I am romantic

Wu Hu San Tai Ye and Hu San Tai Nai

The fox galloped under the moonlight, as fast as a trailing afterimage.The snow-white fur on half of his body has been stained red with blood, and now it has become a dry brown, and new blood is still oozing from the wound while running.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the fox finally stopped as if exhausted, panting heavily, and the body of the unconscious man on his back rose and fell with its panting, but never slipped.

"Running two thousand miles in one go, Qiye is exhausted!" the fox stuck out his tongue and said, "I haven't caught up with him yet, so I probably won't catch up anymore, right? It's just a dryad's inner alchemy, so it's not rare Things..." It babbled to comfort itself, turned to look at the unconscious man on its back, and a burst of sadness came from it: "Without that nine-turn bead, this guy is just like a broken flower and plant, and it looks like it's dying. , what can I do! Papa Sang originally said he could last for seven days, but now it seems that he can’t survive for three days... Could it be that I, the great Immortal of the Hu family, can’t even keep a mortal?”

The Hu family... The Hu family!The fox breathed out from his nose, and ground his teeth vigorously: If it really doesn't work, he can only beg his grandpa and grandpa with a shy face.The two elders are well-known ancestors among the immortals of the family. They have lived for an unknown number of years and have seen countless strange things. Maybe there is a solution?It's just...it frowns again, oblivious to how weird and ridiculous it is for a fox face to make such a human-like expression.

"Oh, I really don't want to go back!" the fox lamented, flicked his long white fluffy tail, and continued to run northward under the moonlight.

The vast Bohai Bay is shrouded in mist, and an isolated island is looming in the vastness, like Yingzhou Penglai.

A solitary boat was tossing in the waves, and a green windproof lantern was hung on the bamboo pole at the head of the boat, which reflected a green spirit on the handsome face of the white-clothed scholar who was rowing, making him look beautiful and bewitching, not like a person.The red stains on the white clothes exuded a sad smell of blood.

Looking back at the paper-faced young man lying in the cabin, he whispered to himself softly: "We're here, we'll be there soon. If you can't even do anything about grandpa and grandma... Qiye will burn you with his own hands, How do you feel about using the ashes to make a magic weapon and take you to revenge?"

Feng Shiyu lay silently, as if he had lost all his breath.

The small boat gradually disappeared in the mist, and even the little green light disappeared.At the same time, in a natural cave facing south on the isolated island, a pair of octogenarians sitting cross-legged on a stone couch opened their eyes in unison.

Whether it is an old man or an old woman, they all have a decayed appearance with thin hair, sunken eyes, sunken cheeks, and sunken lips. The wrinkles on the face are folded and folded, and they can hardly hang on. down.

"Ho ho," the old woman said in a high-pitched voice, "Little Qi'er is back. Old man, did you hear that?"

"I'm not deaf, old lady." The old man replied with a hoarse voice, "I'm back, and I brought a living dead with me, which is interesting."

"What does it mean? It's just that one foot is stuck at the gate of hell. If you want to enter or retreat, my old lady is anxious to see it."

"Damn old lady, why are you in a hurry. It's Xiao Qi'er who is in a hurry, how about he can run back so recklessly?"

While talking, Hu Changqing carried a young man on his shoulders into the cave, first put the man on the ground, glanced up and down with his narrow and sly eyes, and knelt down with a plop, using the standard 24 Xiao Xiao walked a few steps on his knees, hugged the legs and feet of the two elders, and cried in a low voice: "Oh, my dear grandpa and grandma, I really want to kill my grandson—"

"Listen, it's like singing." Grandpa Hu took a long pipe from the side, and knocked the pot on the sole of his shoe, "Sing, keep singing, Grandpa hasn't heard your tender voice for a long time."

Grandma Hu San shook her head: "It's been so many years, this little temper hasn't changed at all."

Hu Changqing stopped crying immediately, and flatteringly lit a cigarette for Mr. Hu, "Grandfather, grandson, I am trying to make you happy."

Mr. Hu San was smoking his pipe and said, "I really want the old man to be happy, so I can return the treasure I stole."

"Biliguo? I returned it to you!" Hu Changqing looked aggrieved, "I still have night phosphor powder and hanging gold leaf, I'll just use them for fun, just to get addicted..."

