It was Qingming again, and Shen Jue returned to Luofu Mountain. The birds and beasts in the mountain had psychic abilities. Although they were not in human form, they recognized him. They looked at this man, year after year, in their living memory, every time he came back, he returned to the small courtyard, replaced the rotten table legs, tightened the loose tenons, and the rainstorm rushed The collapsed wall was rebuilt, the moss-covered water tank was washed clean, and the mountain spring was refilled... Despite this, the small courtyard was still irreversibly degraded, but he was busy and busy, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

In the afternoon, the chimney of the small courtyard will emit green smoke, the aroma of vegetables will float in the air, and the warm wine will be poured into the exquisite pot. Everything was finally placed in front of that grave.

The eyes of a pair of birds and beasts saw him kneeling down, watching him kowtow, watching him silently, leaning on the stone tablet and sleeping.

Even though he has gone, this place is still his hometown.

Every Qingming, he returns, pays a rest and pays homage, then takes up the package and leaves again. Year after year.

His life has been simplified into two points, one is the tomb in Luofu Mountain, and the other is extended into an endless line. Only during the Qingming Festival every year, the twists and turns of the line will suddenly appear. Turning around, returning straight to the first point, and then extending to infinity again.

This process kept repeating, and he did not say bitterness or tiredness. Just feel tired.

When he was exhausted to the extreme, he would speed up his walking, and in the constant whistling of the wind in his ears, the face of that person naturally appeared in front of his eyes.

He was an emperor, he inherited the bloodline of the beautiful concubine in the harem, and he was born with a good appearance. But there is no way to describe it as beautiful or ugly.

Because he is the emperor, whether he looks good or not is the last thing that no one cares about. Who cares? To the courtiers, that is the monarch and cannot be looked up to. To the common people, "emperor" is just a word, a title, which can be admired, but cannot be imagined. To everyone, he is just an illusory shadow behind a title that dominates the world.

But Shen Jue knew that he was actually very good. Even though it's gloomy and chilling, it's bright and lively. His face entered his eyes first, followed by the identity of the emperor.

But at that time, one of them was the ruler of the world, very arrogant, and the other was a monster that could crush mortals to death, just as arrogant and conceited. So when they are together, they always wrestle with each other a lot, fight back and forth, and often lose their temper.

So he refused to go to court, ten days or half a month, the longest time he was "ill" for half a year; the emperor would refuse to summon him when he was angry, even if he knew that he was in the imperial study in full view of the public. Foreign monarchs and ministers knelt down for a day without saying a word to get him up.

There were rumors and rumors in Chaotang privately, most of them said that he looked like the prostitute in Goulan. There are also upright civil servants who sneer and sneer in front of them. This was something that even Shen Jue didn't care about, but in the end someone paid the price in blood. They were still angry at that time, and they hadn't seen each other for more than two months. He was practicing swordsmanship in his general's mansion, and his servants hurried in to report the letter-the emperor this morning dismissed the officials who could not get along with him for slander. prison.

Although Shen Jue knew that that person was the thorn in the eyes of the emperor, he did not expect that he would make such a move. Gossip is the last thing Shen Jue cares about. He is Shen Qingxuan's child, and he is never afraid of slander and slander.

What does it matter? No matter how viciously scolded him, it was just over the top. In the end, those who scolded him would die, while he was still alive. He is a demon, too lazy to care about mortals.

But the ruthless king made his move, and the moment he made his move, blood flowed into a river. No one knew what he was thinking, not even Shen Jue. Naturally, it is impossible to get an answer from the emperor.

This is not the only time, when he became a general and held military power, no one in the court dared to discuss him. Or maybe it's been a long time and everyone got used to it, and after getting used to it, no one has any opinion on him staying in the dragon bed overnight. As for the emperor and the generals who were angry, they didn't go to court or punished kneeling or summoned them, and they all turned a blind eye.

The days were supposed to be peaceful, but the passing years revealed the truth. The officials who entered the court later than Shen Jue all had gray temples, but the generals never changed their faces. Then the rumors of evil spirits began to grow and spread wildly.

When the rumors that are too prosperous can no longer be accommodated in the dark, it will appear on the bright side, and finally one day, someone said, "General Shen Jue is evil and tempted the Lord."

The emperor on the dragon's seat asked the general who had nothing to do with it: "Are you a demon?"

The general came out and bowed and replied, "I don't know. I don't know what 'evil' is."

Shen Jue didn't think it would bleed. After all, if the emperor resolutely ignores such a thing, the courtiers will not dare to say any more.

