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Chapter 1 The Childish God
For many years, Shen Jue wandered outside, wandering north and south, looking for the person he was looking for. No one told him whether he would find it, and even Yimo kept silent about it. Maybe he has done too many bad things, and the soul is still in the underworld and suffers, and it is not necessarily that he has not been transferred to reincarnation. When thinking like this, Shen Jue had some impulses, and wanted to follow Yimo's example, go to the underworld and flip through the book of life and death - such a dazed search, when will he stop.
But he is not as powerful as Yimo, and he has no friends to help him. The only thing he can rely on is Yimo, but he is no longer a demon. He can't help him, and he can't break in. Even if he could help, Shen Jue felt that Yimo might not be able to help. He always felt that Yimo had always concealed something about this matter.
He could never let his father embarrass him. So he wanted to know the truth so much, but he never asked.
After life settled down, Yimo told him to go out and look for it, and he packed his bags and went on his way. Since he was asked to find it, he must still be able to find it. Anyway, there is nothing at home that he needs to worry about. After playing outside for many years, Liu Yan opened a jade shop in the beautiful city of Hecheng. The business is not very lively, but it is not bad. Good things come as a gift. Liu Yanzhuan hired an old shopkeeper to take care of him. He only showed his face when a big customer came to the door, and then retired after finishing his business.
Therefore, everyone knows that this jade shop has two owners, but they have only seen one. Another Shenlong sees its head but does not see its tail, and does not know how round it is.
It's actually kind of round.
Na Yimo was accompanied by Liu Yan and took good care of him. There is no need to worry about diesel, rice, oil and salt, and life is almost without worries. In addition, in his later years, he no longer travels far, so he spends all day provoking flowers in the backyard. He keeps the whole yard full of flowers. When he has nothing to do, he likes to sit on a bamboo chair, sip Mingqian tea, and admire his own creations. The sea of flowers that came out complained in Liu Yan's ear, saying that the fragrance of the flowers was too strong, and the fragrance of the tea was gone. As if being bullied by those flowers, she looked very aggrieved. This provoked Liu Yan to shake his head and began to learn how to make scented tea. In this way, he was petted and raised, and he was raised to have a lot of wealth.
How rich is it? Yimo dug up some vine seeds and kept them in long pots and placed them under the four screens in the house. In just two years, the green vines covered the screens with branches and vines, and the house was filled with the fragrance of soil and plants. It was an excellent idea, but in summer it suffered a lot. The vine screen was very cool and damp, and many mosquitoes gathered in summer. He doesn't let go, doesn't bite anyone.
Mosquitoes used to love Liu Yan. Every time a mosquito was killed, Yimo would say something like this.
He is still stubborn and refuses to move the vines out. People are getting older and have some quirks. Liu Yan left him alone, but every evening in the summer, he had to put a lot of effort to smoke the mosquitoes out of the house. Before going to bed at night, he had to use a net to repel the mosquitoes. He was sweating all over his body. Imo went to sleep. He went to take a shower by himself.
It's such a very ordinary and trivial life, sometimes would bicker over a dish, quarrel over trivial matters, and don't know who was the first to overturn the table irritably, and then the tableware and chopsticks fell together. rotten.
But there are always people who quietly turned their heads when they were both angry, stretched out their little fingers, and hooked each other's hands, as if to apologize, and said "Are you ignoring me?" like a spoiled child.
The slight touch of the fingers turned the irritability into a light smoke, and soon stood face to face, very embarrassed, and they all laughed silly.
He blushed while smiling, and he was the first to squat down to clean up the wolf on the ground, and soon the person next to him also squatted down, picked it up, and his hands came together, and then they held it together. .
They have known each other for such a long time, but it has not been long enough for them to immediately learn how to stay together, not for a year or ten years, but for many, many years. don't understand very well. They used to have the temperament of beasts, but in order to stay together, they seem to have suddenly become two harmless little animals, a little stupid, a little stupid. Although it is inevitable that his minions will be exposed accidentally, as long as he leans over to lick it, the other one will immediately show a clumsy smile.