"Fart!" Grandpa Hu San snorted heavily, "You little thief, can you still spit out the fat you ate? Don't mention anything else, just return the Wu Yundou, it's your grandma's dowry!"

"Wuyundou, Wuyundou..." Hu Changqing was a little panicked, and shouted in a blink of an eye, "It was snatched away!"

"What?" Mrs. Hu frowned, "Someone dares to snatch things from my Hu family!"

"Listen to him talking nonsense," Third Master Hu squinted at his old eyes, "The bad water in his stomach can flood a hundred miles around, and who else can snatch food from his mouth?"

Hu Changqing said with a mournful face: "It was really robbed. It was a long-haired Taoist priest who looked so young, but other Taoist priests called him Shizu. He saw that the old leather pouch I was hanging around my waist was a treasure, so he was so cold. At that time, I was talking to the mortal who enshrined me, and I didn't pay attention... Besides, the Taoist priest was so powerful that he beat the man to death with one palm. If he hadn't offered me to be the guardian of the family, I would If you can still use some strength to help him recover half of his soul, he would have died a long time ago."

Hu Santai sucked her mouth and turned her nose, and said angrily: "Stealing my treasure and hurting my disciple, this is a slap in the face of my Hu family! What kind of bull-nosed faction dares to be so majestic!"

Mr. Hu San asked without changing his face: "What kind of Taoist priest? What kind of robe is he wearing? What kind of crown is he wearing? What is his name? What kind of magic weapon is he using?"

"Grandpa, you can't trust your grandson!" Hu Changqing looked distraught, buried his face in Hu Santai's lap and cried, "Wuuu, grandma..."

Third Grandma Hu helplessly patted his head: "Okay, just go back to what Grandfather said, tell the truth clearly, and I will believe you naturally."

Hu Changqing raised his head and said without hesitation: "He is a male Taoist priest in a white linen robe, without a crown, his hair grows to his waist, his eyes are a little purple, and he looks...more beautiful than the second sister. I don't know the name of the dharma, just listen to it The other Taoist priests call him Shizu. By the way, those Taoist priests wear black robes with silver moons and mountains embroidered on the hem."

Mr. Hu San seemed to take a deep breath, "Shengyue Peak, Tianxin sect... Could it be that after 200 years, that Han came out of the mountain again."

"I remember that some people said that he was dead, and some people said that he had ascended, so it was just a closed door?" Hu Santai said milkyly, "Hu, Huang, Changmang and the four clans have no grudges against him in the past, and they have no enmity in recent days. Didn't he take a member of the Mang family by his side?" Junior? Why do you want to snatch the treasures of the Hu family, is it true that you really want to tear your face with us and other family immortals?"

Mr. Hu San felt suspicious: "It's not that simple, I'm afraid there is something else hidden."

"Extremely extremly!" Hu Changqing said, "There must be another secret, maybe there is some conspiracy against the family immortal. But I really don't know, this mortal—" He pointed at Feng Shiyu on the ground, " I have some friendship with the long insect next to the Taoist priest, I guess I know some of the secrets, why don't you ask the grandpa and grandma to rescue him and ask?"

Mrs. Hu shook her head and said: "How can it be so easy to save! One of his three souls has gone, and three of his seven souls have gone. If you don't find the missing soul, it will be even more difficult to rescue him."

"It's a difficult problem for others, but my grandpa and grandma lead the family immortals and have profound Taoism. It must be a mere mortal life, but it can't trouble the two elders." Hu Changqing buried his face in Hu Santai's lap and rubbed it: "Grandma, just help me Help me, anyway, he is also a disciple who enshrines the Hu family. If he is killed by a stinky Taoist priest, my Hu family will lose face... Too bad, my grandson swears that he will never be mischievous or enterprising, just promise me !"

Mrs. Hu was so entangled by him that she kicked Mrs. Hu with the toe of her embroidered shoe: "Damn old man, you can figure it out."

Mr. Hu San twitched a goatee under his chin, pondered for a while, and reluctantly said: "Let me check him first, and see if there is anything else we can think about." Shi Yu floated up out of thin air and floated in front of her.From the top door to the heel, Third Master Hu touched it inch by inch, the creases on his face were wrinkled, and his expression could hardly be seen clearly.

"Interesting, interesting..." he murmured.

