The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

This time node is not certain, Lin Shu roughly selected an interval based on the deduction results, and entered it with no regrets.

The scene changed again, and in the dizziness of spinning around, Lin Shu thought——it’s no wonder that Yuehua Xianjun wants to seal this mirror. Whether it is to change the past or glimpse the future, once it falls into the hands of a caring person, it can indeed turn into a sun and moon mirror. Reverse the scourge of that rank.

And the ins and outs of this mirror are now completely clear.

In ancient times, Huandang Mountain was the mountain and river connecting the heavens, the residence of the emperor of the immortal way, and there was an artifact "Shengsheng Creativity Platform", which controlled the lifeline of the world-once possessed, this level of artifact could turn the world upside down and control the world, dangerous extreme.Perhaps the Immortal Emperor back then destroyed it out of this consideration.

Many years later, Demon Lord Qingming was born—this is an out-and-out ruthless person, but also an amazing person with outstanding talent. Maybe he was looking for fun, maybe he wanted something, but he used the wreckage of the Creation Platform Refined into this "evil mirror platform" that runs through the past and the future.

Then, in order to prevent disasters from happening, the upright Immortal Yuehua drew his sword and wanted to kill Qingming Demon Lord for Tian Xingdao and destroy the Nie Jingtai—this may be the beginning of the entanglement between the two.Later, maybe it was a chance meeting, or maybe it was sympathy, but in short, it didn't kill you, but a step of compromise. Immortal Yuehua sealed the side of the mirror, making it unable to function.

After controlling the Nie Jingtai, Lin Shu really understood the context of time and cause and effect, and knew the composition of this world in a higher dimension.

However, he learned about it in this way. The reason why the Great Witch created the Land of Elysium many years ago was also the same—how did the Great Witch know?

There was a vague uneasiness in his heart, but he couldn't tell what it was, so he stabilized his mind and landed with a clear conscience.

The sun in June is very prosperous.

The mirror floated faintly beside him.

He chose the time point, but he didn't know how to choose the location, presumably it was decided by the mirror itself.

This mirror penetrates cause and effect and bears luck. Since it brings me to a specific place, it must be because something is happening in this place that will affect future karma.

Lin Shu looked around at the tall eaves, the radiant glazed tiles, and the palace people walking in an orderly manner, and found that this place was indeed the imperial city of Nanxia.

He was leading Wugui, and it was difficult to move around, but fortunately, Wugui was considered sensible at this time, and entered the Qingming Cave by himself.

Lin Shu pinched an invisibility spell, and gradually approached the queen's residence, and heard two messages from the palace maid on the way.

First, the little Highness was born, His Majesty's first child, a little princess.

Second, His Majesty is seriously ill and is in critical condition. His Majesty, who was subdued to Jiangnan, heard the news, and was in a hurry to come.

The little princess...it must be Ling Fengxiao.

This was when Ling Fengxiao first came into the world.

An indescribable feeling filled Lin Shu's heart. He felt that his heart was very soft, and he couldn't help but want to laugh, but at the same time, he was very sad.

He took a few deep breaths, and came to the periphery of the queen's bedroom—with his cultivation, he would not be found anywhere in the world.

The queen and the owner of the Phoenix Villa retreated from the crowd and were discussing secretly.

The owner's tone was very anxious: "Although he has concealed his real body and is tight, but this phoenix's blood is messing up... the child is about to die."

The Queen's voice was still weak after giving birth: "The famous doctors in the world can't help it. It is rumored that the ancestors of my villa were also pregnant with phoenix blood...how did they survive?"

"The blood of the phoenix is ​​extremely yang. This child is a boy, and the situation is much more serious than that of the ancestors. A few days ago, you often had severe pain in your abdomen. I have checked the classics. Yin and yang are harmonious, and ice and coal breathe together. With the help of Qi, the blood of the Phoenix can be dealt with. The ancestors became Taoist companions with Yijiange Xianjun, so they live a long life... But Jiange hides from the world and does not receive outside news at all. None of the envoys I sent can enter the gate of Jiange. "

The empress seemed to sigh, and there was a bit of crying in her voice: "My Feng'er..."