Until they get old, it seems that they haven't really learned to stay together. So they stayed like this peacefully and stumblingly for a lifetime.
The end of each year is the happiest time of the year for them, because children who have traveled far will return with heavy packages on their backs. Sometimes it was a little earlier, and he came back just after the twelfth lunar month, and sometimes it was late. Only after the heavy snow could see the boats that were getting closer and closer to the water, a figure could be seen on the bow waving at them. When the boat stopped, Shen Jue, who was always young and handsome, jumped up beside them, muttering something like "I will go back without you picking me up", with red eyes, like a puppy leaning over to rub against their faces.
Liu Yan would let him rub against him for a long time, until Yimo couldn't help but slap him with his head, and he retracted his head. After a few times, every time Shen Jue came home, she would rub against Yimo first, and then rub against her father. The tiredness of wandering and searching all year round seems to have been offset by a little rubbing against them dearly. If it can go on like this forever, and looking for it for hundreds of years, Shen Jue feels that there is nothing unwilling to do it. No matter how arduous the search is, he can always persevere when he only thinks of a warm place where he can sleep exhausted and at ease.
later. Everything has a later date, and after that, he has no one to love.
When the Qingming Festival is approaching, no matter where he goes, no matter how far he goes, he will rush back, kneel in front of a grave in Luofu Mountain on Qingming Day, and put dishes made by himself.
There are many things he has to do on this day. He has to clean the weeds, wipe the tombstones, and burn the paper money.
Then sit for a long time in front of those cool dishes.
Night came and turned to dawn. He knew that he was going to leave, and he had not found anyone, so he had to leave.
Shen Jue pressed his cheeks to the ice-cold stone tablet soaked in fog, closed his eyes and imagined that the two were still in front of him, smiling dotingly at him, so he rubbed.
When he lifted his face, cold water stains remained on his face, shining brightly in the light of dawn.
Picking up the worn-out burden on the side, Shen Jue could only continue on his way.
The road got longer and longer, as if there was no end in sight. Sometimes Shen Jue would stop a little, raise his head to look around, and after reading it, he was basically certain that he had walked past this place. Although the footprints have long disappeared, the changes in scenery and objects are not significant, but sometimes, walking is like walking through vicissitudes. Obviously this place is a large area of uninhabited mountains and forests, but now a road has been opened up, there is a restaurant market, and people come and go.
He looked at it, lowered his head again, and continued to walk forward. Dressed in a simple Tsing Yi dress, walking with a gray bag on his back, he looked like an ordinary passerby. Only hawkers who were squatting on the ground selling goods and looking for buyers could notice him.
He has a handsome face.
Different from Yimo's handsomeness, the lines of his outline are more cold and hard, so his facial features are very strong and strong, and his body is tall and sturdy. If he is willing to raise his head and his eyes are more agile, he can attract many people. attention. But he never looked up. As if walking just for the sake of walking, his eyes are lowered and his expression is flat. The eyes are also light, not calm and calm, but to a bleak point. Like a puppet whose soul has been taken away, the marching underfoot is just marching.
The hawker looked at him twice and stopped paying attention. Some people were not buyers at first sight, and he needed to support his family, so he had no time to waste time on such people. He didn't look a third time, so he didn't realize that this indifferent traveler moved to the far city tower in the blink of an eye after he looked away. Then he went to a distance he could not see.
In the past, when he was young and cared for by his family, he was always greedy for the beauty of the world, he loved to talk and laugh, and he would also be willful and mischievous. Even in the years when he only went back once a year, he didn't seem to have grown up much. When he got home, he was very noisy, telling anecdotes along the way. During the New Year's Eve vigil, he would sit by the fire and sing loudly. Listen to the tunes that you have heard to your parents. Sometimes he deliberately sang in a desolate tone, and the tune went somewhere, so he happily watched Liu Yanxiao fall in front of Yimo, pressing his stomach with one hand and wiping the tears from the laughter with the other. Yimo would also laugh, laughing and training him to be more and more disrespectful.
