Back to Xianzun's youth [Transmigration Book]

Zixiao's memory is a fairy feast.

There are tens of thousands of petals among the green mountains, like the wind returning to the snow.

Xie Shiyi stepped down from the high platform, his black hair hanging down like satin, his sleeves like clouds.

He is the cultivation base of the peak of the gods, and he can even control the secret realm at will, making it easy to pause the time inside.

There is a scene of joy and harmony at the fairy banquet.The sisters of the Jing family have cloudy hair on their temples, and their beauty is unparalleled; the celestial guests around them exchange cups and chat with each other.

But Xie Shiyi's snow-white clothes are not stained with dust, wherever he walks, the illusion is wiped out inch by inch.

Yan Qing: "..."

He just recalled the events of Heishuize and the Land of God's Fall in his previous life.

Seeing Xie Shiyi again now, I can't help but sigh in my heart, Xie Shiyi has indeed changed a lot.

When he was a child, Xie Shiyi was colder and less fond of laughing than now, but at that time he was more like an awkward and proud wolf cub.Deliberately wearing indifferent thorns on his body, although he has a straight face, you know the vivid emotions in his heart.

But after growing up, this alienation directly disintegrates from the appearance and penetrates into the depths of the soul.

You can no longer read his mind.

Yan Qing's eyes fell on the No Regret Sword in his hand.The Sword of No Regret is an ancient magic weapon, with a clear light and a cold light like frost.

Xie Shiyi calmly said: "Is it you?"

Yan Qing was stuck for a second, and then his mind flashed to think of the script—he was stunned for a moment, and hope burst out of his eyes, tears filled his eyes, and wept with joy: "Yes, yes, it's my Immortal! Duwei Immortal, It's great to see you here, I thought I was going to die here."

Xie Shiyi was very indifferent to his pretending to be crazy, and asked, "How did you get in here?"

Yan Qing pretended to squeeze tears, and directly pulled out the disappointment in his sleeves, and said in unspeakable distress: "I am miserable, Immortal, I was dragged in by this beast. I lost my way, so I just wandered here. Then I found that I couldn't get out at all! I was so mad!"

Unwilling: "..."

Unwilling, dare to be angry and dare not speak! ! !

Ever since it knew that the person in front was called Xie Ying, it wished it could be a rock.

Xie Shiyi withdrew his sword, lowered his eyes, and glanced coldly at the two masters and servants, and continued walking forward without saying anything.

Yan Qing kept her personality in mind, and followed up with no ambitions: "The Immortal Wait for me, the Immortal, don't leave me here alone, the Immortal, we are now

How to get out? "

It seems that Xie Shiyi entered the cave to find something.

A big guy like him who walks through the cave and the secret realm is completely different from Yan Qing.

Yan Qing's cultivation base is low now, so he can only follow Zi Xiao's memories one after another, and touch places purely by luck.

But Xie Shiyi was not.

He was cold and forceful, not the memory he wanted, just shattered directly.

Yan Qing: "..."

So cruel.

Is this the gap?

Yan Qing knowingly asked: "Xianzun, is this the way for us to go out?"

Xie Shiyi ignored him.

Yan Qing obediently stopped talking, with frustration in her arms, looking left and right.

The following memories are Zi Xiao's experience of slaying demons and demons in his life.Behead the unfaithful, behead the unrighteous, behead the unkind, and behead the unwise.He acts vigorously and resolutely, hates evil like hatred, and is like fire like wind.

For such an iron-blooded and majestic person, the only silent concession may be given to the woman in the blue dress.

Yan Qing later found out her identity.

The girl in the blue skirt is named Jing Ruyu, the youngest daughter of the master of the Fuhua Sect, and has a twin sister named Jing Ruchen.

The two ends of Zixiao's memories that Xie Shiyi read in full are all related to Jing Ruyu.

There is no unforgettable love, just two rains.

The first rain came when Jing Ruyu stood in front of Zixiao's cave holding an oil-paper umbrella.There was a circle of pure white embroidered borders on the corner of her dress, and the mist was so misty that it made the sleeves of her dress look like floating flowers in the blue waves.Jing Ruyu's thin white fingers held the handle of the umbrella, her body trembling slightly, like a leaf blowing in the wind.

