no signs of spirituality

Xie Lingzheng got drunk for a while.

He opened the wine jar, took out from his bosom the cloth handkerchief given to him by Ribohu Public Land the day before, curled up a few strands of girlish hair sticking to his body, and piled up a handful of fallen flower graves by the running water, pinching earth for incense and wine for fragrance. After bowing down and worshiping, he drank with this mound of earth without monuments and bones, and finally leaned against the flowers and trees and became so drunk that he seemed to be drunk from it.

Cheng Lingqi and Mu Lingxi didn't want to care about him, and they were quite disappointed with such a senior brother, so when Xiao Wuyin found him the next day, he was still sleeping in the pile of grass clippings, polluted all over his body, Unkempt, down and out and embarrassing.

Xiao Wuyin was overjoyed, seeing him like this, he didn't even touch him, he waved his hand to attract two little boys, one of them grabbed him and dragged him up the mountain.

The rocks and bumps along the way, although Xie Lingzheng is a little more awake, but still a little confused, raised his eyes vaguely, only saw Xiao Wuyin's plain back in the distance, his heart moved slightly, but he was no longer as ecstatic as in the past, I just lowered my head and thought: where am I? Did I go back to more than ten years ago, and I was knocking on the mountain to ask for a teacher?

The rules for apprenticeship in Mount Yingtai are not strict, but to be an inner disciple of Immortal Lord Yingtai, there is quite a set of cumbersome procedures to go through.Although Xie Lingzheng was brought up by Xiao Wuyin since he was a child, he officially became Xiao Wuyin's disciple when he was over ten years old.On that day, it was rare for Xiao Wuyin to summon the Immortal Crane and Xiangyun, invited Ruizhao, sent someone to bathe and change clothes for him, and then led him to bow down to Mount Yingtai step by step according to the instructions of the ancestors of Mount Yingtai until he entered the Yuntai Palace. Li served tea as an apprentice, received the bronze medal engraved with his name and hung it on the head of the main hall of Mount Yingtai, indicating that he was the chief disciple of Mount Yingtai from then on.

At that time, he was also walking on this long and deep road, but Xiao Wuyin took pity on him, held his wrist with a red thread, supported his knees with the fairy wind, and helped him up the ten-mile-long steps. It's so blunt now.Xie Lingzheng was hungover and had another night of wind, his forehead was scorching hot, his eyes were half-closed, he could only see darkness in front of him, the road ahead was not a ray of light, but an endless hell, so he felt that this mountain would eat people, It was impossible to go, and suddenly struggled and shouted: "I won't go! I won't worship this mountain anymore! I want to go back!"

The two little boys were taken aback, and hurriedly said: "What's the matter, big brother? We're not worshiping the mountain, we're going to the Snow Bamboo Forest."

Xiao Wuyin stopped and looked back, only to see Xie Lingzheng blushing, muttering to himself: "I don't worship mountains, I go back to Xiejia Village, I don't practice immortality, I want to be a mortal, you let that crane Take me back with you."

These words made the two little boys tremble, and helplessly raised their heads to look at Xiao Wuyin, only to see that Immortal Yingtai's eyes were dark, and he was a little frightened and angry. He walked down the steps slowly, looking down at Xiao Wuyin. Xie Lingzheng said calmly, "Say it again."

Xie Lingzheng's eyes were dazed, and his voice was soft, he didn't know what he was talking about.

Seeing that his face was flushed, Xiao Wuyin stretched out his hand to touch his forehead, but felt it was hot, and was puzzled, but asked the little boy beside him: "What's wrong with him?"

The little boy hurriedly said: "Reporting to Xianjun, senior brother has a fever and is confused, so don't argue with him."

"Fever?" Xiao Wuyin frowned slightly.

The little boy faltered a little, seeming to hesitate to speak.

"Tell me." Xiao Wuyin said.

"Senior brother has taken out the fairy bones, and he is already a mortal body." The little boy replied tremblingly, "It is normal for a mortal to be born, grow old, get sick and die."

Immortal Lord Yingtai's complexion became more and more ugly, he stroked Xie Lingzheng's cheek again, the tentacles were so hot, he simply put one hand on his shoulder, and lifted him horizontally with his knees in the other hand, and told the two boys: "Stay away. Come on, I'll take him up."

Xiao Tong said yes and then bowed to leave. Xiao Wuyin looked at the person in his arms, and saw Xie Lingzheng buried his head in his chest subconsciously, sticking to him as if he couldn't see the light, his hair was piled up like weeds, At this point, it doesn't look too disgusting.

He remembered that many years ago he often hugged Xie Lingzheng, would call him "Zheng'er", and pampered him very much, but since the Yaotai Fairy Banquet, he has been strictly disciplined and punished at every turn, more than severe but not enough intimacy, which is even rarer Hugging, so this time hugging him, I feel that Tu'er is much longer than last time, but the weight is too light.

He thought to himself, when he got to Dexue Bamboo Forest, he wouldn't have to be so harsh on this child anymore.

Snow Bamboo Forest is quite close to Yuntai Hall, with mottled bamboo shadows and a quiet environment, and it does not snow every year. Because the bamboo body is green and lavender with tears stains on it, which looks like snowflakes, it is named Snow.

Among them is a clump of mother-of-pearl bamboo, which has grown for thousands of years. It is quite spiritual. It is more than [-] meters high. It is suitable for self-examination and self-examination, so this Tongtian bamboo has become a place for thinking about mistakes of Yingtai Xianmen.

