After reconciliation with Jianzun

The next morning.

During Ye Zhili's three days in Yanquan Mountain, he obviously slept in two quilts, but when he woke up, he ran into Shengjian's arms.

He no longer had any hope for his sleeping appearance, and as expected, even if he moved to the inn in Hongyun City, he still couldn't escape his natural reaction after falling asleep.

He crawled out of Sheng Jian's arms in despair, and sighed hoarsely: "Why don't I tie myself up when I sleep tonight."

Sheng Jian said inexplicably, "Are you sure?"

Ye Zhili thought about the scene...

It doesn't seem right.

He rubbed his head, probably speaking nonsense because he hadn't woken up.

Sheng Jian has nothing to do now, but Ye Zhili has a magic circle to work on.

Even if the Demon Lord can be dealt with in Xushuizhou this time, the deadly matter will still threaten the world.

Demons must also have their own reincarnation, and stop the increase of death energy from the source in order to completely end all this.

And the reincarnation of monsters is best built in the devil world, without any connection with the human world.

He tidied up the table in the guest room, spread out a row of magic tools dedicated to him, and planned to draw the semi-finished magic circle of Mozun first.

But the more he drew, the more he felt wrong.

The magic circle that Xi Le showed him could barely bear a small bottle of yellow spring water, and sent Lou Jing and himself into reincarnation. It is impossible for the demon king to work hard for a hundred years to only produce such a thing.

Xi Le's magic circle should be a branch drawn from Mozun's magic circle. He had to find a way to expand the magic circle first.

It is not too difficult for him to see the big from the small and know the ultimate goal of the Demon Lord.

But when he expanded on this basis, he suddenly found that part of the inner core of the Dafa Formation looked familiar.

Sheng Jian had nothing to do anyway, so he just sat beside him, pouring him a cup of tea occasionally, handing him a tool, and the sword master became a living book boy.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Sheng Jian asked concerned: "What's wrong?"

Every formation mage has his own unique formation style, most of which are kept secret to the outside world, but just like Sheng Jian patiently taught him Ping Jiangyu countless times, he also doesn't mind Sheng Jian watching him set up formations, even if Sheng Jian If he wants to learn, he is also willing to teach him everything.

But Mozun's magic circle style is very similar to him.

He stopped the Shi Longhao in his hand and replied, "Do you still remember that you carved a mouse for me before?"

Sheng Jian was silent for a moment: "You mean Erxia Beast?"

Ye Zhili coughed lightly, "Yes, that's the one."

Erxia Beast is a kind of fairy pet in the cultivation world. It is half a person tall, with purple and white fur, a long mouth and big ears, wings as long as his forearm on its back, and a short and thin tail. It is really cute.

He once rescued a dying Erxia beast with Shengjian. He spent a lot of money during the process, but he still couldn't save it.

He was very sad at that time, in order to coax him, Shengjian personally made him a wood carving of the Erxia beast.

It's a pity that Yuanheng Jianzun's swordsmanship is unparalleled, and his knives are also superb, but in terms of carving... it can only be said that no one is perfect.

Later, when he practiced the magic circle, he went astray for a while, trying to resurrect the Erxia beast, and tried it on a wood carving.

In Mozun's magic circle, there happened to be such a piece of wood carving.

After listening to his answer, Sheng Jian frowned slightly: "The Mozun knows you very well."

Ye Zhili nodded and said, "To be more narcissistic, I reckon Mozun has read all my manuscripts, but many conclusions from previous experiences are wrong. I didn't realize it until shortly before I died, and I didn't have time to write it into the manuscripts. .

"No wonder there are many contradictions in the magic circle of the Demon Lord. It turns out that I learned it wrong."

It's just that he was not like Ren Xinghe in his previous life, there were many formation masters scrambling to read the manuscripts, and the Mozun could know that most of them were spies with demons inside the Liuluomen.

If you think about it along this line of thought, the final break between him and Sheng Jian may not have been fueled by the Mozun.

