give me a chance to be a good person

They set off on a sunny day.

Living in the small mirror lake, always stepping on a round of golden crows or bright moons, accidentally thinking that I am half a Nezha reborn, Nan Jixue took the sky as the road, turned the world upside down, and created this different world , I don't know whether to say that she is full of pride or extremely domineering.

There are not many flowing springs in Xiaojing Lake. The clear water is like a mirror, and the white sand is laid out quietly around. Countless bubbles are piled up around. Dazzling like a pool of sunlight, she stepped lightly on her toes, layers of blue waves rippled in the spring, and the ray came with the sun in its mouth, rushing out of the water all at once.

Jinxuancheng was destroyed in Chunyun Mountain a long time ago, Nan Jixue didn't care too much about this little thing, she just used it to tease Wu Lang, but Wu Lang was serious, saying that it would be better to compensate her for a car in the future of.Zhang Xiao was also a little angry with Wu Lang because of Shang Shijing, but Nan Jixue, who was the real victim, had no grievances. It could be seen that the relationship between the two brothers and sisters was very good and they trusted each other enough.

"Is your white crane healed?"

Nan Jixue teased the ray slightly, her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she said slowly: "If you haven't, this fat fish will be given to you."

The ray was shocked, and stuck to the owner's arm like an octopus, making a cry like a baby.

"It's much better." Wu Lang said unhurriedly, "You're not looking for me for this."

"When you go to Nanman this time, don't forget to take a look at Yuze. The old turtle under the smoke of the world has been sleeping for so many years. Who knows if he can wake up. Even if he can't bring Yuze, he will sell Yue Wuchang to Jinmei. "Nan Jixue raised her feet and kicked up a wave of water, she fell lazily on the branch, her curves were exquisite and graceful, and the ray was graciously massaging her master.

Nan Jixue stretched out her hand, carefully looked at Kou Dan on her finger, and said casually: "You know the third child, if you want to touch him, you have to uproot him, and you can't be too cautious when dealing with him, otherwise you will be called If he makes a comeback, he won't be the one who wants to die. I will talk to Lao Liu, and you can settle the matter of Nanman."

"That's all you have to say?"

"There are some things I shouldn't have said." Nan Jixue raised her eyes to look at Wu Lang, and said softly, "Do you want me to say it?"

Wu Lang laughed and said, "You must speak, and I will listen sooner or later."

"Speak early and talk late, pay attention to differences." Nan Jixue teased him, "If I talk about it now, you will feel that I am nosy, but when something goes wrong in the future, I can laugh at you openly ;If I don't tell you now, you will suffer later, so I can only comfort you and blame myself for not meddling in my own business. I will choose to tell you. It is your choice whether to tell it or not. It is not my fault. .”

Wu Lang said, "Let's talk about it then."

"There is nothing like dust, and everything is empty." Nan Jixue paused, and said slowly, "How long can the stone be rotten and the pine wither, and the world's fate and love come true, and you have entered the avenue, so why bother to devote yourself to this world of mortals? If we withdraw now, there is still time."

Wu Lang paused and said: "Fourth sister, how many people can live forever in this world? What about a dream of yellow beams, not to mention rotten pine and withered stones. You and I have been married for many years, and the flowers and hair have gone through autumn frosts, the cold and snow and the scorching heat, and life is busy. , if I want to drown in this sea of ​​love, I am also willing."

"What about him?" Nan Jixue asked, "Is he willing too?"

Wu Lang stopped talking immediately, he was silent for a moment, and said softly: "That may be my fate."

"That's not it." Nan Jixue said lightly, "You take love too lightly, you have never touched it before, you only know how to treat others wholeheartedly, but I don't think that Mr. Shang is willing to let others treat you well." of."

"Is there something wrong with being considerate?" Wu Lang didn't quite understand.

Nan Jixue smiled, reached out to straighten his hair and clothes, and said in a low voice: "Yes, you treat him well, but he doesn't like you. It's not good to embarrass him. Love is the most troublesome thing." , I have been writing books for so many years, and I still feel that this thing is harmful to people, it is better to stop it as soon as possible, so as to avoid more troubles."

