Daoist, I am not fragrant!

For Zhong Tang, those memories are all kinds of his past, and also the beginning of his end.

On the Jinghuatai, after the white light of the evil star of Jidong Town passed, he tremblingly wanted to reach out his hand to wipe the blood overflowing from Li Bizhi's mouth, but his body was held tightly by Li Bizhi, and he couldn't even move.

He could only watch helplessly as the blood stained their blue robes and red clothes red, and spilled onto the broken jade and broken gold all over the floor.

But at this moment, Zhong Tang heard the muffled sound of chains, he subconsciously looked down, and in his last sight, he saw the chains bound around Li Bizhi's ankles, which were broken in a blink of an eye. as ashes—

And he was pulled back into memory once again.

"Senior brother, senior brother, come and find me!"

Zhong Tang is different from ordinary children, but within two or three years, he has grown into a boy slightly smaller than Li Bizhi.

In the dull and monotonous yellow sand of the desert, he always conjures up vermilion clothes similar to the begonia flowers for himself, sits on the begonia trees that have gradually grown into towering trees due to the nourishment of the evil, and hides in the tree that never falls all year round. In the bustling city, he happily called Li Bizhi.

However, Li Bizhi, who has always been indifferent to others, could not refuse him alone. Whether he was practicing swords or cultivating, as soon as he heard Zhong Tang's voice, he would immediately put down what he was doing, leap up the branch of the Tang tree, and fight with him Zhong Tang chased and frolicked among the flowers, and finally stretched out his hands to put the vermilion that fell with the flowers into his arms.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, the real person leaned on the sand dune, looked at his apprentice like that, always shook his head and laughed and cursed: "Stinky boy, you are worthless."

Because of Zhong Tang's special existence, the master and apprentice chose to accompany him to stay in the desert.

Although he had a premonition in his heart, Yuanchu still took Zhong Tang as his youngest disciple and asked him to practice the technique of Golden Crow Temple with Li Bizhi.

He intends to teach well, but in the eyes of this white and tender little apprentice, only his senior brother is the only one in his eyes.

"Brother, am I doing this right?"

"Brother, come and help me!"

"Brother, can you read the scriptures for me?"

At this time, Yuan Chu could only hold his arms helplessly, wanting to reprimand him not to let the little apprentice disturb his senior brother's practice, but every time he heard Zhong Tang call himself "Master" softly, he would say nothing. I can't even say it.

And so be it, the days to come will be long.

At that time, Yuanchu also vaguely noticed something, but the old man was old and big-hearted, and he was always fooled by his own saying "it's all fate".

Until one day, he found that he could no longer fool around——

Under the dark moon in the desert, Yuanchu Daoist saw the little apprentice standing beside his Tang tree with his head up. His senior brother jumped to the top of the tree and hung a string of jade beads that he got from a merchant in Xili.

The wind blew the little golden bell at the end of the jade bead, leaving behind a series of crisp sounds.

This was an extremely ordinary gadget, but it caused Zhong Tang to smile and bend his eyebrows, and flew into the arms of the senior brother who jumped down.

The moonlight illuminated the thousands of miles of desert beside them, and also illuminated the kiss between them.

Tsk, Daoist Yuan Chu pressed the Dao Sutra to his face silently, and then took a deep breath... he almost couldn't catch his breath.

The next day, Yuan Chu finally took advantage of the little apprentice dozing off, and dragged Li Bizhi to babble for a long time. Apart from those old father-like advice, he finally mentioned one more thing, which they had deliberately ignored for too long. thing.

Among Zhong Tang's woods, those Lishas absorbed.

Although in the past few years, those fierce spirits have only flowed in Zhong Tang's spiritual veins, and they seem to be very obedient.But every time when Yuan Chu checked, he could find that they were constantly accumulating, waiting for an opportunity.

Zhong Tang is doomed not to have a long lifespan, even the lifetime of an ordinary person is beyond his reach.

One day, his body might be swallowed by Lisha, or maybe before that, he would be detected by the six evil-suppressing stars and then wiped out.

Of course they want to find a way, but they have found nothing for so many years.

The most important thing is that just last night, after breaking the kiss between the two, Yuanchu Daoist made a rare hexagram, not asking about common people but about marriage.The conclusion I got was: "The heart is locked with cold iron, and the wood is burned with fire. Those who are destined will only last for thirteen years."

And these words, Yuan Chu also told Zhong Tang verbatim - after Li Bizhi introduced all the fierce and evil spirits into himself.

Zhong Tang stood in the long yellow sand like a bystander, watching himself fall from the tree into Li Bizhi's arms, and then Li Bizhi pierced his heart with his sword.

At that time, he was already able to sense the violent turbulence in his body, and vaguely guessed the whole story.