Ye Zhili shone lightly.

Well, it's all old stuff.

Sheng Jian added some water to his teacup: "During the rebirth, you changed the magic circle for Xi Le."

"That's right." Ye Zhili smiled and said, "I guess Mozun has already found a solution to the death qi."

Shengma: "What way?"

Ye Zhili flicked his fingertips a few times in mid-air, and the bright yellow spiritual power outlined an object that both of them knew.

Hunyuan Qiankun bottle.

"We always thought that the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle was the medium used by the Demon Lord to contain Huang Quan and bring Huang Quan to the Demon Realm." With a wave of his hand, the bright yellow color fell on several key points of the magic circle on the table one after another, "But I just now It was discovered that the Hunyuan Qiankun bottle can not only take away Huangquan, but also serve as the eye of the circle of reincarnation."

"It is said that the bottle of Hunyuan Qiankun is bigger than Mo Zhaofeng. It can gather and condense dead energy. When it was in Xianmeng, it raised a lot of broken limbs and arms of demons. Introduce the underworld, and a simple reincarnation is completed.

"As long as the Demon Venerable is properly protected, there will be basically no problems. But the premise is that the Demon Venerable can complete the circle of reincarnation."

Sheng Jian heard the meaning of his words: "Do you think Mozun is not yet finished?"

Ye Zhili replied: "If he finishes it, he won't try every means to get me to the Demon Realm. Before, he just sent his men to catch me. Now he wants to turn me into a monster. The means are more extreme, which seems a bit urgent."

This is also a place where he is puzzled.

What on earth is the Mozun in a hurry?

Sheng Jian guessed: "Judging from the state of the rift, the demon world can last for a while, so it shouldn't just be a matter of death."

The two guessed a few more directions, all of which made sense, but they were specious, and finally put the topic down, and Ye Zhili continued to study the circle of reincarnation.

The more he tried to set up the formation, the more he felt that it was impossible for Mozun to complete it.

In order to revive Erxia Beast back then, the magic circle he researched was called "Soul Summoning", the core of which was to summon Erxia Beast's scattered souls in the world and then condense them.

He now wants to build on the basis of the demon king's magic circle, but the foundation of the demon king's magic circle is his soul call back then.

At first glance, the soul-calling magic circle looks similar to the reincarnation effect Mozun wanted, but inside it is very different.

Mozun has hit the wrong foundation from the beginning, and the high-rise building will definitely not be able to rise, but some ideas are very useful for reference.

He studied in the room for a day, during which he ate breakfast, lunch and dinner with Sheng Jian as a rest.

When he figured out a node again, the rope that had collapsed in his mind for a whole day slowly hung down from the center, he exhaled foul breath, and all the muscles in his body relaxed, as if he had stepped out of the enchantment after a hundred years of retreat, and stepped into the world again. The noise of Yuncheng really entered his consciousness.

He looked out the window, it was already the moon in the sky.

Sheng Jian asked, "Tired?"

He was stunned for a moment, he was too involved just now, and he didn't realize that Sheng Jian had been with him all day.

The matter of the magic circle is very boring to outsiders. Rao is due to his talent and interest, and he feels a little tired after working all day.

But Sheng Jian just stayed with him the whole time, without any impatience.

Ye Zhili smiled: "I'm fine, don't you feel bored?"

Sheng Jian replied: "You will not be bored here."

The words were spoken casually and naturally, without any intention of expressing loyalty, but it sounded extraordinarily sincere, which warmed Ye Zhixin's heart.

He stretched himself, walked slowly to the window, then turned his head and said to Sheng Jian, "Going to release the river lantern?"

Sheng Jian had already given up hope, as long as Ye Zhili was talking casually yesterday, and he was busy with the reincarnation circle, it was reasonable not to go.

Unexpectedly, Ye Zhili would take the initiative to mention it now.

Just the two of them.

Put the river lanterns.

