no signs of spirituality

The scene fades away, the moon sinks and the sun rises.

Xie Lingzheng was dazed for a long time, until the warm light of the rising sun poured into the room through the screen window, reflecting the bright firelight on the fairy's fresh snow-like hair, and then he gradually realized that this was not a dream.

This is not a dream.

His hand was still tightly held by Xiao Wuyin, and he could feel the pulsation of the tendons in the wrist of the other party. He knew that the pulsation was connected with an icy and snow-cold fairy heart, but it beat so fast and so hot , and even a thin layer of sweat broke out on the jade-like palm.

The heart is like a drum, the body is sweating, the hair is like frost, the weapon is broken, and the clothes are dirty. This is the death of heaven and man.

The immortal fell into the mortal world, the immortal body turned into a mortal womb, and the immortal soul was transferred to all six desires and seven emotions. The long and endless immortal life can no longer be protected by the laws of heaven.

Xie Lingzheng asked in a daze, "Xianjun, what did you do?"

Xiao Wuyin's expression did not change, he only said: "The Immortal Monarch Yingtai has passed away."

Xie Lingzheng suddenly understood, and only then did he realize that the unconcealable evil intent on Xiao Wuyin's body was gone now, what he saw and felt before his eyes, except that his appearance and aura were still the same as those of the immortals in the past, the rest were not the same at all.

"Why bother to sacrifice your lifespan for Lingzheng..." He murmured blankly, "How is it worth it?"

But Xiao Wuyin frowned and said: "I ruined my own immortal journey, so what does it have to do with you?"

Xie Lingzheng looked up at him unconsciously.

"Ling Zheng," Xiao Wuyin hugged him into his arms, stroking his back as he did many years ago, "Heaven's way can't influence my actions, so why should you blame yourself for it?"

Xie Lingzheng smiled wryly: "The Immortal Monarch is used to being domineering, so he speaks out wrong words."

Xiao Wuyin didn't deny it either, just said: "Xie Lingzheng, I just asked you a question, do you have an answer?"

Xie Lingzheng raised his head suddenly, speechless.

Xiao Wuyin didn't urge her, she just lowered her eyes and quietly looked at his right hand which was half hidden under the sleeve.

After an unknown amount of time, he murmured as if talking to himself: "I don't know."

The air seemed to be slightly stagnant, and both of them hadn't made a sound for a long time.

Xie Lingzheng blinked his eyes, his eyes were sour, and even his eyelashes were covered with water mist. He seemed to be explaining, but also seemed to be talking to himself: "Since I regained my memory, I have been thinking about it for many days. , Thinking about my love for Xianjun, thinking about Xianjun's feelings for me. The great formation of protecting the mountain stretches between heaven and earth, and I also began to lose sight of my own heart."

Xiao Wuyin listened quietly, her expression did not fluctuate.

"I have admired the immortals since I was a child. When I was young, I could hear the song of youth, and when I saw the soft red in the world, I realized that I was born with a mortal heart, and I was moved by the wishful thinking of wanting to wander the rivers and lakes with the one I love. What I want in my heart is the bright moon in the sky, and I shouldn't fall into the world of mortals for me." He said slowly, "Afterwards, a sudden change happened-I also expected to suffer this kind of disaster in my heart, children of the immortal family should not believe in good and evil in the world , even if Chen Xiuxiang does not do evil, becomes a spiritual weapon and does not cause trouble, the way of heaven will not allow me to survive, and the fairy will impose a heavy responsibility on me and drive me out of the door. Although I don't say anything, there is resentment in my heart. I blame the fairy who knows that I understand I, treat me differently from others, but can't tolerate me like others, so I fell into the mud, degraded myself, and made friends with Bohu Gong, which is actually more self-exile. My love has never changed, nor have I regretted the decision I made on Yaotai's birthday banquet."

Xiao Wuyin moved her fingers and asked: "Then now, do you regret it?"