She was talking to herself, her teeth trembling: "Senior, today my mother scolded me again."

"My mother said that my mind was not right, and I never put my mind on cultivation. She slapped me and insulted me loudly in front of the elders in the door, making me lose face in front of countless people."

"But I don't know what I did wrong, where did I go wrong?!"

"I have been practicing day and night, and I have never dared to relax for a moment—just because my qualifications are low and my talent is not as good as my sister, so is any effort a joke?"

As Jing Ruyu spoke, her eyes turned red.

"Why? Why?"

"Why am I born so late, the gap is so big!"

"She is Jing Ruchen, the master of the Fuhua Sect in the future, and a highly respected daughter of heaven. The world praises her for being gentle, generous, elegant and decent. But I am a clown in the Fuhua Sect, whether it is a mother or an elder , I will only think that I can’t compare to her. Mirror Ruchen, mirror Ruchen, why is she as good as mirror Ruchen! Why should I suffer this kind of torture again——Why?!”

Green maples were planted in front of Zixiao's cave.Those green maples were fresh and green, and the edges and corners of the leaves flowed through the crystal raindrops, dripping on her hair.Jing Ruyu's eyes were scarlet. "Wow", she dropped the umbrella in her hand and knelt in the green maple forest, her thin body was like a butterfly in the rain.

"senior……"

Jing Ruyu sobbed softly.

"Senior, help me, help me. I really have nowhere to go, and I don't know what to do. In the Floating Flower Gate, I don't have anyone I can trust. My mother and the elders don't like me. Senior...Senior ...please help me."

This is Zixiao's memory, so I look at it from Zixiao's perspective.He stood in the cave, silently looking at the girl crying in the rain, seeing her crying with her face covered, her blue hair loose, so fragile and pitiful.

The moment she looked up, the drizzle slid over the tiny mole on the tip of her nose, exactly like the old friend in her memory.

Even the pitiful trembling voice of the girl overlapped with the crisp smile of her younger sister in memory.

That little girl with two braids and clear eyes.He would run barefoot towards him in the mountains and countryside covered with green maples.His eyes were full of admiration, and his laughter was as soft as a silver bell, and he called him "brother".

He holds the knife all year round, his hands are full of calluses, afraid of hurting the delicate skin of the child, he will often wrap it with his sleeve clumsily before he dares to touch her face.

"elder brother."

--"senior……"

"Brother, you are finally back."

——"Senior, help me!"

Zi Xiao suddenly opened his eyes, and the eyes were filled with crazy pain.He looks ferocious and taciturn, and the scars on his face take root and grow like the reverse bones in his body.He has been like an evil spirit since he was a child, and everyone is afraid of him.Only the family will not show fear or disgust towards him, but show him a warm smile.

It's just that kind of warmth was buried in his own hands.

On the night of killing his father and mother, and massacring his family at night, his soul seemed to be gouged out by himself.Since then, every dripping rainy night, the bone-piercing coldness penetrated into the bone marrow from all the holes.

Walk with a monument in your life.

A bloody nightmare that can't be escaped in a lifetime.

The green maple on the tree was knocked down and fell to the ground.

Jing Ruyu was still crying with her face covered, suddenly between her fingers, she saw a pair of black boots embroidered with purple thunderclouds.She was stunned, her crying gradually stopped, she slowly let go of her hand, raised her head in the slanting wind, drizzle and green maple-like forest, her eyes were full of surprise: "Senior..."

Zi Xiao didn't speak. When he was expressionless, he looked ferocious like a murderous god, and his eyes were not angry and majestic.The gaze looking at Jing Ruyu was very cold, without any trace of love or hatred, and he never looked at anyone through her.

But he just walked out.Like the walking dead.

Jing Ruyu stood up happily from the mud, stretched out her hand and grabbed Zi Xiao's sleeve tightly, the grievance in her eyes had not dissipated, and there was already a strong hatred flowing out of her eyes.

She acted like a little girl coquettishly with her elder brother: "Senior, help me."

"Help me kill that poisonous woman named Tianqiao from Fuhuamen."

"She belittles me, despises me, she wants to send me to hell - if she doesn't die, I will definitely die in the future. Senior, help me, save me."