"Jixue?" Wu Lang frowned, "Do you think I'm not good enough for Mr. Shang?"

"No." Sometimes Nan Jixue mirrored Shang Shijing amazingly. Wu Lang remembered that he and Shang Shijing used to drink tea and play chess in Chunyun Mountain. The other party looked at him and smiled like Nan Jixue. Very similar, she whispered, "You just don't understand."

Probably the dislikes of smart people are the same, Wu Lang thought so.

Nan Jixue was worried.

Unintentional love is not necessarily a good thing.

It is not good for Shang Shijing, and it is even more fatal for Wu Lang.

"It's getting late, I'm leaving first, be careful yourself, see you later."

Wu Lang didn't quite understand, but he still didn't say anything, just nodded to show that he knew.

The ray is just a joke, Wu Lang has already called the white crane to wait on the small mirror lake, Shang Shijing saw the white crane as if it had been a lifetime ago, it was still so high and proud, combing its feathers carelessly, just like Shang Shijing fell down. Owe it three sacks of feed.Nan Jixue and Zhang Xiao didn't come to see him off, as if they were just going on a trip, but Qiao Niang prepared a lot of food, and then ran to the side of Baihe and exclaimed back and forth.

Bai He was also very coquettish. Seeing people cheering him on, he kept scratching his head and making gestures. Shang Shijing swore that this was definitely not his illusion.

Nan Jixue's elixir is very useful, and Shang Shijing's stay in Xiaojing Lake is not only admiring the beautiful scenery every day. In such a rare and safe environment, he seized all his free time to practice and digest the elixir , only a few months into the foundation building, it was rare to experience the treatment of a male lead, Shang Shijing was more or less excited, he applauded himself in the room for a long time, and then he was honest.

In this world, the importance of cultivation is not only reflected in fighting, but also traveling.

Zhu Cheng was an exception, his skills were born to escape.

Whether the spiritual power is strong or not not only determines the speed, but also determines the length of battery life. Judging from Shi Jing's current cultivation base and the average cultivation base of the vast majority of people around him, basically he is no different from ordinary people. Not to mention Wu Lang, even the little fish slave can hit him five times without difficulty.

The so-called one-strength reduction of ten sessions, based on Shang Shijing's current cultivation base, it is not difficult to beat mortals such as Qiao Niang, but if he encounters a surprise attack by a monk in the Qi refining period who can fight, or even a monk in the foundation establishment period who is a fellow practitioner. To confront him head-on, not to mention drinking one pot, drinking ten pots is enough, and you might lose your life.

Face is not important, Shang Shijing and Nan Jixue have formed an alliance, so he simply asked this woman if there was any way to improve her cultivation or even her skills.

Before Nan Jixue's injury fully recovered, she asked Zhang Xiao to be her instructor. The two of them taught her very roughly. Simply put, they just beat her.

Shang Shijing didn't have any foundation. According to his cultivation base, going to Nanban, even with Wu Lang's protection, he couldn't escape would be a hindrance. Things are much better.Ever since she knew that Shang Shijing and Shang Shijing had similar names, Nan Jixue couldn't help but compare the two of them, and she felt that Shang Shijing was pretty good.

Regardless of whether or not Nan Jixue puts a filter of personal hatred on Shang Shijing, her growing affection for Shang Shijing because of Shang Shijing is real, so she did not hold back when teaching, and almost beat Shang Shijing. Shi Jing lost his confidence in cultivating immortals, but fortunately he was firm-willed and knew that he should put aside the past and live well in this world, so he cherished Nan Jixue's guidance very much and kept many important points in his heart.

The only problem with Shang Shijing is that his heart is too kind. At other times, no matter what kind of guidance he gave, even if it was so harsh that it was definitely not a task that he could accomplish today, he would endure it one by one and work hard to achieve it.For a while, Nan Jixue almost thought that Shang Shijing was a Buddhist cultivator, but the so-called King Kong's glaring eyes, she had encountered many bald donkeys in the past, and few of them paid attention to the compassion of Buddhism.

