Originally wanted to be Xianjun's apprentice

The cold moon shines on a narrow path that only two people can pass, and beside it is the endless Jinsha River. The cold wind blows down clusters of reeds and blows up Xu Yan's empty sleeves.

He looked at the haggard figure of the old man, and thought about the possibility of pushing him into the river.

Actually very high.

Xu Yan put his hands on the old man, but suddenly remembered the pitiful things of his lonely life, and couldn't help but feel sad, so he knelt down and grabbed him and cried, "Grandpa, let me go... When I was growing up, I was trembling and fearful every day... Although my father seemed to be nice to me, he never gave me a name, didn't let me go to school, and didn't let me make friends, for fear that I would say a word to others... Until I only understood it when I saw the River God Temple!"

He didn't intend to cry at first, but he couldn't help feeling sad and aggrieved when he said it, "I can't be picked up by him, he just wanted to kill me to be a scapegoat for his son!"

He took another two steps, hugged the old man's leg and cried, "Grandpa, I don't blame you for not telling me about the river god, but I don't want to die... Please, please, just because I saved you For your sake, pretend you haven't seen me today..."

Hearing this, the old man trembled and picked him up, crying and saying that he had suffered, and that his grandfather didn't know these things. Run quickly, Grandpa will help him to block what happens, all kinds of words are very sincere...

Xu Yan relaxed.

Unexpectedly, the old man secretly stuffed a sachet in his bag while he was unprepared at night, and after a while, wild dogs from the village chased him out.

It turns out that the warm and affectionate couple in Lonely Night was just Xu Yan's wishful thinking.

When Xu Yan was beaten half dead and locked into the temple, he asked with tears, "Why did you kill me! I will have a woodcutter's son after I leave. Why can't you let me live?! I saved it anyway. Your life!"

The commoner man wiped his tears and said, "You are the only one who treats me well, I don't want you to leave here."

Xu Yan found it extremely ridiculous.

He said in despair, "I'm going to die..."

But the old man turned a deaf ear to it, and was so self-indulgent that he came to bring him food from time to time, as if he was visiting his own child, his own sustenance.

"Ha, ha, ha..." Xu Yan laughed wildly, interrupting the continuation of the memory.He pushed Shen Linyu away, spread his five fingers and smashed the heart of the commoner man on the ground, "Wolf-hearted!"

Shen Linyu stopped him.

Xu Yan said sullenly: "It's too late for Xianjun, I've already skinned and dismantled the man, and killed him cleanly!"

He originally had the heart to die, and planned to lose his soul and not hand over his memory to these sanctimonious gods.But when Shen Linyu touched his forehead, all his spells were banned, and even suicide was just a dream.

The only thing that can be used is the dream control technique.

He treats a dead horse as a living horse doctor, no matter how bad it is, he will add some trouble to the fairy.

Unexpectedly, he pulled out and trapped Shen Linyu in his memory.

Are all dreams controlled by the nightmare magic?Xu Yan didn't have time to think about it, so he could only cherish this hard-won opportunity.

The situation is urgent, and he faces two choices:

One is to flee in a hurry, and the other is to take revenge.

Xu Yan chose the latter.

For him, living has lost the fun, killing enemies is his only purpose.

He cursed viciously, "No one in Jinhe town deserves to live!"

Shen Linyu silenced him.

Xu Yan regarded death as home, and looked at him without fear.

The twilight is silent, and the moon is as cool as water.

Shen Linyu looked at him, and the picture coincided with the memory just now. He saw that during the year Xu Yan was imprisoned in the temple, he used blood to support the river god day and night, and there were blood holes all over his body. Convulsing and writhing in pain, trying to commit suicide...

Now it is also riddled with holes, but the young man is indifferent.

Is it not painful?Still had already given up hope.

Shen Linyu only felt that there was a blunt knife in his heart, slowly cutting his flesh and blood.

He couldn't help but think of Xu Yan when he was a child. He was bullied, but he still had a clear mind and looked forward to "blowing all the wild sand until we reach gold."