"Senior, help me."

"senior?"

"senior!"

--elder brother! ! !

A piece of green maple was torn apart and shattered in the air.

This rain has no results, and the picture freezes at the last scene where Jing Ruyu leans over and pulls his sleeve.

Qingfeng, who was in the forest, was silent, while Zixiao was holding Shidao knife, his back was like a rusty knife, blunt and quiet.

Yan Qing was quite sad in his heart.

In his short period of Qi training, he was able to witness the love and hatred of such influential figures as Jiu Dazong, and he was really honored by Xie Shiyi.If he were to be thrown to South Zezhou by himself, he might not have to start as an introductory disciple first.How can I know these secret past events if I can't even see Jing Ruyu.

Reluctantly, he popped his head and said curiously: "No, isn't this woman and her sister on good terms? We even got off the flying boat hand in hand."

Yan Qing thought to herself: Silly bird, you don't know this, there are too many complicated relationships in the world.

Yan Qing hugged the bat, tilted his head again, and quietly looked at Xie Shiyi.

Xie Shiyi stood on the side holding the No Regrets Sword, looking from the side, his eyelashes were like crow feathers, and the bridge of his nose was as high as a jade mountain.His eyes fell on Jing Ruyu across the green maple forest, with a long-accustomed overlooking posture and eyes, cold, careless, and dangerous.

Yan Qing was surprised to find that Xie Shiyi's eyelashes were a little bit longer than when he was a child.

Before he had time to take a closer look, he suddenly met Xie Shiyi's eyes.

Xie Shiyi said: "Have you finished watching?"

Yan Qing:? ? ?

"Look, I've finished watching." Yan Qing swallowed, recalled her character design, and immediately said: "Xianzun, what is this place? Who are these two people?"

Xie Shiyi held the sword and asked him lightly, "What are you looking for here?"

Yan Qing has a long memory, and now chatting with Xie Shiyi, no matter how relaxed the atmosphere is, he dare not take it lightly, pretending to be stupid: "Ah? Xianzun, did you ask me? I will definitely find the place to go when I come in, I can't find it." The road is really worrying me to death."

Xie Shiyi paused and looked back at him.In fact, Xie Shiyi can't help but look at everyone with a sense of scrutiny, which is probably a habit brought about by living in Xiaoyu Palace for a long time.Thin ice floated in Liuli's dark eyes, lurking under infinite danger.

Yan Qing was so nervous that he lost his focus for a while with his hand grabbing Buzhi Wing.The pain was so dispirited that the eyeballs almost popped out.

Xie Shiyi stood quietly in Qingfeng Drizzle, as if smiling, that smile was shattered in the ice and snow, and his tone was cold.

"You think I won't kill you?"

Yan Qing's face was pale, and he stuttered: "What? Immortal, you, you, you, you want to kill me?"

Xie Shiyi glanced at him expressionlessly, and then walked away, leaving only the collapsed and shattered illusion.

The entire green maple forest in front of Zixiao Cave Mansion "rumbled" into smoke as he left, and those maple leaves whizzed down on the branches. Yan Qing didn't want to be drowned by the blue rain, so he had no choice but to follow quickly.

Yan Qing cursed inwardly.

He didn't dare to speak loudly here, but Xie Shiyi was ruined wherever he went. Is this the willfulness of the strong?It was so sour that he ground his teeth.

The second rain of memories is also about Jing Ruyu.After the death of his parents, Zixiao was like a silent killer.He is not close to his teacher, but lives in his own world, walking around the world with a big knife and a stone tablet on his back.

Jing Ruyu could appear in his life purely because of the mole on the tip of his nose.

When Jing Ruyu came this time, she seemed to be in a very good mood.She was still wearing a water-blue dress, but she no longer pretended to hold an umbrella, which made me feel sorry for her.

Rain dripped from the blue eaves like broken threads.

The mirror moves lightly like a jade lotus, walks through the corridor, and wears rings.She put on makeup today, which made her look even more beautiful.

Jing Ruyu stood in front of Zixiao's door, didn't knock on the door, just stood outside the door and shouted with a smile.

"senior."