So noisy. Yimo said, you've made all the yellow birds that I keep quarreled to death. ——In fact, it was due to his own carelessness, Dong Ye forgot to take it back, and froze to death.
So he ran a long way for these words, and when he came back the next winter, he took out the most beautiful yellow bird he could find and sang the best to him. That yellow bird, Yimo, has been raised all the time, and it has never gotten sick or suffered disasters until it died of natural causes and was buried in the sea of flowers.
He used to be so loud.
Since there was another tomb on Luofu Mountain, his thin lips were tightly pursed, and he never opened it except for drinking water.
The longer he walks, the more profound his cultivation will be. After he can finally absorb the dew full of spiritual energy before the dawn, he doesn't even need to drink the water in the world. His lips pursed into a line for a long time.
He walked like this, beside him there were the noisy crowd, the tall green hills, the silent walls, or the barking village, these images kept going backwards and circling. Every time he wanders, there are some subtle changes. However, nothing can fall into his eyes. He is just an endless traveler, passing through the green willows and pinks in the tossing world, passing through the wasted life of strangers.
After walking through a large area of silent wilderness, you are faced with another tower. Shen Jue walked in, lowered his eyes and lowered his head.
Crossing the avenue, crossing the alley, and in front of the crowded market, he kept walking until he caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye and suddenly stopped.
"Does this master like it?" Seeing the business coming to the door, the smiling hawker hurriedly picked up his goods and handed them over to the customer, flipping up and down his lips, "This is a new product from Gengqing Kiln this year, look at this tire. The body is thin and moist, look at this glaze, look at this color, all of which are meticulously crafted, look at this lotus seat below..."
The hawker clearly saw the guest's lips move, and immediately fell silent, waiting for someone to speak.
Then the man pointed at Daozhang, "I want these three."
His voice was terrifyingly hoarse, like a voice that could only be made by a voice devastated by charcoal fire. The peddler jumped in surprise, and after a while, he came back to his senses, and quickly wrapped up those mud tires and decorated them.
Shen Jue put down the broken silver and thanked him, then turned and left with the porcelain in his hands. The peddler held the silver and stared blankly at his back, thinking about how someone with such a terrifying voice would have anything to do with these gadgets sold to children. Although the sound is a bit harsher, he is unusual in length, and he has a lot of money. think he bought it for his own children, but he is a very good person.
The hawker collected the money, and grinned happily at the price of ten copper coins.
Shen Jue walked for a while, walked out of the city gate and walked into a wild forest before stopping. Unlike usual, he did not practice immediately, but sat cross-legged on the ground and opened the package he just bought. Inside are three small china objects, a sleepy china doll, a china fox, and a little china dog.
He held the three pieces of porcelain in his palm and looked at it again and again, and then he untied his burden and took out another piece of porcelain from the inside. It was a small fat dog, with thick and simple workmanship. There is no such porcelain anymore.
Shen Jue held the clumsy puppy and looked at the dexterous puppy with a thin carcass, thinking that she really couldn't go back.
He has nowhere to go.
The sadness came suddenly, and he couldn't contain it. At the fat and lazy clay doll, Shen Jue choked and whispered, "I miss you."
After years of silence, his voice lost its clear original tone, and his voice became so unpleasant. After taking the cry, like a wandering soul crawling out in the middle of the night, the sound is a whimper to the world.
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, and most of them said that he was the same as the □ 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 seat asked the general Zhang Zhang, 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 quietly thought about us for so many years in the wind in his ears, and it has never been about the pros and cons.
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 her expression was calm and said, "Suddenly I heard people's words when passing by, come and find out." Then she cupped her hands and said, "It's disturbing."
