The bright moon sits on the ground

Before leaving the teacher, Xu Lang found two of his apprentices respectively.

Possessing this kind of stunt, if there is no proper guidance, it is easy to go astray.

Immortals walk in the world, and there are rules to curb them, so when doing something, they always consider the consequences before making plans, and the two of them are now mortals, and the laws can only play a negligible role, and can't limit their actions.

Xu Lang's advice to his apprentice is - "If you are tired of the world, then hide from the world, and never be involved in the vortex of conspiracy."

The young man with pale skin and a cold expression finished listening without saying a word.He also knew that among the two brothers and sisters, he who was good at using talismans was the most dangerous one, and also the one who was most likely to go astray.That kind of miraculous technique? If those royal nobles took a fancy to him and forced him into the cage-like palace? It was not what he wanted to see.

He took the list that Xu Lang handed over, and the thin paper fluttered up and down between his slender, white fingers. He was silent for a while, and finally looked up at his master, and promised, "The Qing family will never enter the world in the future. ?Like a candle dragon, ?Hidden in a dark place invisible to the world."

Xu Lang's advice to the second apprentice is - "Send ghosts, watch the bell, often deal with spirits, and be haunted by Yin Qi. Over time, you will be swallowed by Yin Qi. If you want to avoid disasters, you must keep in mind one thing, do not drive ghosts Hurt people, otherwise it will lead to catastrophe."

The gentle and introverted young man stared at Xu Lang, and subconsciously touched the brass bell in his sleeve. Under his fingertips, there was a cold touch, just like the cold he could feel every night.He understood that what the master said was mostly a warning to him not to use this kind of magic that is difficult for ordinary people to learn in crooked ways, and he also understood that Yin and Yang are separated after all, and the living driving the dead is in itself against the sky.

He took the paper with his name on it, folded it up, put it in his bosom properly, lowered his brows, folded his fists and said, "I see. The Bu family will never do anything that drives their souls to hurt people." , Entering the WTO, being born out of the WTO, is just a difference of thought.”

In the end, Xu Lang found the little apprentice. He thought about his words and was about to speak, but the other party spoke first.

"In the future, the Tian family will be like Bai Ze, who understands the truth of all things, and hands over the Tian family's divination technique to the people of the world, and hides in the market, helping the world to eliminate disasters and solve problems, so that disasters can be crossed to the other side." Eyebrows The young man who was still immature in the room held his tone, finished speaking in one breath, and then smiled embarrassedly, "Sorry, Master, I couldn't help it, I went to ask the elder brother what you said before you came. "

The words that Xu Lang had prepared long ago were stuck in his throat, soft like cotton, itching him to laugh, he said "you" muffledly, then shook his shoulders and laughed, raising his hands to rub the little apprentice The slightly curly fluffy black hair said helplessly: "Since you have finished talking, I have nothing to say, so I can only pour cold water on you: that is not an easy way to go, you have to think about it." gone."

"Think it over." After the little apprentice finished speaking, he felt that his answer was too fast and not sincere, so he added, "I will never regret it."

Now that he has said so, Xu Lang will no longer tell him about all the hardships he may encounter in the future——Give the art of divination to the people of the world, and help the world to eliminate disasters and problems. It is easy to say, but it is not easy to do. This point, he has always been the most understand.

After that, the eldest apprentice, the second apprentice, and the younger apprentice left one after another, and the mountain returned to its original silence.

Next, what should be done?Xu Lang thought to himself, he can only wait until everything goes to the end they expected.

This world is full of rivers and mountains. He has explored most of the territory in the first half of his life, and in the past few years, he has traveled all over the remaining part of the territory in his free time. , All for profit, only he is an idler.

He would still go back to Kunlun to visit Liang Kunwu, and often saw Po Jun come back full of resentment.

However, even so, he is still willing to spend his time in the world.

The night is low, the moon is on the branches, Xu Lang will remember Liu Nanci; the sky is broken, the sun rises in the east, the morning glow makes dreams clear, Xu Lang will remember Wuzheng; Baek Xuan was naturally remembered.

I am afraid that human greed is like this: in the human world, he would occasionally look at the clouds; in the heavenly world, he would occasionally look down at the clouds.

It's not that he had never been to Yanyun Mountain and Moon Palace at that time, Liang Kunwu couldn't resist him, so he had to accompany him.

Xu Lang also understood in his heart that when he arrived at Yanyun Mountain, where he looked, apart from the raging evil spirit, there were only ruins left.The fire that almost tore the sky was gradually extinguished, and he could only speculate the scene at that time through those scorched traces. When he saw that the soft couch that Wuzheng liked the most had been burned into coke, he had the answer in his heart. .