And the coldness in Shang Shijing's body was also a strange mystery.

According to his cultivation level, tolerating so much cold air is almost courting death, but he survived well, and can even use this cold air to stimulate his cultivation...

Shang Shijing came from the mist of the world again.

Nan Jixue vaguely knew some of the secrets of Changshengtian back then, but they were all minor details. These secrets were shelved and not easily known by others.Shang Shijing's original plan to go to the world of Yantao is naturally not as superficial as she thinks, he is only trying to survive for a long time, God knows where he got the news, and it is very likely that he will turn against him later It was because Yi Jianhan discovered the true purpose of Shang Shijing.

Thousands of years ago, when the world was still at its peak, the ancestors of the Yi family might not be able to say anything about the closure of Changshengtian.

Leaving aside those jokes about love and love, Shang Shijing and Yi Jianhan are old friends, and they obviously care about each other, why did Yi Jianhan drive Shang Shijing out of the world, to guard against him, or... ...to protect him.

People say that the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Therefore, the world would never think that some people would discard their treasures in the wilderness.

If his guess is correct, maybe Shang Shijing is really related to the secret of Changshengtian.

Nan Jixue looked at Wu Lang's leaving back with a slightly cautious expression.

Shang Shijing and Yi Jianhan turned against each other, and Shang Shijing left Sihaiyantao to live in seclusion in Baishou Mountain not long after. If there was no coincidence, Nan Jixue would not believe it.

If Shang Shijing is really related to Changshengtian...

Nan Jixue frowned, the words she really wanted to say, but never told Wu Lang, poured out from her heart at this moment.

The eldest brother doesn't understand what love is at all, and according to his temperament, he is sinking day by day, fearing that he will be greedy.

Shang Shijing only cared about his cultivation, and seeing his words and deeds, he had already experienced the world, so he might not fall into this boundless love affair.

……

The white crane flew high, and still had to take care of Shang Shijing's body. In addition, the Nanman had been at odds with the Central Plains recently, and the cold winter was getting stronger, which even made the atmosphere more dignified.

The banquet at Xiaojing Lake was still not held, and it was supposed to be a celebration, but according to Nan Jixue, it was time to wait for the gathering of the five masters of spring and cloud, and then thank Shang Shijing, and then celebrate for three days, and never return without getting drunk , Drink up Zhang Xiao's wine tank.

She is always euphemistic and affectionate when she speaks, and the effect is almost the same.

It's even simpler, if you can't bring Zhan Zhixi back, don't drink this glass of wine. She helped Sihai Yantao repay her kindness.

Wu Lang and Shang Shijing traveled together, Shang Shijing had to take care of Wu Lang's "inconvenient eyesight", Wu Lang had to worry about Shang Shijing's cultivation level, and the road to Nanman was far away, and it took several months to drive all the way, with heavy snow blowing It took several days before they arrived at the two borders.There is a nickname for this place called Sanwu. All kinds of monsters and ghosts are in it. Nanman is a strange place, unlike the customs of the Central Plains. The Sanwu combines the shortcomings of the two families, and it is even more lawless. Ordinary monks will not come here. of.

The two landed here, naturally not looking for trouble, but wanting to find the whereabouts of Mengsheng.

[-] No matter it is located in the middle of the big swamp, it is extremely humid and hot, but many people settle down here and make a living, but they are all black shops, whether they live in it or not depends on their own ability.

There are many good fortunes in the avenue, there is bright sky this day, and naturally there are nine dark places, where there are all the bones of immortals, the world is reversed, and there are also mortal bones who get good luck.

The great lake is boundless, no matter what, it is just a place with more people, the Nanban cannot rush forward, there is too much miasma and fog here, Wu Lang and Shang Shijing had no choice but to go down to inquire about the news of Zao Mengsheng, the two walked on foot After walking for dozens of miles, I finally saw a small shop, full of people, and there were all sorts of strange things. The waiter in the shop had a wolf's head, and smiled, seeing the two of them coming in, serving wine and meals.