"Your voice is really ugly." Squirrel said, and suddenly disappeared after speaking. When he reappeared, it was a girl in gray clothes, who jumped over and asked Zhang, "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 forward is the snow, and 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 just smiled and said, "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 the chance to say 'thank you'. Now that you're here... I just happened to say it in person."
The little pine tree spirit said and bowed down, and seriously gave him a gift, "I was ignorant and ignorant in my early years. Fortunately, you were caring and tolerant. Later, you gave me the opportunity to help me become an immortal. 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 indifferently, "No need to thank me, you are very talented, as it should be."
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 Daozhang, "Thank you 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 was actually the white chess that 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 poured himself into the slogan "Be 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 brought a glass of wine and personally presented the Taoist chapter
"I'll treat you to a drink."
"I'll treat you to a drink."
As if it was the same words that the old immortal had said in Luofu Mountain that year, Shen Jue looked at the people who had been together in front of him, where was he still in the mood to drink, but suddenly recalled what he had said, and quickly calmed down, his eyes Moved away from his face, he took the wine from the old fairy and raised his head to drink. I don't know what happened. Today, someone served him tea first, and then someone invited him to drink. One after another, it should be a good thing, but he felt that the tea was bitter and the wine was choking.
"Good wine." Shen Jue said, fulfilling his duty of praise.
However, the old immortal suddenly snorted for some reason, looked at him with a half-smile, and waited for a while to say, "You little goblin, I invite you to drink. You don't thank me, but you perfunctory me."
Shen Jue wanted to say no, but the old fairy continued, "When your father lost his mind, he also asked me to meet him and invite him to drink. He is not as rude as you, who perfunctory others just because he is in a bad mood. "Slightly paused, Lao Xian'er Daozhang, "I guess this isn't your father's upbringing, right?"
Shen Jue was a little embarrassed, consciously disrespectful, and quickly apologized, "It's my fault, it has nothing to do with my father."
"Then have another drink." The old immortal refilled the wine and handed it over to the Dao Zhang, "I can't taste this wine for ordinary people, and even emperors rarely taste it. If it was easy to get, he wouldn't be here today. Here. You drink slowly, taste slowly, and tell me whether it is beautiful or not."
Although Shen Jue didn't understand what he meant, he couldn't refuse. This old immortal had already said all the good and bad things, so he naturally had nothing to say. The cup, first smelled the incense, and then dipped some wine on his lips. He licked his lips, and after a while, he took a sip. After drinking the cup of wine, he suddenly understood the old fairy's mind. The old immortal turned around like this in the middle, just to calm him down. A lot of things can only be sorted out slowly by being quiet. Shen Jue knew at this moment that if Yimo made friends, it must be the most worthy friend.
"It is indeed a fine wine." Shen Jue whispered, "I have never tasted such a fine wine in my life. Forgive me for my clumsiness.
Of course, the old fairy knew that he couldn't make sense. How could he make sense so easily with this wine? If he praised him with sincerity, he was very satisfied, and accepted the chapter of the wine cup, "I still have some trivial matters. Let's go." Then he glanced at the person beside him, and saluted, "The emperor reminisced with people, and Xiaoxian left first. I wonder if the emperor has any orders?"
The man didn't speak, but Shen Jue stopped him, Daozhang "Wait a moment, I still have something to ask."
The old fairy said, "What's the matter."
"You knew I was coming?" Shen Jue asked.
The old immortal hesitated for a moment, and Dao Zhang said, "Do you know that your father has two thousand years of Taoism, but five hundred years of Taoism has disappeared?"
Shen Jue didn't know why he suddenly said that, and after a while, he quickly asked Zhang, "What's going on? I don't know at all."
"That year he begged me," said the old fairy, "for five hundred years for your future situation."
"..." Shen Jue was speechless for a while in surprise.
"He was in a sincere mood, and I couldn't refuse, so I used his five hundred years of Taoism to brew a pot of wine, and exchanged the wine for a mirror, and borrowed him to look at it." The old fairy smiled and said, "I also took a look. So I know you're coming."
