I, the younger brother of King Zhou, lead the Taoist ancestors to do business

Zisheng wanted to forget these memories, but at this moment they kept churning in his mind, he lowered his head and moved his eyelashes.

Tiandao stood on a high place looking down on all this, he opened his hands and focused the white light in his palms.Suddenly, long and slender fingers grasped the white light, Tiandao opened his eyes slightly, and his expression changed.

Zisheng was reminiscing about his previous life, when suddenly there were purple hem at his feet.He was embraced in a familiar embrace, and as soon as he raised his head, countless scenes that he had never seen before flashed across his pupils...

In the last life, after he left, the country justified his name and people built a huge tomb for him.

I don't know who said that he likes water, so his tomb was built on the water, with a small path leading to the bank, and chrysanthemums were lined up on both sides of the bank.

It's just that fewer people gave him chrysanthemums, and more people gave him lotus flowers.Someone threw a handful of lotus seeds into the water, and the next year the lotus bloomed.

A woman came to the grave by stepping on the path. She took out the heat preservation box in her hand, which was full of small cakes.

She looked down at the name on the tombstone and said sadly: "I once blamed you for taking his life away. I thought about it for a long time until I saw your name on TV again. I flipped through a book my brother made. One wrong thing after another, and I found all the things you did on the Internet. I thought about it for a long time, and I probably figured it out. Live well there, if... If I could do it all over again, I would still keep you behind."

A fish smelled the scent and wanted to jump up. The woman smiled slightly when she saw it. She came to the shore with the food box in her hand, looked back at the tombstone and said, "Would you like to feed them?"

Zisheng's pupils reflected the woman's mouth shape, he nodded, and the woman seemed to sway when she saw the lotus flower closest to the tombstone.

She fed it with confidence.

When the woman left, there was an old half-burned photo in front of the tomb. It was a photo of Zisheng alone with the woman when he was young. In the photo, the little girl smiled brightly, and the little boy had a pair of crescent eyes.

The breeze blew, the lotus bloomed and withered, and a layer of ice formed on the lake.In the coming year, the ice melted and everything recovered, and more and more people came to see him.

Many of them were his elementary school classmates. There was a bottle of beer in front of his tomb, and the rest of them leaned in front of the tomb to drink happily. Everyone chatted about the past and how good life is now.

Some people got married, some got married, and some even had children...

"Do you still remember our elementary school building?" Someone said with his arms around the tombstone.

Everyone laughed and said, "That building has been built again! Our previous graffiti has also been reproduced!"

Zisheng pursed his lips, and there was more light in his eyes.

The elementary school students leaning against the tombstone saw a lotus flower swaying in front of them, as if they were as happy as them.

His tomb began to be remodeled in various ways, some things were moved in, some things were moved away, and his lotus pond alone was remodeled five or six times.

Until one day, a small sapling was planted next to his tomb. The sapling was a willow tree with long catkins.

A large number of sacrifices are placed in front of him every day, and sometimes the sacrifices are not taken away, so they become nutrients for this piece of soil.

As a result, the willow tree grew taller and taller, and gradually, the shade became denser and denser. Ten years later, it covered the entire tombstone tightly.

There are always people who worry that the willow will block the light of the tombstone and make the grave more humid.But gradually everyone discovered that since the willow tree was built, the tombstone seemed to have been wiped every day, not to mention mold, not even a speck of dust.

Everyone was just surprised. Later, no matter how much the cemetery was rebuilt, the willow tree was never touched again, and it even became the symbol of this place hundreds of years later.

It was obviously a long time, but in fact it was only for a moment, like waking up from a big dream, Zisheng's eyes became brighter.

Feeling the embrace on his body, the big stone in his heart fell completely, and he directly raised his head and kissed Hongjun's chin.

Hongjun stroked his long hair, and looked at Zisheng's hair, the warmth in his eyes suddenly disappeared and became cold, and the killing intent appeared just for a moment.

