give me a chance to be a good person

The maze around the Immortal Land is nothing more than that, the deeper it goes, the more undead people will become, and the fog will thicken.

When he saw the undead for the first time, Shang Shijing almost thought that he had encountered a biochemical crisis. These undead could hardly be called human beings. They looked strange, their bodies were full of pustules and rotting flesh, and they emitted a strong stench. Many poisonous insects even built nests on them, and when they wandered aimlessly in the wilderness, they wriggled out to feed, and even gnawed on the carrion of the parasites.

The strong collision of smell and vision made Shang Shijing almost spit out, Wu Lang frowned, and said without changing expression: "There is already the smell of Yaofang flowers here, so be more careful next time."

Shang Shijing didn't really want to know how Wu Lang could smell Yao Fanghua from so many smells, he was about to faint now.

"At that time, we were in the sea of ​​flowers, and Zaomengsheng didn't use spells, so it was very easy to break free from the illusion." Wu Lang took no time to rush, and followed Shang Shijing to enter slowly. At this time, there were not many undead people. It didn't look aggressive at all. Seeing that the person seemed to be sane, he subconsciously hid behind him. Shang Shijing was so dizzy that he didn't notice it. He only heard Wu Lang say again, "Dreams are born to plant Yao. At first, the sea of ​​fragrant flowers was just to remember the old man, but later Yuze turned into a fierce beast, so he used a lot of Yaofang flowers to appease Yuze, so that he would not attack innocent people."

Shang Shijing thought to himself: Wu Lang's ease and mine are probably very different.

"The deeper we go, the more likely we are to indulge in illusions. Mr. Shang, together with me, this trip is very dangerous. Wu will definitely try his best to protect you." Wu Lang thought about the old days when Mr. Meng Zhang worked with the little girl. He still remembers what the woman said when she heard this, her face was flushed with shame, and she meant that she would not marry unless she was a king.

This is completely different from the script. Normally speaking, this trip should not be extremely dangerous. Do you need to think more about it?

But in the final analysis, there is no way back on this road, and Shang Shijing will never allow himself to retreat, he said softly: "If you are deeply in the illusion, I am afraid that you and I will not be able to help each other. It made Yuze fall asleep, thinking that you and I can only follow nature, your eyes are inconvenient, and there are a lot of poisonous insects and miasma here, so you should also be careful."

Wu Lang, who was immersed in the calmness and excellence of his sweetheart, did not forget to express contempt and disgust for Meng Zhangjun's courtship skills deep in his heart.

The deeper the two went, the more undead people there were, but the stench was gradually reduced, and instead a fragrant and rich fragrance spread, it was indeed the smell of Yao Fanghua.

The stronger the fragrance of Yaofang flowers, the more terrifying and weird the undead will be. Some of them are simply beyond Shang Shijing's imagination. Kind of a mad scientist, not a travel plus fairy channel.

At this time, he envied Wu Lang who couldn't see for no reason, at least he didn't have to suffer such torture.

But later Shang Shijing thought about it again, he came here precisely because Wu Lang couldn't see it, if he couldn't see it himself, then it was really a complete burden.After the bonfire conversation that night, Wu Lang seemed to have listened to those words, maybe not, the way of getting along between the two of them was still the same as before, he was still so kind and gentle, answering every question, on the contrary, he seemed to be in the business world that night. Jing Ge has a small belly and chicken intestines, and he doesn't know what is good or bad.

Maybe Wu Lang's temperament is like that, forcing him to treat him disrespectfully is a bit too much.

Shang Shijing restrained himself while persuading himself, but he couldn't stop himself from getting deeper and deeper. Sometimes he even suspected that Nan Jixue asked him to follow Wu Lang to Nanman just to watch a good show.If she knew her affection for Wu Lang, there would be many more overwhelmed toads who wanted to eat the subject of swan meat.

The fog was getting thicker and thicker, Wu Lang suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed Shang Shijing, he was so startled that he subconsciously withdrew his hand, but the other party held on tightly, unable to move at all.

"Mr. Shang." Wu Lang whispered, "You and I are about to step into a real illusion."

Shang Shijing was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Then how do I know if you are real or not?"

Wu Langwan didn't expect to get such an answer, he was a bit dumbfounded, and he replied after a long while: "Zao Mengsheng's exquisite knowledge of illusions, I am afraid that no one in the world can match him, this illusion should be more important than Yuze. All the undead people who have been trapped here, what you and I see, think, even hear and hear are illusions, so I hold on to Mr. tightly so as not to be distracted."