Xie Lingzheng shook his head and said: "Although I don't regret it, it's hard to get back to the state of mind when I listened to the waist flute that night, I... there seems to be a mess in my heart that is entangled in one place, making me unable to move. "

Xiao Wuyin said: "What state of mind is it?"

Xie Lingzheng's mouth was slightly bitter, but he couldn't avoid his dark and deep eyes. Fang responded with every word and sentence, "Smile when you miss you, and you are happy when you see you."

Xiao Wuyin remained silent, he naturally knew these eight words, he had heard them thousands of times in his own vocal mantra, and the letter taken from Xie Lingzheng's corpse turned into nightmares that suppressed his mind several times , but it is an implication that he cannot let go of anyway.

The room was silent, no one said a word, even the sound of morning dew dripping on the eaves could be heard, touching people's hearts.

"Immortal Monarch..." Xie Lingzheng said for a long time, but his voice stopped when he reached his mouth, and he said instead, "Master Xiao."

"Xiao Wuyin." Xiao Wuyin corrected him.

Xie Lingzheng failed to call out this title, he looked down at his wrist, there seemed to be a little heat on it, and there was an unknown gleam in those eyes that were always as bright as a boy, Xiao Wuyin couldn't read that. This kind of feeling, only heard him say: "Let me think about it."

Xiao Wuyin was silent for a moment, his black eyes were deep, at this moment there was a bird cry outside the window, for some reason, he suddenly smiled, and stroked Lingzheng's hair affectionately.

The fairy rarely smiled, Xie Lingzheng raised his face in surprise, and felt that time and space seemed to be disordered in a trance, as if he had returned to many years ago, the Yingtai fairy who indulged him, doted on him, got close to him and protected him alone, crossed Time came before him.

He subconsciously explained as he did in the past: "I never thought that there would be such a question between you and me - I can't see clearly in front of my eyes, and I can't see clearly in my heart, but I don't want to answer rashly, and I don't want to evade my heart. You, you give me some time, let me think again, okay? Immortal..." Before the address came out, he felt something was wrong, several titles rolled in his throat, and finally he unconsciously called out tentatively said, "Master?"

Xiao Wuyin was startled.

Xie Lingzheng thought he had made a slip of the tongue, and just as he was about to change his words, his lips were held down by warm fingertips.

Xiao Wuyin leaned forward, inserted five fingers into his hair, stroked his face tenderly and cherishingly, and softly called: "Zheng'er."

He was hugged tightly in his arms, and his two bodies were tightly fitted together. What should have been hot was now icy cold, and what should have been cold was now hot.

A group of songbirds outside the window were startled for some reason, and flew around in a flutter. A cluster of flowering vines growing by the window was disturbed, and sunflowers stretched in the window, shaking off the fragrance in the room.

Since then, Xiao Wuyin stayed at Xie Lingzheng's mansion, and the two of them never talked about what happened that night.

Xie Lingzheng lives on the street of Changming Street. It used to be the former residence of the mud monk. The mud monk had not interacted with the ghosts for a long time, and moved into the pagoda temple where the ghost monk Angwu lived with his wife and children. Appointed his new "Brother Xie Lingzheng".

These days, Xie Lingzheng has been a little more leisurely than a year ago. The ghosts respect him, but he insists on not wanting to. Fang Xianshi, he gradually withdrew himself from it, and started to travel around and drink wine to fight for righteousness.

The ghostly person wanted to keep him, and asked him for advice on trivial matters, but he didn't refuse all of them right away, so he poured a cup of tea in the study, lit a wisp of incense, and smoked it every day. Meeting visitors for a short period of time, holding a pen with his chin propped up, he seems to have a calm expression and a leisurely demeanor, and he has learned some "high position and authority" postures, but in fact he is bored and scribbles "monkey stealing flat peach" or "white peach" in the book in his hand. Cats fight".

At the moment, he is copying from his memory a picture of "Seven Fairies Visiting Huaqing Pool at a Feast, and the Cowherd Steals Feather Clothes at Night" which he peeked at last night with a light on.