Shen Jue clenched his fists, and even though he was so suppressed, he couldn't help but redden his eyes. The people who love him the most in the world, besides them, who else would be.
"He once entrusted him to take care of you if he has spare energy, so I invite you to drink today." The old fairy said, "I have already invited you to drink, and the next thing is your business. Lord Emperor has many things, and it is rare to be free. Don't bother with me, just wasting your time in vain."
After Lao Xian finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and disappeared.
Shen Jue stood for a moment, then turned to look at the man. When he had the skin of a mortal, this man was gloomy and gloomy, and his eyebrows were gloomy, as if covered with a dusty gauze. Looking at it again today, the gloomy aura has disappeared, and he has become more and more otherworldly. If there was still a cloudy air in his previous life, at this moment, he is truly luxurious and terrifying, looking down on all beings.
Shen Jue was not afraid of him, his eyes were fixed on his face, and he looked at him so carefully, seeing that he was prettier than he had imagined, as if the gods in the temple came down and walked in front of him. He looked at each other's subtle changes so intently, not knowing how bright his eyes were, nor how gentle his expression was.
He finally found him. Just thinking about it like this seems to make me laugh out loud. I don't know why, I don't feel much pain when I can't find it, but I'm so happy when I find it. I feel a little dizzy when I find it, and I can't even say a word. So the air slowed down, as if happy and floating.
"..." The other party stared at him quietly, without saying a word, his eyes were cold and silent, like the indifferent snowflakes around him, he seemed to be neither sad nor happy about his arrival. He stood without sadness or joy, looking at his bright eyes without sadness or joy, and then, little by little, darkened.
Shen Jue said, "You are an immortal..." He said softly, sighing slightly.
The dark eyes returned to calm, and all the joy disappeared in an instant. He didn't know how far the distance between gods and demons was. It was a huge gap. He didn't know whether he could cross it, or whether he dared to cross it. He is not Yimo, who is not afraid of being broken into pieces, he is Shen Jue, the lonely Shen Jue.
His birth crossed the paths between humans and demons, but he did not necessarily cross the moat between demons and gods.
The former emperor and now the immortal opened his mouth, and slowly said, "Yes, I am Emperor Nanheng."
Shen Jue said, "Oh." Not surprised at all, he stood for a moment and said, "You know I'm looking for you?"
Nan Heng lowered his eyelids slightly, "I know."
"So, you don't want to meet, right?" Shen Jue said.
Nan Heng raised his eyelids to look at him, looking a little uncomfortable.
"..." Shen Jue said, "I've been looking for you for a long time."
In fact, he didn't know how long it took. After losing his relatives, the passage of time became the most insignificant thing. He didn't remember how many years he had gone. In short, it was a long time and a long journey.
"knowledge."
"You are a god, how can you not know." Shen Jue said, and then said lightly, "Why waste my time, say it earlier, I won't bother."
Nan Heng still didn't speak, his expression didn't move too much, but a small flame flashed in his eyes, as if he was dissatisfied with his tone at this time, Shen Jue didn't notice it, and still said to himself, "Since I found it. , I just ask you one thing."
Nan Heng smiled slightly. "What do you want to ask?"
"What do you want to do?" Shen Jue said, "I promised you to look for it, and I did it. What about you?"
Nan Heng didn't answer immediately, just looked at him, his expression seemed to warm up. Shen Jue couldn't hold back in the end, he stuck his whole body over, and wrapped him like before, firmly wrapping him in his arms. As if he was still a general, this man was still the most respected person in the world. At the moment of hugging, the abundance of things in his arms made Shen Jue make up his mind almost instantly, as long as he was willing to let him hold it like this, he would dare to risk his death even if he was a monster and a god.
This was a thought that had never occurred before, and it was the first time that it had come up like this, and it quickly swept through all his thoughts without hesitation.
Then, the person he hugged only moved his fingers and pushed him far away to the edge of the cliff.