"Then what if you and I let go of our hands and dispersed in the illusion?" Shang Shijing couldn't help asking, and remembered the rope he returned to Yu Wanggui. He can also use it to bind himself and Wu Lang.

Wu Lang smiled wryly and said, "Then we have to resign ourselves to fate."

Shang Shijing was silent for a moment, nodded silently, cheered himself up in his heart, and decided to accept this decision calmly. His ability to escape from Shang Shijing's hands proved that his luck was not too bad.

The two walked forward silently in the mist for a while. Shang Shijing saw an undead approaching straight ahead, and subconsciously avoided it, but seeing that Wu Lang didn't respond, and his iron fist could not move an inch, he said anxiously: "Move quickly!" open!"

As soon as Shang Shijing finished speaking, the undead man bumped straight up, turned into a firefly near his hand, dissipated into the sky and earth, and returned to the mist itself. It turned out to be an illusion. He was stunned, but Wu Lang said: "What's the matter?" ? I didn't hear footsteps."

"No...it's a false appearance." Shang Shijing frowned and said, "There are many illusions here. It's really hard to detect whether it's real or not."

Wu Lang nodded and said: "That's right, it was an illusion visible to the naked eye at first, but this kind of illusion is only the most superficial, and the real and the fake can be distinguished by smell and sound. When we gradually go deeper, we will hear the illusion. It is indistinguishable from the true and the false, creating dreams and constructing dreams within dreams, pulling tens of thousands of people into the illusion, this state is really amazing, if it is not..."

He paused and did not continue speaking.

Shang Shijing probably knew that these things were related to Zao Mengsheng, the general of the Nanman, guarding the fierce beast Yuze abandoned by Tianzun, and comforting the undead medicine man who was used as a test subject.Although the two got along for a short time, Shang Shijing could realize that Zao Mengsheng was not a bad person, and he could even say that his temper was too good to be a general on the battlefield. Wu Lang was so surprised at the beginning, maybe these things had something to do with his past.

"He was born in a dream... what kind of person is he?"

Wu Lang was a little surprised by Shang Shijing's curiosity, but he didn't care. He pondered for a moment and said, "He's an interesting person. Few people who roll around in the world of mortals have his patience and tenacity. Sometimes you can hardly tell the difference." Is he a saint after all, or is he an unintentional person." Hearing that Shang Shijing didn't make a sound for a long time, he smiled and said, "It's really hard to understand what I said, but I'm afraid you don't like hearing about the past. .”

"But it's okay to say." Shang Shijing said lightly, "I'm a little curious."

What's more, chatting can also dilute the terrifying atmosphere in the land of the undead. The vast fog and the fake undead floating out from time to time are all creepy.

Wu Lang said again: "Zao Mengsheng was born in the general family. His father was kind enough to give him a national surname. His real name was Nanli. At the beginning, the Nanman and the Central Plains had constant conflicts, but mortals were at peace. Most of the fights were caused by monks. Many people in the evil way covet it. People are like this. The monks of the two ways of the Central Plains, the good and the evil, want to fight to the death. There are also black and white factions among them, the black side advocates aggression, while the white side is more conservative and unwilling to fight rashly."

"Then the dream maker must be Bai Fang?" Shang Shijing said.

"No, at the beginning of the main battle in Nanli, he was almost the leader of the black faction. His reputation as the No. The Central Plains is very different, the vast majority of people do not live long, living to a hundred years old is the limit, but Nanli has served three dynasties, he fought in the youth, returned to the court in the middle age, served as the Taifu, the truth Wake up, the current Nanman king still wants to call him Father Zhong."

It's hard to tell from the appearance.

Shang Shijing was thoughtful, and asked again: "Then why do you say he is a saint, and also say he is a person with no heart?"

"When the last Nanman king took office, there was someone who wanted to rebel. The mastermind happened to be the father of Nanli's sweetheart. He was the one who quelled the chaos and volunteered to be executed. The style of the Nanman is different from that of the Central Plains, but the punishment is harsher and crueler. He was tortured by burning and implicated the nine clans." Wu Lang was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "He has no flaws in loyalty, but he is too cold-blooded in human feelings, so after the rebellion, the former Nanman king not only didn't notice He has credit, but he is very afraid of him, so he is getting colder and colder."

Human feelings and righteousness are indeed things that are difficult to distinguish clearly.

