Heavens and Worlds Pawn System

When Jiang Ziya woke up, he couldn't find Yiren Song for the whole morning, so he called a Zhuang Tong and said, "Where did your master go?"

"Looking back to the second master, the master must have collected the rent. Wait a minute, at best, you should be able to come back at noon. Look. Wool. Line. Chinese. Wen. Net." Zhuang Tong is both cautious and respectful.

Jiang Ziya nodded, and was about to go back to meditate for a while, only to see the righteous brother walking in violently, looked at him and laughed: "Congratulations, brother, great fortune today!"

"Where did you come from?" Jiang Ziya was confused, and when he saw him smiling happily, he also laughed.

"There is a large family in Chaoge City with poems and rituals, and the family is prosperous. Some time ago, because of offending people, the family was destroyed and the family was destroyed. The whole family was sold into the business..." Song Yiren said.

Hearing this, Jiang Ziya gradually raised his brows. Hearing this, he finally couldn't help but interrupted: "My dear friend, this is not a blessing?"

"Brother virtuous, don't worry, let me finish." Song Yiren waved his hand and said, "Isn't he thinking of finding a good relationship for you today?

I went into the city and asked about it. I found out that there was a girl in this family who was less than 30 years old. She gave birth to a beautiful young girl with a gentle and pleasant personality. It was a pity that her life was not good and she was dragged down by her family and sold. Into the business.

After I learned the news, I rushed over and rescued the family. On the way to set them up, the girl and I had a few words and found out that she was indeed a gentle and amiable woman, so we told her about your affairs.

But I am seventy or three without you, but you are slightly older than her. Brother Xian, you don’t even have a crease on your face, and you don’t have a rickety figure. As long as you dye your white hair black, no one will see it even if you are forty years old..."

Seeing the babble of the big brother in front of him, Jiang Ziya's heart was mixed with five flavors; all kinds of inexplicable emotions were constantly surging, like a throat, but for a while, he didn't know what to do. See 1 Mao 2 Line 3 Chinese Net

"Brother virtuous, I'm not forcing you, but worrying about you!" After receiving no reply for a while, Song Yiren's thoughts turned, and he sighed deeply: "I have no family, no wife, no Son, alone, lonely and lonely, even if you are successful in cultivation, you will live an extra three hundred and five years, isn't it a hard time? The purpose of cultivation is to extend your life, and finally you can continue to practice the Tao with the extended life. When it's dry, don't you feel regretful in your heart?"

"My dear friend, I just think that this matter can still be discussed in the long term!" Jiang Ziya said with difficulty.

"I put the family in the three tiled houses at the east end of our village. It's only time for a cup of tea from here. You can clean it up. I will take you to visit you tomorrow morning." Song Yiren waved his hand: "By the way, if you need anything for dyeing your hair, just find Zhuang Tong and let him go to the city to buy it."

Jiang Ziya said helplessly: "My dear friend, I still have a great way in my heart..."

"Cultivation and the desire to destroy human beings are completely different things, right?" Song Yiren asked, "Is the Jade Emperor considered a top-notch monastic sacred? He also has the queen mother, and the fairy concubine. No matter how big your avenue is, it can be bigger than his hometown. Human? So, don't make excuses for yourself. As a man, if you shrink back at this time, you will be really in vain."

Jiang Ziya was speechless and had no temper at all.

"Think about it. If you think I'm wrong, Ming will tell me directly, and I will find that family to know." Song Yiren stared at him for a while, sighed, turned and left with his hands on his back.

Jiang Ziya pursed his mouth, was silent for a long time, and slowly walked out of the manor.

When he really looked at the environment around him, he saw the half-old boy chasing the chicken and the dog, the lovely girl holding wild flowers, and a farm couple quarreling over trivial matters... Everyone has a home, everyone has a root system, but he alone has no home, no relatives, or even childhood and teenage memories!

Gradually, he walked out of Zhuangzi and came to the field, feeling the slightly cold wind beat on his face, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Before he knew it, it was dark, Jiang Ziya shivered suddenly, as if waking up from a dream, turning his head and looking at the peaceful countryside behind him, he saw the lights of hundreds of houses...

"Home!" Jiang Ziya whispered again.

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Song Yiren couldn't guess what choice Jiang Ziya would make, and the other party's different choices determined his different destiny.

He felt as if he was standing at the intersection of palace and hell, with palace on the left and **** on the right, warm and cold at the same time, alternating hot and cold, making him sleepless at night.

"Snee..."

"Snee!"

The next day, early in the morning, Song Yiren wore a pair of panda eyes and wore a thick padded jacket. He yawned and walked out of the bedroom. As soon as he saw the sun, he sneezed uncontrollably and trembled all over his body. .

"Liu, did the second master get up?" Song Yiren asked Zhuang Tong, who was always watching the manor's dynamics, rubbing his itchy nose.

"In reply to the master, the second master hasn't come back since he went out." Zhuang Tong bowed.

A look of worry appeared between Song Yiren's brows and eyes.

It looks bad!

"My dear friend." Just as he was thinking, a familiar and unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded not far from him.

Song Yiren was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and glanced up, and was stunned for a moment.

I saw a middle-aged man wearing a cyan long shirt, black short boots, thin cheeks, thin body, but with shining eyes standing in the yard with a straight figure, his black hair and black beard, under the sun. It was a bit dazzling for a while!

"Virtuous brother?!"

Looking at Yiren Song with a shocked face, Jiang Ziya took a deep breath and slowly said, "So...does it suit my dear friend?"

Song Yiren said in amazement, "I just let you dye your hair. You are a completely different person!"

Jiang Ziya's cheeks were reddish, and he coughed lightly, "Although I didn't learn any advanced Taoism on Kunlun Mountain, I still learned some furs about plastic disfigurement."

Song Yiren circled around him and said, "Yongshu? That is, this is just an illusion?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head: "True is true when it is false, and false is true when false is true. For our cultivators, the external appearance of appearance depends on our own mood and needs."

Song Yiren smiled and said, "It makes you and I want to cultivate."

He said something unintentionally, but Jiang Ziya took it seriously, and sighed: "It's too late. If my dear friend went up the mountain with me 40 years ago, he might still have a fine line like me!"