One Sword Nine Ya

"Tonight and tonight, seeing this beautiful lady," the young master closed the painting fan, and continued to sigh: "The good luck of this life is no longer enough, and I have to pay for the next life in advance."

As he said that, he tapped the handle of the fan on the boy's head again: "You won't blink anymore, come back to your senses."

While speaking, the man had already walked in front of him.

It's snowy like a mountain, and the moon shines like clouds.

Chen Weichen thought, there is only one thing wrong, the eyes, the sword, the posture, the charm are full of coldness and sternness, it's a pity that such a beautiful and delicate appearance.

He smiled and said: "Thank you Xianjun for saving your life, I will not repay you in the next mortal body, I don't know..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"Bring it."

His voice was just like his own, like ice and frost, which made plum blossoms turn into snow at dusk——Chen Weichen's head was full of untimely romanticism, he only cared about his voice, and when he woke up, he realized that he didn't know what the "beautiful woman" said.

"I was in a trance for a while, and I couldn't hear clearly. Can Xianjun... say it again?" He said shyly.

Wen Hui on the side almost wanted to bury himself in the beach - he followed the young master, and lost many people, big and small. In his current situation, the embarrassment he lost was the biggest.

"Bring it." The man really said it again, seemingly displeased, his eyes rested on the warm white ball in Chen Weichen's hand.

When Wen Hui thought that in front of his son and beauty, he would obediently offer it with both hands, he saw that Chen Weichen changed his previous appearance, looking like a rascal.

"No," he said in a matter-of-fact tone, "I picked it up."

The man said coldly: "It belongs to me."

"I clearly saw that it came from the sea, and it was an ownerless thing."

"This thing is called Ji Mie Xiang," the man said to Chen Weichen, "If you stay close to it for a long time, your luck will be disturbed, you will be haunted by bad luck, and you will not die well."

"I'm sorry," Chen Weichen frowned slightly, and smiled casually: "I've been surrounded by bad luck since I was a child, it's not bad."

The man looked at him and frowned slightly: "You..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a black shadow flying towards Chen Weichen with a vicious aura.

Chen Weichen screamed and closed his eyes.

But he was not injured as expected, it was the man in white who blocked it with his scabbard, and the thing rolled on the ground a few times - it was a rather fat black cat, with its tail raised high towards Chen Weichen, and its hair frizzed. rise.

Chen Weichen: "..."

A voice came from a distance: "Qingyuan, Xie Qingyuan——what are you doing running so fast, I can't keep up!"

It seems to be calling the cat's name.

"Qingyuan——I'm blind to the name," Chen Weichen relied on the cold beauty beside him, the cat didn't dare to attack again, and commented on it: "Short legs, body, fat neck, not obvious, it should be called Heiyuan."

A man dressed as a Taoist priest in a silver-grey robe with a dust whisk came running stumbling from a distance, and when he came close, he saw the water and gave a "scared" sound.

"With a radius of ten miles, the sea water turns into ice, and this monster is very likely to be in the realm of the second heaven! The Xiaodao cannot be suppressed."

He saw a girl dressed as a villager at the side, and bowed respectfully: "Girl, I'm really sorry, this monster is beyond Xiaodao's ability to deal with, please tell the village chief, Xiaodao will go find a second-level master..."

——It turns out that this is the immortal elder summoned by the villagers using an ancient method.

"...Elder Immortal," the girl pointed to the beach, "Someone has already killed the monster."

Chen Weichen looked at the girl, the Taoist priest looked very young, delicate and pretty.

——Could it be a cat demon?He muttered, remembering the phrase "for brother".

The Taoist walked a few steps towards the seashore suspiciously, and said strangely, "Hey—why is there a sword intent in the ice?"

Looking up again, I saw three people under the ice and a cat.

The young Taoist froze when he saw the man in white.

Chen Weichen spread out his fan in a pretentious manner, watching the development of the situation while shaking it.

"Ye, yeh, yeh..."

The word "Ye" trembled for a long time, but there was nothing to say.

Chen Weichen touched the man's arm with his elbow without hesitation: "Hey, Xianjun, your surname is Ye—could it be the one in the legend..."

This scene seemed to have stimulated the Taoist priest, and he finally called out the man's name.

"Master Ye Jian!"

The man's expression remained unchanged, and he said indifferently: "Waiting for Lang Ran."

"Sword Master, you still remember me!" The Taoist priest was overjoyed, picked up the black cat from the ground and put it in his arms, stroking its fur a few times to calm down: "What are you doing here?"

"My lord," Wen Hui leaned closer and said dumbly, "I heard him say, wait for me."

"I heard it," the young master nodded, "I also heard Lord Ye Jian."

"My lord, it's over, the next life is not enough," Wen Hui patted his chest and said, "You have used up all the luck in the next eight lives tonight."

"The old cripple said, looking at my fate, I will die anyway after a year, but there is a fairy relationship at Canglangya tonight," the young master said, "Go back and tell my father, take the old lame home, eat and drink For a lifetime."

They were whispering and chirping, but the man in white then turned to Chen Weichen: "What do you want?"

