This seat is still alive and kicking today

01. This seat is alive

When Leng Yiran opened his eyes, he found that someone was taking off his clothes.

The word "off" is actually a bit polite, to be precise, it is tearing.

The man sat on his waist, with his head down, unable to see his face clearly, only a dirty and messy head was exposed, and his body was full of a bad smell, which was very unpleasant.

Judging from the weight on his waist, this person should not be very old.

Leng Yiran squinted his eyes and looked at the head shaking in front of his eyes. This person's fingers were cold and covered with chilblains. He didn't look like a disciple, but a beggar looking for clothes.

Leng Yiran had just woken up, his limbs were sore and limp, and he had no strength at all. He lay quietly, not moving his hands or feet, only moving his mouth: "You took off my clothes, what do I wear? Naked/running is not elegant. "

As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse and cracked. Leng Yiran couldn't help but frowned. How long has it been since he drank water?

Hearing the sound, the person who was struggling with the clothes on Leng Yiran's body suddenly raised his head. He seemed to be stunned, but stared at Leng Yiran's face without moving.

Leng Yiran finally saw clearly the face of the person on top of him. It was a boy, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, thin and small.Leng Yiran said in his heart that he is really a little beggar.

The little beggar suddenly met Leng Yiran's eyes, and was still a little dazed. After a while, he screamed "Ghost!" and fell off Leng Yiran's body.Because of his panic, the little beggar overturned the charcoal basin beside the bed.

The charcoal fire had long been extinguished, and the dust flew all over the room, making it very choking.

Covering his mouth and nose with his hand, Leng Yiran coughed, and said, "You are the one who molested me, so it should be my name."

The little beggar shrank into a corner in fright, clutching his head and trembling.

Leng Yiran sat up, feeling dizzy for a while, he stood up after a while, and found that he was in a strange room, but it was clean and tidy.

Just thinking about where this is, the little beggar suddenly knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing: "Forgive me, I didn't harm you, you were already dead when I came, I just wanted to borrow your clothes ..."

die?

Leng Yiran raised his eyebrows slightly, logically speaking, he was indeed dead.

The little beggar was still kowtowing, his head hit the ground, making a thumping sound, and said coldly, "What month is it today?"

The little beggar stammered, "December... the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month."

"Jing Zheng is 23 years old?"

The little beggar turned even paler, shook his head, and stammered: "No... no, it's... the 28th year of Jingzheng."

Leng Yi suddenly let out a sigh, he has been dead for five years.

Tsk, it really annoys me to be woken up suddenly after being dead for so many years.But since he is alive, he can no longer shoot himself to death and bury him in the coffin.

and……

Leng Yiran lowered his eyes and looked at the hands on his knees. This body was not his, and he knew it from the moment he opened his eyes.He had been dead for five years, and to the extent that the people in Xianmen hated him, his body would have been crushed to ashes long ago, not even scum left.

In his current situation, is he resurrecting his soul with a dead body?

Originally, I only saw it in books, but I didn't expect such a bizarre thing to happen to me.

Leng Yiran took a look around. In addition to the smell of carbon ash, the room was also mixed with a strong medicinal fragrance. Obviously, the owner of this body died of illness.

It was a bargain for him.

At this moment, the stomach of the little beggar who was kneeling on the ground groaned, Leng Yi lowered his head, glanced at the little beggar, and said, "I am also a little hungry."

The little beggar didn't know what to think, and his face turned paler. Before he could scream again, Leng Yiran opened the door and walked out.

The sky outside the door was dark, heavy snow was flying, and Leng Yiran's footsteps stopped for a while. In such a cold day, it's no wonder that little beggar wanted to strip the dead man's clothes.In this weather, if you don't wear more, you will really freeze to death.

Leng Yiran wrapped the ragged cotton jacket tightly around her body, turned around and took a look at the place where she was.Although the house is a thatched house, it is not bad for shelter from wind and rain, and there is a separate small kitchen next to it.

Leng Yiran opened the curtain and went in, turned around and only found a few cold steamed buns in the iron pan. The steamed buns were frozen like stones, just looking at them made Leng Yiran feel a toothache.

Leng Yiran stared at the cold pot and cold stove for a while, then turned and entered the bedroom.Sure enough, the little beggar hadn't left yet.

It's getting dark, and in such a cold day, the little beggar's clothes are thin, and he will surely die if he goes out. It's better to stay here, after all, he looks very gentle as a "ghost".

Fairly smart.

Leng Yiran evaluated the little beggar in his heart, he turned his head to the little beggar in the corner: "Come here."

Leng Yiran brought the little beggar to the woodshed and said, "Work."

The little beggar was puzzled at first, but his eyes lit up when he saw the steamed buns placed by the stove.He lit the fire quickly, and when the water in the tank froze, he went out and shoveled snow into the pot.

Soon, the water boiled, and the hard steamed buns became soft.

The little beggar didn't think the steamed buns that were just out of the pan were too hot, he hugged the steamed buns while breathing, and started to eat them hungrily.

Leng Yiran slowly tore off the cracked and moldy steamed buns, then turned to ask the little beggar who was huddled on the threshold: "What's the name of this place?"

