The heavens start from Maoshan

Chu Chenzi's eyes suddenly narrowed.

Because he suddenly saw a girl in a red cloak picking weeds next to the three-character stone tablet of "Qingyun Guan" under the drizzle.

"Blessed Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate."

Chuchenzi turned around and left, sprinting at first, but turning into a life-threatening sprint at the back.

Ha ha...

The girl picking weeds looked at Izumoko.

If anyone observes, they will find that the girl's eyes are reddish, as if she is wearing beauty contact lenses.

"Here's a train ticket to Kyrgyzstan."

Zhang Heng is not a person who does not believe in evil.

Knowing that he is in danger, of course, is the first time to flash people.

"Where do you want to go?"

Just when Zhang Heng was about to pay for a ticket, a weak voice suddenly came from behind him.

That voice has a very high sugar content, and it is impossible to be so soft without a few years of online dating experience, giving people an urge to care.

"Bad!"

Zhang Heng's heart skipped a beat.

Looking back, he saw standing behind him was a very beautiful young loli in a big red cloak.

Her eyes were reddish and her face was sad, as if someone was bullying her.

Are you excited?

Not moving, Zhang Heng felt his back numb instead.

Because since the sound rang, the box he put in the bamboo box became restless and kept shaking.

He is not Alzheimer's, how can he not remember that the magic weapon of Qingyun Yueqi is in the box.

As soon as the little girl appeared, the magic weapon began to vibrate, this is the main lord coming.

"Disciple Zhang Heng, I have seen Master."

Zhang Heng took a deep breath and bowed to Little Loli.

This worship, directly startled the little loli, and subconsciously took a step back, like a frightened deer, and said Nuonuo: "What are you talking about?"

"go with!"

Zhang Heng placed a point on his right arm, and then pointed in the air.

The next second, the paper ghost flew out of his collar, and quickly hovered over the two of them and flew in a circle.

"Paper-cutting?"

Little Loli blinked and said weakly, "I didn't expect that we have such a fate, you not only got my golden knife and scissors, but also learned my paper-cutting technique, no wonder you want to call me master, you really are I'm half an apprentice."

"Master, your golden knife and scissors."

Without a word, Zhang Heng took off the bamboo box on his back, and offered the box containing the golden knife and scissors with both hands.

Seeing his performance, Little Loli whispered, "You are a disciple of Maoshan, right? Are you so afraid of death?"

Zhang Heng did not answer, but instead asked, "Are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid..."

Little Loli's eyes showed confusion: "There is a big terror between life and death, how many are not afraid?"

"Since you already know the answer, why bother to ask the disciple."

Zhang Heng took a chance, neither said he was afraid of death, nor did he say that he was not afraid.

To be afraid or not to be afraid, Yue Qi will know if she asks herself.

"You are such an interesting person, and we are so connected, I don't want to kill you anymore."

When Little Loli waved her hand, the golden knife and scissors broke out of the wooden box and landed firmly in her hand.

"100 years, how time flies."

Little Loli muttered, and then seemed to think of something, reached out her hand, and used her nails to draw on the scissors.

"Does it look good?"

After the carving, Little Loli handed the scissors to Zhang Heng to see.

Zhang Heng looked and saw that she had added a word after the word Yue Qi... Luo.

"Qingyun, Yue Qiluo!"

Zhang Heng couldn't help but read aloud.

"Yue Qiluo is the name of my body, I didn't want to use it."

"But now I have figured it out. A new name may be a new beginning. After 100 years, what is there to worry about in the past?"

Yue Qiluo looked at Zhang Heng, and the corners of her mouth cocked slightly: "You mean, cheap apprentice?"

"Master is right."

Zhang Heng imitated Zhang Bold's appearance and nodded with a simple and honest face.

snort!

Yue Qiluo snorted lightly, her face full of the attitude of a young daughter, and then said: "In Qingyun Temple, did my cheap disciple and grandson arrange me?"

This...

Zhang Heng was at a loss for words, and couldn't guess what the Tianshan child grandma in front of him meant.

To say that she wants to find Chenzi to settle accounts, one disciple and one grandchild, it doesn't seem like she wants to kill them all.

To say that she was just asking unintentionally, she was serious in her tone, and it didn't seem like she was doing it casually.

"You don't have to be afraid, I just want to hear what I have been shaped by Qingyunguan a hundred years later."

Yue Qiluo played with her hair, her eyes bright like a red star in the sky: "I'm afraid that in their eyes, I'm already a heinous demon, right?"

"That's not it."

Zhang Heng bit his head and said: "Chuchenzi said, you are his great uncle. Because of practicing sorcery a hundred years ago, you turned yourself into a half-human, half-ghost existence. You can make your own soul by absorbing other people's souls. It is immortal and can change its body like a ghost."