Chen Weichen said: "Ye Jiuya, if you teach me how to cultivate immortals, I will give you the incense of Nirvana."

Ye Jiuya's eyes were like cold pools: "Do you know my name?"

"Of course," he smiled: "Your immortal family has one emperor, three emperors and fourteen princes. Besides that, there is also Ye Jiuya, who is known as the 'Lord of the Sword Pavilion, the Lord of Non-Emperors'. Everyone knows—what storyteller in the world can't tell your story?"

"Young master," the Taoist priest Xie Lang comforted Chen Weichen, looking at the black cat with a ferocious face, and said to him, "Forgive me, my sister is the most sensitive to luck. The Nirvana Fragrance is related to luck and wins it." Creation, even I dare not touch it, if you hold it in your hands, you will die sooner or later. It is better to hand it over to Ye Jianzhu as soon as possible."

Chen Weichen was still smiling, his eyes were sparkling, and there were all kinds of extravagant and romantic looks.

"This Taoist priest, I have already heard the words once." He said, "Why don't you come and calculate my luck yourself?"

Xie Lang asked for his birthday, looked him up and down a few times, then closed his eyes, and muttered, not knowing what he was thinking.

When he opened it he hesitated and said, "You..."

Chen Weichen smiled: "Me?"

Xie Lang shook his head complicatedly.

Chen Weichen's expression was still relaxed: "Since I was young, whenever I invite a fortune teller, there is only one result."

He held the JI Mie Xiang and shook it in front of Ye Jiuya: "Master Ye Jian, you take me to cultivate immortality, and it will be good for a year, and it won't harm you for too long. My surname is Chen, and my name is Wei Chen, 'Wei Kunlun, Miao Miao Mo dust' that mote. The fortune teller said that no matter what, I will not live to be twenty—I am nineteen this year, and I want to see the world before I die. After one year, I will return this thing to you, and I will never break my promise. "

The Taoist saw that he was not sad, so he changed his expression, scratched the ears of the black cat in his arms, and said with a smile: "You are very interesting, your time is approaching. If you are not at home, you can eat delicious food, warm and fragrant nephrite, very delicious." Going to take the coldest and bitterest road."

"Master Daoist, I'll tell you the truth." The young master closed the fan, the gilt pattern on the fan handle was extremely exquisite, it didn't look crude and vulgar, but added chic and elegant to him.

"Wealth and honor in the world are really meaningless. I have an elder brother and a younger sister. My parents don't need to support me, so I only have a little thought - since I was a child, I heard that Mr. Shu talked about gods, demons, and Buddhas, and I wanted to go to the fairy world to see it." " He played with the bright and bright Nirvana under the moon, adding a sly look to his brows and eyes: "Just as I was thinking about it, I delivered this thing to my hand by myself, and I met two characters who are only in the story. Well, it's time and fate, I have to be a vexatious rascal this time..."

Immortals and human beings are irrelevant to each other - this is absolutely true, but it is also absolutely true.

The disciples of the orthodox immortal sect believe in luck and respect the way of heaven. They only focus on killing demons and eliminating demons. They should not get involved in worldly affairs, especially not to harm the lives of ordinary people.

If Chen Weichen wanted to keep things for himself, there was nothing Ye Jiuya could do, unless he waited for his own death—but if this rascal passed it on to someone before he died, it would be another trouble.

"Meeting Xie Lang today is because you have a fairy fate," Ye Jiuya said lightly, "I practice swords, and I am not a person of the immortal way, so I cannot seduce you."

He looked at Xie Lang: "Lang Ran, I'm sorry."

Xie Lang rolled his eyes, and said with joy, "Making Lord Ye Jian owe me a favor is really a good thing I can't ask for. This Mr. Chen has a clear understanding of life and death, and he looks like he has roots of wisdom - really Not bad."

Wen Hui watched without blinking, and saw Xie Lang put down the cat, and put the five fingers of his right hand on Chen Weichen's forehead.

Chen Weichen's gaze suddenly became blank.

Xie Lang started to ask.

The questions at the beginning were all such as "what is emptiness", "what is shouyi", "what is shangrou", etc. The boy stood aside, thinking that he could understand and could answer some questions.Later, they added something like "Tao Shengfa" and "Softness is the Way of Hardness", and now I can't understand a single word.

But Xie Lang's finger seemed to have a different effect, whenever a question came to an end, his son would start to answer, almost without thinking.

Xie Lang didn't let go of his hand until he asked hundreds of questions, and Chen Weichen's eyes gradually became clearer.

He saw Xie Lang looking at himself with a strange look.

"Mr. Chen, I don't know if I should say something or not."

Wen Hui on the side had no choice but to put his hand on his forehead. Hearing this, he knew that his son's unique good luck tonight might be coming to an end.

Chen Weichen: "...please tell me."

"You have both the destiny of immortality and your roots, but you don't have the slightest root of wisdom and comprehension. You will never be able to prove the Tao in your life." Xie Lang frowned, looking at Ye Jiuya with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Master Ye Jian, what should you do?" What should I do?"