Zi Xiao never liked to negotiate with her, sitting in the room, the candlelight frantically reflected a cross-legged figure on the window paper, motionless.

Jing Ruyu had already expected that he would reject her, so she was not surprised at all.

"Senior, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

She stretched out her slender white hands, tracing something on the door.

The bright red Koudan was painted on the nails, and his gestures seemed to rise and fall like blood and sword shadows.

Jing Ruyu smiled slightly: "Thank you senior for taking care of me for so many years."

"In three days, I will become the next head of the Fuhuamen, and I won't trouble you like this in the future."

When she mentioned this incident, she pressed her forehead against the door and smiled to herself, her eyes rolling, as if she was sighing and rejoicing.

"Not long ago, the Fuhuamen Xuanji Hall caught fire."

"My elder sister was trapped in it. Chiling Tianhuo blinded her eyes and broke her legs. Her dantian was destroyed, and she no longer had the possibility of practicing."

"My sister felt that she was already a useless person, not worthy of the position of sect master. She took the initiative to abdicate and let me inherit it."

"Senior, tell me, does this count as the impermanence of the world? Although I was jealous of my sister, I never thought of letting her end up in this situation. Although everyone in the sect compares me with her, my sister treats me like that." excellent."

"When I saw her in a wheelchair, I actually felt uncomfortable."

As she spoke, her voice suddenly softened.The wild ambition in his eyes seemed to be blown out by the wind like a prairie fire at this moment, leaving heavy ashes behind.She lowered her head and looked at her nails, her expression dimmed in the unpredictable candlelight.

The raindrops on the green eaves and black tiles fell on the steps, crisp and melodious, continuous.

Tick.

Tick.

It seems to be dripping into the sky one by one.

Jing Ruyu was silent for a long time, and murmured to herself: "The fire in Xuanji Palace that night was really big..."

"Fortunately, it's all over."

Jing Ruyu's voice was scattered in the wind, she moved her fingers away from the window, tidied her temple hair, and restrained the emotions that were inadvertently revealed.The blue dress is graceful and graceful, and looking up again is the bright and delicate girl, standing with her hands behind her back, smiling with her lips curled up: "Senior, if we say goodbye today, we may have another identity when we meet again. I hope you will cherish it a lot, senior."

Jing Ruyu turned and left, just stepped on the first step.

Zi Xiao who was in the house suddenly exited.

"Mirror like jade." He called her name, his voice was hoarse and stiff, as dry as a rusty sword, but he still spoke out.

Zi Xiao said: "Your intention is not right, you will regret it one day."

Jing Ruyu was silent, without turning her head, she smiled faintly: "You have a bad mind, senior, what do you mean by a straight mind? Are you like you?"

"I heard that you killed your parents by mistake that year."

"You beheaded the wicked, and you were hated by others. They retaliated against you, used illusions to induce you, and used words to confuse you—making you think that your family members were killed by others, and that your relatives in the house were all transformed by demons."

"So you went home with Shidao Dao, full of rage—killing your father, mother, and beheading your own sister."

She changed the subject and asked calmly, "Do you regret it?"

Zi Xiao suddenly roared: "Mirror like jade!!"

Jing Ruyu smiled ironically, stretched out her hand to catch the rain falling from the eaves, and looked up at the gray rainy sky: "I heard that your sister also has a mole on the tip of her nose?"

"Senior, how ridiculous—in order to make up for the mistake you made by manslaughtering your relatives, and to atone for your sins, you are willing to become the knife in the hands of someone like me and be driven by me just because of a mole. Who is it between us? It's a little sad."

"You have such a life, what qualifications do you have to persuade me to turn back?"

"Mirror like jade!" Zi Xiao's eyes were red, and he shot suddenly, and his voice was thunderous: "—Get out!"

A gust of wind whizzed away from the window, with a violent storm and extreme anger, it fell straight on Jing Ruyu's body!She staggered back two steps, her face turned pale, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.Zixiao is a perfect cultivation base in the Dongxu stage, and he is an important and powerful person in the current world. His blow made Jing Ruyu, who was only in the Nascent Soul stage at that time, feel that his internal organs would be torn apart alive.