Just saying it's interesting is useless, but whether it can be saved or not!Hu Changqing was secretly worried.

"This doll is really interesting." Mr. Hu turned to his wife and said, "Damn old lady, come and touch it."

I don't know if it was caused by the light from the night pearl on the top of the cave, but at this moment Hu Changqing's face looked as green as a handful of rapeseed.

After Mrs. Hu touched it slowly, he couldn't help but ask, "What's going on?"

"He is not him, but he is him again. It's really interesting." Mr. Hu San was still thinking about it.

Hu Changqing resisted the urge to growl, swallowed his breath and said, "Old Ancestor, don't play charades! Can you save him or not?"

"It stands to reason that people cannot be saved." Mr. Hu San changed his subject, "But he is different from ordinary people... Even if he is saved, it may not be him who comes back to life."

"Not necessarily the person? What do you mean?" Hu Changqing asked in surprise.

Mrs. Hu and Mrs. Hu looked at each other, and said with a smile that was not a smile: "Oh, you didn't see it? It seems that you should really practice the Hu family's magic... What's the name of this doll?"

"His name is Feng Shiyu, the seal of the seal, the master of the heavenly master, the rain of the rain—it may not be the person who came back alive, what does it mean?" Hu Changqing couldn't help asking again.

"Although the spells are poor, the spirituality is still a little bit." Mr. Hu said a smoke ring leisurely at him, "Since you have said the 'seal of the seal', why can't you see through it? His whole body together with this surname , are all born with a seal?"

Hu Changqing was shocked: "Seal? Seal what?"

"Bloodline." Mr. Hu San said, "Jiuli's bloodline."

"He... isn't he a mortal?"

"Of course they are mortals. But with the passage of thousands of years, who among mortals in the world will remember that they have the blood of witches from ancient times? Who remembers that the emperor Fuxi, the emperor Nuwa, and the emperor Shennong were all born in Jiuli? The emperor of heaven, Dijun, The sun god Xihe also came from Jiuli? Who remembers that Jiuli's people and gods are mixed, and they can't be square? Now Jiuli's blood has been worn away by time, and mortals are just life-and-death mayflies, but they are not as good as Our monster race—”

"Hmm!" Mrs. Hu interrupted dissatisfiedly, "What monster race! We are the fairy family, big fairy!"

"Yes, we are Immortal Hu," Mr. Hu San immediately changed his words, "It is not comparable to those mortals who have forgotten their ancestors. But this doll is very interesting. The blood of the Shi family, one of the Jiuli tribes, is condensed in its body. Its thickness can be described as It is rare in a thousand years, but he was sealed by a force when he was just born. Fearing that his power would be insufficient, the sealer simply took "Feng" as his surname and suppressed his real surname and blood, making him no different from ordinary people in appearance. If not In this way, how could his remaining two souls and four souls be so weak, unable to support even the most basic vitality."

At this moment, Hu Changqing was speechless due to being too shocked, and suddenly remembered the last words left in his mind by the residual consciousness in Sang Yao's inner alchemy: "Save... him... unseal..." At the beginning I feel that the words are vague and inexplicable, but if you look at it, it is a hidden mystery.

Could it be that the person who sealed it back then was Papa Sang?

That's not right, Father Sang is only a mere 800-year-old tree demon. He must have been ordered by Han Zhenzi to protect his reincarnated soul until his disciples took away the powerful soul.Even if Papa Sang deliberately concealed the true blood of the reincarnated body, how could he hide the truth from Han Zhenzi, who is half a step into the flying fairy?

She was sealed right out of her mother's womb... Could it be that the sealer is Shi Yu's relative?I'm afraid that the tree will be beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it, rather make him disappear in the crowd?

The more Hu Changqing thought about it, the more complicated it became, and even his head ached. He shook his head and asked again: "What does the lord mean, you can help him unlock the seal? What happens after it is unlocked?"

"The power of the Great Witch of Jiuli will gradually recover, and his remaining soul will grow rapidly. At that time, he will not need to retrieve the lost soul, but he will be able to maintain his vitality. But if a person's soul is incomplete, it is not in accordance with the law of heaven. It will change day by day, becoming more and more cruel, cruel, and violent, and finally lose its sanity and become mad like a wild beast."

