The First Immortal of Ancient Times

Chapter 285 A pot of wine on the immortal road, who wants to drink it with me?

"What?"

Lan Xing laughed, "This is the soul bead forged from the soul of the Divine Sword Emperor. Most of the three souls and seven spirits have been removed, leaving only his pure cultivation memory. It contains his understanding of the Yushen Sword and the three thousand Divine Sword Arts. The Changkong, Liekong, and Cuokong you secretly learned are only three of the three thousand. He still has many ways."

"Damn, is he dead?" Yun Xiao asked dully.

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"He died with only useful dregs left." Lan Xing said.

"Poor kid." Yun Xiao pinched the white jade soul bead and asked, "Can I directly comprehend his Three Thousand Divine Swords?"

"Let's leave it to the owner of the Yushen Sword. This soul bead needs to recognize its owner, and only the owner can explore its practice memory." Lan Xing looked at Yun Xiao with contempt, "You don't need to say it, I know who you are going to give these things to."

"Hang the big white lantern high!" Chi Yue opened his claws and tried his best to describe.

"Since it is garbage, it should be eliminated and given to idiots, is there anything wrong with it?" Yun Xiao put away the nine-colored small sword and the white jade soul bead.

"No problem." Lan Xing was shocked, "You killed all the way to the sky, and you should really put a trash can in the mortal world and pile up some discarded things..."

"You are the trash can." Yun Xiao was angry.

His wish is actually very simple.

After seeing the fear of death of the dried bones, he knew that birth, aging, illness and death are the fate of life, and the more mortal, the harder it is to avoid.

There are only two people he can't forget the most now!

One has become a stone in her hand, and she still has the original ancestor god in the sky... She is not here for the time being, but at least she is eternal.

And the other one, she is the same as her former self, a mortal at the bottom of the society.

Disease, life span, and aging are all her inevitable fate.

But Yun Xiao is afraid of all this coming.

So, all he did was for a promise, and to keep her, to keep the mortal heart that once beat together, to keep the throbbing when he first entered the immortal road, and to keep the fragrance of her hair that he smelled when they flew the sword together that night...

Zhou Guang Tower, Yu Shen Sword!

All this is just the purest respect and love of the little brother who once entered the immortal road for the senior sister who led the way. →

In Yun Xiao's heart and eyes, there is no identity or talent in the world's women, only sincerity and purity.

In life, what you will never forget is the first meeting.

A pot of wine on the immortal road, who will drink it together?

For Yun Xiao, in this fierce and bloody immortal road, in the midst of intrigue and deception, being able to return to the starting point of the dream and toast to the moon with that warm and free-spirited person is the tenderness of the soul entering the harbor, and it is also the pleasure of stealing half a day of leisure in life.

In a blink of an eye, Qinghun is all in front of you.

The immortal road is dusty and green.

Even if the sword ruins are majestic and the peaks are in the sea of sky, the holy land of swordsmanship in Yun Xiao's heart is only Qinghun Mountain, Haoran Hall, Xiaoyunju, the stone table fish pond and osmanthus trees...

And she is always there!

Yun Xiao, dressed in white, floated like clouds and fell in the courtyard.

In just over ten days, the flowers and plants in the courtyard became more and more beautiful, the fish in the pond were plump, and the stone table was spotless...

In this picture, there is no one everywhere, and there are traces of people everywhere.

The young man walked through the flowers, passed by the fish pond, stood under the osmanthus tree, and stared at the white jade lantern on the tree. Suddenly, he forgot the dangerous competition on the immortal road, and his heart forgot his worries, and was in peace.

"Junior Brother Yun."

A faint call sounded behind him.

Yun Xiao trembled all over, turned around slowly, and where his eyes were fixed, a woman in a black dress leaned against the door.

Her eyes were slightly red, her eyes were wet, and her fingertips holding the door frame trembled slightly.

"Senior Sister."

Yun Xiao stood in the wind and smiled slightly, "One day without seeing you, it feels like three years.

"So?"

"I have missed you for more than 30 years. ”

…

It was night.

The sky was dotted with stars.

Yun Xiao sat on the edge of the cliff, and she was on top of Yun Xiao.

