Tiansheng 15 years

"You are exactly the same as him. But he is not as cold as you. He loves to laugh, cares about people, and has a good relationship with the nuns." Yuan Congwang escaped from his memory and stared at the man who was exactly the same as his memory. He said, "The first time I saw you, I thought you were his reincarnation." The exact same face made it hard for him not to think about it.

Feng Nie looked at him silently, her god-like face was covered with a layer of piercing frost, making Yuan Congwang, who had seen countless people, unable to see through the mind of the young man in front of him at this moment.

You are not him!Yuan Congwang sighed silently in his heart.

Feng Nie slowly said in Yuan Congwang's disappointed eyes, "Reincarnation? Where is my uncle and grandpa buried? I want to go and see him."

Yuan Congwang said: "In Hongfeng Forest, a small town at the foot of Hongli Mountain." It was the cemetery that Shen Huaxuan had chosen long ago. He had chosen the burial place behind him before he was alive, just to have a family to live in after death.

The autumn night is full of frost, and the red maple is pretending to be in the sky.

Shen Huaxuan loves the red maple in autumn, and only wishes to be accompanied by the red maple after death.He and Zhongji buried Shen Huaxuan in the red maple forest, hoping that in the next life he would be born in the harvest autumn and live a happy life.

Feng Nie repeated in a murmur: "Hongli Mountain." His eyes turned to the direction of Hongli Mountain. He couldn't see the cultivators of Hongli Mountain through the crowd, but he just looked in that direction, his eyes blurred empty.

"Yes." Yuan Congwang said: "If you want to worship your uncle and grandpa, where can you go?"

"Thank you Congwang for your advice."

Yuan Congwang sighed: "You have an inseparable blood relationship with him, and you look exactly like him. And your uncle and grandpa were friends when we were young. When I see you, I think of him."

Shen Huaxuan when he was young was always the most beautiful color of his vitality. Even after these years, he still remembered Shen Huaxuan's every frown and smile in that inn, innocent and kind but far-sighted.Such a contradictory person was deeply imprinted in his mind, and instead of fading away with the passage of time, it made him more profound as time passed.

Feng Nie asked slowly: "He, what kind of person is Shen Huaxuan?"

"It's very good-looking and has a good heart." Yuan Congwang closed his eyes, and slowly sketched in his heart the appearance of the boy he remembered. "Although he is not a cultivator, he is very smart, and he can always get out of a dangerous situation by accident." When he said this, he smiled slightly, as if all the pure goodness and beauty in the world were added to himself .

Are you really talking about Shen Huaxuan?Feng Nie said: "It seems that he is a good man." There was a bit of sarcasm in his tone.

When Yuan Congwang heard it, he smiled sadly and said, "He is a good man, so he will not die a good life." Living in a world that does not belong to him, and dying in depression, this is what they friends do not want to see, but Shen Hua Xuan refused to go with them, so they had nothing to do but worry about exhorting them.

So I am not a good person.Feng Nie said: "Why, was he killed by someone?"

Yuan Congwang shook his head and said, "No, he is dying, but he has been wandering around a mountain for many years, and no one talks to him or eats with him." Then at the end of his life, he sent a message asking Zhongji to collect his body for burial.

There was heavy snow, covering the whole field, the sky and the earth were the same color, and there was no sound everywhere.He must have been very unwilling to die in such a pure white world.

Feng Nie asked suspiciously: "Why? Has someone imprisoned him?"

Yuan Congwang said: "No. He was just imprisoned by love, and he did it voluntarily." Friends who voluntarily went to him felt distressed and unwilling for him.

"Love? Who does he love?"

"Sun Liang Sun Rongmao of Hongli Mountain." Yuan Congwang sneered when he said the name, "That is the real Rongmao now." Li Zhongxiang, the jewel in the palm of the ancestor of Lishan Guancanghai.

Husband and wife are loving and harmonious.Seeing all this in their eyes, they are incomparably ironic.

As friends, we have not forgotten him, but Sun Rongmao, who is the closest pillow, is newlywed and intimate with his wife.How do they accept all this willingly, how do they accept it? !

Feng Nie suddenly realized: "It turns out to be like this. No wonder Master Zhongxiang had such a complicated expression when he saw me in Yanyu Pavilion of Songhua two days ago, so it's like this!"

Yuan Congwang said, "Li Zhongxiang? Is she hostile to you?"

Feng Nie shook her head and said: "That's not true. Her eyes lighted up when she saw me, and then she became sad again." This was beyond his expectation, but it became clear after careful consideration.

Li Zhongxiang was born in a fairy family, his father was Yuanying Patriarch, and his mother was Jindan Daoist. She was raised by Jin Jiaoyugui since she was a child, so naturally she didn't have any dark thoughts in her heart.

Yuan Congwang said: "You look exactly like him. She feels a little uncomfortable when she sees you. Just in case, if you can't meet her, don't meet her."

Feng Nie nodded, and said: "It just so happens that I have no intention of joining Hongli Mountain's sect. I think the world is so big, so I won't be so unlucky to meet Master Zhongxiang and the others."

"Afeng, don't you really think about our Tianyuxue?" Qiu Xiyue, who hadn't interrupted the conversation until now, finally found a gap to speak. He held Zhang Jun's face, pretending to be melancholy.