Hu Changqing hissed, "If he becomes like that, he won't be the Feng Shiyu I know! I still want the original Feng Shiyu... Then getting back the lost soul, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

Mr. Hu San nodded: "Not bad."

Hu Changqing slapped his thigh violently, accidentally pulling the wound on his shoulder, baring his teeth and said: "Then do this! Please help me, grandpa and grandma, to release the seal in his body." After saying that, he bent down and walked upright. Great gift.

Grandma Hu San sighed and said, "Little Qier, grandma still remembers how squeamish and narrow-minded you were when you were young, and you would complain everywhere if you rubbed off a lock of hair, and muttered for days. But from the time you came in until now, you You didn't even mention your own injury. You have grown up a lot after suffering outside all these years... If you really want to save this person, the grandpa and grandpa will help you, but after this matter is over, you can You have to go back to the cave and devote yourself to cultivating, don't be mischievous and fall into the name of Immortal Hu."

Hu Changqing gritted his teeth and kowtowed: "Grandson must correct his evil ways and return to the righteous, devote himself to cultivation, and stop fooling around."

"Okay, then grandpa and grandma will sacrifice hundreds of years of cultivation to unblock him."

Grandma Hu Santai opened her mouth and spit out an inner alchemy with a black glow, which was the size of an adult's fist, hovering at the bottom of Feng Shiyu's feet.Mr. Hu San didn't seem to be very willing, but he didn't want to disobey the two of them, so he also spit out an inner alchemy that scattered white light, scorching like a morning star, and floated above Feng Shiyu's Tianling Gai.

The two rays of light, one black and one white, seem to be drawn by an invisible force, slowly approaching each other, as if night and day meet, as if decline and rebirth reincarnate, as if the prehistoric and the end of the world are changing, and finally collide in a vast and silent way!Hu Changqing only felt a loud ringing in his ears, and suddenly the sky and the earth were dark, and everything was lost, only a gray, eternal chaos...

I don't know how long it took, the chaos gradually separated, the clear sun rose, the turbid shade sank, the yin and yang of heaven and earth seemed to return to their positions, and the surrounding scenery returned to Hu Changqing's eyes - Feng Shiyu lay quietly on the ground, although he was still not awake , but his face was much rosier, he no longer looked like a dead person, life sprouted between his brows, and the skin exposed outside his clothes was as clear as jade, as if there was a flow of energy, and his figure became taller and stronger.On the other hand, Mrs. Hu and Mrs. Hu's shriveled bodies became more rickety, like two sun-dried walnuts, which would roll out lightly when the wind blows.

"Grandfather! Too grandpa!" Hu Changqing choked with heartache and cried out.

"Silly boy, why are you crying? You'll come back after a few hundred years of cultivation." Mrs. Hu patted his head, her thin voice was a little hoarse, "Your grandfather and I will be raised for a while, You can handle the rest by yourself."

Mr. Hu San added: "Don't forget to take back your grandma's dark cloud bag!"

Hu Changqing kowtowed several times, and when he raised his face, the two elders were gone, but he heard the young man on the floor exhale slowly and opened his eyes.

"...I seem to have had a long and strange dream." He said dryly.

"Dream what?"

"A white fox, a boa constrictor, Papa Sang, and my parents. I remember some things, but I'm in a daze. Is it real or a dream..."

Hu Changqing hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you still remember your name?"

"...Shi, Yu. My surname is Shi and my name is Yu." He sat up, his eyes gradually became clear and sharp, "I am a descendant of Jiuli."

Rising Moon Peak.

The white light of the teleportation circle in the Ice Land flashed, and Han Zhenzi's figure appeared in the center of the Yanjian Hall.

Since waking up, he has spent at least three hours a day in closed-door training next to the ice crystal pillar on the top of the tower, absorbing the power of extreme cold, so as to curb the collapse of his physical body.And as the effect weakens, the time of retreat has to increase day by day. If this continues, how is it different from the previous 200 years of ice?

If you don't have your own cauldron, how can you cultivate Taoism and become an immortal!The incomplete two souls and four souls were stuck in his throat, which made him restless, and there was always a feeling of emptiness in his heart, and he couldn't even concentrate on the cultivation that had always been intoxicated.