The traces of the Apollo gradually disappeared, and the successors set foot on that road again, just wanting to find a little bit of comfort.

Liang Kunwu thought for a while, and told Xu Lang that Wuzheng is a nine-headed phoenix, reborn from the ashes, not to mention, she is a sun god, and every day, her strength will recover a little, and over time, there will always be a time when she can wake up , so he doesn't have to be too sad.

Xu Lang really felt the sockets of his eyes sour. Hearing this, he just sighed and said, "But I can't wait until then."

He thought to himself, wondering if the sun god would still remember meeting a mortal who strayed into the fairyland after tens of thousands of years.

People have not found it, and there are very few things left that can carry memories. When Xu Lang left, he only picked up a piece of tail feather from the ground. It was fiery red and hot in color. the warmth.

Liang Kunwu watched Xu Lang's movements quietly, and after a long while, he said: "The aura of the gods is the carrier of memory. If you touch the remnant aura of the Wuzheng, you should be able to hear her voice. Looking at you, it should be Didn't hear anything?"

So Xu Lang handed the feather to Liang Kunwu. Liang Kunwu pondered for a moment, then slowly repeated——

"When the right time comes, wake me up with a prairie fire."

In addition, there is one more sentence.

"Xu Lang, the whole heaven knows that you are a mortal. You'd better leave quickly and don't come back. That stubborn ice cube of Po Jun won't let you go easily. I'm afraid neither Liu Nanci nor I can keep you... …Speaking of which, you are quite capable, as a mortal, you have been able to hide it from me for such a long time, I thought you were just a god with terrible talent."

How solemn and solemn the former sentence is, how unserious the latter sentence is.

Especially when paired with Liang Kunwu's calm voice and his usual indifferent expression, it looks extraordinarily funny.

But Xu Lang didn't laugh, he couldn't laugh, he just felt a dull pain in his throat, which made him unable to breathe.

Thinking about it now, at that time Wuzheng probably didn't know what was going on in the rest of the heavens. Subconsciously, he thought that Po Jun would deliberately embarrass Xu Lang. The only choice is to cooperate with Kunlun.

After that, Xu Lang and Liang Kunwu went to the Moon Palace.Strange to say, he has been to Yanyun Mountain and the Star Palace, but this is the first time he has set foot in the Moon Palace. Perhaps it is because Liu Nanci, who is a moon attendant, often hangs around in Yanyun Mountain, and he is sure to be found every time he goes there. That's why Xu Lang has never been to the Moon Palace—speaking of which, this is not only Liu Nanci's hometown, but also Bai Xuan's hometown.

It's a pity that the only time he came this time was because he chose the wrong time, after the Moon Palace collapsed.

The towering palace of the moon has been razed to the ground, and the scene of the past is gone. The wind is rustling, and under the moonlight like water, there is only a barren wilderness. The laurel tree at the end.

Xu Lang squinted his eyes, looked up, and vaguely saw a light purple color among the branches, moving with the wind, like silk and satin.

"In the Moon Palace, if there are newborn gods, Yuyuesi will record their real names and tie them to the branches of the osmanthus tree." Liang Kunwu said, "The Yuyuesi of the Moon Palace is similar to the Seven Stars of the Star Palace, the difference is that Moon Attendant is not like Pojun Xingjun, he doesn't need to command Yuyue Division, more precisely, he is not Moon God, so he is not qualified to command Yuyue Division, so let him develop."

Xu Lang asked: "Are the names of Liu Nanci and Bai Xuan also in there?"

When he saw Liang Kunwu nod his head, then looked at the osmanthus tree and saw the swaying light purple, a sense of awe naturally rose in his heart. Although those silks and satins are very light, like tulle, the real name on them is Is heavy, long and long.

Snake scales were scattered on the ground, Xu Lang pushed aside those cold scales, and saw a broken bow.

The whole body of this bow is golden, and it is made of cinnamon branches. Not cut with a sharp weapon, but broken.

Xu Lang picked up a piece of snake scale, which is different from the tail feathers of a phoenix. It is cold, smooth, with sharp edges, and it glows coldly under the moonlight. It is the most indestructible sharp weapon. The roots are stained with dried blood, which is particularly dazzling.

He handed the snake scale to Liang Kunwu, and then looked at him, hoping to hear the words about Liu Nanci from the Kunlun Immortal.

Liang Kunwu took the snake scale and pondered for a moment. After a while, he responded.

"He left no words," he said, "only a sigh."

The author has something to say: The prosperity of the world is all for profit; the world is full of hustle and bustle, all for profit.

——Sima Qian's "Historical Records: Biography of Huozhi"