The number of fairy paintings was the sixth, and the number of scrolls spread out on the table increased to six. He sighed helplessly, raised his head, glanced at the demons and ghosts who seemed to be sitting unsteadily in front of him, and asked with a smile, "Tell me, what happened recently?" What's going on? Get together and send these things over."

"This..." Several ghosts looked at each other, and one of them said, "His Royal Highness is getting old, and it's time to consider getting a wife."

Xie Lingzheng let out goosebumps when he was called that. He flicked his fingers, rolled up the portraits of those girls and boys on the table, and scolded: "I've said it a few times, don't call it that, it sounds weird to me. How many of you You're not too young, could it be that you've taken the wrong medicine these two days, so you're worrying about my marriage every day?"

"There have been some rumors on the street recently," an old man with a yellow beard faltered, "it is said that His Highness has lived in a, uh, what, we are worried that His Highness has been bewitched, cheated by... It was because of my anger that I made such a bad plan, and I definitely didn't mean to point fingers at His Highness's family affairs."

Xie Lingzheng was drinking tea, when he heard the words, he choked on the tea, coughed a few times before he smiled and said: "You guys, just take your things back, I have never lived in such a gorgeous ghost girl in my house, you should worry too much."

He leaned back in the chair leisurely, put the pen on the shelf, and made a gesture of seeing off the guests. The ghosts were about to persuade them again, but they saw their Highness Lingjun's eyes were full of meaning, and there seemed to be nothing in the corner of his eye. Glance behind them.

As soon as a group of old monsters turned around, they saw a white-clothed and snow-haired figure leaning against the door frame. He had stood there for some time, with a calm expression and a noble appearance. The characters add a little fireworks.

Lost the evil spirit, the ghosts didn't even recognize him for a while, but they didn't dare to forget the face of Immortal Yingtai, which naturally turned to ashes. It became a group of yellow-spotted and white-fronted finches fluttering out of the window.

Xiao Wuyin didn't seem to notice, walked to the desk, rolled up his sleeves and replaced the water in Xie Lingzheng's brush wash. He never liked people to get close to him, let alone Lingzheng. After half of the time, the two of them started their own personal affairs, which was always the case in the Yuntai Palace in the past, so Xie Lingzheng naturally didn't feel awkward.

Xie Lingzheng looked at him, then at the picture scroll on the table, suddenly tugged at his snow sleeves, rolled into his arms with a smile, and said: "Hahahaha, gods, they are afraid that you will lie to my body and suck my energy, Hahahahaha..."

Xiao Wuyin was not annoyed, but stroked his back, tapped his forehead with his fingers, thinking, Lingzheng seems to have grown up, but it seems not to grow up.

Xie Lingzheng was tired of laughing. He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. Fang straightened his face and asked, "Master, did you go to study new Taoism? How is it? Are you in good health?"

"No problem." Xiao Wuyin touched the corners of his eyes, tapped his fingertips, and suddenly a new spell was born in the brush washer that had just been replaced with water, which was different from both immortal spells and ghosts. Law.

I saw that the cyan pattern on the porcelain basin seemed to come alive little by little, turning into a handful of fresh green, sprouting branches and leaves, budding, and borrowing a ray of sunlight, a red lotus quietly grew on the water surface, exquisite and exquisite. Lovely and pleasantly aromatic.

Xie Lingzheng looked a little dazed, Xiao Wuyin held up the porcelain basin with one hand and placed it in front of him, and said in a low voice: "I name this way 'The Great Desolate Way', which combines turbidity and clearness into one body, and is derived from chaos. The stubborn stone has a heart , Yi Kesheng flowers, Zheng'er, for you."

Xie Lingzheng didn't reach out to pick it up.

He wanted to ask: Did you send a heart or a flower?

In the end, he still didn't ask, just put away the pen, and thanked the master respectfully and even a little shyly.

I don't know if it was a coincidence, but the water stains from under the porcelain basin happened to wet those few scrolls that hadn't had time to look at them carefully.