Jing Ruyu clutched her chest and let out a heavy groan. Standing in front of the steps, she slowly raised her head, facing the closed door, and said solemnly: "Zi Xiao, I thank you for your help all these years, so I tell you this. If you continue to be stubborn, I don’t think you will understand your mistake until you die.”

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said, "That's all I can say. From now on, I won't come to you again."

Jing Ruyu's dress got into the rain, and she stopped after taking two steps.

She looked down at Qingfeng on the ground, her jet-black eyelashes glinting in the rain, she remained silent.

Those green maples were knocked down to the ground by the rain, paved a long road, whirling and fluttering with the wind, heading towards the irreversible past, towards the old hometown.

Jing Ruyu stood in the rain, her voice was as light as today's rain and fog: "Zi Xiao. If treating me as your sister can make you feel relieved, then so be it."

She smiled sarcastically, turned around in the green maple forest, and looked at the closed door.The blue dress is quietly falling, her appearance is heavenly, and the mole on the tip of her nose is the most wonderful stroke.

Jing Ruyu was silent for another moment, and said, "Brother, thank you."

Qingfeng curled up the soul thread of the old man, the next master of Fuhuamen's voice was very soft, as if he came from outside the world.

she says.

"Brother, I forgive you."

Brother, I forgive you.

Zi Xiao, who was sitting cross-legged inside the door, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Spiritual power scurrying around, internal strength counterattacking.

Blood splattered all over the house!

He propped his hands on the mat, his black hair let out, covering his ferocious face.For a long time, in the quiet room, there was only crazy and hoarse panting, accompanied by a desperate and painful laugh, as if he was insane.

The window that he had just opened was rattled by the wind.

A piece of green maple was blown through the window from the outside and landed on the back of his hand.

The fluttering leaves carry the damp rain.

Zi Xiao's teeth trembled, and he looked at the leaf.The edge of the maple leaf is sharp and uneven, like a thin knife, carving scars on his soul that will never be erased forever.

My parents gave me Qingfeng roots, but I don't remember how many times Qingfeng fell.

At that time, there were flowers on the business cards, but now they are dusty.

Yan Qing also read Zi Xiao's life, and then realized that the knife he used was not a sword.

In the prison before, every word of Zixiao was full of anger and coercion, which made people's ears numb. Yan Qing only thought it was a violent old man.Although the facts have proved that Zixiao is indeed a violent old man—evil like the wind, furious and ferocious, but if it weren't for the past in this cave, no one knows what kind of burden is hidden behind those anger.

Such a person... What kind of mood did he have before he died, to give Bai Xiaoxiao the token and the skills?

While Yan Qing was distracted, Xie Shiyi had already walked straight forward.

He hurriedly ran forward with no ambition: "Hey Immortal Venerable, walk slowly, wait for me!"

Xie Shiyi didn't have the slightest interest in Zixiao's love and hatred during his lifetime.

Even Yan Qing felt that, even in the confrontation in the rain just now, Xie Shiyi's gaze was just scrutinizing Jing Ruyu indifferently.When hearing the fire in the Xuanji Hall of Fuhuamen, Xie Shiyi seemed to smile, very lightly, the meaning was unclear.But that distant smile was fleeting.

Xie Shiyi's emotions towards these two people may not have been as much as when he asked him a question just now.

"Xianzun, where are we going?"

When Xie Shiyi said "investigate this matter", it was really just an investigation.

After crushing countless memories of Zixiao, he finally stopped on a palace of bright mirrors.

He is the leader of the Immortal League, the leader of the trial and killing.He is not a righteous chivalrous man who roams the world, nor is he a passionate monk with an ancient way of life. He will sigh for a while and stay for this when he sees the love and hatred of the deceased.

Xie Shiyi's so-called seeking the truth may not be the truth about Zi Xiao's death, but the truth he wanted.

Yan Qing maintained his avatar and followed behind him, realizing that he must have reached the end of his memories.

Before Zixiao died.

I don't know how many hundreds of years have passed, but the girl in the Nascent Soul stage has now become the master of the Fuhua Sect in the Transformation Stage.

Jing Ruyu looked the same as before, she stood in the same green maple forest, and said with a smile: "Zi Xiao, long time no see."

The author has something to say:

My father and mother gave me green maple roots - from the poem on the pillar.