"In the end, your case was exposed. Because you killed countless people, it attracted the suppression of the Qingyunmen faction. In the end, you were outnumbered and sealed up."

After listening, Yue Qiluo nodded silently: "Generally speaking, it is good, but some parts have been deleted."

Zhang Heng did not speak, but acted as if he was listening.

"I'm not outnumbered, I'm a big victory, one person beats one door!!"

Yue Qiluo was proud at first, and then lost: "But I let them go, who would have thought, my senior brother also practiced sorcery after returning, and found a way to defeat me."

"It's ridiculous to say that, the sorcery that my senior brother cultivated is still from me."

"Back then, I read the ancient and modern Daoist scriptures, and combined with the secret arts of other sects to retreat for 30 years, and finally created the longevity art before the end of my life."

"After living the second life, I happily returned to Qingyun Temple and told my senior brother the good news. I hope he can live forever."

"Who would have thought that his mind of cultivating Taoism is broken, and he actually said that my spells are evil and crooked, and even expelled me from Qingyun Temple."

"What happens in the end? If you want to beat me, it's not about cultivating what I left behind."

"But why, he still sits still and doesn't imitate me, transferring his soul to live out the second life?"

"Senior brother, brother, why are others afraid of death, but you are not afraid, don't you want to live forever?"

After speaking, Yue Qiluo looked at Zhang Heng with bright eyes, and asked lightly, "Bad disciple, do you want to live forever?"

Chapter 57: Zhengyangchun

Longevity?

Who doesn't want to, who doesn't want to?

It's just Yue Qiluo's longevity, is it really longevity?

Or it would be more appropriate to call her a ghost who occupies someone else's body.

Even if it wasn't a ghost, she wouldn't be a human being, but a kind of alien who was neither human nor ghost.

This is not the longevity pursued by Taoism, nor the longevity pursued by Zhang Heng, it is just a kind of lingering.

The reason why Yue Qiluo was able to cultivate was because she was about to end her life and had no choice, just like the old Maoshan Su Lao who was greedy for the red dust and made herself alive.

As for Zhang Heng, he is a hopeful person. As long as he has a breath, he doesn't want to become Yue Qiluo, or that living and dead elder.

"Master, if you ask me in the next year, I'm seventy-eight years old, and I don't have much lifespan. Maybe I'm willing to do anything for my longevity."

"But now, I'm only in my 20s, and I haven't experienced any setbacks. Even if you hand over the longevity technique to me, I don't think I need to practice it right away?"

Zhang Heng's tone was faint.

"Yeah, you're still young."

Yue Qiluo looked straight at Zhang Heng with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "It's nice to be young."

Done.

Yue Qiluo's eyes became hollow, and she said in a dazed, self-talking voice, "Apprentice, I'm hungry."

"Master, go two streets ahead, there is a restaurant called Zhengyangchun."

"I ate it once last night. His roast duck is very good. Shall we try it?"

Speaking of this, Zhang Heng added: "Zhengyangchun pays attention to eating one duck and two. The duck meat is dipped in noodles sauce and rolled with pancakes. The duck frame can also be used to make soup. The soup is lined with wolfberry and jujube, which is the most nourishing. ."

"Teacher, you are not good."

Yue Qiluo's empty eyes suddenly regained some vigour.

"Master, what are these words?"

Zhang Heng looked suspicious.

"Ask yourself."

Yue Qiluo tilted her head and looked at him: "Are you thinking in your heart, I have been sealed for hundreds of years, and I just got out of trouble recently, how much strength do I have left?"

"The disciple dare not."

Zhang Heng immediately shook his head.

Yue Qiluo laughed and hooked her fingers to signal him to come up.

When Zhang Heng came up, she sighed like blue: "Ten is not one, but killing you is enough, you, do you want to try, my good boy?"

"I'll hold an umbrella for Master."

Zhang Heng held up the oil umbrella and replaced the answer with action.

Yue Qiluo is very satisfied with this.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing that proud, contemptuous, and aloof smile.

"Master, are your clothes waterproof?"

Get out of the station and into the rain.

Zhang Heng discovered that Yue Qiluo's red cloak was made of unknown material, and the rainwater hit it like it fell on a lotus leaf.

On the contrary, he, standing in the rain like a fool, was drenched in soup after a while.

"how?"

Yue Qiluo didn't say yes or no, but asked him pitifully: "Don't you want to give me an umbrella?"

Zhang Heng felt a chill.

"how come."

Zhang Heng is a good actor, with a smile on his face: "It's my honor to be able to do things for Master."

Yue Qiluo looked at him quietly.