It's just that he thought that the senior brother wanted to give him a relief before Li Sha broke out - there was nothing wrong with that.

Li Sha from Huo Yu, after being suppressed for many years, finally spread out through that wound.

The sky darkened immediately, the wind and sand rose again and thunder fell again, and the six evil-suppressing stars were in the sky, showing an exceptionally dazzling light.

But the next moment, Li Bizhi pointed the blood-stained wooden sword at him again.

The same wound was a fusion of blood and blood, and the natural Daogen spirit veins with a desperate and righteous spirit suppressed Li Sha in an instant, surrounded and wrapped them, and escorted them to Li Bizhi's place. in vivo--

After an unknown amount of time, Zhong Tang woke up in the yellow sand. He looked at Li Bizhi, who was unconscious and covered in blood, but he couldn't even shed tears.

At this time, Yuanchu Daoist came to them, looked at the two little apprentices, and sighed silently.

"It's incomprehensible, but your senior brother is the spiritual vein of the Dao root. If you can cut off your emotions and cultivate the Dao, you may not be able to suppress it for a longer period of time."

And the heart-locking long shackles on Li Bizhi's feet were also tied on by Zhong Tang himself.

Emotional movement means braking, and locking evil means locking love.

Zhong Tang struggled, and after doing all this, he passed out again.

"So, why did I forget these things?" The desert disappeared, and the Tang tree also disappeared. Zhong Tang, who was like a bystander, only left a void in front of his eyes.

He turned slightly, looking at the phantom that appeared beside him at some point.

At the beginning of the Yuan Dynasty, it was rare for the Daoist to dress neatly in a golden crow Taoist robe, with his white hair tied in a purple gold crown, and he smiled slightly at Zhong Tang.

"Later, I woke up again." The old Taoist reached out and touched the little apprentice's head, and said in an old voice: "He said that the evil spirit on your body has been removed, so I will let you forget about those things and live an ordinary life." .”

"Is he really relieved?" Zhong Tang lowered his reddish eyes and said as if angry.

"Of course I don't worry about it," Yuan Chu smiled, and said slowly: "That brat, how could you let yourself mess around."

"Then he—"

"He put a person by your side."

Zhong Tang was taken aback for a moment, then murmured after a while, "It's Jiang Yufeng...no, it's Zhang Shunzi?"

Under Yuan Chu's gaze, Zhong Tang knew that he had guessed right, and then shook his head in disbelief: "But every time Zhang Shunzi sees senior brother...is he so good at acting..."

"That's not true," Yuan Chu recalled the last few years of his life, and said as if he felt very disappointed: "Every time I avoid contacting him by letter, your little guy probably just knows that someone spent money He paid a lot of money to let him take care of you, but he doesn't know who that person is."

Having said that, Zhong Tang didn't know whether to be angry or to laugh, he was silent for a moment, just quietly looking at the master whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

After several ups and downs in my mood, I still asked the question in my heart: "Master...does it have something to do with me?"

He vaguely and reluctantly skipped the few words in the middle.In his memory, although Yuanchu Daoist was sloppy, absurd, and sometimes confused, he was almost like a fairy.

It was really hard for him to imagine that Yuan Chu would die a few years after returning to Lin'an, unless... he was also killed by the fierce evil spirit on his body.

"No." Unexpectedly, Yuan Chu rejected his idea, and didn't even have the slightest intention of faking it to appease him.

He smiled easily and kindly, then patted Zhong Tang's head again: "Silly apprentice, no matter how powerful your master is, he is still only human."

"Everyone dies, not to mention... how old do you think I lived?"

Zhong Tang blinked his eyes, and heard Yuan Chu spit out a number lightly, and then his heart suddenly relaxed, as if there was something relieved.

"...That's really long." He murmured.

Yuanchu Daoist seemed to be amused by his words, but his figure became more and more indistinct, as if he was about to disappear.

But he was not in such a hurry, instead he pulled Zhong Tang and talked about a lot of trivial matters after his arrival, until finally he asked: "Then now, have you thought about what to do?"

Zhong Tang raised his eyes to look at him, as he did when he was a child, suddenly raised the corners of his lips, and nodded: "Think it over."

"Master is right, when a person is mortal...I think senior brother will do the same."

Real Yuan Chu seems to be nodding his head, but unfortunately his figure is too thin, Zhong Tang can't see clearly at all.

He blinked and tried to look over again, but what he saw was the endless desert.

Zhong Tang found himself lying on a crude carriage, the bumps under his body told him that he had returned to reality, and the person driving the carriage in front was Jiang Yufeng.

What is even more surprising is that, not far behind them, a sandstorm covering the sky, like thousands of grieving ghosts, is chasing after them——

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Memories are over~