[Heavenly Officials Bless Shuangxuan Tongren] Li Tao

The surrounding fog blew away like it was blown away.Only then did He Xuan realize that they had returned to the beginning.There are mottled buildings and deserted villages in front of you, and ten miles of peach blossoms in full bloom behind you.

The young man dressed in white stood among the coquettish and strange flowers, smiling heartlessly at him.

"What's the matter, Lord Fengshi? Don't you always like this Mobei ghost wine?"

The black-clothed wind master who was called was tense and took a step back without leaving a trace.

—Yes, he noticed.

What the man held was the flowers he had soaked in the vase of the Ghost Mansion, and the flowers he had stuck on his head.He Xuan drank enough of the wine it brewed, and naturally recognized the familiar ghostly aura above it.

...Why didn't he find out?

There are countless clues left by vernacular immortals.Compared with Huacheng, the suspicion of the person in front of him is much greater, but he would rather take a long way and try his best to think about the suspiciousness of Huacheng.

Perhaps, it wasn't that he didn't notice it, but he just didn't want to believe it.

— because he was his "friend."

"When did we get back?" he asked quietly.

Shi Qingxuan said with a grin, "I've come back a long time ago, this land is very small. I've been taking you around in the thick fog, you don't know."

"Are you the real vernacular fairy?" He Xuandao put his fingers on the windshield fan on his waist, "What did you do to His Royal Highness and Brother Ming? What is your purpose?"

But the man in white said, "Don't worry! They're doing well, they're just sleeping now, and Huacheng will take care of them. As for my purpose—" He took a step forward, "It's just you from beginning to end."

He Xuandao, "Me?"

He carefully observed the man's face, a pair of peach blossom eyes, a little cinnabar mole, white face and red lips, the corners of the eyes are slightly hooked, and the corners of the lips are smiling, just like Shi Qingxuan's usual appearance.It's just that he seemed to have torn off some disguise, and there was a bit of coldness and gloom in that smile for no reason.Compared with seeing Tonglu Mountain a hundred years ago, it is a bit more shockingly beautiful.

He Xuandao, "What did you do to Qing Xuan?"

The man in white laughed as if he had heard something funny, "He Xuan, from the beginning to the end, the Vernacular True Immortal is Shi Qingxuan. Shi Qingxuan is the Vernacular True Immortal. Ever since you—that is, Shopkeeper He—ascended From now on, Vernacular True Immortal and Shi Qingxuan will become one!"

"That's right, it's you!" He looked at He Xuan's stunned face and said, "Shopkeeper He. Do you remember? It was also here that day, and you gave wine to someone—"

A corner of the memory moved slightly.He Xuan had a terrible headache, as if something that had been covered up for a long time was about to come out.

What was blown away by that gust of wind was also the dense fog in his own memory.

Yes, yes.

It was also here that day, this place.Taohuazhuang, this building - it was called "Qingjiutai" at that time - he just got the secret recipe, made a big business, and was in a good mood.Then, he noticed the young man in white who everyone was afraid to avoid.The man had a handsome face, but his figure was weak and haggard, and his eyes were full of hope and envy when he looked at him.So he felt pity in his heart, and gave him the half-drunk jug of peach wine, and said to him, drink it for you!

"That pot of wine...is really delicious." Shi Qingxuan said, "I heard that you took the secret recipe back and changed it into Hejia wine. From then on, you will make a lot of money every day, make steady progress, and finally rise to the top."

"He Xuan, your 'Emperor's Laughter' has never beaten my 'Golden Wind Dew'!" Shi Qingxuan laughed out loud, the laughter was so desolate that it hurt He Xuan's eardrums.

On that day, two people with the same horoscope and the same name met here.After reuniting by chance, their respective destinies have been different from each other since then.

He Xuan has been promoted all the way to the rank of immortals; Shi Qingxuan has fallen steadily and eventually became the king of ghosts.Just like the sky and the earth, the difference between cloud and mud.

One is pure and kind, and the other is deep in the mud. Even though they have similar temperaments and ages, two completely different fates have created two completely different lives.

He Xuandao, "Didn't your brother want to change your life?"

"You really know." Shi Qingxuan said without any surprise.

"That person...is me?"

"good."

He fiddled with the fan on his waist, and said softly, "You come to the wine table, the vernacular god is afraid of your fate, but he hasn't shown up for a few days. The elder brother noticed you, said that you have the appearance of ascension, and changed yours." Life... can be done once and for all."

"But the method of life-changing he obtained was not complete. The elder brother set up the formation that day, but he failed to change his life. He suffered backlash and lost his cultivation base. He had to go back to the Immortal Mansion to cultivate."

He Xuan is the chosen son of heaven, with strong luck.Shi Wudu wanted to take his life, but was backlashed by that domineering godhead.This matter can only be said to be the way of heaven, and there is a cause and effect in the dark.