I need a soul!Even if it's just an ordinary soul with a low cultivation level... If the quality is not good, then make up for it with quantity!A cold light flashed in Han Zhenzi's eyes, and he clenched his fists tightly, feeling pain as if his fingertips were shattered.The moment he let go, he had made up his mind, and his drooping eyelids covered up the sharper crimson in his pupils.

Stepping out of the palace gate, seeing Mang Tianlong standing with his hands behind his back in front of the white jade railing in the corridor, as if looking at the distant peak, Han Zhenzi walked to his side. "Tianlong, ring the big bell at the top of the peak and order all the disciples of the Tianxin Sect to gather here." He pointed to the wide square paved with stone slabs in front of the hall, and raised his voice: "Tell them that if you don't arrive within half an hour, you will be punished for betrayal." Discuss the division!"

Mang Tianlong quickly put away his dignified and slightly confused expression, turned his head and asked, "What are you going to call all the disciples for?"

Han Zhenzi's long hair was blown up by the mountain wind passing through the corridor, as if a heap of black waves had slapped on the sackcloth, making his face so pale that it was almost illusory. "Raise soldiers for a thousand days, and use them for a while." He replied unmoved, "Their magic power, cultivation base, and longevity are all thanks to me. Now, it's time to return them."

Mang Tianlong was silent for a moment, until Han Zhenzi raised his eyebrows impatiently, then turned into a cloud of blue wind and flew away.

Not long after, a deep and deep bell sounded from the top of Shengyue Peak, as if layers of waves were roaring and rolling away in all directions.

The bell rang eighteen times.As the end sounded, the expressions of the disciples in the mountain gate changed drastically, and they subconsciously put down what they were doing, and walked out of the houses, forests, training grounds, and retreats one after another, and hurried to the Patriarch Hall.The disciples who went out also received the sound transmission, and rushed back to the teacher's gate without hesitation, seeing sword lights passing by in the air from time to time.

On the bluestone square in front of the Patriarch Hall, more and more people gathered, neatly lined up in an array according to seniority, and more than 1000 people had gathered in half an hour.

These disciples were of different ages and dressed in different ways, but they all stood quietly behind their respective masters, not daring to make any noise.Even their masters, the elders who usually call the wind and rain in the sect, are holding their breath and waiting solemnly.

The Zhenshan Bell at the top of Shengyue Peak has never sounded more than twelve since 210.Obviously, these eighteen bells have extraordinary meaning to the entire sect, above anyone or anything.

When Han Zhenzi appeared on the high steps of the palace gate in a white linen Taoist robe with hair and feet, more than a thousand people in the field bowed down and said loudly: "Welcome master to leave the customs! Before the disciple is called Come and take orders." The voice vibrated through the sky.

Although Han Zhenzi woke up a few days ago, he has not left the hall, and Baishi and the other four were reduced to ashes, so no one in the whole sect knew the inside story.This time, seeing the master who had been retreating for more than 200 years and was almost no longer in the human world suddenly came out of the retreat, his appearance did not change at all, which surprised and delighted the old generation of disciples, and repeatedly kowtowed and called Master Wan'an.But the newly promoted disciples had only knelt down to worship their ancestors in the portraits. Now that they are looking at the real face, they have the feeling of seeing a god among gods, and their whole body trembles with excitement.

"Get up. During the three years of my retreat in 210, Quan Laier and others have worked hard to maintain and strengthen the sect."

Han Zhenzi scanned the audience with a smile, and with a pleasant sentence, everyone in the teaching field was emotional again, and many people burst into tears.

Only Mang Tianlong, who was standing by the steps, could clearly see Han Zhenzi's eyes at this time - condescending, indifferent, but full of some kind of uncontrollable frenzy, cold and violent eyes like the wind in the extreme sky.

He suddenly discovered that the person in front of him was actually a stranger—even though he had the same appearance, the same body, and the same mana, he was completely different from the person he remembered that he had been with for 400 years day and night.Can the soul of reincarnation IV, the incomplete soul, really completely change a person's nature?If the soul is completed, can it be changed back to the original temperament?Mang Tianlong couldn't help frowning, lost in thought.

Han Zhenzi didn't care about Mang Tianlong's expression.In other words, he no longer cares about any personnel and affairs other than the target, and only looks at the crowds off the field with a feeling of relief: "Your loyalty to the master depends on everything!" In my eyes, now is the time when people are urgently needed, are you willing to dedicate yourself?"