In fact, Shang Shijing didn't know how to evaluate Zao Mengsheng's behavior. It would be better to say that the Nanli mentioned by Wu Lang really made it difficult for him to connect with the Mengzao he knew.The two were talking, when Wu Lang suddenly stopped, frowned and said, "Someone is here."

"Is it a phantom sound?" Shang Shijing looked around, shook his head and said, "I didn't see anyone."

Wu Lang protected him behind him, turned suddenly to the left, and said in a deep voice, "Who is here?" He held it up, but Wu Lang's mind was shaken, and he couldn't help but look down at the hands that were clenched so naturally, he couldn't tell whether it was tenderness in his heart, or something more indistinguishable.

But Shang Shijing didn't think too much about it, just subconsciously leaned on his shoulder and looked out, only to see a figure walking out of the vast mist, whether it was long or not, it looked like a young man's figure , appearing extraordinarily normal in this abnormal environment.

It's this kind of normality that makes Shang Shijing feel even more terrifying. It's not surprising that any ugly monsters crawl out at this moment, and there are even more, weirder and more terrifying undead. .

Shang Shijing's heart trembled for a while, but he saw that the figure of the man gradually appeared in the mist, holding a sharp knife in his hand, with delicate features, frowning, and a very familiar face, it was Yu Wanggui!

"Is this also an illusion?" Shang Shijing asked cautiously.

Shang Shijing suddenly remembered Meng Zhangjun's mention of a strange boy appearing near the Immortal Land, but he didn't know whether the Yu Wanggui in front of him was real or not, whether it was a fantasy based on his own thinking, or whether it was just luck So good that I bumped into Yu Wanggui himself.Speaking of it, he hadn't seen Yu Wanggui for a long time, but he was a complete stranger to Yu Wanggui now.

At the same time, Yu Wanggui also clenched the yin and anode stones in his hands, and looked at the two facing them with some hesitation, when a voice suddenly came from the two stones: "Xiaogui, what's wrong with you?"

"Senior, I met an acquaintance." Yu Wanggui hesitated for a moment, he thought for a while and said, "We have encountered countless illusions during this trip, although Senior Wu may be fake, but the person next to him I am I don't know each other, this face is completely unfamiliar, the two of us have seen many false appearances before, no matter how real the illusion is, it is difficult to fabricate the relationship between an empty person and an acquaintance, so I think this person should indeed be Senior Wu himself. "

"good."

There was a voice of approval from the yin and anode stones, it was a man's voice, and the male voice said in a warm voice: "Illusions are mostly false, and there are very few masters who can pull so many people into the same illusory place. Awesome, many of the unfamiliar phantoms you saw before are all from the memories of those people who are addicted to the illusion, but it is absolutely impossible for even Tongtian to fabricate a relationship out of thin air. I don’t know if they are true or not, so you may as well ask them. If It may be an illusion if you have no relatives and no reason, but if you are relatives and friends, you can travel together."

Yu Wanggui took a look at the intimacy of the two of them, and said calmly, "That person seems to be Senior Wu's Taoist companion, I think it must be true. I met Senior Wu at that time, and I only know that he has five friends." Sworn to Jinlan, if Mirage wants to deceive me, there should be six people here."

The young man settled down, stepped out of the layers of fog, and walked in the direction of the two.

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Meng Zhangjun's visit came in a hurry, his cloak was covered with wind and snow, he wiped his face hastily, and looked into the deep pool of two springs.

"You're back?"

Shang Shijing asked the little boy to put away the clothes that Meng Zhangjun had taken off, while he led the way forward, and said anxiously: "It's cold and the dew is heavy, come in and have a cup of hot tea to get rid of the cold, did you find any news on the way? Why did General Nan Going back to the palace now, did something go wrong with the beast?"

He arranged the game with his own hands, and he made the trick carefully, but when the fashion asked about the incident, he didn't even see the slightest bit of embarrassment.

"Yeah, I don't know what's wrong with that kid, but Yuze has indeed become more and more honest in the past few years. He and Yuze are in the same mind. This excuse has been cheated for more than ten years. No wonder he couldn't hold back anymore. In a few years, you can get away with it, but now you can't." Meng Zhangjun couldn't help but clicked his tongue, he looked at his friend carefully, and couldn't help but said, "These days are not peaceful, you Be careful too."

Meng Zhangjun looked and looked, remembering what happened to Zao Mengsheng, his thick eyebrows frowned into a broom, he took a cup of hot tea, and couldn't help but sighed.