Hongjun shook the young man's shoulder, but the bones of his hand were supporting him, preventing the young man from feeling his strength.

He smiled lightly, his eyes flashed sharply, the coldness gradually disappeared, and gradually became gentle again.

He brushed the young man's hair, then suddenly lowered his head and kissed him.

Zisheng's lip was bitten suddenly, and he was a little caught off guard, but he, who has always been well-behaved, still responded enthusiastically to his Taoist companion.

The two kissed for a long time before Hongjun let go. He whispered in the young man's ear, "You and I have been together for a long time, it's time to form a bond."

"Ah?" Zisheng was taken aback, but his face turned red.

Hongjun said to the young man: "After the contract is formed, you and I will have each other's marks, and we can't be intimate with others, otherwise the other person will know... and it won't hurt the other party, otherwise half the soul will be burned."

Zisheng nodded after hearing this, he naturally had no objection.He held the immortal master's hand, and the smooth and cold back of his hand melted into his palm.

He raised his head, his black eyes sparkled, and he said seriously: "Zisheng is not someone who failed the immortal master, and he only has the immortal master in his heart in this life."

Hongjun touched the top of Zisheng's head, shook his head and smiled helplessly, "I know what you want, but there is still a long way to go, and your status will not be low in the future..."

Zisheng stood up straight, and immediately expressed his sincerity, "Zisheng is not that Chen Shimei. After Zisheng becomes famous, 99 phoenixes will lead the way, and 99 dragons will pull the dowry, so that everyone in the three worlds will know that I welcome the immortals." The teacher is a Taoist companion."

"Chen Shimei..." Hongjun chewed these words and looked at Zisheng with interest.

Zisheng: ...

"Just, just the name of a heartbreaker, but it's not a heartbreaker. It's just that Zisheng's reputation was tarnished by his fellow countrymen, and Zisheng just said it for a while."

After finishing speaking, Zisheng took Hongjun's hand and sat down, leaning on Hongjun's white hair, he opened his mouth and said, "I don't know what to do in the future, the country belongs to Brother Wang, and I will probably become a Sanxian. But to be a Loose Immortal, you must also be a famous Loose Immortal, I want others to fear me and not dare to do anything wrong with the world."

Thinking of the promise just now, he suddenly became nervous and bit his finger.

It's just that no matter how hard he bites his hand, he doesn't feel it?

Zisheng lowered his head and looked to his side, it turned out that what he bit was the finger of the immortal master.

Hongjun looked down at him, Zisheng kissed his finger, and put it down quickly.

It seemed that the matter of forming a contract aroused Zisheng's thoughts. He said: "We will get married when the conferring of the gods is over. Then I will prepare some wedding dresses, and we will change them on the wedding day. Then I will ask the lotus flowers to make them quickly. One set, and ask the Weaver Girl by the Milky Way for a favor. As for the invitation..."

Zisheng raised his head and looked at Hongjun with a smile, "The immortal master's handwriting is very good, so I will write it with the immortal master."

Hongjun smiled lightly and nodded, "I still have some fairy feathers and rare pearls at my place, and I'll leave it to others to make wedding clothes."

Zisheng nodded, he had even thought about who he would invite when the time came.

His relatives are naturally indispensable, as well as the gods who cut off the teaching, as for the Chanjiao and the Taishang Laojun... then it will only depend on the relationship.Immortals from all corners of the world have to be invited, as for the mortal world, he uses the spiritual treasures he has accumulated to turn into a spiritual rain, which is regarded as wedding candy for this world.

Hongjun squeezed out a drop of blood from his fingertips and rose into the air, and so did Zisheng.

The two drops of blood melted into each other, Zisheng grabbed the blood, and Hongjun was about to put his hand on it, when the coldness in his eyes appeared again, even showing panic.

Do not--

Hongjun's hand trembled, and the next moment he didn't hesitate to put it in Zisheng's hand!

The blood in their bodies flowed out slowly from their skins and blended with each other, only golden light mixed with white light.

Contract!