But in the court that day, the emperor was furious, like a hurricane passing over the post, so the man's death was unavoidable.

Still no reason, no reason, no answer.

People in the world say that accompanying the emperor is like accompanying a tiger, but he has stayed by his side for many years. His emperor's mood is like quicksand on a rock, unpredictable, but he has been his general for more than 40 years. Holding the world's military horses in his hand is equivalent to grabbing his lifeline. However, the battle between them has never been because of this country.

Shen Jue thought quietly in the wind in her ears: We have never had anything to do with pros and cons for so many years.

No interest, no power, no wealth, no reputation.

Maybe it's because he's a demon, or maybe it's just because he's Shen Jue. Thinking of this, his footsteps gradually slowed down, and finally stopped, he slowly sat down as if suddenly powerless, then leaned back, lying on the ground somewhere under him, looking at the sky, the clouds gathered and scattered, quiet Thinking of looking for the person who has so far.

His thoughts did not have any undulations, just a glass of white water, colorless and tasteless, indispensable.

After lying down for a long time, Shen Jue sat up straight and looked around, the scenery was vaguely familiar, and the scenery in the world was always unfamiliar to him, but familiar to him. Repeat the walk over and over again. But this place is not familiar enough for him to know where he is at a glance.

Shen Jue looked at the surrounding scenery suspiciously, and walked a distance to the southwest according to vague memories. In the distance, he saw a mountain peak, towering into the clouds, half surrounded by green and green, and half covered with snow. He suddenly remembered that it was the place where the old immortal buried his wine.

After standing for a while, he walked towards the mountain. Even though it was an immortal, there were several connections, and it was not inappropriate to say that they were friends. Shen Jue wanted to meet the only person in this world that he was still familiar with.

In this world, there is only one acquaintance who can call his name, this old fairy. He has been for many, many years and has never seen an acquaintance.

The mountain is extremely high, with grass and trees from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, and the fragrance of birds and flowers. As soon as he stepped into this place, Shen Jue felt the unusually abundant spiritual power, and then vaguely heard the voice of people. He searched with the voice, and found a cup of tea. The voice seemed to be in his ears, but he didn't even see a figure. Shen Jue thought that he might have met someone of the same kind. At this moment, he suddenly turned around, and a pit was smashed into the ground he had just stood on behind him, and a pine tower lay motionless in the pit. Shen Jue raised his head and looked at the squirrel on the tree, reluctantly believing that it was the one who smashed down the pine tower.

"Are you looking for me?" said the squirrel.

Shen Jue's eyelids twitched, and she said calmly: "I heard people's words when I was passing by, come and find out." She cupped her hands and said, "I'm bothering you."

"Your voice is really ugly." The squirrel said, and suddenly disappeared after speaking. When he reappeared, a girl in a gray coat jumped over and asked, "Are you going to the top of the mountain?"

Shen Jue nodded, and the squirrel girl said, "I'll take you there."

Speaking of which, he took the lead and walked in the front, but he was happy all the way, jumping endlessly, and greeting every "person", whether it was a butterfly or a wild bee, when wading by, even the frog in the puddle didn't let go, as if that one All are monsters. In fact, after Shen Jue's identification, there is no doubt that they are all wild things, and he is very speechless.

Walking to the mountainside, and one step ahead is the snow, the squirrel girl stopped and said: "It's very cold up there, I just changed my hair, you can go by yourself."

Shen Jue wanted to say thank you, but the girl jumped three times and two jumps and jumped long. He had no choice but to turn his head and turn a blind eye to the squirrel that had returned to its original shape and rolled himself down the mountainside.

Walking on the snow, Shen Jue was not in a hurry to go up. It was the first time he had seen such a steep and bizarre mountain wall, and the sight of half the green water and green mountains and half the ice and snow world was rare. Rarely got two points of interest, he slowly climbed up step by step, guessing which road Xu Mingshi took when he climbed the mountain that year, and whether there was such a squirrel girl to guide him. If you think about it, there should be no, otherwise Xu Mingshi would say, the biggest feature of the old man is that he can't hide his words; and thinking that this mountain is full of spiritual energy, it is really a good place for cultivation, no wonder the old immortal will bury wine here to brew, Just thinking about it calmly, before knew it, was approaching the top of the mountain.

There are also voices on the top of the mountain, from near and far, quite familiar. Shen Jue was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that Lao Xian had a guest, maybe he was inviting someone to drink. From Yimo, Shen Jue deeply understood how much this immortal loves wine, and how much he likes to show off his own wine. He couldn't help but take three steps and two steps, and soon he reached the highest point of the mountain.

