monster study

"I remember the book said that the Taoist temple on Kunlun Mountain was only built in 1916." Lu Zhifei closed the book and asked, "The Kunlun Mountain you talk about is not the same as the Kunlun Mountain we modern people talk about, right? "

"Yes, what you are talking about is the Kunlun Mountains, which stretch for thousands of miles, but there is only one real fairy mountain. Whether you can reach it or not depends on your own chance."

Lu Zhifei paused and asked, "What happened between that Taoist priest and Nanying? Who is that Taoist priest?"

"Well, it's a long story." Shang Si leaned back in his chair and looked up at the bright lights on the ceiling.As if in the dazzling white light, I saw the white snow on the top of Kunlun Mountain, "That Taoist is called Yu Ya..."

Once upon a time there was a mountain, and there was a Taoist temple on the mountain, and there was a Taoist priest named Yu Ya in the Taoist temple.

At the age of 20, Yu Ya finished his studies and went down the mountain to practice in the world of mortals. He is dressed in a bright moon robe, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and also has the famous sword "Queci" in his hand. He is a well-deserved son of heaven.

When the sword comes out of Kunlun, what it cuts is the wind and snow all over the sky, and what it raises is the righteousness of the world.

In the short twelve years since Yu Ya entered the world, everyone in the world of monsters and monsters knows his name.However, 12 years later, the once famous "Folding Sword Immortal" Yu Ya disappeared without a trace, and no one knew about it.

Where did Yu Ya go?

Has he returned to Kunlun Mountain?

But where is Kunlun Mountain?

The years are long, hundreds of years have passed, the old man has passed away, and the books are not recorded. Does anyone remember the person who folded his sword in Penglai Pavilion and went away?

People who still remember, but they are no longer what they used to be.

When the fake Taoist priest who stopped Lu Zhifei to tell his fortune in a remote alley in Beijing came to the Kunlun Mountains thousands of miles away with his luggage on his back, found the Taoist temple in his memory, and then stopped to grab a cup of tea from the pool in front of the temple. When washing his face with water, he brushed away the messy hair covered in dust and snowflakes, saw his own reflection in the water, and suddenly stopped.

Where did that gorgeous Yu Ya go?

Who is Yu Ya?Who is he?

The Taoist staggered to his feet again, looking back at the majestic and continuous buildings, he felt that the hundreds of feet of high-rise buildings were stacked on top of each other like a huge collapsed cliff, and the whole world was vast and vast, and he was just a part of it. A grain of sand is terribly small.

He forcibly retracted his gaze, opened the package and ate some biscuits to recover his strength, and then continued walking.According to the route in memory, he will bypass the Taoist temple and go to the back mountain.

But when he was about to leave, he suddenly heard someone calling him from behind, "Yu Ya."

In the deserted Kunlun Mountains, where birds and beasts are extinct, where does the sound come from?What's more, the name "Yu Ya" was still called. The Taoist priest immediately pulled out a knife from his cuff, and turned around suddenly, "Who?!"

"It's me." The visitor frowned.

"You are..." The Taoist held the knife tightly, looking at the man who was climbing up the stairs and approaching him step by step.He suddenly remembered, his eyes widened, "Mr. Xing, you are Mr. Xing!"

"It's me." Xing Jun took a look at the Taoist priest's dusty attire, and frowned even deeper, but thinking of his situation at this time, his face softened a little, "Go wash up, and come back with me."

"Why should I go with you? What do you want to take me back for?" The Taoist took a step back vigilantly.

"Don't you know what I'm taking you back for?" Xing Jun still really didn't want to see Yu Ya in his heart, but when he thought of Nan Ying, he restrained himself, "Nan Ying's birthday is coming soon, you go back with me and celebrate his birthday with him .”

"Nanying..." Hearing this, the Taoist muttered the name, but there was a hint of bitterness in his eyes.He clenched his fist quietly, feeling an impulse in his heart to agree, but he suddenly caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the nearby pool from the corner of his eye.

Where is Xianjun going?

"I won't go." The Taoist shook his head and refused.

"Why?" Xingjun's face darkened suddenly.

"Don't you know?" The Taoist looked at Xingjun, and something seemed to be collapsing quickly in his eyes, like snow on Kunlun Mountain, sliding down, "Don't call me by that name, Yu Ya is dead! Dead I'm not him, I'm just a broken Taoist on a nameless hill!"

"You are obviously him, why don't you admit it?"