Five years ago, after the Immortal Banquet in Yaotai, Xie Lingzheng lived on this Tongtian Bamboo for a few months, after Xiao Wuyin picked him up personally, he heard him jokingly say: "This Tongtian Bamboo is the only one on the entire Yingtai Mountain where you can see the clouds." In the place of Taidian, if I make any serious mistakes in the future, Master will imprison me inside and never let me down."

Immortal Yingtai only listened to it as a joke at the time, but at this moment, when he saw the bloodstains on Xie Lingzheng's hands and feet, he felt it glaring, and he couldn't help thinking, if he was locked in the Bamboo Bamboo House that day, he would be imprisoned for eternity and let him take a step forward. I can't leave, but that's okay.

Xie Lingzheng was awake.

He vaguely guessed that he had developed a fever after being drunk, but he never thought that when he woke up, he would see Xiao Wuyin sitting in front of his couch, with the back of his hand pressed against his forehead.

The back of Yingtai Xianjun's hand was as cold as his temper, but it made his face flustered with heat. He knew that his dirty thoughts about the person in front of him could not be eliminated, but he also knew that the two of them were already married. Walked into a dead end with no way out.

As soon as he looked at Xiao Wuyin, he felt that there were thousands of ghosts strangling his throat, and the red ghost on Yingtai Xianjun's forehead pierced his soul like a poisonous thorn. After smoking the fairy bones, it is hard to resist the evil of all ghosts, because the tragic death of his friend is always like acid rain, gnawing at his bone marrow.

Xie Lingzheng hurriedly averted his eyes.

Xiao Wuyin frowned slightly, and asked: "What?"

Xie Lingzheng struggled to sit up from the bed, bent over to worship, but was held down by Xiao Wuyin's shoulders, he had to bow his head and salute: "Xianjun."

Xiao Wuyin felt a little dissatisfied in her heart, but she didn't know where this dissatisfaction came from, so she could only withdraw her hand, softened her voice, and asked, "Is your body feeling better?"

"No problem." Xie Lingzheng's eyes still fell on the ground, "Thank you, Xianjun."

Immortal Yingtai stared at him for a moment, intending to find out what he was thinking, but his evasive eyes and dull face covered most of his emotions, as if a thin but tough film had been erected between the two.

Xiao Wuyin had never seen Xie Lingzheng like this before. In his memory, this big disciple was the only one who looked up at him with bright eyes when thousands of people bowed their heads—Xie Lingzheng would never hide anything in front of him, He is a wanton and magnanimous white paper, simple, clean, pure and clear, even when he is not smiling, there is always a smile on the corners of his peach-like eyes and brows, so brilliant that sometimes people feel out of place .

"What are you thinking?" Immortal Yingtai asked bluntly, "Why are you unhappy?"

Xie Lingzheng raised his head, and suddenly realized that he was not angry, but felt a little absurd. He finally understood vaguely that gods and mortals, or in other words, the fairy world and the secular world, are ultimately difficult to understand each other. In the body of a fairy, he is just a mortal who is bound by emotions and desires. He cannot pick off the moon from the sky, nor can he melt the snow on the top of Yingtai Mountain in midwinter.

So he smiled slightly: "Xianjun, Lingzheng is not unhappy."

Xiao Wuyin was dumb.

Tongtian Zhuju fell into a moment of silence, and in the end Immortal Yingtai was the first to speak: "I want to retreat for a while, and Bixiao will send you whatever you want. No one else can go near the Snow Bamboo Forest, and you can rest as well." The thought of going out is good for self-cultivation."

Xie Ling said yes.

Xiao Wuyin turned around and was about to leave, but felt a little uneasy in her heart, when she walked to the door, she turned her head hastily, and saw Xie Lingzheng got down from the couch at some point, prostrated himself on the ground, and kowtowed to him solemnly.

Xiao Wuyin frowned: "What are you doing?"

Xie Lingzheng didn't raise his head, but bowed his head and said: "Lingzheng was taken in by the immortal monarch since he was a child, and he has been taught and taught carefully for 20 years, but from the beginning to the end, he has been in the world, not only involved with ghosts, but also has delusions and plans for the immortal monarch Unbearable, it shames the master, and it is a failure to teach the fairy. The fairy gave Lingzheng a favor, and Lingzheng may not be able to repay it in this life, so I have to thank you again and again, and ask the fairy to accept it."

As he spoke, he bowed twice again, his eyes were a little red, and when he was about to kowtow again, Xiao Wuyin strode forward to stop his movement, and half dragged and half hugged him back to the bed.

He endured it again and again, and finally grabbed Xiao Wuyin's sleeve impatiently, handed over a white stone hidden in the sleeve, and said in a hoarse voice: "Xianjun, this is the relative of Yaoyao and their Shaoyu clan. Shi, I spent five years looking for a silver snow suit, which is now hidden in the rocky forest at the bottom of Yingtai Mountain. This relative-searching stone can lead people to find this dress. Xianjun's birthday is approaching, I...I can't go Please send someone to fetch it back."

He stretched out his hand to hand it over, but Xiao Wuyin didn't accept it.

Xie Lingzheng's heart sank a little bit.

Immortal Lord Yingtai pondered and said: "Your crimes have not been cleared, and I still have to deal with the Law Enforcer. It is very inconvenient to accept your gift at this time."

Xie Lingzheng pulled the corner of his mouth in a daze, and said in a low voice, "That's Lingzheng taking the liberty."

"Next time." Xiao Wuyin didn't feel regretful, just leaned over and tucked the quilt for his apprentice, "have a good rest." With a flick of his sleeves, Immortal Yingtai stepped onto the "Bixiao" Crane, drifted away.