But what about Shi Qingxuan?

"As for me, I was cursed by the vernacular true fairy day and night, so I had to drink hard to stabilize my mind in order to compete with it."

Although he didn't say it clearly, his elder brother, who had always been protecting him, was seriously injured and comatose, and his last ray of hope was shattered. Curse...how on earth did he survive?

Rely on that jug of mellow wine?Relying on that arrogance?

"That's why I told you that I have never been drunk." Shi Qingxuan whispered, "I have never been drunk again since I turned into a ghost."

According to the rumors, the evil god drank until he didn't know what day or night it was, until he collapsed on the wine table and was so drunk that he couldn't wake up.The ghosts transformed in this way will naturally not get drunk again.

An innocent [-]-year-old boy who lost his dear ones and was tortured and scolded by everyone, how did he not collapse under the constant curse of the evil spirits? At that time, only Shi Qingxuan knew about the changes in his mood.

"You devoured it?" He Xuan said.

"Well." Shi Qingxuan said lightly, "The mortal body is weak after all. I defeated it, but I didn't fall asleep for many days and was exhausted. After this drunk, I never woke up again."

"I was obsessed and fell into the ghost way, but I had no face to see my brother, so I had to practice alone. Until I entered Tonglushan and met Huacheng."

He suddenly showed a strange smile, which made He Xuan feel cold.

"—Then, Huacheng told me that it turns out that ghosts can also ascend."

Indeed, according to folklore, Xueyu Tanhua was once a soaring immortal.Ridiculous, but not without trace.He Xuan couldn't help but said, "If a ghost wants to become a fairy, it must either have chance or merit..."

Shi Qingxuan said, "I solved the evil vernacular true fairy in Taohuazhuang for Mr. Fengshi, and saved the lives of dozens of families. Is it a great merit?"

He Xuan was startled, and said, "Absurd!"

But Shi Qingxuan's gaze is bound to be won, and there is no sign of a joke at all.After a while, he shook his head, and said exhaustedly, "...So that's what you planned."

The bright eyes of the [-]-year-old boy who was once spotless and exhilarated with a pot of flower wine were stained with a layer of dark mist.Like a bright pearl covered in dust, people can no longer bear it or see through it.

He Xuan stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar handsome face in front of him, and said slowly, "Everyone has his own destiny, and your elder brother changed his destiny against the sky, so he will naturally suffer retribution, and the backlash... is also to blame. There is nothing wrong with being a ghost king, Why do you always want to ascend?"

Shi Qingxuan smiled coldly.He threw the broken peach blossom branch under his feet, and said sharply, "I just hate your sanctimonious appearance!"

"Just now you were condemning others for 'self-willing to degenerate', and now you are hypocritically saying, 'There is nothing wrong with being a ghost'? He Xuan, do you believe this?"

"I didn't say you..."

"Hypocritical! Extremely hypocritical." Shi Qingxuan interrupted him with hatred, "You gods are like this. While saying that I am your best friend, I can do anything for my friend. At the same time, I always think about your heavenly dogma , If there is anything, I am thinking about that Mingyi. The best fate will be used to save Lang Qianqiu. Help Xie Lian to block the knife, but you are the only one who refuses to believe me!"

"Is it because I'm a ghost?...Because I'm a ghost, a bad luck god...ha, so, you hate me, fear me, hate me...but I'm not willing to be a ghost!" he roared , the surrounding court was overturned, and He Xuan felt his anger pounce on his face like a sharp knife.

"Even my brother...even my brother...are protecting you, saying that people and ghosts have different ways."

He smiled sadly, "Do you think my brother hates you? ——He didn't let me go to heaven, he was obviously afraid that I would touch you!"

He Xuan was stunned, recalling that day when Shi Wudu whispered in his ears very low and fast, "Stay away from my brother", and his angry look when he saw the two together, even A little earlier, Ban Yueguan's sentence "Don't be like that blood raining flowers"... Suddenly, looking at the sullen and angry face in front of him, he couldn't say anything.

After Shi Qingxuan said, his eyes were red again. "How can you win my brother's favor? I'm his own younger brother, but...even if I show my face in front of him or make a conversation with my real face, I will make him angry and be driven away..."

"He treats you so well. The Mid-Autumn Festival gave you a hundred thousand merits to draw the curtain for you, and you still don't let me touch your godhead. If I get a little closer to you, he will rush over to have a look... just because of you... just because of you It's a wind master, even if you don't see eye to eye with him, and you are against him everywhere... But, you are better than me! Because... I am a ghost! Gods and ghosts are destined to be different."

