Heavenly practice

"...What?" Shen Zhuo asked hoarsely.

"The way of heaven is impermanent, formless, imageless, and there is no distinction between men and women."

Chang Ming looked at his face indifferently, "Is this your true face?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo understands, the general meaning of these few words is, ah, so you are a bitch.

He raised his hand and waved away the hand on his face, touched the table with frivolous steps and poured himself a cup of tea. After pouring cold water into his stomach, he finally became more awake.

Speaking of which, both Xuanyu and Changming mentioned before that they could not see their face clearly, and he also asked Shang Yin about this question, and now it seems that it is indeed as Shang Yin said, his divine essence has been lost, so he belongs to the way of heaven It began to be exposed, and his inexplicable miscellaneous spirit roots also represented that he was degenerating.

Shen Zhuo supported the table with one hand and held the teacup in the other, stood there motionless in a daze for a long time before making a sound.

"Chang Ming, do you hate me?"

"..."

There was no response behind him, Shen Zhuo laughed at himself, "That's right, you and I are people without love or hate, how could you hate me."

There was still no response behind him, the room was silent for a moment, Shen Zhuo lowered his head and drank the cold tea in the cup, and said slowly, "I may not be able to fulfill my promise with you."

"Why?" The person behind him finally responded this time.

why?Because I'm going to die, like a small mortal, maybe you just blinked your eyes, and I've already turned into a pile of loess.

However, due to some reasons deep in his heart, Shen Zhuo didn't intend to speak out, so he just turned his head to look at the other party with a smile on his face.

"The bet with you doesn't count anymore. It doesn't matter if it's you or Long Xiang. Everyone's fate in this world should not be controlled by others. Whether it's love or hate, it should be your own, not... …which I write with the pen in my hand.”

Shen Zhuo smiled slightly, "If you want to prove the Tao and become an immortal, you don't need to worry about Long Xiang anymore, he can't block your way, it's better to let him be an ordinary person."

In fact, when he said these words, he was already ready to be crushed to death by a finger of Lord Demigod.

Think about it, with his cultivation base that surpasses all living beings, and his obsession, he wasted tens of thousands of years because of himself, and finally made a compromise. In the end, he went back on his word, flirtatiously said that the bet was void and wanted to get out However, he even wanted to let Long Xiang die, he was simply fooling the demigod, it was absolutely a rhythm of crushing to death every minute.

However, Shen Zhuo still said this, and had to admit that this was an act of death, but he suddenly wanted to be so affectionate for a while, he wanted to see if he was really just a stumbling block to this man, as long as No more threats, you can kill at any time.

However, after waiting for a while, he actually heard the other party say——

"For Longxiang?"

Shen Zhuo was surprised, not because of anything else, but because this was the first time he heard Chang Ming call the protagonist's name, and he used to call "Son of Heaven" arrogantly, but now he actually said the word Long Xiang.

He was actually a little excited, the name he chose for the protagonist was actually remembered by this superior person, so he couldn't hold back, a little excited and asked with a little expectation, "Do you remember his name?"

Looking at the anticipation and joy in his eyes, Chang Ming instantly turned cold several times, and asked coldly, "Are you admitting defeat?"

Shen Zhuo was taken aback for a moment, and then he said helplessly, "In this case, you can treat me as admitting defeat."

"The Son of Dao can die that day."

"……no!"

Shen Zhuo stared at him with staring eyes, what he said just now was all in vain, right?He said so much because he was afraid that Long Xiang would be crushed to death by Chang Ming's fingers when he was gone, which would be terrible.

No, he was really puzzled, according to the persona he had set for Changming, and what he had learned in the past six months, shouldn't this demigod be so narrow-minded?Why does such an arrogant person insist on holding on to the protagonist?What a fucking dog!

"What about that person?" Chang Ming asked again.

"Who?" Shen Zhuo didn't react for a while.

"Accompany me until I become an immortal, a person who will never age or die."

"..."

Who else is immortal besides God?

Facing those cold and sharp eyes, Shen Zhuo was as embarrassed as if he had seen through his mind. He turned sideways subconsciously, hid his reddish ears in the dark, and replied calmly, "Without my hindrance , you will become a fairy soon, as for... the person who will accompany you, isn't there Xuanyu?"

"..."

There was no sound behind him, Shen Zhuo waited for a long time before turning his head, but there was no one in the room, only the mottled moonlight remained in the place where the man was standing.

Shen Zhuo looked at the moonlight on the ground and suddenly lowered his head and smiled. He leaned against the table and raised his head, slowly closing his eyes.

When Long Xiang knocked on the door early the next morning, Shen Zhuo had already packed everything. He was dressed neatly in the uniform of a Zhentianmen disciple, his long hair was tied up with a jade crown, and hung obediently behind him. bamboo flute.

"A little master gave it to me."

Seeing him looking at the flute, Shen Zhuo took the initiative to explain, "I'm learning how to play it."

Long Xiang nodded, looked up at him a bit, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"That's right, have a good night's sleep." Shen Zhuo raised the corner of his mouth and smiled at him.

Long Xiang was taken aback by his smile, and then looked away with a reddish complexion, "... let's go."

"Ah."

Shen Zhuo followed him out of Hongyinxuan and saw Xue Junmi who was waiting in front, and the other party fell on Shen Zhuo with a glance.

"How is your body recovering?"

"Everything is fine."

"Who sent you back that day?"

"..."

The smile on the corner of Shen Zhuo's mouth deepened, "I'm also curious about this."

Xue Junmi looked at him without further questioning for a moment, turned around and said, "Let's go."

"How is the master?"

"..."

Xue Junmi paused, and after a moment of silence, he slowly turned around and looked at the two of them, "Anyway, I am from Zhentianmen, the master is, and you...Long Xiang and you too."

"so?"

Shen Zhuo smiled, "You want Long Xiang to endure it and protect yourself until Xiao Wuya comes back?"

Xue Junmi opened his mouth, as if he didn't know what to say.

"Well... Actually, this is not bad, after all, he is also the head of Zhentianmen."

Shen Zhuo suddenly laughed, "But don't tell Fei Yue and Senior Shang Yin about this, lest they worry, is that okay?"

Xue Junmi was very surprised by his reaction, but still nodded in agreement, but still said to Long Xiang, "I won't let anyone hurt you again."

"Thank you, brother." Long Xiang replied.

Then the three of them went to Bafang Terrace, the smile on Shen Zhuo's face disappeared behind Xue Junmi, Long Xiang nodded to him inaudibly, Shen Zhuo looked at Xue Junmi with a slightly stern look.

Although I am a little sorry for Xue Junmi, Yi Qianhui cannot keep this person, and the protagonist should also know that the person who should be killed cannot be merciful.