In this small shop, it seems that everyone eats the same food at every table, and there is no choice. Shang Shijing doesn't mind too much. Just as he was about to sit down, he suddenly heard the big black-faced man at the next table laughing. Wu Lang grabbed it, and the other party shook his head lightly, and smiled slightly.

The two stood there, Wu Lang suddenly moved the table by touching it, then slowly sat on the bench, and said softly, "This location has a nice view."

Shang Shijing was puzzled by the second monk zhangzhang, thinking to himself what kind of scenery could be in this poor mountain and bad water. He had just sat down on the stool with his buttocks when he heard "Ouch". Zhang Bench also turned into powder.

Everyone watched the fun, but it didn't matter who made a fool of himself, as long as they had fun, they couldn't help laughing.

"Smile, laugh, laugh, fart!" The black-faced man didn't feel wronged, and said in a rough voice, he quickly got up, patted his buttocks, and came over to the two of them with his desk in hand. After fighting for a table, after everyone laughed, they only cared about themselves and didn't bother to look at the three of them. The black-faced man said, "What are you two white faces doing here?"

This black-faced man was dressed in tatters, with one arm exposed, and his arm was completely black. It seemed that there was something long tattooed, probably a snake or a bug or something.

Wu Lang smiled and said, "Someone in the family is sick and needs to be treated by Yao Fanghua."

The black-faced man took a deep breath and said: "If you want Yao Fanghua to save your life, it's better to dig a hole, buy a coffin, push it in and bury it directly."

Shang Shijing picked up the rice with chopsticks, the rice was slightly yellowish, and looked a little unappetizing, not only that, but he also found a few overripe centipedes coiled underneath, so he couldn't help but put down the chopsticks.The black-faced man glanced at him, groaned and chirped twice, probably saying that he didn't know good stuff, so he reached out and grabbed the rice bowl, pulled out a centipede, crushed the shell, and stuffed a long piece of meat into his mouth After chewing for a long time and drinking half a sip of rice wine, Fang felt happy. His mouth softened and he squinted his eyes to enjoy it for a long time. Then he muttered: "The people who want to kill you can line up from here to the sky. Thinking about cutting leeks."

Wu Lang didn't really want Shang Shijing to know about these things, but he couldn't keep the smile on his face since he was so popular.

Shang Shijing looked at the dusty rice after being touched, so he just concentrated on being a wooden man this time.

"Killing people is so boring." The black-faced man imitated Wu Lang's appearance quite funny, muttered something eccentrically, threw the shell on the table, and casually picked out the fish bones to pick his teeth, and saw a little shreds of meat Then he threw it into his mouth again, seeing that Shang Shijing's stomach was filled with sour water, and he was somewhat nauseated.

The black-faced man is not responsible for other people's mental health, he glanced at Wu Lang, finally got some humanity, and asked: "Are you really here to find Zao Mengsheng?"

"good."

It's hard to tell if this is true or not. The black-faced man is used to dealing with Ling Guang-jun, who is ready to kill. Seeing the gentle Wu Lang again, it took hundreds of years to get used to it. It's rare to see him today. , I actually kind of missed the time when I was hanged and beaten, my hair was dizzy and trembling for a while, wondering if I was plotted against by the dreamer who was far away in the sky, otherwise how could I come up with such a ridiculous idea.

Shang Shijing didn't say a word, but it could be seen that the two people probably knew each other well, or that the customs and customs were different. This big man was as familiar as boiling water, no matter whether it was bloodshot inside or not, it was still hot on the outside They couldn't be more familiar with each other; and Wu Lang also pushed the boat along the way, but he was blind anyway, and he just pretended not to know each other when they resumed meeting in the future.

"Why are you looking for him?" asked the black-faced man. The rice wine was not exciting. He took off the wine bag in his waist and poured it on his face. He couldn't tell whether it was drinking or washing his face. He burped happily and sighed. "If you want to kill him, I won't let you go. This old boy will die quickly enough without you. You can delay for a while before leaving."