Behind the jade back was a bottomless abyss.

She held Yun Xiao's head, letting the young man lose his way in this white fairy road.

If the love between two people is deep, they can't help themselves.

The starlight is like a dream, sprinkled on the mortal world, and the earth is covered with a sea of colorful light, and this pair of people is the only white in this night.

Several wine pots of Jiuquan wine were poured around, and the nectar dripped with rhythm.

Sometimes it was gentle, sometimes it was high-pitched.

With wine and a confidant, what else can a man ask for?

When you meet a confidant, a thousand cups are not enough, not to mention that the person you drink with is your love.

Overnight, Yun Xiao, under the influence of alcohol, counted the encounters of the past ten days.

He did not hide anything from Senior Sister Zhao, including the story of the Creation Fairy and the Hunyuan The Immortal Venerable, including the bond between him and Chen Xi, bloomed in the dark night between the aroma of wine.

She listened quietly, never speaking.

When Yun Xiao was confused and puzzled, she handed him the wine pot, her drunken face, affectionate eyes, and her hazy and free and easy appearance melted Yun Xiao's cold heart.

Another pot of wine went down his throat, and the smoke and dust in his heart dissipated.

Yun Xiao did not retreat from the thought of the future. He was just a mortal who died unjustly. He got such a good fortune out of thin air and inherited a road to recasting immortality. It was inevitable that there would be waves in his heart.

And today, there is no one in the world anymore. These wonderful things are hidden in my heart. Who can a lonely person tell?

Blue Star and Red Moon, they can't understand Yun Xiao's state of mind.

And Chen Xi, she is a part of the Immortal Venerable Hunyuan...

In this infinite world, there is only one Senior Sister Zhao, who is like his only relative, who truly understands him and pities him.

No matter how fearless a man is, when he has no relatives, he occasionally needs a good person to confide in and show his sincere side of youth.

Otherwise, if he is always a cold immortal butcher, even if it is more efficient, he will probably have a demon in his heart, with only anger left, and no youth left.

Only in front of her, he doesn't need to pretend and can be like a child.

No matter how hard he tried, she could tolerate and accept his childishness...

"Sister."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to call you."

"Silly." Zhao Xuanran hugged his neck deeply, "Call me."

"Sister, sister, sister..."

"I'm here." She leaned gently on his shoulder and looked at the Qinghun forest in front of her. "Sister dare not go with you, but I will stay here forever. If you want to go home, I will always be there."

"Home?"

Qinghun, Jiange, Xiaoyunju.

Is this his home?

He spent a dreamy night here on his first day of cultivation.

"I have a home." Yun Xiao's eyes were slightly red.

"Nonsense, how can a man not have a home? Even if he is a floating duckweed, he has a place to return to in his dreams." Zhao Xuanran taught him.

After that, she pressed her fingers on Yun Xiao's back, leaving a few finger marks.

"How long will you stay this time?" she asked in a low voice.

"I'll leave at dawn."

"Oh..." Her fingers loosened gently.

"No matter where I go, I will open a way home." Yun Xiao held her jade finger and let her press it on his back again.

"Okay."

Zhao Xuanran hugged him tightly.

Very tight.

So tight that she felt that she had melted into his body, turned into a ball of water, and washed away the evil thoughts, resentment and dust on him.

After hysteria, she fell into a deep sleep.

There were many beautiful things in the dream, and there would be no separation. She would not be a burden, and she could even catch up with him, holding hands with the clouds and looking down at the dust.

Only when you wake up will you understand that it is impossible.

So, she chose to stay where this dream began, giving him a warm home, so that his greedy, angry, and chaotic heart would have a place to rest.

They need each other.

She needs a hero, and he needs a home.

This dream lasted a long time!

She always remembered that she was close to a heart beating like a beast.

It was not until the sun was high that she woke up hazily in Xiaoyunju.

There was a white jade bead on the table, which was a gift from him to herself.

But she didn't look.

She chased him out. The courtyard was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, but she couldn't see the man in white.

"He comes and goes without a trace every time, and runs away after he's done his job. This kid..."

She sat on the stone table and shook her head, feeling a little amused.