The disciples in the field stared blankly at each other, and then many people shouted: "Even though the master orders, all the disciples will obey!" "The disciple is willing to dedicate himself to the master!" "But the master is in trouble? Don't worry, I will die!"

Han Zhenzi smiled brightly, and his eyebrows became more and more picturesque and divine. "That's it, thank you all for your fulfillment." He said in a gentle voice, and then he raised his right hand, and a small golden sword flew out of his cuff, and there seemed to be the sound of a phoenix as it swirled in the air.

The phoenix comes out of the Dan cave, and the eight winds sing.The ubiquitous wind that blows through the mountains, like a conscripted soldier, becomes sharper than a sword in the blink of an eye, condenses into invisible wind blades, blasts out from the most densely populated place, and cuts at will. Defenseless body.The rain of blood hit the boulder like a waterfall, splashing with great force.

The incident happened suddenly without any warning, none of the people in the field expected that the master would kill them, and for a moment they watched the blood and flesh splatter, but they couldn't react at all.After a few breaths of shock, exclamation and screams erupted suddenly, mixed with the sound of chanting incantations, magic weapons and wind blades colliding.The crowd fled in all directions instinctively, but bumped into a circle of transparent barriers at the edge of the square, and was bounced back hard.

A huge magic circle emerged from the bluestone ground, fully covering the entire square. The complex and paradoxical lines were soaked in blood, and a scarlet light flowed.As the blood continuously seeped into it, the magic circle began to slowly operate.

"Why? Master, are you crazy?!" One of Han Zhenzi's direct disciples, the elder Chongyi dragged his bloody right leg, while trying to break through the wall with his sword, he roared to the sky, "These are all your disciples! This is the Taoist sect you created! Why did you destroy it!"

Han Zhenzi hangs in the air with his clothes fluttering, looking at the bloody rain under his feet with a calm expression, turning a deaf ear to all sounds.

At this moment, the low-level disciples had already died in the dense wind blades, and less than half of them survived.The speed of the magic circle gradually increased from slow to fast, and everyone felt that the blood and mana in their bodies were sucked up by the curse patterns under their feet, and they almost couldn't stand still.Han Zhenzi's realm and mana are oppressive, just like the sea is to the streams and rivers, they are completely unable to compete.

What made them even more frightened and desperate was that the semi-circular transparent barrier was rapidly compressing towards the center of the square, and a huge pressure in the air crushed their limbs and bones, causing their bones to rattle in their flesh and blood. A moan of about to break.Finally, someone couldn't bear the pressure, and blew himself up to death with a loud cry, and bodies exploded one after another...

Dots of shimmering lights of various colors, like fireflies flying leisurely on a summer night, pass through the transparent barrier and come together from the outstretched palm of Chaohan Makoto.This scene is as fantastic and quiet as a fairyland, but it is wrapped with an extremely cruel truth - it is the spiritual light of living things, which is pulled away by the magic circle at the moment when the body's vitality is cut off, and it is forcibly torn away from the way of reincarnation.

—Thousands of the most vivid human souls.

Han Zhenzi slowly closed his palm, and when he opened it again, countless faint lights were compressed into a more solid and bright yellow light cluster.Smiling dissatisfied, he pushed the ball of light in between his brows, and said with a sigh, "Juehun."

The barrier gradually disappeared, and the entire square was filled with blood, like hell.The souls of more than a thousand people finally condensed into a soul orb, which can replace Juehun among the three souls. Han Zhenzi thinks it is barely usable.

Feeling that his soul has been enriched a bit, he was in a good mood, landed on the steps of the palace gate, and said to Mang Tianlong who had been watching coldly: "I still have one soul and four souls."

Mang Tianlong said with a blank face: "That Chongyi, I remember it was the abandoned baby you brought back. For that kid who was crying all day long, you stayed up all night and cooked rice porridge for him with your own hands. He pissed all over me , was almost eaten by me in a fit of anger, for which you kicked me off the cliff—do you still remember?"

Han Zhenzi tilted his head and thought for a while, and replied: "I have a vague impression. If you still want to eat now, I won't stop you—there are more below."

Mang Tianlong bit his teeth hard, turned and left.