"Jinmei, you're confused again, this is your newborn son, not Feng'er."

The queen didn't talk to him, but just had a taste: "We need to find a way before your majesty returns. Sister, this matter has to start with Jiange..."

Lin Shu stood outside the door, the wind was strong, and the bright red begonia petals fell all over the ground.

He looked at the withered residual red, and recalled the person in the causal mirror.

Among the peach blossoms all over the mountain, there is a person wearing Tsing Yi with a wooden hairpin.

He looked at the clothes on his body—you can think about people when you look at things, and white clothes always reminded him of Xiao Shao who loves to look at white clothes. Two years ago, he changed to light green robes.

White clothes should be worn with jade crowns, while green clothes should be worn with wooden hairpins.

Somehow, he seemed to be aware of it.

He knocked lightly on the door.

The owner's voice was full of murderous vigilance: "Who?"

Lin Shudao: "Jiange people."

"Jiange people?" He heard the queen call softly: "Sister, please hurry up."

Lin Shu was invited in.

The queen when she was young was very beautiful, but Lin Shu didn't have the heart to look at it.

At a glance, he saw a small, very small thing in the brocade quilt among the heavy bed curtains.

The eye sockets seemed a little wet, and the indescribable softness hit his soul again, and he subconsciously took a breath.

He carried the seal that symbolized the identity of the pavilion master and the keepsake of the Jiange Pavilion with him, which was enough to prove his identity to the queen.

"Pavilion Master," the Phoenix Villa Master said with sincere excitement and joy in his eyes, "Our child's Phoenix blood..."

"Pavilion Master," the queen's voice interrupted the owner of the Phoenix Villa, and said softly, "You have come all the way from a long distance, do you have something important to do?"

Since she gave this opportunity, Lin Shu knew what to say and how to do it, even if she couldn't speak anymore: "I have a request from Guishanzhuang."

"My lord said, my sister and I will do our best." The queen said softly.

"Your Highness's bloodline, I can help you with the true energy of the sword pavilion," Lin Shu began to talk nonsense with his expressionless face, "I'm looking for you and the master of Phoenix Villa because I understand the sword technique, which means 'nirvana' , I can’t figure it out, and I want to take a look at the ancient books related to the villa and the ancient phoenix.”

Anyway, Jiange people are addicted to swords like their lives, as we all know.

He couldn't show the feather to these two, for fear that they would recognize it as something from his own villa.

The queen seemed to ponder for a moment: "This...of course it is possible, it's just my child's blood, can Xianjun really have a way?"

Lin Shu: "Maybe let me try next time."

The queen agreed.

But Her Royal Highness the princess is precious, even if she is a baby who has not been born for many days, how can outsiders see the whole picture, Lin Shu is full of love and affection, and finally only sees the queen's part of the snow-white, a little fat His little hand——I could only hear the slightly rapid breathing of this little thing inside the tent.

A golden longevity lock is wrapped around the wrist, which makes the skin more white.

Lin Shu gently held the tiny paw, which looked soft at first glance.

His heart was sore, his fingers trembled slightly, and he wanted to kiss this little paw, but the owner and queen were beside him, so he could only hold it tightly.

His meridians were abolished by himself, but fortunately there are still a few pills left in the bottle that can stimulate spiritual power.

He took the drug, drew his spiritual power into thin threads, and slowly sent it into the meridians of this little thing.

Spiritual power wandered away, calming the turbulent Phoenix blood, and Ling Fengxiao's rapid breathing became much more stable. Her small jade-like claws gently held Lin Shu's fingers back, making Lin Shu's heart itch a little.

However, the child's body is weak and his meridians are thin, so the amount of real energy he can bear is limited, and the blazing yang energy will continue to grow. He roughly estimates that this infusion of spiritual energy can last for four to five years.

After informing the two of the situation, they were very worried, asking what would happen in four or five years.

Lin Shu said that he would come again in four or five years.

——In short, he had three chances, and he wasn't afraid to make an extra trip, but he couldn't let this little phoenix, who was still a cub, be wronged.

