no signs of spirituality

"The immortal body is damaged, the immortal power is short, and the serious injury has not healed for a long time. If you go out of the mountain at this time, it will be like taking a risk."

"I have it in my mind."

"The immortal way is easy to leave but hard to return. If there is no return date, are you sure you won't regret it?"

"No regrets."

Xiao Wuyin dropped a white piece, Gu Song's game of chess came to an end.

Opposite Shiji sits an old man with white hair and silver beard, who is transformed by the spirit of guarding Mount Yingtai.The old man caressed his beard and smiled: "If you don't take the fairy road, where will you go? The human way? The ghost way? No matter which way you go, to you, it always feels out of the ordinary."

"Neither of the two." Xiao Wuyin shook his head slightly, took out a white stone from his sleeve and put it in front of the table. The white stone was as smooth as jade, with a slight lingering warmth, and one could tell it was something extraordinary at a glance.

Shan Ling took a closer look, then understood, and let out a long sigh: "It's actually this thing. Even I haven't seen it for many years."

This stone is exactly the family-seeking stone that Xie Lingzheng borrowed from Liu Yao back then. It is also the seed of the flower in the stone in ancient times. A hundred years ago, Xiao Wuyin's tears gave birth to a flower tide.After Xiao Wuyin left, the flowers withered and the grass withered, and the seed turned back into a stubborn stone and returned to his hands.

"I want to refine this kind, and integrate the clear and the turbid into one." Xiao Wuyin said, "I don't want to go to the immortal path, and I don't want to follow the evil path, just find my own path."

"What a way of my own..." Shan Ling sighed, "I am neither a fairy nor a ghost nor a human being. I returned to the beginning of the primordial chaos and surpassed the three realms. It is not easy to set up another mountain and establish a family here! It is what you said You are so light and ethereal. You must know that your fairy body is so pure. Once you refine this stone seed, it will be able to induce turbidity to flow into a clear spring, destroying a thousand years of Taoism in an instant. Once the mountain protection formation is opened, Yingtai Mountain will no longer tolerate you. As far as Yingtai Immortal No. [-] is concerned, it has since fallen, and your disciple Sun Baobao will still wear sackcloth and filial piety for you, and go to the funeral to express condolences."

"I understand." Xiao Wuyin's voice was light, as if he didn't have any fluctuations in his mood, "It's okay. I have left a book and arranged all the affairs. I have never cared about the common affairs of Yingtai Mountain, and I rarely care about the Dao karma of the disciples. If they are willing, they can form their own sect without me, if not, they will just disperse, the world is vast, and there is nowhere to practice."

"Mount Yingtai without the Immortal Yingtai is different after all." Shanling said in a low voice, and was silent for a long time, until the snow water hit the chessboard, Fang touched his chin, came back to his senses, squinted and smiled , changed the subject, "So, where are you going?"

His question was meant to be a joke, but Xiao Wuyin replied calmly: "I'll go find Xie Lingzheng."

"Oh?"

"I'm going to find Xie Lingzheng." Xiao Wuyin lowered his eyes, "Where does he go, I will go there. From now on, life and death will never be separated."

"Then I will ask directly," Shan Ling knocked on the table, and said, "What capacity should you go to him?"

Xiao Wuyin frowned: "Is this important?"

"Of course it's important!" Shan Ling clapped his hands and said, "He used to call you his master, and after being kicked out of the gate by you, he respected you as an immortal. But now you are neither his master nor Yingtai Immortal. Jun, but you have to follow him closely, pester him obsessively, and even tell him what to do in the future, forbid him to marry, forbid him to have a family and have children. In this case, what should he ask you to do? Are you so unlucky? "

Xiao Wuyin pondered for a moment, frowned and said: "I don't care what he calls me, it doesn't matter who I am, I just want to be with him, hug him, kiss him, touch him every moment. He May you call me Master, I will be his Master, whoever he calls me, I will be."

"I think it's more than that, you probably want to rush to practice the way of dual cultivation with him, and become a good friend of fish and water." Shan Ling said with a smile, "You used to love him very much, and you were extremely domineering, and you didn't allow him to make deep friends. , I am willing to harm myself for him, or even die. How can there be such a teacher-disciple relationship in the world? In my opinion, the name of the teacher is really a leaf that blinds your eyes, so that you can put those who should have and shouldn't Some, appropriate and inappropriate are all pushed to the top. It’s just that the shield is removed now, who are you, who is he, and who is he to you, these are questions, but it’s time to think about it carefully?”

