My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World

...Benefactor Wei?

Xueming was stunned, why did Wei Zhentu appear here?

He watched the national teacher who had the same appearance as Wei Zhentu walk up to the emperor, bowed slightly, and the emperor said nervously: "The national teacher is free of courtesy, get flattened."

Afterwards, the emperor said that he had something to discuss with the national teacher, and waved away the others, leaving only the two of them in the hall.

The emperor hastily stepped down from the platform, and dragged the national teacher to the Dragon Seat, "Why did you go there for so long?"

The national teacher smiled slightly, and calmly shared the throne with the emperor, "The barbarian country sent 40 troops this time, and they have the spies they arranged more than ten years ago as the internal response. It is a bit troublesome to deal with. Sorry for keeping you waiting for a long time. .”

The emperor shook his head, "Actually, it's already very fast, but I am very worried about you and miss you very much."

The national teacher had a half-smile, approached the emperor and asked softly, "How much do you think?"

The emperor blushed, "I really want to."

The national teacher kissed him, "I miss you too, especially."

The emperor paused slightly, and suddenly pushed the national teacher down on the dragon seat, and kissed the national teacher hard on the lips.

Soon, there was a low-pitched panting sound from the hall, and Xue Ming blushed at the obscene scene, covering his eyes and daring not to look again.

Suddenly, the sound of panting was replaced by a violent cough. Xue Ming was taken aback, and opened his fingers a little, and saw that the scene just now had changed—in the palace, the emperor with white hair was lying on his back on the dragon bed, his eyes were blue, Describe haggard.

"Ahem...I'm afraid it won't get better..." The emperor couldn't stop coughing, but struggled to sit up.

The national teacher hurried forward to support him, "Don't move."

The emperor leaned against him weakly, staring blankly at something with his no longer active eyes, and said slowly: "It's really unfair, I'm already so old, but you haven't changed at all..."

He slowly turned his head, and seriously looked at the face of the national teacher who was the same as when he was young, "If I can be like you, I can be with you forever."

The national teacher hugged him tightly, concealed the sadness in his eyes, and comforted him: "I said, my appearance is for you, of course we will be together forever, and when you reincarnate, I will still find you."

The emperor's eyes lit up, and his bony hands grabbed the robe of the national teacher, "We have agreed."

The national teacher gently kissed his eyes, pressed against his wrinkled face, and said softly: "It's agreed, I will find you for every lifetime."

At that moment, it was as if a collapsing rock fell into the lake of Xue Ming's soul, setting off a huge wave. He covered his head, feeling that the national teacher and the emperor were moving away from him.

The splendid palace gradually faded, and in a blink of an eye, he saw them again, but this time, it was two young children.

It was raining heavily, and the four or five-year-old child knelt on the hard stone slab, his body was already soaked.

The little boy's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and his voice was dry and hoarse, but the door he was looking forward to was never opened.

Suddenly, an umbrella covered his head, the little boy raised his head in a daze, his lips trembled, and he said in a trembling voice: "Cousin."

His expression was slightly confused, as if he didn't understand why the eight or nine-year-old boy in front of him wanted to talk to him, but he still said: "Cousin, you are weak, go back quickly."

Seeing that the young man was unmoved, he said again: "I offended my ancestors, so leave me alone, or you will be punished too."

The young man smiled softly, "Then it will be punished, let's go together."

After all, the young man lifted his robe and knelt down, and was with him in the rain, but the hand holding the umbrella for him never let go.

After that, the little boy fell ill, and when he woke up after sleeping for a few days, he found that someone had recovered his grievances for him, and the truth that no one else wanted to believe was finally revealed to the sky.

His ancestors, his parents, all knew that he was wronged and punished those who really made mistakes.

And all of this is because of his cousin helping him.

But the little boy didn't understand why this cousin, who was not close to him and had always been sick, suddenly treated him so well?

He asked his cousin later, and the cousin just smiled, "If I'm not nice to you, who else can I be nice to? If it wasn't for you, I would have died long ago."

The little boy couldn't understand, but those were not important, because with his cousin, he never suffered any wronged in his life since then.

Together they faced all kinds of crises lurking in the deep house compound, dealt with the court together, and called off their marriage together.

At dusk and under the moon, the quiet plum fragrance floats, without any dark ambiguity.

Today's little boy has long since grown up, and at this moment he is blushing and saying to the gentle young man in front of him: "Cousin, I, I like you."

After finishing speaking, he stared at the young man nervously, seeing that the other party showed astonishment first, then his eyes darkened, and his expression was very serious.

Just when he thought his cousin would not answer, and wanted to say something to relieve the embarrassment, he saw the other party suddenly smiled, "What a coincidence, I like you too."

"what?"

"I said, I like you."

Hearing the unfamiliar yet familiar voice, Xueming's heart beat fast, he felt surrounded by an indescribable warmth, which made him jump for joy, and bowed his head shyly like the young man who resembled him.