When he spoke like this, he suddenly shook his head again, and said in thought: "Maybe you killed him, but it would be a relief for him."

So Wu Lang said, "Meng Zhang."

Meng Zhangjun, who had no blue dragon demeanor at most but had black worms tattooed on his arm, responded, and became a lot more honest. He didn't even care that he shattered the dreams of thousands of girls. Shang Shijing was not a girl, but his dreams were also shattered. , He originally thought that the Four Saints were also high-ranking male gods, but when he first saw Qinglong, who was so close to the people and down-to-earth, he looked more like a young and Dangerous boy with a machete on his waist than a fairy male god.

To give a simple example, the same is minerals, Wu Lang is like jade, and Meng Zhangjun is a charcoal.

Shang Shijing's face was expressionless, and he couldn't tell the difference between the north and the south for a while. Meng Zhangjun obviously had been educated in this three-way zone for too long, and couldn't blend in with the normal crowd. Is this child your third brother?"

As soon as these words came out, both Shang Shijing and Wu Lang felt suffocated.

Shang Shijing was most afraid that others would associate him with Shang Shijing. The longer he came to this world, the more he understood monks' aversion to looting, and even the slightest insinuation made him shudder.

Wu Lang was just for the sake of that "child". He realized that even though Shang Shijing was really Yi Jianhan's uncle, according to his age, Yi Jianhan's grandfather was probably not enough to compare him to him, but he couldn't refute it. His complexion suddenly became ugly.

Meng Zhangjun is especially good at observing words and expressions when they should not be, and realized: "Oh, no."

He opened his mouth, and was about to say something more, but Wu Lang's murderous aura soared that even the dead could startle, and seeing that the other people in the store were not affected at all, he knew it was aimed at him Yes, although I don't know which sentence made people unhappy, but those who know current affairs are heroes, and Meng Zhangjun endured it.

But he made another discovery.

"The old lunatic is looking for you again?" Meng Zhangjun scratched his head, and then realized that Wu Lang hadn't looked at him very much, and finally noticed the change of the walking stick and the other party's line of sight, and he suddenly understood, wondering, "Why?" Things, he went crazy before, at least the master will cure you, how come only the injury healed this time?"

Wu Lang lied without changing his expression: "One goes up and down, they are different in strength and weakness, and they have changed day by day over the years. It's not surprising that his true vitality is weak."

Shang Shijing thought to himself: Wu Lang's accident is still an annual event.

He sat awkwardly and reservedly, couldn't get into the conversation at all, couldn't understand, and didn't know how much Wu Lang's past had been involved in it, he was more like a passerby who sat down by coincidence than Meng Zhangjun, who was sharing a table halfway.

Meng Zhangjun answered honestly, and sighed with emotion: "You seem to have changed a lot."

"People always have to change." Wu Lang smiled calmly with a soft tone.

Meng Zhangjun shrugged his shoulders, the old man was reunited, he patted the table and said, "Come with me."

Wu Lang nodded, touched his cane, moved his other hand on the table, and Shang Shijing reached out to hold his hand. This kind of thing is actually not common, but Wu Lang said that this place is dangerous, It is best not to separate the two, which is why they have such an intimate act.

Meng Zhangjun glanced back at the two of them, and Shang Shijing subconsciously withdrew his hand, feeling like a puppy boy who was caught by the head teacher, but Wu Lang held it tightly, with a solemn expression, as if this trip was death-defying, He also had no choice but to relax slowly, letting the other party hold his hand tightly.

At this time, I really shouldn't be thinking about it. Shang Shijing knew that Wu Lang was grabbing him, maybe it was simply to protect himself. He still clearly remembered his embarrassment and speechlessness just now, but his heart fell straight into the abyss, saying Can't tell if it's warm or cold.

It's like holding a rare treasure in your hands, knowing you'll never have it.

The happiness gained by this little is immediately swallowed up by the fear of possible loss.