Yuan Congwang has always liked this nephew. Seeing him like this, he raised his hand and tapped Qiu Xiyue's forehead, and praised half-truthfully, "You have finally done something real for Xianmen at this age."

Qiu Xiyue clutched her forehead and cried out with a headache, and said tearfully, "Master, it hurts so much!"

Yuan Congwang said: "Come on, uncle doesn't know you yet, you squeamish child." As he said this, he fondled Qiu Xiyue's hair with his hands and asked, "Does it really hurt?"

Qiu Xiyue said softly: "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt." She was as innocent as a child.

Feng Nie looked up at the bottom of the stone platform, where dozens of casual practitioners from the ring meeting gathered, each standing independently, not knowing what they were doing.

The light wind sound of 'Hoo' appeared beside him with a brilliant golden luster, and with a wave of his hand, the content of the communication talisman was clear as soon as the spiritual power was broken.

Qiu Xiyue asked with concern: "Ah Feng, what's wrong?"

"The list is out, and the people below are already assembled." Feng Nie said to them, "In that case, I'll go down first, and see you in the evening." Standing up, he bowed to them, walked out of the stone steps of Tianyuxue, and descended to the stone platform At the bottom, I listened to the words of the real people of Hongli Mountain with fellow practitioners of casual cultivation.

The process of the ring meeting has reached the last three steps, which are the announcement of the quota for entering the relics, the award of prizes for participating in the ring meeting, and the evening banquet.And all three are optional.But since the casual cultivators came to participate in the ring meeting and came to this step, they naturally would not give up the opportunity they finally got. Therefore, after listening to the real Honglishan, no one spoke or left.

"Please sit here for a while. After reading the list, the prizes will be awarded. The dinner will be held at Tianxia Yipin Building in Shangyi City. I hope you will all be there then!"

Feng Nie asked coldly, "Can I skip the dinner?"

The real person from Honglishan froze for a moment, and replied: "It is possible."

"Thank you, Master, for your answer." Feng Nie thanked the Master of Honglishan indifferently, and then retreated to the back of the crowd, keeping a certain distance from the casual cultivators but still being able to hear their voices.

"Everyone still has questions, if not, please stay here for a while."

Feng Nie found a place far away from casual cultivators and sat down on a step, tearing a tender green bamboo leaf with his fingertips, playing with it carefully, for fear that his strength would be too strong and he would lose his toy early.

The jingle bells are worn around the ring, and the light ringing of the bronze bells as they move interweaves a movement of mid-spring.The light blue dress is as elegant and agile as running water, and the dark blue cloak held in the arms is decorated with round golden pearls the size of a thumb with stars as patterns, and the brilliance shines through the eyes every step of the way.Daoist Zhongji from Hongli Mountain moved to the side of the young man who was like a god descending into the world like a blue lotus, and sat down as soft and boneless as a beautiful snake, stretched out his slender jade fingers, and said softly: "Do you see my new nails look good?"

Feng Nie gave her a strange look, and replied honestly: "It looks good."

Slender fingers, as white as onion tips, compared with the fingertips dyed red by impatiens, one white and one red, are extraordinarily seductive and beautiful.

Master Zhongji praised: "A good boy who can talk."

You have such low requirements for a good boy!Feng Nie lifted the bamboo leaves at his fingertips casually, but his eyes were firmly following the piece of greenery blowing in the wind. He asked casually, "Why does Master Zhongji want me?"

Master Zhongji said: "I can't find you if I have nothing to do, you are so beautiful, I want to see you more, can't I?"

Feng Nie said coldly: "No."

Master Zhongji laughed and said, "Children can't count when they speak."

Feng Nie said: "Compared to a real person, he is indeed a child." Alluding to that Zhongji real person is already old.

The real person Zhongji's smile twisted for a moment, she stretched her fingers, and said in a sinister way: "Boy, do you know how the word 'seeking death' is written?"

Feng Nie said: "I know. But I also know that Master Zhongji will not kill me. On the contrary, you will keep me safe as much as possible."

"Why?" Master Zhongji looked at him with his face propped up.

Feng Nie nodded her cheeks, and said: "Because of this face, because I have a blood relationship with him, and of course, because I still have a little bit of strength to be admired by you."

Master Zhongji laughed and said, "It seems that Yuan Congwang told you a lot! It's really annoying!"

Feng Nie said: "I have seen the real person say that you are his friends, so the blood relatives who treat friends will take care of them if they are pleasing to the eye." What's more, this face is exactly the same as his, whether it is looking for comfort or empathy, With a face related to blood, his revenge for Shen Huaxuan could be successful, not to mention that they hated that person more than him, and wanted that person to die even more.

Master Zhongji raised his hand to touch his cheek, and praised: "Smart boy, you have the demeanor of your uncle and grandpa. I hope you will be luckier than him and live a better life."

Feng Nie said: "Thank you, Daoist Zhongji, for your blessing. But, you really came here just to say these things, isn't there anything else?"

Master Zhongji said: "Of course there is! But now I'm in a bad mood, so I don't want to talk about it." She patted Feng Nie's shoulder with a smile, and said: "I'm starting to read, listen carefully, and see if you are the last one .”

The last thing that came to mind, basically defaulted to being the well-deserved No. 1 in this ring meeting. Not to mention the generous prizes, it was still a character that the Xianmen family was eager to recruit.

"If I'm not, then your reputation of Honglishan will be gone."

"It's not good to be so confident."

"Really? I don't think so."