Let me count your fate!

The mountain eighty miles away from the Qiubai clan is called Menghuan Mountain. Elder Cheng and others were imprisoned here at the beginning. There is a small village at the foot of the mountain. An old man with a white beard is sitting on a stone at the entrance of the village looking after himself. Storyteller, there are not many people around, three or two children, what he said is a touching love between immortals and mortals, listening to it, the boy with bun head and little gray coat asked: "Grandpa, is there really any love in this world?" Are there any gods?"

Another cute girl said: "Yes, yes, Juling Palace, Chongshan School, Yun Heng's... and, and..." She couldn't remember, so she said: "They are all gods!"

Another boy said: "What, they are not, the most powerful is Xuantian Palace, the people in Xuantian Palace are gods! Isn't that right, Grandpa Han!"

The old man's surname is Han, he has no name, has lived for a hundred years, and knows many things. He shook his head and said, "Xuantian Palace, you can't be considered a real immortal."

There may be real gods, but no one has ever seen them. In the world of three clans and five surnames, apart from strange monsters, even ghosts that can transform into humans are rare. Maybe you have seen them, but it is definitely not for ordinary disciples. Recognize, unless one day someone attains Taoism and ascends to immortality, and can see through the world, but they can't see it, it doesn't mean they don't have it, most spirits who cultivate human form will join Xuantian Palace, just like ordinary people who want to practice magic arts, they will Choosing Juling Palace or Xuwu Pavilion is the same. There are mostly ancient beasts there, and the palace owner is the descendant of the Phoenix. I heard that the young palace owner of this generation is very remarkable. It is rare to see a pure-blood Phoenix Yuanling in a hundred years. This Xuantian Palace The position is that it is in the middle of the top of the gods and the protection of the common people.

Of course, if someone defends the common people, there will naturally be someone who wants to persecute it. The Nine Infants, Qiongqi, Chaos, and Wuwu are just a few unyielding thorns, and they often make trouble for others. A contract can even be ruined to paint a living being!In this world, there are three, six, nine, and the highest ranks are gods, so many people practice spirituality and Taoism with the ultimate goal of attaining the Tao and becoming an immortal. However, becoming an immortal may take thousands of years, and one person may not be able to ascend successfully , So ah, life has passed for decades, do your best, and be happy all the time, so that you can live freely.

After the old man finished speaking, he looked up and saw a young man in green clothes passing by, and said hello, "Xiao Lingzi, are you shopping in the street again? It's only been a day, have you run ten times?"

This little Lingzi is no one else, but Ling Shuyi who is about to travel around the world. The evil energy in his body is mixed up from time to time, and he can't go far. He bid farewell to Qi Geng, and returned to this mountain in half a day. Originally, he wanted to live in that cave , but accidentally found a wooden house in the depths of the mountain forest. The wooden house was raised three feet high for waterproofing. There are still bees collecting powder. Not far from the left side is close to the rock wall. There is a spring with clear eyes that is steaming. If you get closer, you will be warmed by the steam. The water flow is slowly left from the rock wall, and the specific source is unknown. , looking to the right, it turned out to be a vegetable garden, but the vegetables in it had long since died, and weeds were overgrown at this time, Ling Shuyi walked forward slowly, stepped up the steps, and pushed open the door that was not locked. A bamboo bed, two wooden chairs, and scattered bows and arrows on the table. It should be the residence of hunters in the mountains. Although there is a lot of dust, Ling Shuyi dare not live there rashly. When he was about to leave, he saw a sheet of dust on the bed. A chug of paper, on which it says: Leave it to those who are destined.

Leave it to someone who is destined?Is it this house?Ling Shu was overjoyed. As soon as he put down the package in his hand, he felt a sharp pain in his heart and fell to the ground suddenly. He still couldn't control this evil force. From time to time, the pain would tear his heart.

I don't know how long it took, it seemed that someone picked him up from the ground and put him on the bed. Ling Shuyi moaned repeatedly, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, groping indiscriminately, and he didn't know where he touched. Blood generally still carries temperature.

Whose blood is it?Ling Shuyi struggled to open a gap, and faintly saw the back of a black robe, which looked very much like Qin Lusheng. He wanted to get up and take a look, but was unconscious again from the pain.

There were two people standing in the wooden house at this time, Yingzhao from Xuantian Palace, and Qin Lusheng who appeared after disappearing with Jiuying. As soon as Ling Shuyi left, he repelled Jiuying and returned to the main altar. Holding a piece of clean cotton towel, she was sitting by the bed and helping Ling Shuyi wipe her hands.

Yingzhao worried: "Young master, is your injury really all right?"

Qin Lusheng was dressed in black, and he couldn't see anything unusual, except that the chest area was much darker than other places. Just now, Ling Shuyi closed his eyes and scratched, and accidentally rubbed against it, only to realize that there was a large amount of blood. Obviously, the injury was not serious. He said coldly, "It's okay."

Yingzhao glanced at the pale-faced Ling Shuyi, and sighed, "Last night, I was the one who took Mr. Ling Xiao into consideration and let him..."

