knocked, the door opened. When the servant saw him, he bowed respectfully, invited him in, and then rushed back to call He Tusong. out.

He Tusong didn't sleep at all, his wife closed the bedroom door, and told him that you can come in when my second uncle has news, so he sat in the lobby pitifully for most of the night, praying that Yun Qingyue would come back soon .

Hearing the servant's shout, he rushed out immediately, but was stopped by the servant, saying that Mr. Yun's complexion was quite bad, and he was followed by a person who could be known to be quite powerful from the fairy sect at a glance.

He Tusong's heart skipped a beat when he heard the first sentence, and He Tusong thought about the second sentence that he came to report the funeral!

He rushed to Yun Qingyue without thinking about anything else, grabbed the person by the shoulder, and threw questions like a cannonball: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Is something wrong with Zhangjiacun? Are you okay? I Is the second uncle okay? Why don't you speak? What's the matter?!"

Yun Qingyue sighed: "Do you know that I almost won't be able to come back?"

He was smashed to death by a certain sword spirit with a catfish.

"What's the matter?!" He Tusong was going crazy.

Yun Qingyue said quietly: "I fought bravely with the monster, if it weren't for this real person, I would already be in the stomach of a catfish."

Only then did He Tusong have time to see Yu Lin who had been watching Yun Qingyue's performance. After watching him, he almost wanted to send a letter to his servant. This is not a very powerful fairy, he is clearly a fairy!

He Tusong came back with his cleverness as a businessman, hurriedly saluted Yu Lin respectfully, and Yu Lin nodded in return.

"Old He, this is real Huashan Yulin. Real man, this is my friend, He Tusong." Yun Qingyue introduced them to each other.

The "immortal" in front of me is really an immortal.

He Tusong looked at Yu Lin with the eyes of a living legend watching a hero.

Yu Lin, who had long been used to it, was quite calm.

He Tusong was overwhelmed with excitement, thinking: "It's an honor that the second uncle won't go. All the gods and gods have come to the door."

"...Brother, what's going on, just tell me, I can bear it."

"Ah, the situation is really serious." Yun Qingyue looked at He Tusong with a serious face, and patted him on the shoulder, "Your second uncle told me to tell you that if you don't treat us well, he will copy the text in two days." Came to the door with a stick."

……

Yun Qingyue sat waiting for He Tusong in the spacious guest room of He Mansion.

He Tusong, who was overjoyed and saddened just now, punched him. He didn't even touch a shadow and almost gave up. Song hurriedly arranged two guest rooms and invited people to live in them.

In fact, if it was only Yun Qingyue, he would drag people to drink a few cups no matter what.

He Tusong went back to coax his wife and fetch things by the way.

Yun Qingyue thought quite bored: "Am I the only mortal in this world who thinks that Yu Lin is actually very good? He obviously has no airs at all."

There was a knock on the door, and He Tusong pushed the door open and came in, holding a box in his right hand and a jar in his left.

"Take it easy, ancestor." Yun Qingyue, who had a deep understanding of Yu Lin's sense organs, was afraid of disturbing Yu Lin.

"I didn't try too hard, how can it be so effective?" He Tusong put the jar on the table casually, and lowered his voice as he said it was indifferent.

He put the box he took in front of Yun Qingyue: "No, I promised you, you are satisfied."

"Well, it's this." Yun Qingyue opened the box and looked at it, then pushed the box back in front of He Tusong, "Send it to Chang'an Wanyaozhai, thank you."

This thank you sounded really insincere to He Tusong. He Tusong blew his beard and stared: "Did I owe you in my previous life? You have to suck my bone marrow after shaving off my oil!"

Yun Qingyue stared at the jar on the table: "Don't say it so disgusting, what kind of wine are you mentioning?"

He Tusong: "The best 30 years of 'Jiu Yunchun'."

Yun Qingyue looked at it for a while, then turned her head away reluctantly: "Forget it... The real person said that I rarely touch anything related to water these two days."

He Tusong was shocked: "The sun is coming out from the west?! The old alcoholic stopped drinking?!"

"It's not that easy, I packed this." Yun Qingyue patted the wine jar.

"By the way, how did you let such a fairy follow you here?"

"Didn't I tell you? I was hurt."

"Hey, such a big half-immortal, I can't just throw you into any fairy gate to heal your injuries, and I have to follow you to Tanzhou, the devil will believe it!" He Tusong was categorical.