"I was born in 1987. I don't know how to control a sword or spells. I make a living by telling fortunes everywhere." The Taoist opened his hands, and the whimpering wind passed through the hole in his clothes, "Penglai Pavilion? ? Who is that? Do you think I look like that?"

A Taoist priest has no name, so he is called a Taoist priest.If someone rewards him, he is sometimes called a Daoist priest, but everyone is used to calling him "that Taoist priest".

What is the relationship between a Taoist priest and the former proud son of heaven?

"Don't come to me." The Taoist took a few steps back, holding the dagger tightly, with red eyes as determined as iron, "I'm not...not!"

"Then what are you doing here?" Xingjun folded his hands behind his back, not angry, "You chose to keep the memory of your previous life and suffer from reincarnation. Do you regret it now?"

"I didn't..." The Taoist staggered, looked back at the collapsed building, and said in a deep voice, "I will find medicine for him, but Yu Ya is dead, and he will never come back, never Not anymore……"

As the Taoist said, he suddenly rushed into the forest next to the Taoist temple with the package in his arms.

He seemed to be running away, running desperately, although he didn't know what he was running away from.

"So, what is the relationship between the Taoist priest who gave me the bookmark and the original Yu Ya?" Lu Zhifei, who came out of the library, was still discussing with Shang Si.

Shang Si put his hands in his pockets, and replied slowly: "Reincarnation, according to the time, it is the seventh life. When Yu Ya was seriously injured, Nan Ying took him back to Kunlun. You know that Nan Ying was originally from Jiangnan. A peach tree, in order to save the sword-folding fairy, insisted on taking root on the snowy mountain full of rocks, a few years later Yu Ya woke up, but Yu Ya who woke up practiced the way of ruthlessness."

"What happened later?" Although these were old things, Lu Zhifei couldn't help worrying about Nan Ying when he first heard it.

"Later... At that time, both Xingjun and I happened to be busy. For us, a few years passed by, so we only found out about Nanying's stay on Kunlun Mountain later. Xingjun rushed over as soon as he got the news, But it was too late. Nanying's root system was cut off, and his five senses were also frozen. Mr. Xing finally saved him, but the root was broken, and no matter how much he repaired it, it would not help. You have never seen Nanying's eyes, rotten What dead wood looks like, his eyes are like."

Lu Zhifei's heart was shaken, and he didn't speak for a long time.After a while, he asked again: "Where's Yu Ya?"

"He, although he survived, it was only at the end of his battle. At that time, King Xing was furious, and Yu Ya and Nanying never met again. He later knelt outside the tower and reached an agreement with King Xing. If he could find The medicine cured Nan Ying's illness, Xing Jun asked him to see Nan Ying. In exchange, he voluntarily fell into reincarnation, and in exchange for preserving his memory as Yu Ya, until he found the medicine."

Lu Zhifei was silent until he was about to go to class, Shang Si turned and went back to his study, he was still thinking about this incident in his mind.

He remembered the first time he saw a Taoist priest, but he still couldn't connect the fake Taoist priest who told fortune-tellers with the former Immortal Folding Sword.

What kind of suffering can the suffering of reincarnation change in the seventh world?Lu Zhifei was not sure.

What happened that year?Since Yu Ya is willing to fall into reincarnation for Nanying, why does he practice the way of ruthlessness?Lu Zhifei didn't know either.Now that Xingjun is out looking for someone, Lu Zhifei can only secretly hope that he will bring him back smoothly.

In the evening, Shang Si suddenly gave Lu Zhifei a food box, and asked Lu Zhifei to make something for Nan Ying to take there.

Lu Zhifei understood, "Does Master Xing have news?"

Shang Si didn't confirm it directly, "Go and talk to Nan Ying about the birthday first, and I'll talk about the rest after I meet Xing Jun."

"it is good."

Lu Zhifei couldn't enter Nanying's courtyard alone, so he brought Taibai and Taihe with him.Knowing that he was going to see brother Nanying, Taibai Taihei was extremely happy, and as soon as he reached the door, he slipped off Lu Zhifei's shoulder and ran into the house on short legs.

"Brother Nanying! We are coming to see you!"

The bead curtain rang softly, and Lu Zhifei who fell behind looked in through the swaying bead thread, and saw Nan Ying lying on the couch, wrapped in a thick fox fur cloak, huddled up, still very afraid of the cold .

But it's already May now.

Lu Zhifei walked in quickly, put down the food box, picked up the tongs and added some charcoal to the stove.

