[Xianjian + Ancient Sword Colleague] Being a master is also a kind of practice

It is said that dream shadows, mist and flowers are all empty.But husband, even in a dream, I will marry you.Chan Jing's ambition will never change, and she will never leave your side for the rest of her life.

The severe pain that seemed to be splitting penetrated the head, and it seemed that countless needle points had penetrated into the head. In the confusion of consciousness, only the pleasant voice was extremely clear, but he spoke words that he half understood.

When he recovered, he had forgotten himself.

In the prosperous world, he took his wife along the noisy streets of Shouyang, and found Shen's old house with his broken memories.But they were extremely happy, like the most ordinary couple in the world, they arranged their own house.

Chan Jing planted fragrant herbs in the back garden, and the spices prepared by her hands always exude an intoxicating aroma.Bathed in the faint fragrance, the faint pain that often appeared in the mind disappeared with the past.

Not long after, a bigger surprise came, Chan Jing became pregnant.The more gentle she is, the more joyful he is.It was a time that was more splendid than a dream.Embracing his beloved woman and waiting for his upcoming child, he seemed to be the most ordinary and happiest man in the world.

However, the peaceful days were eventually broken by uninvited guests.He was confused when the servant ushered in a purple-clothed Taoist priest who called himself Yuxi.He didn't understand why he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity with a face he was clearly unfamiliar with, and why the Taoist priest was ecstatic when he saw him, grabbed him and called him... Senior Brother?

He didn't understand, but she understood.The appearance of Chan Jing just at this moment attracted Yuxi's eyes full of doubts, and when her scrutinizing eyes fell on the woman's obviously protruding abdomen under Luo Yi, she suddenly turned into an unconcealable surprise.Yuxi looked at Chanjing, then at him, hesitated to speak several times, and finally merged into a sigh.

And Chan Jing was smiling but not smiling, she caressed her stomach for a moment, her eyes were full of alertness, and she turned courteous.

It was night, and Yuxi stayed in Shen's house.

In the middle of the night, he woke up with a splitting headache. He thought he would wait for his wife's gentle comfort, but when he stretched out his hand, he could only touch the cold quilt.The warm and fragrant nephrite by her side disappeared, but there was a loud noise like thunder from the back garden.

He got up following the sound and searched all the way, but was surprised to find that the back garden full of flowers and trees in the daytime was shrouded in a strange purple mist. into the dead zone.Another ray of lightning struck down, breaking up the mist, revealing two figures facing each other in front of the pavilion.Dressed in purple and wearing a jade crown, she looked dignified. It was Yu Xi, a Taoist priest living at home, while the other had disheveled silver hair and a fluttering red skirt. His slender figure was so familiar that it was terrifying, but he didn't dare to recognize it.

Why does my wife have silver hair all over her head, why her fingers are like claws, is she human, or...

He wanted to ask, but the more severe pain in his head seemed to be telling him, don't ask, don't think about it, just forget it.

Just forget it.

Forgot that when the two of them found themselves at the same time, Yu Xi showed contemptuous and painful reprimands, saying that she was willing to degenerate, and that she was in the company of demons, all of which were nonsense.Forget Chan Jing's ferocious smile at that moment, and the red light swaying fiercely behind Yu Xi's back, how could a woman who has always been weak kill someone.The rotating picture was fragmented, and the purple mist slowly closed in front of his eyes. When he fell into a coma, he seemed to hear his wife's gentle voice whispering in his ear, husband, this is all a dream.

This is all a dream.

Sure enough, in the early morning of the second day, his wife was still sitting in front of the window and arranging her beautiful hair as usual. The long strands of hair slid past her eyes like black satin.Outside the window, the garden was full of birds and flowers, and the servants who came and went looked calm. No one remembered that there was a guest named Yuxi in this house, as if he didn't exist at all.

He breathed a sigh of relief, looked at his wife and smiled slightly, it turned out that this was all a dream.

However, a few months later, when Chan Jing was about to give birth, suddenly a group of people broke into the house.As soon as the leading Taoist priest entered the door, he drew out the long sword at his waist and asked where the evildoer who killed his junior brother was.He didn't understand why, shaking his head, he just felt absurd.Unexpectedly, this Taoist also seemed to recognize him, showing surprise and astonishment.

The sound of "Senior Brother Yuzhao" was like a thunderclap ringing in his ears.He started having headaches again.

He vaguely heard the Taoist chattering, saying that there was no news after going down the mountain, that the elders were worried day and night, that Tianyong City and Kunlun Mountain were all words that he could not understand.This is his house, where he, his wife, and his upcoming child live. What does that person named Yuzhao have to do with him in the past that is as high as a fairy?

During the argument, a soft catkin slipped into his palm, as if to iron his chaotic heart.Chan Jing appeared picturesquely, standing side by side with him.The group of Taoist priests finally stopped their persuasive words, their complexion changed drastically, the leader looked back and forth between their husband and wife, and suddenly asked him if Yuxi had been killed by this monster.