The little beggar was startled, and choked on the steamed buns in his mouth. Finally, he grabbed the snow and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowed the steamed buns in his mouth with difficulty, and then replied: "Chen...Chenjiacun."

Leng Yiran asked again: "Are there any big towns nearby?"

While the little beggar was making steamed buns, Leng Yiran carefully observed the place.This is a remote village, there are not many families at all, and even a few thatched houses were collapsed by the wind and snow, looking like they have been abandoned for a long time.

The little beggar thought for a while, then pointed in one direction and said, "Walk north for three days, and you will be in Yundu."

"Yundu." Hearing the familiar name, Leng Yiran lost his mind for a moment, as if caught in some kind of memory, after a while he smiled and said: "That's a good place."

The little beggar secretly looked at Leng Yiran's face, buried his head in the bread, and dared not say a word.

Barely filling his stomach, Leng Yiran spent half a day looking through the house. Judging from the calligraphy and paintings piled up on the table and the unfinished medicine, the owner of the body he is using now is a famous scholar. Unfortunately, I had a stubborn illness and couldn't survive this winter in the end.

Mentioning scholar is always inseparable from the word "poor and poor". Leng Yiran only found a few copper coins, and his savings are really not much, and he can't last for a few days.Although he lived with the body of a scholar, his body is weak and needs to be taken care of.

He needs money.

Leng Yiran rested in the thatched cottage for a whole day, and when the wind and snow stopped, he packed his bags and set off.His goal is clear, to the north, that is the direction to Yundu.

Along the way, Leng Yiran was hitchhiking, riding in horse-drawn carts, ox carts, and donkey carts. Although he was tired, he had never had such a leisurely moment in his life for a long time, and he thought it was quite good.

The hatred in the previous life engulfed him and moved forward, but now the hatred has been avenged, the grievances are over, and if he lives a new life, maybe he can be himself.

Leng Yiran was lying on the bullock cart, the sun was shining down through the snow-covered branches in winter, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and hummed a tune happily.Leng Yiran did not enter Yundu City, but went to Lingyun Peak outside the city.

Lingyun Peak is straight/plunging into the sky, and Tiandaozong, which is admired by all immortal cultivators all over the world, is located on the top of the mountain.

Leng Yiran went straight to the northern foot of Lingyun Peak, where there was a cave halfway up the mountain.It took him some work to climb up, sweating profusely in such cold weather.

Leng Yiran panted and sat on the ground to rest. He looked down at his palms. This body has no spiritual power, which is really unaccustomed.He wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking at the cave surrounded by dead vines and weeds, he was rarely in a daze.

In the past, he was hunted down by Tiandaozong and the entire immortal sect, and it was only by hiding here that he escaped.

The most dangerous place is also the safest place. Those people never dreamed that he would hide under their noses.

Leng Yiran cut off the withered vines with the dagger he carried with him, and when his fingers touched the barrier at the entrance of the cave, he remembered that he liked this place very much, and set up a barrier when he left, which meant that this was his territory.

Although the body Leng Yiran is using now has no spiritual power, but the soul is still his own, this restriction has no effect on him.

Leng Yiran put away the dagger and stepped into the cave.

Beds, desks and other things in the cave are all available, like a small living room, elegant and exquisite.

If it weren't for this body being too weak to carry it on his shoulders, and he was in urgent need of money, he would never have come to this place.Leng Yiran only wanted to try his luck at first, and didn't want to hide here. After so many years, no one has discovered it.

Leng Yiran opened the wooden box next to the bed according to his memory, there were pieces of silver and some valuable treasures that he threw casually there.

While tidying up, he felt sorry for the things in his Demon Palace. Over the years, he had collected many treasures. After his death, those things must have been divided up by the Taoist people.

Suddenly, his movements stopped, and he saw a money bag lying on one side of the box, with the word "cloud" embroidered with flying dragons and phoenixes on it with gold thread.

Leng Yiran held the money bag in his hand, it was heavy, if he was more frugal, the money would be enough for him to spend his whole life.

Without warning, a handsome face appeared in Leng Yiran's mind.Although they didn't deal with them on weekdays, when he was in trouble, it was that person who healed him.

Reunited a few years later, he invited that person to come here for a short talk for half a day.When he left, he stole the man's purse, which was considered a small prank, but he didn't expect too many things to happen later, so he forgot about it.Now that he has been dead for five years, the money bag has not been returned.

Leng Yiran sighed lightly, and put away the purse.After so many years, that person must have forgotten him long ago.

Things are not people.

Leng Yiran quickly recovered his mood. This is the territory of Tiandaozong. Although he has changed his body now, it would be hard to explain if he was caught here.

And he doesn't want to have anything to do with the people and things in his previous life, so it's better to leave this place quickly.

The moment Leng Yiran stepped into the cave, a pair of dark red eyes opened in a hall thousands of miles away.

That person's figure was like lightning, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in front of the cave halfway up the mountain at the northern foot of Lingyun Peak.

This person was dressed in black clothes, with a tall and straight figure, black hair like ink, but his face was as pale as paper. He looked at the cave in front of him, with a hint of excitement in his expression.

The man in black walked quickly into the cave, and after seeing traces of being turned inside the cave, his hands hanging by his sides clenched into fists.There was a morbid ecstasy in his eyes, and he murmured, "You're finally... back."

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