This kind of hug had happened many times before, when he was a mortal and the other party was a goblin, and his strength could not compete with him, so he had to acquiesce to being embraced like this.
Now that the little goblin wanted to bully him, Nan Heng easily pushed him away.
She probably didn't expect to be pushed away. Shen Jue stood on the edge of the cliff in a daze. That's the first time she felt that kind of pain. She didn't know where it came from. spread in. Finally, he struggled to breathe.
With just a gesture of pushing away easily, he threw away his armor and was defeated.
His stunned eyes made Nan Heng feel a little helpless, but before he could say anything, the wolf demon who had wrestled with him countless times turned around and Nan Heng watched him pick up the package beside him. He left a back and said, "Since this is the case, there will be nothing to do in the future."
Such words sounded inexplicably familiar, Shen Jue thought blankly as he spoke, as if not long ago, he and the little pine tree spirit had also broken up with each other.
Then, in this world, no one has anything to do with him anymore.
Distressed to the point where she couldn't catch her breath, Shen Jue tried her best to stabilize her mind, and her fingers were blue and white as she held the wrap. It was like this endless pain, Shen Jue silently said in her heart, "So I like him so much."
How ridiculous.
Shen Jue didn't look back, he grabbed the package that had been with him all his life, and walked down the mountain step by step.
The road when he came was no different from the road back. The squirrel girl at the foot of the mountain saw him coming, she waved to him lively, and then watched him disappear from her field of vision.
Nan Heng on the top of the mountain stood on the snow, looking at the footprints on the snow with a dazed expression, and immediately returned to silence. The old fairy got out of nowhere and looked at the increasingly small back at the foot of the mountain. After looking at it for a long time, he glanced at his Dao Zhang, "Why doesn't the emperor speak?"
"What?" Nan Heng asked him back.
Because of each other's identity, the old immortals hesitated, "The emperor went down to earth and experienced many calamities, and many things were piled there. When he came back, he was busy taking care of official business... One day in the sky, one hundred years in the world. How does he understand?"
Nan Heng pursed his lips invisibly, "I don't even understand this, what's the use." Which one should explain to him.
"..." Lao Xian opened his mouth. He wanted to say what was going on in Shen Jue's mind, how could he still remember such trivial matters, but when he saw the cold expression on the emperor's face, he swallowed the words in his mouth again. He borrowed the Void Mirror for Yimo without authorization, and even though it cost him 500 years, he still violated the rules.
But then Shen Jue just left! The old immortal remembered the old man's entrustment, and finally did not want to let down the friendship, so he took courage and said again, "The emperor has been busy in the sky for five days, but he has been looking for five hundred years in the world, although the little wolf demon is not very promising... …”
Nan Heng squinted his eyes, and the old immortal coughed, and when he spoke again, his voice was much lower, and he hummed like a mosquito, "I heard that when the emperor was busy, he also set up a mirror to see the situation in the world, I must have seen the little wolf demon. Looking around..."
Nan Heng finally flicked his armband, "You talk too much."
"I don't want to talk too much, it's not because you don't say anything yourself." The old fairy muttered in his heart, and he dared not say such a foolish word, and continued to hum the dao chapter, "That little wolf's relatives have already become Shit, I haven't had a friend in these years, if I'm sad... I'm afraid I'll do something stupid."
So the old fairy clearly saw Nanheng Emperor with a frosty face, and his eyelids jumped three times.
Nan Heng, who was a little blue-faced, looked at him, with a bit of a vicious meaning: "What did I do, he's going to do something stupid?!"
The old immortal was startled by the look on his face, and replied, "Because the emperor didn't do anything, he pushed him..."
Nan Heng's face suddenly became even more ugly, "Just because of this?"
A feeling of helplessness arises in the old fairy's heart - he has been looking for so long, you know what he is going to do, but you want to see what steps he can do, but you still push him - the old fairy nodded, "Just because this."
"Then let him be stupid," Nan Heng suddenly changed his face and said in a gentle tone, "Let him be stupid."