……

Yu Lin should have settled down as Yun Qingyue thought, but at this moment he was staring at the tip of his right finger very seriously, no matter how he calculated, it was still...

After a while, he looked away, looked at the door and said softly, "Come in."

The figure in black walked directly through the door, walked up to him and bowed his head: "Master."

It was Xinghui who left in Zhangjiacun. After he said two words, he stopped talking and just looked at Yulin fixedly.

"...What's wrong?" Yu Lin looked at Xinghui helplessly and thought, why are the people closest to him looking at him like that.

Xing Hui groaned: "That's...that little boy..."

Yu Lin understood: "Don't call it that, he was poisoned by the resentment water to save the villagers, I should detoxify him... Do you know that you are wrong?"

The tone of the last sentence was stern, Yu Lin knew very well that Xinghui's temperament was his biggest weakness.

Xinghui bowed his head obediently: "Understood, I will apologize to little... Mr. Yun..."

Weird.

As soon as Yu Lin heard it, he knew that Xinghui didn't want to apologize at all, and felt helpless—it would be as difficult as going to heaven for Xinghui to apologize.

Xing Hui continued to ask without giving up: "Master, then, Mr. Yun didn't do anything to you, did he?" This is what he always wanted to ask.

Yu Lin was taken aback: "What do you do?"

Xinghui heaved a sigh of relief, and complained with dancing strokes: "You didn't see it in that village before! The eyes of that surnamed Yun are staring at you! He looks like a disciple! Why else would I hit him ! There are so many bad-hearted people like him!"

Yu Lin was helpless, what was this all about, where did Xing Hui hear about it, but Deng Tuzi... He thought of what the mouse demon said, and couldn't help but cover his lips with his fists, and coughed lightly.

Xinghui looked resentful: "I'm serious! You also heard people from Jingyuan Village say that he is a mortal, how could he enter the enchantment? There must be something wrong with him!"

Yu Lin curled his lips into a smile, and then restrained his expression: "He has a Buddhist magic weapon on him, and it is not difficult to enter the enchantment. The joke is over here, have you found it?"

Seeing this, Xinghui immediately said seriously: "I found it, it's a Dragon King Temple!"

……

The old man in shabby clothes bent over laboriously, and carefully wiped the small but extremely delicate nine-story pagoda with a rag. The pagoda was wrapped by several thick chains, and the chains were wrapped with countless exorcism talismans.

Carefully avoiding the chains, the old man wiped it carefully. After wiping, he looked around to make sure there was no dust. Then he nodded in satisfaction and went to clean the surroundings of the tower. There is no expression of mind.

When the old man was busy back and forth, some black air came out of the tower. After waiting for a while, the black air shrank back when the old man ignored it.

A hoarse and very low voice came from the tower: "Why are you here again? Doing useless things every day."

The old man seemed to be used to it, and he didn't raise his head: "How can you say it's useless? It's good to clean it up and look refreshed!"

There was no more sound from the tower, as if he hated talking to him again.

The old man quickly cleaned up the surrounding area, turned his head to the tower and said, "Master Shenlong..."

Suddenly an extremely powerful magic power broke out from the tower and interrupted the old man: "You still dare to call me that?! Are you courting death?!"

The dust on the eaves fell one after another, the chains were shaken out of cracks, and the broken spells burned together, emitting a faint dark blue flame, but the old man was very calm and sighed: "I really don't want... You are on the road of no return like this..."

A sneer came from the tower: "Where do I go, what do I do, when do I need the hope of others?! Even if I am doomed! It is my own business!"

……

The short and thin old man walked home with his back bent.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!" A little girl's voice came from the front. The old man looked up and saw his granddaughter. The little girl was very happy to see him and limped towards him.

"Slow down! Slow down!" The old man was afraid that he would fall, so he ran a few steps quickly and picked up his little granddaughter.

The old man patted his granddaughter's head: "Didn't I tell you to wait at home? Grandpa will go back in a while, why is he disobedient? Hey...don't cry, don't cry, grandpa doesn't talk about you anymore, just go, go home!"

The old man couldn't see his granddaughter crying, so he hurriedly coaxed her.

The little girl ran a few steps just now, and the thing she was wearing with the red string around her neck fell out of her clothes, and the old man stuffed it back. It was a lifelike jade carving of a rabbit...

The author has something to say: the first copy~

There is only a teenager's mentality throughout the whole process, but he can be regarded as the most understanding teenager...

This is an era when cultivators need to be checked for "identity cards".