He was at a loss, and suddenly remembered the weird dream that had won his wife a long time ago.Before he had time to think about it, the group of Taoist priests had already surrounded him.They want to capture him, the so-called traitor, and kill his wife to avenge the younger brother.How can he let these villains do what they want?

In the entanglement, it is not known who pulled out the weapon first, and he was injured while protecting his wife.When Chan Jing saw the blood on his clothes, a ruthless look finally appeared on his calm face, and the air trembled for a moment, his wife changed into another look before his eyes.

Silver hair like a waterfall, red eyes like blood, that should have only appeared in a dream, but now it has become a reality.I don't know how long passed in the sluggishness. Countless blood was sprinkled in the originally neat hall, and the criss-crossing colorful lights gradually dimmed. When Chan Jing flashed behind the head Taoist priest, swiping her paw triumphantly, a handle suddenly appeared. The whisk stopped her.

A familiar voice, a familiar figure, and the suddenly appeared old Taoist walked in front of him.For some reason, tears welled up in his eyes, so when the Taoist lightly pressed his hand on his celestial spirit cover, he also forgot to dodge.

Tianyong City's excellent unsealing method smashed the seal in his mind in an instant, and the memories that suddenly flooded into his mind flashed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.When he came back to his senses again, he had knelt down in front of Master Chongxu.

He still remembered everything after all.

Husband, don't you want to be quiet?Chan Jing's voice is close at hand, but far away in a trance.She, and their child... He wanted to turn back, but what stood between the two of them was not only the grievances between humans and demons, but also all the innocent juniors who died tragically.

Everything starts with oneself, and everything ends with oneself.He closed his eyes to cover his heart full of grief, prostrated himself deeply, and kowtowed to Daoist Chongxu.He heard his voice as calm as water and said lightly, Yuzhao was bewitched by evildoers, violated the rules of the school, and asked his master to punish him.

All the crimes were taken by Yuzhao alone, and he also asked the master to let go of his unborn child, let go... her.

The unspoken words seemed to have also reached Daoist Chongxu's ears, the master finally withdrew the true power suppressed on Chan Jing, shook his head and sighed, idiot, idiot.

When he left Shouyang, he didn't look back, but he knew that the woman must be watching his back.He doesn't know what he looks like now in her eyes, but he must be extremely indifferent and ruthless.

In the blink of an eye, decades passed, and he never went down the mountain again.That part of the past, that woman, gradually moved away from his world together with Hong Chen.Occasionally, he would also be fascinated to think about what their children looked like, whether they were male or female, but when he opened his eyes and saw only the solemn bronze covering Tianyong City, he would return to the appearance he should have, that look It belongs to the cold and stern look of the precept elders.

The sun and the moon reciprocate, the seasons change, and the years of a monk are like a day for a hundred years, and when he suddenly looks back, his hair is already gray.Finally, when he woke up one day, he laughed and burst into tears.

He finally realized that this life is boundless, and living is just a big dream.Who is whose dream guest?

When everything around him turned into a boundless white mist, Shen Bailing lowered his head, only to see that he was standing on a piece of water, and his feet were his own reflection.Long eyebrows and handsome eyes, wide sleeves and red clothes, so familiar, so far away, this is... the former self?

What I saw just now, that man and A Niang...is that their past?

While thinking, the white mist in front of him suddenly surged endlessly, Shen Bailing looked up, and saw a human figure gradually gathering in the mist, also with long eyebrows and handsome eyes, dressed in a purple Taoist robe.That person's appearance was eight or nine points similar to his own, but his expression was quite different.

This is... that Shen Zhao in the dream?

He slowly came to Shen Bailing, the two looked at each other for a long time, finally Shen Zhao spoke first, and asked in a low voice: "What... did she say before she died?"

she?Do you mean Auntie?This person knew that Auntie was dead?Shen Bailing stared at him, her thoughts were in a mess, and it took her a while to tell him her mother's last words: "Aunt said...she has hated you all her life, and you owe her what she owes, and she will find you to pay it back in the next life. Let me ask you...do you regret it or not?"

"Hate me? So that's what she said..." Shen Zhao muttered to himself, his eyes flickered, and his face turned firm, "I don't regret it. Even if I do it all over again, I won't change. My Yuzhao, forever No regrets."

Shen Bailing was silent.

Shen Zhao stared at him for a long time, finally a touch of warmth appeared in his cold eyes, he smiled slightly, and said: "In the past 400 years, I have never regretted it, but I have never felt at ease. I, knowing that our child has grown up, and has never had such a contented and peaceful moment in this life, I really have no regrets in dying."

Shen Bailing suddenly raised his head, only to realize that Shen Zhao's figure had become gradually transparent for some reason, and he panicked, "You—what's going on?"

Shen Zhao didn't answer, just smiled and said: "You are very good, very similar to me and her. My sins have been paid, but it's a pity that I can't see what she will be like in the next life..."

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in front of him, Shen Bailing tried his best to open his eyes to find Shen Zhao's figure, but the empty white in front of him gathered and dispersed, and the person in front of him had turned into mist again, and there was no trace of him anymore.