Only then did Nanying wake up faintly, her eyes covered with white cloth looked at Lu Zhifei, and smiled, "Zhifei is here, sit down quickly, it's already warm enough."

Of course Lu Zhifei wouldn't listen to him, and made sure the fire was burning hot enough before he went over and sat down on the edge.

Taking out snacks from the food box and putting them away one by one, Lu Zhifei said, "Shang Si asked me to tell you that this year he wants to celebrate your birthday with Xing Jun."

"Birthday?" Nan Ying was stunned for a moment, but then she couldn't laugh or cry, "I'm already hundreds of years old, what kind of birthday is it?"

"It's good that everyone is lively and lively. Besides, it doesn't matter whether we object to the decision of the two of them."

"Yes." Nanying smiled.

Taibai Taihei over there heard that it was going to be a birthday, but he was very happy.He ran over and raised his head and asked Lu Zhifei, "Lu Lu, Lu Lu, will there be sweet oil and fruit for birthday? Will there be cake? Will there be a lot of delicious food?"

"Yes." Nan Ying stretched out her finger and nodded the foreheads of the two little fat men, "Let Fourth Master buy it for you then."

"Long live!" Taibai Taihei cheered.

However, Lu Zhifei looked at Nanying, the worry lingering in his heart did not dissipate for a long time.And when he returned to his study and saw Shang Si, this worry finally turned into reality.

"Xingjun passed the letter to me, but the Taoist refused to come." Shang Si sat at the table and poured wine by himself, "So he came to ask my opinion, and then let me ask you."

"Ask me?" Lu Zhifei was surprised.

"He probably thinks what I say is fart, but you are a human being, and human beings can understand human thoughts better." Shang Si said, paused, and suddenly looked at the wine in the glass, a little dazed, "Xing Jun used to be not He’s someone who asks for other people’s opinions.”

Lu Zhifei couldn't help but think of Xing Jun when they first met, the way he spoke really made people want to hit him, but, "Since Xing Jun has already invited Yu Ya himself, why doesn't he come?"

Shang Siyi raised his head and drank the wine, "So, we need to talk."

At the same time, the mountains behind Kunlun.

The Taoist priest dragged the vines and walked carefully on the mountain path that could only accommodate one person.As long as he glanced down, he could see the deep and terrifying abyss below.

The cliffs are covered with white snow all the year round, and some exposed rocks are touched by Taoist priests, and the snow falls, revealing sword marks like ax carvings on the rocks.

He still couldn't help but glance down, the mountain wind was blowing, and he seemed to see a familiar figure falling down in a trance.

The man's eyebrows were stained with frost and snow, and his eyes were showing the lines of dead branches at a speed visible to the naked eye. Looking at him, his eyes were desperate and heartbroken.

"Nan Ying!"

The Taoist subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab it, but as soon as he let go, the sudden weightlessness pulled him back to reality in an instant.He hastily grabbed onto the vine and swung his whole body on the icy rock wall, but at least he didn't fall off.

The Taoist broke out in a cold sweat and didn't dare to look down again. An hour later, he finally arrived at his destination.

This is a cave on the cliff of an isolated mountain. The entrance of the cave is covered by countless dry vines and snow. The Taoist recognized this place at a glance, because these vines were piled up by himself decades ago.

He was also a Taoist in his previous life.

It's like an endless loop, he never knows if there will be a day when it will end, and he even begins to wonder, who is he?

If he is Yu Ya, why should he panic and fear?

If he wasn't Yu Ya, why did he have those memories?

The Taoist took a deep breath, pushed aside the snow and vines, took out the flashlight in the package, and walked into the cave.

This is where the story begins and ends, and he's back.

The light of the flashlight moved slowly, along the rocks on the ground, and moved to the top of a white jade platform in the cave.In the pitch-black cave, this only beam of light illuminates the dead bones on the white jade platform.

The Taoist held the flashlight tightly. Although he had seen it many times and saw it again, he still couldn't hide the turmoil in his heart.Look, Yu Ya is here, he is dead, isn't he?

The light of the flashlight moved to the side again, and there were other bones among the messy rocks.

One, two, three, four, five, no more, no less, it's all here.

"Pa-ta." The flashlight fell from the Taoist priest's hand, and the Taoist knelt down on the ground, looking at the rocks and bones all over the ground, as well as the sword marks deeply carved on the cave wall, feeling powerless and hesitant.

Suddenly, his hand touched something, and when he picked it up, he found that it was a severed dead tree root.

He stared blankly, watching, tears suddenly came down.

It was all real, the memories in his mind were all real.