"He Xuan, what did you say with certainty about 'repaying virtue with grievances', but relying on one's own fate, who is better than me? Could it be that you have become a ghost, and you can still be as glorious as you are now?" Shi Qingxuan With a sneer, "I have been lurking in the heaven for a hundred years, and I have seen so many bad faces. How are they better than me? How many lives are in Pei Su's hands, and Pei Ming's protection is so powerful, and Lingwen harms his colleagues, why can they be superior? , I deserve to be trampled into the mud, what 'falling into a ghost'... how do you know I have a choice?"

"So, are you going to change your fate against the sky?" He Xuan said slowly, his mouth full of bitterness.

"Yes! 'My fate is up to me'! That's really good. So I made up my mind early on that I must be a fairy." Ghost King said in a deep voice.

"These years, I have been lurking in the heavens. I originally wanted to find a suitable candidate. At first, I didn't want to touch you, because you are stubborn, powerful, and love the people and work hard. It will be troublesome to move. But later Huacheng told Me, if I want to ascend, I can’t keep you. It doesn’t matter if you are demoted or fallen, no matter what, you must leave me the seat of the wind master. And I found that with your temperament, it is easier to be baited ..."

"At the half-moon pass, I wanted to attack you, but you are so lucky that you took my army instead." Shi Qingxuan said angrily——wanted to bring down He Xuan, but was drunk by He Xuan, It was simply his big failure.However, because of this, he gained He Xuan's trust by accident.

"So, I can only do what I can. I will go undercover by your side and be your 'friend'. Only in this way can I take away your mana and cut your luck under the cover of the vernacular real fairy. His Royal Highness and the others can also witness, If anything happens to you, it will all be done by the vernacular immortal. In the future, it will never be blamed on me, and I will be greatly credited."

"It's really... well thought out." After hearing him finish speaking, He Xuan couldn't help clapping his hands in admiration.Such a big game of chess, lurking in the heaven for a hundred years without teaching people to find out, and usually pretending to be cute and charming, is really admirable.Compared with the grumpy and undisguised Shi Wudu who is so forbearing and concealed, he doesn't look like a brother of the same child.

"So, is Huacheng's internal response actually you?"

"That's right." Shi Qingxuan said, "The priest of Shenwu Temple is my avatar. That day in the ghost market, it was just a show for you. Only in this way can you gain your trust and get into the heaven. Only then can we set up a bureau in your Immortal Mansion, and be able to... lure you down."

He Xuan looked at him without saying a word. After a while, he said in a gentle voice, "I have another question."

Shi Qingxuan seemed to know what he was going to ask. After a moment of silence, he suddenly showed a pure and somewhat indifferent smile.

"—You mean, the eternal lamp? Or the ghost city dungeon?"

He only paused for a moment, then snorted and said, "That's naturally what I planned too. A scene of friendship with Jinlan, a touching trick, can gain your trust, why not do it? Besides, Huacheng and I have colluded, so naturally they gave me the antidote! Why do you need to rush down to help me cure the poison? Saint, saint, you know, good people don’t live long, and evil people live for thousands of years!”

He Xuan smiled and said, "...Really."

His body shook violently, but he didn't say anything after all.After a long time, I just sighed, "You don't have to."

"As long as you call me, I will naturally... come to your Liufeng Ghost Mansion by myself. Why do you..."

"—You are here again."

Shi Qingxuan walked a few steps impatiently with his hands behind his back, stood still, and sneered, "Don't you forget to use your true feelings to impress me now, saint? It's really hypocrisy!" Thinking of the ghost market that day, this person suddenly With a swearing look, the ghost king became more and more evil.

"If I want you to give me the seat of your wind master, will you be willing?" He snapped, "If you don't want to, don't pretend to be cold and warm here. What if you come to my ghost house? Ask me to drink ?” He saw that the other party was trembling slightly because of what he said, and he felt more and more happy in his chest.

"You all know my true face, why are you still playing a good show of Guan Bao's friendship here. It's disgusting..."

——"I will."

Suddenly, He Xuan said in a voice even louder than him.

"Didn't I owe you a life in the ghost gambling house that day? - I will give it to you."

Shi Qingxuan was frightened by his sudden increase in voice, and didn't realize what he said for a moment.

After a while, he said, "What?"

"I said, I owe you a fortune." He Xuan said calmly.

Strangely enough, when he learned the truth, he didn't feel angry at being deceived at all.Looking at Shi Qingxuan who was full of excitement, he only felt in his heart that it turned out that this is his true face.

Yes, Shi Qingxuan always seems to use a disguise to cover himself tightly.From the fierceness and sternness at the first sight in Tonglu Mountain, to the hidden knife in Banyueguan's smile, the childlike heart in the ghost market, to the sweet smile in the heavenly court, until today's cruel and ruthless appearance, each one seems to be his shell, and each one is his own. They are all real Shi Qingxuan.What is true?What is false?He Xuan couldn't tell.