Xiao Wuyin was stunned for a moment, the white stones in his hand turned into a small pile of rocks at some point, he didn't respond, he just said: "You told me this, it seems that there is no objection to it?"

Shanling smiled with his beard: "I have been watching heaven and man for many years. It is very common for mortals to turn into stones. It is the first time that stones give birth to people's hearts. It can move, it can change, it can go against the sky, it can go upstream, it can know what to do, it's much more interesting. Don't talk about me, Wuyin, you can think about how to meet your sweetheart ? Do you want the little old man to give you some advice?"

As soon as his voice fell, before Xiao Wuyin could answer, a sudden gust of wind rose.

There was a moment of silence under the tree, Xiao Wuyin didn't speak again, just put the chess pieces back into the basket neatly one by one, Shan Ling didn't ask any more questions, just looked at him with a smile, watching the spring breeze blowing, Yingtai Immortal Monarch's ink Eye.

The spring snow has melted and melted into the lingering spring rain. It is a good time to drink peach blossom wine. The Snow-haired Immortal has already drunk before drinking.

In late spring, when the spring cicadas make noise, the evening primrose in the courtyard blooms.

Xie Lingzheng fell into a deep sleep in the middle of the night, the weather was hot and dry, but his body was as cold as ever, so he still hugged the stove, wrapped in a thick quilt, curled up like a shrimp.

The red cloak was under his head, and when he was asleep, he buried half of his face in it, his cheeks were pressed against the embroidery of flowers and leaves, a little flushed.

He didn't know what kind of dream he had, his eyelids twitched violently, and there was a shallow breath sound in his throat, as if he was talking or just laughing.

So when that slender white hand lightly touched the back of his bare hand, he only struggled subconsciously, and then he was bewitched by the warm palm, and he grabbed that wrist reflexively.

Xie Lingzheng didn't wake up until the temperature in his palm became unusually hot.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the white-haired fairy sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at him quietly, three parts of the moonlight reflected in his dark eyes, and his snow-colored wide sleeves were gently draped over his body, carrying a fragrance of nocturnal fragrance .

He lay there dumbfounded, not daring to move, his heart was surging, his eyes moved little by little from the top of his hair to the strands of his hair, from the scar between his brows to his dark eyes, and stared for a long time with his gaze as hard as a knife and an axe, until The noisy cicadas slapped his ears, and Fang realized that he let go of his hand.

The warm touch still lingered on his fingertips, he couldn't help thinking: This is probably a dream, how could Xiao Wuyin be so hot.

"Spirit sign."

Xiao Wuyin called him softly, his voice was low and hoarse, with a little jerky, it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and it seemed that his throat was choked.

Xie Lingzheng asked, "Why did you come to my dream?"

Xiao Wuyin was startled.

"It's been a long time since you came to my dreams." Xie Lingzheng said, "After the thunder disaster, I rarely dreamed. The last time I dreamed, I dreamed that the stove turned into a pot and burned, and my bed curtains and bedding were all cleaned up It's on, but it didn't catch me."

Xiao Wuyin remained silent, and reached out to touch his forehead. After a long time, Fang Rou said: "I'll find you a new heater that won't catch fire, okay?"

"That's a little embarrassing." Xie Lingzheng's face was reddish, his eyes were half closed because of sleepiness, he reached out to wipe the sore corners of his eyes, and then murmured, "Xianjun, you came to my dream... want to do what?"

Xiao Wuyin listened quietly, then suddenly bent down and kissed those pale lips.

Xie Lingzheng exclaimed in a low voice, stretched out his hand to push him away, and scolded: "You nightmare, how can you do such a thing that blasphemes the fairy king!"

Xiao Wuyin pressed his wrist firmly, not letting him move, and kissed his lips again: "You ask me what I want to do, I want to be husband and wife with you, okay?"

Xie Lingzheng was dumbfounded, and pinched his palm hard, only to feel that the dream was too ridiculous, and he had to wake up immediately.

Xiao Wuyin grabbed that cold hand, separated his closed fingers little by little, lowered his head and kissed the red palm, and asked again: "Don't be a master and apprentice, but a husband and wife, okay?"