It's just that the sinister human heart and the injustice of the world crushed his hard-won belief.

Who is Xu Yan?

He walked forward slowly, stretched out his tender hand to caress Xu Yan's gloomy face, wiped off the blood on his profile, and said softly, "I'm sorry."

It is the gods who have no ears, and cannot hear the mournful cries of the world.

Then the long sword came out of its sheath and pierced Xu Yan's heart.

Blood stains covered Shen Linyu's clothes like plum blossoms, this time he did not recite the formula for purification.

……

Ten years later, Fengxian City.

A carriage inlaid with eight treasures, gold and jade slowly stopped in front of the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain. The wife of the castellan lifted the golden brocade curtain and got out of the carriage stepping on the servant's back. Go to the thatched cottage.

Just about to bow for the second time, the slender jade hands supported her, "Ma'am, I can't bear it."

The lady of the city lord raised her eyes, lost her mind for a moment.For ten years, this person's appearance has not changed at all. Even if she has seen all the beauties in the world, she will still be amazed by this person's appearance every time.

And this person was Shen Linyu.

"Ten years ago, I was abducted because of my child, and I lost my heart and soul. If I hadn't been enlightened by the immortal head and conceived him to be reincarnated, I'm afraid I would still be a crazy woman, and my house would be hard to live in. How could the elder's kindness to my family be as great as a mountain? It's these hypocrisy that can pay off." The wife of the city lord bowed and still wanted to worship again.

"Madam should be rewarded for her good deeds." Shen Linyu pressed her hand, and asked again: "I wonder if your son is doing well now?"

The lady of the city lord knew as soon as she heard that the Taoist priest has practiced for a hundred years like the blink of an eye, and he has forgotten the years again.

She said: "Nine years old, passed the imperial examination two months ago, and is now studying in the Imperial College."

"It's been nine years..." Shen Linyu's eyes were melancholy, and he counted again, "Young master's blessings are endless, and his future is boundless."

If someone else said this, it would be polite.

But if it comes from the mouth of the Taoist priest, it is fate.

The madam beamed with joy, and quickly thanked, "Thank you, Taoist priest, for your kind words. I personally made some snacks today, and I hope the elder will not dislike you."

When Shen Linyu heard it, his eyes lit up, but he waved his hands hypocritically, "Forging good karma and accumulating virtue, this is what we should do."

"The immortal head is famous for thousands of miles now, with tens of thousands of followers, it is hard to find a fairy body." The lady said with a smile: "If you are really sorry, and you can get one as a gift from the elder relatives, then you are a blessed girl."

"The world looks good." Shen Linyu's beautiful crescent eyebrows frowned, then squatted down and picked up a handful of soil, randomly squeezed it into the shape of a white tiger in his hands, handed it to the city owner's wife, and said, "I don't know if the fairy body is immortal or not." No matter whether you are noble or humble, as long as you are sincere, even a pinch of dirt can reveal spirits."

Madam took it respectfully, and sent the snacks.

Shen Linyu wanted to stop her, but his wife raised her eyebrows slightly, and hinted in a low voice, "There is sweet-scented osmanthus cake."

Shen Linyu's face turned red, calm as a quail.

Thinking of him being a god, he was being manipulated to death by a weak woman like this.

On the way down the mountain, the servants held the clay sculpture fairy body above their heads in awe.

Suddenly the wheels of the car were knocked down by a boulder, and the car body shook violently. The boy eagerly hugged the fairy body, and when it stabilized, he nervously brushed off the empty dust on the fairy body with his cuff.

Seeing him like this, the new coachman from the outer city frowned contemptuously, and couldn't help muttering, "That quack magician squeezed the dust a couple of times and made a few nonsense words to trick ignorant women and children into worshiping day and night. A man who is running around for his life and working hard, also believes in these ridiculous rumors of gods and ghosts..."

"Hush!" Before he could finish speaking, the other servants covered their mouths together and scolded harshly: "You can also slander the Tiger Immortal!"

The servant looked around, "You guys from outside the city don't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth!"

The coachman snorted, "What's the trick, you just talk about it."