There was no anger in his heart, only overflowing sadness.Because of the misfortune he suffered, because of his obsession for many years, because of his hatred, because of the past, because of his being blinded by the common sayings of the world...

Also—those friendships that used to exchange cups and heart-to-heart friendships were all my own wishful thinking.

Shi Qingxuan said, "Ha! I told you a long time ago that I want to rely on my fate to ascend by myself. Besides, you don't care about your own life. If you gamble casually like a Chinese cabbage, you still expect I miss your..."

He Xuan just repeated, "If you want my god position, I will give it to you."

Shi Qingxuan finally calmed down, his face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

He Xuan didn't answer.

——He still vaguely remembers the two drinking together at night in the ghost mansion, Shi Qingxuan's flushed and tearful face and steaming words.But the originally impressive memory is also a little fuzzy at this time.He couldn't remember clearly - Shi Qingxuan said that he had never been drunk, was the gaffe that day drunk, was it true or false?

There are so many lies that he can't even tell the truth from the fake.This friendship based on lies is like the moon in the water in the mirror, even if you can tell the truth from the false, what's the point?

"We were good friends. You gave me so many gifts, but I didn't return them." He Xuan said calmly, "I'll just give my friend...a farewell gift. You can't see anything else. Now, after thinking about it, this is the only shot I sent."

He pinched a decision in his hand, and put two fingers on his forehead.

——"Blessings from the heavenly officials, there are no taboos. The imperial generals will protect you, and nothing will be lost."

This is not a psychic gesture.A bright white light dragged out with his fingers, wobbly floating in the air, and then quickly floated towards Shi Qingxuan's forehead.

Shi Qingxuan was startled, and seemed to want to hide, but the thing was too fast, and it got into his head directly, leaving him no room for reaction.

"——A gift of luck. Tian Bao Ding Er, in order not to prosper, as constant as the moon, as rising as the sun. I only hope that my friend Qing Xuansong will be born in Yuejiang, and be prosperous and peaceful."

Immediately afterwards, the second white light also shot out from He Xuan's fingertips, and went straight into the center of Shi Qingxuan's eyebrows.

"——Second gift of luck to the earth. God's condolences, Yier Duofu, like mountains like Gao, like hills like hills. I only hope that my friend Qingxuan will be auspicious in the event of death, and all evils will not invade."

"—Three gifts of luck to people, the king is called Bu'er, and the life is rich and prosperous, like the top of Nanshan Mountain, which will never collapse, like the luxuriance of pines and cypresses, everything will be inherited. May my friend Qingxuan prosper and reunite his family .”

Three white beams of light disappeared between Shi Qingxuan's eyebrows, and his cinnabar seemed to become more red.This time, he became a ghost king in a daze. He stood there, touched his forehead blankly, and said in a daze, "What did you give me?"

He Xuan finally showed a shallow smile.His face looked a little pale, but he still smiled and said, "I give you my luck."

"…………"

"……What did you say?"

"Luck of heaven, luck of earth, and luck of people. I have three lucks in one body, which is a rare and good fate in the three realms. Since you want it, I will give it to you today. One is for your kindness to block the fire, two I will bestow the virtue of peach blossom wine for you, and the friendship of lighting an everlasting lamp for you."

Shi Qingxuan finally came back to his senses and said anxiously, "Wait...!"

He Xuandao, "Qingxuan, if this is the case, our grievances should be wiped out. I don't blame you for lying to me. You have my luck, and you have great merit. It is not difficult to ascend to immortality. "

He took one last look at his friend who seemed to be in disbelief—no, this person was no longer his friend.

"Before you said that if you are lucky and your life goes well, you can stand high like a god; if I lose my godhead and fall into the ghost way, I will be full of hatred for the world." He said softly, "Even if I explain , you don’t believe and don’t listen; in this case, I will let you get your wish, and see if what you believe is true.”

"From now on, I won't be a wind master, I won't be a fortune teller, and I won't see you again. From now on, the world will be vast, and there will be no future." He spread out the precious fan in his hand, "Ghost King Liufeng—let's say goodbye! "

He Xuan just lost his luck three times, as if a piece of his soul had been gouged out, his face was pale and crumbling at the moment.But he didn't want to show his timidity in front of Shi Qingxuan, he just showed a barely visible smile, and a strong wind blew up, he rose into the sky, controlled the wind, and went away from the high platform and the peach forest.

Therefore, he didn't see that Shi Qingxuan's face was even paler than his, and only a little cinnabar red in the center of his brow was dazzling.He tightly grasped the Liufeng ghost fan in his hand, almost digging into his flesh, looking at the direction where he disappeared, trembling all over.

When He Xuan's figure was no longer visible, he frowned tightly, knelt down on the ground as if in extreme pain, and vomited a big mouthful of blood with a "wow".