Although the new king has the bearing of a king, he is always hard to let go of some old events. At the beginning, his pedantic and gentle friend was also involved in it. Now that dreams have happened, he is really worried that when he settles the old accounts, he will Affect this idiot.

Shang Shijing accepted the kindness calmly, and said with a smile: "I understand, by the way, why don't you see your friend?"

"They have other things to do."

Acquaintances belong to acquaintances, but the words still have to be clearly stated. It is okay to express joy to friends about Wu Lang's coming to Nanman, but he must not speak out about his going to the Immortal Land. One is Wu Lang's safety, and the other is this. After people found out, they might have to roll up their sleeves and scold him for half an hour. The rotten Confucian swears back and forth just a few words, so sour that Meng Zhangjun doesn't want to quarrel with him.

Brother came here only for Zhan Zhixi.

Shang Shijing frowned slightly. Since his elder brother left Xiaojing Lake, Nan Jixue's situation is not serious. According to his temperament, it is not surprising to reconcile Zhang Xiao. Zhan Zhixi was trapped in a dream. Because of his temperament, he will definitely stay in Nanman to find a way to interpret dreams, and with the means of creating dreams, unless Bei Yihong dies and comes back to life, it is absolutely impossible to awaken Zhan Zhixi.

The elder brother stayed in Nanman, so sudden changes are easy to happen, but if Meng Zhangjun restrains him, it will not be troublesome, and Zhan Zhixi is addicted to dreams, and the elder brother must lose his mind when he misses him, so it doesn't matter if he thinks about it.

He thought for a while, then suddenly asked: "Who is the accompanying person mentioned in the letter?"

Is it the wind?

The six are now torn apart, Nan Jixue almost had an accident, Zhang Xiao was born with loyalty and favored the fourth sister, so he would not leave her around easily in a short time, Zhan Zhixi fell asleep, and he left Chunyun again, Wu Lang was not around. Other helpers, except for Feng Xulai, no one else can be trusted.

"Oh, it's a man named Shang. He's mysterious. I don't know too well, but Ling Guang likes him very much." Meng Zhangjun took a big mouthful of hot tea, filled himself with another cup, and then let out a sigh of relief. , exercising his muscles and bones, and said, "I look at him, he seems to like Ling Guang very much, but he refuses to say it out. No."

Surname Shang?

Shang Shijing's eyes darkened slightly.

Suddenly a figure appeared in his mind, so he couldn't help but laugh.

So it turns out that elder brother is not ruthless and loveless, but Luo Hua intends to be ruthless.Even though the voice, appearance and even identity are exactly the same, the elder brother still likes that person, and now that the two souls are separated, his wish has come true.

In the end, it's just the word "unintentional".

He has no intention of treating me.

"That must be an interesting friend."

Shang Shijing didn't take this matter too seriously, he had too many things to deal with, and he didn't have time to be distracted by these trivial matters. Few people in the world could know Wu Lang as deeply as he did, no matter what Whether it was the ruthless Lord Ling Guang in the past, or Wu Lang, the gentle and amiable leader of the Six Absolute Spring Clouds.

Like a pilgrim, he walked all the way without hesitation, but what he got in the end was burning himself, not bathing in holy light.

Probably in order to piece together the past self, Wu Lang is the complete opposite of Ling Guangjun, he has no ability to give any affection, so he can only be tolerant and modest, generous and gentle, but fortunately, the little tenderness brought by his identity and strength, is just It is enough to satisfy many people, so after satisfaction, greed arises.

Greed is the most useless but most beneficial weapon in the world.

Shangshi Jingben was also one of them, when Wu Lang appeared in front of him holding an umbrella, it was like a poor beggar finding a rare treasure.Wu Lang is like a clear and beautiful blue glaze, which is priceless and extremely precious. The person who finds it is worried about gains and losses, and is afraid of making the slightest mistake. No matter how careful he is, he will not be able to keep him.

This blue glass will not be changed by anyone, even though it feels warm to the touch, it is just an illusion of the palm of his hand.

Wu Lang is the only light in the dark night, any moth would wishfully throw himself into the fire, thinking that he is the only lucky one who can monopolize this tenderness.

But that's not the case, he had already lost the love and hatred of ordinary people when he was Ling Guang, his tenderness and cruelty, like a double-edged sword, would bleed no matter what he touched.

If that fellow businessman was smart enough, he should have left before his head was smashed.

The brother's problem was never not having enough, but not being able to.

The author has something to say: I didn't say whose feelings it is.