The Queen seemed relieved, but she raised a new question—according to the classics, the older the child is, the more rampant the Phoenix bloodline will be. Simply sending spiritual power can't solve the problem, and other means are needed—she cited the ancestor of the Phoenix example, and then there was a hint of hope in his voice: "Great God of Labor, my sister and I are very grateful...but 20 years later, what should we do? The little girl begged the fairy, if there are children of the right age in Jiange, can you , can you..."

Her voice became embarrassing: "I also know that this is a delusion, but as a mother, I really care about my child. If I can form a good marriage with your noble, my son will be spared the pain of blood, and I... can feel relieved If the fairy can allow me, it doesn’t matter if all the books in the villa are given to the fairy. The property and land of the villa, if the fairy needs it, will also be given to the fairy. The whole villa is grateful and will never forget it.”

Lin Shu: "..."

He finally understood what the queen meant.

The central idea, I want to reserve a Taoist companion for my son who can solve the blood problem. If you agree, I will show you the classics.

According to the usual logic, for the sake of the sword, the Immortal of Jiange wanted the records of the ancient phoenix.The sword is the lifeblood of Jiange people, and she pinched the lifeblood of this fairy, and threatened Jiange to assign her son a Taoist companion for dual cultivation.

Lin Shu's lifeline is no longer the sword, but the sickly little Phoenix and the sickly chicken cubs left behind by the little Phoenix.

Therefore, even if there was a mistake, she still pinpointed Lin Shu's lifeline.

What can Lin Shu do?

No.

In order to see the Nirvana classics, he could only agree.

He just felt ridiculous.

The little fool didn't have any master at all, it was he, Lin Shu, who sold himself for a few classics.

After agreeing, the owner of the Phoenix Villa was very happy, and made a decisive decision without giving Lin Shu any chance to go back on his word: "Xianjun, if you agree, we will immediately sign the marriage contract."

Lin Shu: "..."

The sovereign of the Phoenix Manor took his acquiescence.

Dang even watched helplessly as the owner of the Phoenix Villa prepared a complete package for his future contract of sale.

The proprietor writes with a swipe of a pen.

Left and right are those clichés, such as "chicken and pigs live in the same company, live together in the hometown, make a good marriage early, and renew the old is better".

"The first daughter of the owner of the Phoenix Villa in Fuliang Prefecture, with..."

After writing this, the owner of the village got stuck and said: "I haven't asked Xianjun about his birthplace and name yet."

Lin Shu was already out of his wits: "My native place is Fujian."

"Minzhou..." the owner pursed his lips and wrote, then asked: "What is the name of the immortal?"

Lin Shu: "There is no name."

"People in the immortal way have always been named after their names..." The queen's soft voice came: "Could it be that the fairy despises us and doesn't want to reveal..."

Lin Shu quickly stopped her whimpering: "That's not the case."

"It's just that if you don't have a name, the marriage certificate will always be irregular, which will attract criticism from others. Where is the hometown of Xianjun? Or if there is a place you love, where you live all the year round, you only need to pick out a place name, and you can name it."

Lin Shu was a little at a loss.

He has no fixed residence, and no home to return to.

There are a few places that I like in my heart.

In the past, in the Shangling Academy, the bamboo garden where he lived with the eldest lady.In the territory of Beixia, a paradise of peach blossoms strayed into the deep mountains.There is also the Phoenix Villa that was finally covered in blood mist, and even the Peach Blossom Valley that Xiao Shao left for him in Bingzhou.

The reason why I like it is that Xiao Shao is here, and Xiao Shao spent many days here in peace, without the intrusion of the wind and rain in the world-in terms of its nature, it is all a paradise, and it is related to one person.

——This is also all his requirements and unattainable hopes for his destination in this life.

Xiao Shao said, if the east wind blows the peach blossoms and touches your skirt, that means I will come to see you.

He closed his eyes, knowing that he would eventually be dominated by unchangeable karmic fate.

He tried his best to avoid those two words, but at this moment, there were only two words in his mind.

He opened his mouth and said softly: "Taoyuan."

The proprietor slowly wrote.

Minzhou, Mr. Taoyuan.