Ye Zhili was standing by the window, turned sideways and turned to ask him, half of his face was stained with unconventional beauty by the various lights outside the window, it was already an excellent face, but its temperament was even more than its appearance, in the face of countless storms and conspiracies Rolling in the middle, the deer eyes still do not lose the youthful vigor, which makes people long for it when they see it.

The demonic energy was clearly still haunting his body, causing him to have a splitting headache, and the meridians all over his body seemed to explode at any moment, but he seemed to have used the most effective panacea in the world, and he couldn't feel it at all.

Sheng Jian's eyebrows were stretched, and his voice was so peaceful that he hadn't noticed it.

"Okay, let's go now."

The Lantern Festival in Hongyun City lived up to its reputation. Even though Ye Zhili and Sheng Jian came out later, there were more people on the road than during the day.

Lanterns were hung all over the street, birds, insects and fish, zodiac portraits, and some stores created a story composed of a row of lanterns. A storyteller was specially invited to tell the story in detail in the store.

The two walked and watched all the way, and even guessed a few lantern riddles with great interest, especially Ye Zhili, who was holding half an unfinished candy cake in his hand, so leisurely that he didn't look like he was being tortured by all parties in the cultivation world. hunt down.

After bypassing Sanmen Street, turning around Silongkou, and walking half a stick of incense to the right, they saw the Tashu River that the nun said before.

On the river is an arch bridge that can accommodate ten people side by side. There are river lanterns of different styles floating in the clear water of the river.

Seeing that they had no lamps in their hands, a peddler eagerly sold his own things: "Would you like to buy a few lamps, Quanhong Yuncheng? My family's lanterns are the most effective. Write down your wishes and put them in the river, get promoted and get rich, and protect your wife." Small, you can achieve success, keep your wishes come true."

Ye Zhili leaned over to have a look: "What lights are there?"

The peddler introduced them one by one. Besides, the lanterns were not effective, but their eloquence was excellent. Ye Zhili was happy to hear that, and the price was not expensive. He bought a lot with a wave of his hand, and took Sheng Jian to the river.

He divided the room into half, and the two squatted on the bank and slowly released it into the river.

When it was the turn of the biggest double lantern, Ye Zhili took out a pen and handed it to Sheng Jian: "Write a wish?"

Sheng Jian didn't answer: "You write first."

Ye Zhili didn't refuse anymore, he picked up a pen and wrote four neat regular characters on the lamp surface.

Peace in the world.

He hoped that the battle between immortals and demons would end as soon as possible, and that everywhere in the world could be as peaceful and happy as the Hongyun City in front of him.

After he finished writing, Sheng Jian took the light pen, and wrote four vigorous ink characters on the other side of the book he had written.

I love Chang'an.

The lantern uses lotus as the base and lotus as the cover. Once the wick is lit, it emits a warm orange light. The patterned branches and vines are intertwined, casting fragmented light and shadow on the ground.

Ye Zhili watched quietly, but finally said nothing.

The two of them supported one side of the base and steadily lowered the lantern into the river.

When the wind blows, the lantern will float along to the middle of the river.

Sheng Jian didn't hold back, took Ye Zhili's left hand in the lively crowd, and gently pressed his palm with his fingertips.

"We will come again next year today."

Ye Zhili turned his head to look sideways, and there were lights flickering in those eyes that were filled with mountains and seas, and the brilliance of the sky was not even half as bright.

His chest was throbbing, and a long-awaited feeling came eagerly across the river, just like meeting him for the first time, both strange and familiar.

next year today...

He touched his lips up and down, and was about to respond, when a female voice he heard not long ago sounded beside him.

"Isn't this the two fellow Taoists from yesterday? You also came to release the river lanterns?"

The female cultivator whom she had met before was also holding the hand of her lover, and at some point she came near the two of them.

The female cultivator's eyes moved down and landed on the hands they were also holding. She suddenly understood something and said meaningfully: "Brothers love each other deeply."