Qin Lusheng said indifferently: "What does it have to do with you? You are evenly matched with Qiongqi. If you can beat it back, you have made great progress."

Yingzhao said: "Yes." Then he said: "I heard from the disciple named Qi Geng today that there seems to be a mastermind behind the scenes, and he is in Juling Palace."

Qin Lusheng nodded and said: "Go and investigate, that person should have formed a fierce contract with Jiuying. Jiuying was seriously injured by me. He will not be too happy. By the way, call Lu Wu here. I have something to arrange." give him."

"Here?" Yingzhao said, "Young Master, won't you go back to Xuantian Palace to heal your wounds?"

Qin Lusheng said: "I won't return for now."

"But." Ying Zhao said anxiously, "You were also seriously injured by Jiuying."

"It's okay, it's the same for me to heal my wounds here." He caressed Ling Shuyi's face and whispered: "He still doesn't know how to control the breath in his body. I will stay by his side. I can teach him."

Ling Shuyi fell into a coma for a long time, and when he opened his eyes, it was already late, he was dazed for a moment, then slowly got up and went to the door, sat down in a daze, he had just dreamed that Qin Lusheng was holding his hand, caressing him gently His palm mound was a little itchy, but he couldn't bear to run away, so he pursed his lips and laughed, and then he woke up from laughing. Ling Shuyi was not happy, and vented his anger on the evil spirit in his body, saying: "You are too disappointing, can you please do it next time?" Let me sleep a little longer? How can this little ability be compared to the evil spirit king's spells? Pooh." As soon as he was disgusted, he heard the sound of drums and drums in his belly, so he got up and patted the dirt on his body, and went to the foot of the mountain to buy some food After walking a few steps, he turned his head and looked at the wooden house that he found suddenly. If there is no accident, this place will be permanent.

How long he can live is not clear. If he can live, then it is good. If he dies, what his relatives will remember will be his moving and dancing.

But he forgot that he had never gone down the mountain to practice, and he had never lived by himself. Juling Palace had food and drink, and there were people doing laundry and cooking. Ling Shuyi found a village at the foot of the mountain, bought two cakes, and ran back , After eating the cake, I felt thirsty, only to find that there is not even a teapot in the house. Do I want to drink hot spring water? !Ling Shuyi endured hunger and thirst, went down the mountain again to buy water, was full and ready to go back to sleep, only to realize that there was no quilt when lying on the bed...

He kicked his legs and looked at the hazy moonlight through the wooden window, thinking: So it is so difficult to live?

The next day, he went down the mountain several times and was penniless. Grandpa Han, a storyteller at the entrance of the village, had met him twice, and he had already known each other's surnames. Bought a quilt, walked over and said: "You are here to tell a book again."

Old man Han stroked his beard and said, "Why, you want to listen too?"

Ling Shuyi said: "Can I listen?"

Old man Han stretched out his hand: "Listen once, a copper coin."

Ling Shuyi immediately took out the money, and said with a sad face, "I have no money."

Old man Han said: "How can you live without money?"

Ling Shuyi said dejectedly, "I don't know either."

Old man Han saw that he was pitiful, and asked: "If you have no money, you have to make money. Look at me sitting here and telling stories, day by day, I can earn back the money for eating."

Baozitou boy said: "Grandpa, don't lie to this foreign brother! You don't need money at all!"

Old man Han patted him on the head and reprimanded: "That's because you are young and can't make money!"

The little boy said: "But apart from us, no one listens to your stories, and no one pays you at all."

Old man Han was about to hit someone immediately, winked and said: "Don't talk nonsense!"

The little girl hid behind the old man Han, looked at it for a while, then hesitated to come to Ling Shuyi's side, poked his lips, and asked curiously: "Brother, are you thirsty? Why are your lips white? It's so dry." Ya." Then he took out his own little water hyacinth and handed it to him shyly: "Brother, drink water."

Ling Shuyi was much more cheerful after being disturbed by this old man. He was not in the mood of hurting spring and autumn. Now that the matter has reached the present situation, there is no need to worry all day long. However, what old man Han said just now really made him Seriously think about it, live on your own, first get enough to eat, how to get enough to eat?You have to have money first, and after you have money, do you still worry about food and clothing?Maybe he got rich by accident, and after his death, he could entrust the villagers here to give him a grand funeral. Ling Shuyi snapped his fingers and beat him, yes, to make money.

When he came back to his senses, he saw the little girl who handed him the water hyacinth was blushing shyly. Ling Shuyi blinked and asked, "What, what's wrong?"

The little girl twitched: "Brother, you look good, can I hug you?"

It was the first time Ling Shuyi was praised so bluntly, and she was overjoyed. She immediately opened her arms and said, "Yes!"

Before the little girl came forward, suddenly, a ray of golden light flew over first, with a "click", Ling Shuyi felt his chest sink, and hurriedly lowered his head to look, dumbfounded. The golden bird was staring at it with round eyes.

Ling Shuyi came to his senses, jumped up hastily, held it in the palm of his hand, and said happily: "Yuanbao! Why are you!"