"Ten years ago, the tiger fairy entrusted Mrs. Meng, saying that the young master died and would be reincarnated as a human being. If the madam wants to continue the relationship, she must do the same thing in the next two days."

The coachman pulled the rein and curled his lips, "These nonsense was only believed by the madam when she lost her soul! Even the matchmakers in my village know such fake tricks!"

"Hmph, something I don't know!" The boy said, "If it's really just a coincidence that she is pregnant, but when this child is born, the eyes and eyebrows are exactly the same, even..." The boy paused , sold a pass, and attracted everyone to question.

"Even every mole has the same position!"

The coachman was startled, "There are other things!"

"I've seen it with my own eyes, it's still fake!" The servant clapped his hands, "So far, everyone in Fengxian City has worshiped the Tiger Immortal, and they have almost responded to their requests. I advise you, go back and ask for the golden body, otherwise, just rely on your lies today , at least three years of bad luck!"

The coachman was skeptical and scratched his head, "That Taoist looks like a delicate young man, why did he give himself the name of Huxian, it's against harmony..."

"You don't know about that," the servant covered his lips with his hands, and said in a low voice, "Huxian actually has someone else..."

……

Shen Linyu was in a turmoil, with a round belly after eating, and sighed, "The wife of the city lord is a famous chef, and this skill is even inferior to the general's mansion!"

He yawned again, feeling angry, rolled on the couch, and fell into a deep sleep.

But it was an uneasy feeling.

Shen Linyu dreamed of a pitch-black night, with the cold wind blowing over the sea of ​​pines and forests. He walked in at a loss, and there was a young man covered in wounds in his arms. heart.

Shen Linyu's long eyelashes trembled, and the inexplicable pain penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

Even though ten years have passed, even though countless dreams come back, the grief of this scene is still engraved deep in his soul like a brand.

Thunder blasted through the night, tore through the sky, and the torrential rain came down without warning, drenching leaves and trees, and beasts howling.

The bloodstains on the boy's body were washed out of color, and his silent body became cold and stiff. Shen Linyu opened his blurred eyes from the rain, and stretched out his pale hands to close the boy's shocking eyes.

Then he drew his long sword from his chest and opened the gate of Fengdu Ghost City.

"pain!"

Shen Linyu was suddenly awakened from the dream, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a piece of snow-white fluffy hair with black stripes, like a hill, trembling up and down, and there were two small shell-like ears on the top, Standing straight up, full of blood.

Looking at it again, a pair of huge round black eyes were wrinkled, staring at him humiliatingly and fiercely, but this white tiger is still a half-sized cub, no matter how cruel it is, its momentum is weakened by the soft fur. Teach him to soften his heart into a puddle of spring water.

If it weren't for the two half-foot-long fangs stuck firmly on his chest.

Everything is wonderful.

Shen Linyu stayed where he was.

Seeing him open his eyes, the white tiger shrank his pupils, locked his neck with its thick long tail, then suddenly turned over and came in front of him, opened its bloody mouth, and let out a raging tiger roar.

"You, unexpectedly, dare, general, me, change, become, white, tiger!"

Xu Yan.

It's Xu Yan!

Shen Linyu's eyes turned red, ignoring the pain, he stretched out his arms to hug the white tiger tightly, and shouted in surprise, "You finally woke up!"

The white tiger was pressed to his chest, and when he heard that he was furious, he still had the face to say it!

He thought that after passing through the sinister hearts of Jinhe Town, nothing could make him make waves again, but he didn't expect that he could be trampled like this!

The white tiger showed five sharp nails, and planed randomly at Shen Linyu's slender neck.

"Ah!" Shen Linyu exhaled in pain.

Bai Hu had planned to cut off all his nails, but he didn't expect to cut five deep wounds on Shen Linyu's neck, even the flesh inside was turned out, bleeding profusely.

how come……

He dully looked at the bright red blood on his white fluffy paws, and was stunned.

"Xianjun, where is your immortal energy body protection?"

The author says:

So, what's wrong with being a tiger?