In the distance, the peak of the mountain, which looks incomparably high, is a flat ground, like a knife. There is naturally snow on the platform, and it is a thick layer. When you step on it, you can sink as deep as your waist. Just above the deep snow, there were two people sitting facing each other. One is an old fairy, and the other only has a back. There was a chess game between the two of them. don't know what chess pieces were carved into, shining brightly in the white snow. There is another low table beside the chess game, sitting at the table is a figure dressed as a child, simmering hot wine and making tea.

The three of them all knew that a visitor was coming from afar, but none of them looked up at him.

Shen Jue waited for a while and had no choice but to walk over by herself. Before he got close, the boy who was serving tea and warm wine held a bowl of hot tea in his hand and turned around.

"Work hard all the way to quench your thirst."

Regardless of voice or appearance, isn't that the little pine tree spirit in Luofu Mountain?

Shen Jue was stunned. He didn't expect to meet him like this. For a while, he was in a trance, as if he was still in Luofu Mountain. When he met him, Gaotang was still there at that time, and he was not alone.

He was in a trance all the time, and the hand of the pine tree spirit serving the tea was held up until Shen Jue regained his senses and took the tea, and then smiled lightly: "I walked in a hurry, and I didn't say goodbye to you. Later I heard that you had a lot of troubles. , I didn't go looking for you for fear of causing you trouble, so I never had a chance to say 'thank you'. Now that you're here... I just happened to say it in person."

The little pine tree spirit said, bowed down, and gave him a serious salute: "I was ignorant in my early years, but fortunately you are caring and tolerant, and later gave me the opportunity to help me become a fairy, and now I have achieved a little. Everything. All thanks."

Shen Jue looked at him, but it was a stranger. In his memory, when did the little pine tree become so polite and indifferent, but he did not show any expression on his face, because he knew that the other party's gratitude was sincere, and the indifference and alienation were also sincere. Wuxin is the most difficult to cultivate, if once it is successful, it is accomplished. So he drank a cup of hot tea, handed back the empty cup, and said lightly, "No need to thank me, you are talented, and you should be like this."

After serving and drinking tea, there is no more connection between them.

The little pine tree spirit took back the tea cup and said to the old immortal: "Thanks for your care, the last thing is over, I'm going back."

The old immortal was in the chess game with all his heart and only nodded. The figure of the little pine tree spirit disappeared.

In that chess game, there was no one holding the piece, but the piece seemed to be pushed by an invisible hand, and each move took a long time to come out. It was as if the two were wrestling in the dark, like a wandering mind.

Finally, another piece was moved, and it turned out that the white chess fell, the old immortal opened his eyes, and said in a dissatisfied tone: "The emperor is unsure, what chess is still playing, it doesn't matter if I win, that's all, I won't play. "

The person with his back to Shen Jue did not make a sound.

"Emperor, the old friend is visiting, so let's greet each other anyway." The old immortal waved his sleeves, took the chess game, filled the jade cup with hot wine, and said, "Being a god. Yes, all living beings are equal, even if they are just a little goblin, they must pay attention to etiquette."

Shen Jue was stunned when he heard the words, his eyes stopped for a moment on the jade cup in his hand, and then slowly moved to the man's back. Previously, he felt that the back was a bit strange, but he didn't think much about it. After all, there would be no one other than the gods who could drink here with the old fairy. He didn't expect to go there, but things always turn out unexpectedly.

"You always come to me to taste wine, so it's for this." Finally, the man in the moon-white robe moved. He slowly stood up as he spoke. At first glance, the plain robe was faintly scattered between the sides of the clothes. The pattern of flying dragons and flowers is extremely luxurious, but it is graceful and low-key. He turned around and met Shen Jue's face. Shen Jue was still amazed by the familiar voice, half-believing it, but now that he turned his face, he was truly shocked.

"Shen Jue."

But it was the old immortal who was calling him, "I was in the chess game before and couldn't get out. You've been here for so long, and I haven't asked you to sit down yet. It's really disrespectful to treat guests."

The old fairy said that he had brought a glass of wine and personally offered it:

"I'll treat you to a drink."

The author has something to say: the next chapter of Shen Jue's extravaganza is over, ahem, I want to write the next chapter, but I haven't had a chance to push it there, and the people and beasts who are madly shouted have a heavy taste of big fat meat, taste Light people beware! ! !

Then, the encounter with the snake is about to end completely, and the new pit has opened - "Merry Hometown"