Originally wanted to be Xianjun's apprentice

The dense fog was endless, and this time Xu Yan could no longer hear the so-called bell.

He roared anxiously and violently, but the thick fog dispersed and gathered, gathered and dispersed again, and it was useless at all.

He couldn't help but think of Zihei Spider's words, "I want you to die and one to be injured, and you will never see each other in this life!"

He shrunk the ground to an inch in fear, and galloped thousands of miles with the body of a fierce tiger.

But still in a fog.

The fog seemed tasteless and harmless, but it could numb the nerves. Xu Yan was half-slumped and gasping for air.

How should he save Xianjun.

If one is destined to die and the other to be injured, then he will do it.

He thrust his palm into his chest without any hesitation.

Blood splashed several feet in an instant.

Xu Yan's meridians were broken in pain, but he still smiled and fell to the ground.

When he woke up again, he was not injured at all.

Xu Yan pulled out his soul, rolled on the ground in pain, he smashed it with his palm, and disappeared.

When I woke up, it was as usual.

He didn't believe in evil, spit out a sea of ​​fire, and jumped deeply.

When I woke up again, it was intact.

He clearly understood that death refers to Shen Linyu.

Xu Yan was really scared now.

He hacked like crazy, running around tirelessly, but the dense fog would not give him any response.

After some time, Xu Yan felt that he had gone crazy.

The news that Shen Linyu would die haunted him like a shadow, strangled him, and made him fearful, sleepless, and irritable all day long.

What was even more painful was that he began to have hallucinations, seeing the different ways of death of Shen Linyu, and he always re-experienced these on himself, trying to offset the pain Shen Linyu experienced.

"I want you to die and the other to be injured, and you will never see each other in this life!"

"To shut up!"

Xu Yan became obsessed, fighting against the thick fog until he was exhausted, and his dantian squeezed out the last trace of spiritual power.

Xu Yan couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

When he opened his eyes again, the fog was thick and gloomy, but in front of him was a beautiful man, his almond eyes were slightly drooping, his eyebrows were curved, his familiar face was radiant and bright, the blue hair that reached the ground was scattered randomly, and he was still wearing a loose shirt. The blue cloud shirt, the hand stroked his soft head and the shiny back, everything was so quiet and beautiful, as gentle as water.

Even the dense fog would let him go.

No longer let him relive those hellish nightmares, but let him lie so happily in the arms of Xianjun.

"You're awake." There was a hint of joy in Shen Linyu's voice.

Xu Yan couldn't help turning over, raised his limbs and hugged his neck, kept rubbing his fluffy head against him, and said with red eyes, "Xianjun, I miss you so much."

I can't ask for more.

As long as you are all right.

Shen Linyu was flattered, and patted him on the back and joked embarrassingly: "I should make you suffer a little more, so that I know I'm fine!"

Bai Hu nodded and rubbed against him, very clingy.

Shen Linyu was delighted to be intimated by the big cat, and was very happy.

But half an hour later, he didn't think so anymore, "Xu Yan, do your hands grow on my neck?"

As if the white tiger had never heard of it, it hooked his neck and purred softly. Its huge body wrapped itself around Shen Linyu's body like a snake, and he gained a moment of peace that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Shen Linyu pulled him down, and just two meters away, he was swooped down by the white tiger.

Shen Linyu thought she was being attacked.

Unexpectedly, the white tiger just hung its furry hands back around his neck, and its long, fluffy tail fawned.

Shen Linyu was a little helpless.

I used to hate ghosts, but now I am clingy.

This dense fog is strange and poisonous, how could it turn a weird person with eyes above the top into this coquettish and shameless appearance.

"Xu Yan, you are so heavy." Shen Linyu held his forehead and said to the big head next to his ear, "I haven't found the gold and silver bells yet, so don't delay."

Xu Yan's nerves had been paralyzed for too long, and he could only notice half a sentence when he was obedient.

heavy?

He thought about it slowly, and then jumped down from under Shen Linyu.

Before Shen Linyu's gratified smile ended, the white tiger bit Tsing Yi and threw it on the tiger's back.

Shen Linyu was a little dazed sitting on the tiger's back. Damn, happiness came too suddenly.

He...he actually owns...a mount...

He looked at the white tiger rubbing his head against his palm and imagined for a while, that when Xu Yan was promoted to immortality, he would ride the majestic Xu Yan, swagger through the city, and dominate the infinite sky!

No more drooling at the Taotie of the God of War, the crane of Yuelao, or the phoenix of Sword Immortal.

Shen Linyu touched his neck and rubbed against his neck.

"Sure enough, it was the right decision to give up the owl in the forest and choose the white tiger!"

Xu Yan raised his head in doubt.

"I didn't say anything." Shen Linyu covered her mouth in embarrassment, "Oh, hurry up and move forward, I heard the Wuxin bell ringing."

The word "Wuxinling" hurt Xu Yan, he roared angrily and scratched the ground, Shen Linyu hurriedly rubbed his soft jaw, and then he calmed down.

Shen Linyu closed his eyes and listened to the wind blowing the flowers. As soon as he pointed the direction with his hand, Xu Yan immediately arrived at the destination.

Works great.

No wonder gods want mounts.

In a short while, Shen Linyu saw a golden fog heart bell in the gray-green fog. He opened his hand slightly, and the bell obediently flew into his hand, ringing crisply.

Baihu was restless again.