The old immortal was stunned and almost sat on the ground. At a time like this, still need to be angry. How could Nan Heng become so childish after coming back from the mortal world!
Nan Heng, as if he didn't realize it, waved his hand and set up a chess game on the snow again, with an indistinct tone of "let's play chess."
The old immortal had no choice but to sit back and accompany him again. This time, he did not know what medicine the other party took, but after 20 rounds, he was killed and returned. ."
After another twenty rounds, the old immortal was defeated.
In the third game, he finally held on for a while longer, and after 30 rounds, he was defeated again by Nan Heng.
In the fifth game, he lasted seventy times.
The sixth game... Nan Heng lost ten times.
The old immortal looked at the mess of chess pieces, and finally sighed, "Emperor, what does it matter if you look for it once. He looks for you for five hundred years, and you look for him for only one day. At this moment, the little wolf must be back in Luofu Mountain to guard the grave. "
He didn't persuade him, but after persuading him, Nan Heng first held Heizi to start the game again, and it took another 20 rounds to kill him.
The old immortal didn't want it anymore, so he took the chess and said, "Xiaoxian still has some things to do, so I will retire first." He said no more words, this time he smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and really slipped away. Don't play with him.
Nan Heng sat alone for a while, and his figure suddenly disappeared.
He found Luofu Mountain all the way. He was no stranger to this place. When handling official business in the sky, as Lao Xian said, he watched him every day, watching him go back and forth, watching anything he wanted, and seeing that he would come every time in the end. Come here.
The number of times he watched it, he closed his eyes and knew what the plants and trees here looked like.
Naturally, he also knew the tomb where he was buried together.
However, there are always things that he did not expect. For example, at this moment, he looked at the tomb not far away, but did not find Shen Jue's figure, but there was a new tomb beside the large tomb that was buried together.
Nan Heng's face suddenly paled.
Shen Jue was lying inside, and it was when the sun was setting. He knew that the burning clouds outside were gorgeous and dazzling, but those beauties had nothing to do with him.
Lying on the wet soil, he felt soft and soft, very comfortable, which could be called comfort.
It's really comfortable, the land is the ultimate destination of every life, and the tombs beside me are my relatives.
After a few years, his body will be turned into mud in the future, washed by the storm, and mixed with the bones of his relatives in the surrounding land.
They will always be family.
Shen Jue closed her eyes, raised her hand without hesitation, and took out the demon pill from her chest. That was the only thing his mother left him, so he came into this world and lived as a human being.
Then he crushed it.
"Shen Jue!" In a trance, he shouted violently, as if the momentum of thunder, awakened his confusion.
Shen Jue opened his eyes and saw his emperor beside him. Yuebai's robe was covered with wet mud, and even his head was stained with yellow mud, which he had never felt before. Shen Jue looked at it, and suddenly there was a subtle joy, this joy carried a kind of malice, thinking, look, you also have today. However, he felt cordial, as if this was the closest they had been since they met, and it was on the apex of his heart.
Then, Shen Jue, like a naive child, showed a childish look, and said to him in a mocking tone, "I won't play with you anymore."
- I'm not playing with you anymore.
Maybe it was because he laughed too happily, or maybe it was because this sentence was too shocking, Nan Heng lost his mind and forgot to continue to cast spells to protect his life.
So the man in his arms returned to the shape of a wolf in the blink of an eye, and died silently.
- I'm not playing with you anymore.
Shen Jue followed Black and White Impermanence, and obediently entered the underworld, during which he even turned his head lazily, never wanting to look at the lost spirit again.
He followed the black and white impermanence and kept walking, until he came to a sea of red flowers, every flower was blooming wildly, the flowers did not see the leaves, the leaves did not see the flowers, and there were two people standing in the bright flower sea, looking As he approached from a distance, he stretched out his hand in unison.
He recognized them and ran over quickly, his feet cheered, and there were fine lines at the corners of his eyes when he smiled.
In this world, there are those who fail, and there are those who pity them.