However, when he raised his head again, he saw Wei Daoyou passing through the golden ears of wheat in the field, walking towards him as if shining with light.

The other party said, "From now on, I will be your husband."

And in front of Wei Daoyou, there was still a little boy who was very similar to himself, standing barefoot in the mud at this time, raised his head and said blankly: "Sir?"

"Sir?" Xueming chewed these two words repeatedly in his heart. He watched the little boy become more and more sensible, wiser, and more mature under the guidance of this gentleman, and finally became a famous official of the generation.

And from the moment "Sir" appeared, the little boy was waiting for the most important person in his life.

There is no love between them, but there is a deep friendship, and they will accompany each other forever.

At this moment, no matter how stupid Xue Ming was, he still had guesses. He thought, maybe everything he saw was from his previous life.

In every previous life of his, he was accompanied by Taoist Wei.

Xue Ming suddenly had a sense of enlightenment—no wonder Wei Daoyou was so attached to him, so before he didn't know, they had gone through so much...

But the strange thing is, no matter what period of his life, he never called Xiaojiu, so who is the Xiaojiu that fellow Daoist Wei is talking about...?

Consciousness lasted for a lifetime, and his eyes suddenly turned red.

In a daze, Xue Ming saw a red-robed Taoist slashing his palm at him, and the severe pain in his body was as real as he had experienced it himself.

Who is the Taoist?Could this scene be his previous life?

Before he could think about it, the red-robed Taoist struck at the top of his head again...

"Boom—"

There was the sound of rocks exploding in his ears, which almost shattered his soul!

The billowing smoke and dust were mixed with countless pieces of flying blood, and he heard Wei Zhentu's voice——

"Ruan wine!!!"

At that moment, Xue Ming was unprecedentedly clear, regardless of past and present, everything became extremely clear——

Ruan Jiu is his name.

He is Ruan Jiu!

"what--"

Xue Ming screamed and lost consciousness again.

And in the main hall of Wanfo Temple, Wei Zhentu was hugging Xueming tightly, and said anxiously: "It's been four or five hours, why hasn't Xiaojiu woke up?"

Jing Yue was about to comfort him when suddenly he saw Xue Ming's eyelashes tremble slightly.

Seeing Jing Yue suddenly froze, Wei Zhentu lowered his head subconsciously, and saw Xue Ming slowly opened his eyes, the color of madness was gone from his eyes.

His whole body softened, and he felt that his panicked heart returned to its original position, "You..."

Wei Zhentu only said one word, but Xue Ming suddenly hugged him back, with such strength that he almost crushed his shoulders.

Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi only thought that Xue Ming was going crazy, and just about to stop them, they heard Xue Ming crying: "I remembered! I remembered it... Woohoo, I'm sorry, I forgot you!"

Wei Zhentu: "..."

Jing Yue: "..."

Qin Yanzhi: "..."

So, Ruan Jiu recovered his memory?

The three of them were happy, fearful and apprehensive, maybe they had hallucinations, or misunderstood something?

Wei Zhentu hesitated for a long time before asking cautiously, "Ruan Jiu?"

"Yeah!" Ruan Jiu let go of Wei Zhentu a little bit, looked at him shyly and said, "It's me, I've already remembered!"

Not only Ruan Jiu's life, but also the three lives he spent with Daoyou Wei.

Wei Zhentu: "Remember?"

Ruan Jiu nodded, a little embarrassed, "Sir, cousin, national teacher..."

Wei Zhentu: "..."

At this moment, Wei Zhentu's mood can be said to be very complicated. Ecstasy is inevitable, but there is also a bit of shame besides ecstasy.

He always thought that even if Ruan Jiu remembered one day, it would only be the life of the other party as Ruan Jiu. After all, Ruan Jiu in the other three lives were all mortals. He never expected...

If Lan Feng were to describe it, it would probably be similar to someone wearing a vest all year round to flirt, but suddenly one day the essence was stripped and the vest was exposed. What he said back then pretended to be an embarrassment like black history, right? ?

Wei Zhentu saw that both Jing Yue and Qin Yanzhi were puzzled, and the blue phoenix was poking his head at him, so he quickly covered Ruan Jiu's mouth, "We can talk about these things in private."

Ruan Jiu was taken aback, and nodded obediently.

After several people calmed down a little, Jing Yue asked, "Xiao Jiu, what happened just now?"

Ruan Jiu shook his head at first, but in an instant, he felt that there was something more in his consciousness, like a practice technique, or a kind of comprehension, although they were all vague, they really existed.

At the same time, he suddenly knew all the secrets in the Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple.

"It's incense." Ruan Jiu said, "There is something wrong with that stick of incense you cut off."

Jing Yue looked at the half-pillar of residual fragrance, and said, "It really is it."

Ruan Jiu: "Back when Shizhen became a Buddha, it was also baptized by the golden light of merit and virtue, and gave birth to a touch of spiritual consciousness."