Shen Linyu jumped down, sat on the ground, let the white tiger lie on his lap and smoothed his hair, and held the fog heart bell with the other hand, and after chanting a mantra, he saw a series of bells ringing in the fog, like a melody .

Shen Linyu quietly covered Xu Yan's chubby ears.

In an instant, the silver fog heart bell also flew into Shen Linyu's palm.

The thick fog dissipated, revealing a suddenly bright world.

Startled, Baihu suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Linyu in a daze.

All this is actually true.

The fresh, warm, and beautiful person in front of him is actually Shen Linyu.

Baihu's nose was sore, and all kinds of feelings came to his heart.

He threw himself into Shen Linyu's arms, trembling uncontrollably.

Good thing he's still here.

"Grandfather, what's wrong with you?"

Shen Linyu sighed, "I've always heard that Wu Xinling can make a lover's world become closer, but I never heard that it can also become a sticky candy..."

Xu Yan was relieved for a long time before returning rationally, and buried his head in a muffled voice, "How did Xianjun find me in the dense fog?"

Shen Linyu thought he was dumbfounded by the thick fog, and after hearing his voice, he said in relief: "It's just Wu Xinling, I can even play with the red line casually at Yuelao's place."

"Elder Moon?"

"Well, Wu Xinling was made by Yue Lao, but almost no one uses it. Who would be willing to use half an inner alchemy to make this illusory ornament."

illusory……

Xu Yan's eyes darkened. If he didn't have inner alchemy, he would have had it cut right now.

He could no longer bear the days of watching Xianjun take risks.

Shen Linyu picked up the gold and silver bells, "It's a pity, a mandarin duck couple, but they have to go astray."

"Hey—" Shen Linyu exclaimed.

Xu Yan snatched the gold and silver bells with one palm, and regardless of pulling Shen Linyu's hands like a pool of moonlight, he tied a golden mist heart bell on his thin wrist, tied the silver one himself, and shook it twice vigorously. No sound was found.

Shen Linyu was amused, "Stupid not stupid, the fairy artifact must be driven by magic!"

He recited a sentence.

A crisp voice sounded.

Xu Yan felt that there seemed to be a transparent thread connecting him and Shen Linyu.

Xu Yan knew the curse by heart, and felt very at ease.

Seeing that he had had enough fun, Shen Linyu wanted to take it off.

Xu Yan gritted his teeth.

"It's okay, why bring this? Although the curse is broken now, it's strange."

Xu Yan lowered his tone, "I don't want to find Xianjun again."

Shen Linyu's heart warmed, and the white-eyed wolf finally had a heart!

Touching his head, he said, "The Immortal Monarch has a high level of Taoism, so how could he lose it?"

Xu Yan raised his head and looked at him, and said after a long time, "So, why was Xianjun caught by a monster in the out-of-body period."

The realm of cultivating immortals is divided into Qi training, foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying, leaving the body, Mahayana, and transforming gods.

One realm short is crushing strength, not to mention the distance between the out-of-body and the true god is more than a hundred and eight thousand miles.

Shen Linyu was dumbfounded.

Touching the thin sweat on the tip of his nose, he changed the topic and said, "Kunpeng hasn't thought of a way to deal with it yet, so don't worry about these little details."

Xu Yan refused to let go, and asked aggressively: "Or, what did Xianjun do in the ghost city to make me alive?"

"Could it be that the hundreds of lives I've killed can be easily written off?"

His voice trembled, and the white claws wrinkled Shen Linyu's shirt.

"Xianjun, why did you have no spiritual power before?"

Every word was like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, echoing in Shen Linyu's ears.

He couldn't help but think of the day when he broke into the ghost town alone, the endless flowers on the other side, the whispers of howling ghosts and wolves, and Granny Meng's bitter admonition.

At that time, there was the murmur of the Wangchuan River, and the cold wind was noisy in the ghost town.

Meng Po said: "This boy has committed a lot of crimes. According to reason, he should enter the No. 18 Avi Hell, be whipped by ghosts, and accumulate tens of thousands of merits to wash away his sins, re-enter the Six Realms, and transform into a human form."

He asked: "What is the whipping of ghosts?"

"Weave the resentment of the dead soul into a whip and beat it on the victim. Although no scars can be seen, it is as powerful as thunder from the sky. Ordinary people can't resist three whips, and monks can't resist 72 whips." Meng Po said: "He innocently killed 270 whips. Human life deserves 270 lashes."

There was the sound of all the ghosts gasping for air.

"Xianjun, he can't make it through." Po Meng sighed.

"I come."

"No!" Po Meng didn't expect the entanglement between the two of them to be so deep, and she stopped it cautiously: "Even if the fairy is a god, the pain will not die, but every time you whip it, it will be ten years of cultivation. Now the fairy He's only three thousand years old, why bother, why bother for someone we met by chance..."

"Needless to say, I owe him."

Meng Po was dumb, and sighed for evil fate.

Shadow whip...

She couldn't help but said: "The whipping of ghosts doesn't happen overnight. From then on, forever and ever, every three days of Ghost Festival, Xianjun will be like ten thousand ants gnawing away at his bones, dying of pain..."

Po Meng's mind was very complicated, and she asked: "So, Xianjun still wants to go his own way?"

And Shen Linyu had already taken off his green shirt, revealing a smooth back.

"Thank you, Meng Po."

The author says:

I wish you Jimei, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!