Heavenly practice

"What does he want to do?" After these few days of getting along, Long Xiang saw Xiao Wuya showing such an expression for the first time.

"The heavenly secret must not be revealed." Shen Zhuo pretended in a timely manner.

In fact, although what Xiao Wuya did was not successful, it was not meaningless, at least it increased his strength a bit, but Shen Zhuo could only postpone the plot first, and now he had to improve the protagonist's strength as soon as possible.

"What did you learn last night?" Shen Zhuo asked.

Long Xiang didn't return, but raised his palm upwards, a sudden wind came from his palm, lifting the hair on Shen Zhuo's forehead, revealing his smooth forehead and the slightly raised corners of his eyes.

"good."

Shen Zhuo showed a smile, he gave the protagonist a lot of hardships, but he was too serious, and even Xiao Wuya was a bit inferior to Qi refining overnight.

"Did Xiao Wuya praise you?"

"Ah."

Long Xiang's eyes moved slightly, "I've heard that cultivators who have attained the perfect state can look immortal and live for thousands of years."

"Not bad." Shen Zhuo asked with a smile, "But are you tempted?"

Long Xiang stared fixedly at him, "What about after longevity?"

"Naturally, it is the emergence of immortality."

"What about after ascending to immortality?"

Shen Zhuo was stunned, and had to say that this question was beyond the outline, the protagonist's ascension into the fairyland was already the end of the book, he didn't write it, and he didn't think about it, but as the author, he knew it.

After ascending to immortality...it is naturally endless loneliness and loneliness. Although the heroine in the book stepped into the immortal world with him, she did not truly become a god. The heaven and the earth live together, live and die together with the sun and the moon, that is the true eternal life of loneliness.

But he won't tell the readers, let alone Long Xiang, that he can't stay in this book world forever, he wants to use Long Xiang to restrain Chang Ming, and then find a foreshadowing that he has planted to break through the void.

As for Long Xiang, it's better to let him go to his end.

"Are you afraid of being alone?"

"..."

"Standing in that position, you will definitely be lonely."

As Shen Zhuo spoke, he thought of Chang Ming, the man who had been alone for thousands of years.

Long Xiang stopped talking, Xue Junmi knocked on the door to urge the two of them, they simply packed their luggage and left the town.

Goodbye to Xiao Wuya, the other party has returned to his usual appearance. When he saw Shen Zhuo, he confessed, "You don't need to make up nonsense to deceive me. Since I have promised to take him as a disciple, I will teach you well, but I hope you don't interfere. .”

"Naturally, you are his master." Shen Zhuo cupped his hands respectfully, with a very sincere attitude.

Xue Junmi on the side hired a carriage and carried Ning Feiyue into the carriage, seeing this scene with deep eyes.

"Senior Brother Xue?" Long Xiang looked up at him.

Xue Junmi looked at Shen Zhuo, "Is he your uncle?"

"Yes."

"Is he a scholar?"

"..."

Long Xiang shook his head, "Farmer."

"……Um."

Xue Junmi moved his lips, looked at Shen Zhuo who was buying buns on the side of the road, "Master has never compromised with anyone."

"Compromise?" Long Xiang was taken aback.

"He never said hello to anyone, but he did it directly, but he said hello to your uncle in advance."

Xue Junmi looked deeply, "Brother, your uncle is not simple, it seems that not only I can't see through him, but even the master can't see through him."

Long Xiang frowned slightly. According to Shen Zhuo, although the Destiny clansmen can predict the destiny, they are powerless. At least Shen Zhuo is, and he explained immediately, "When he first came to my house, he was in a mess. Husband might as well..."

Xue Junmi glanced at him and didn't continue the topic, just said, "I'll stay in the carriage to take care of Fei Yue, and it's convenient for you to ride a horse outside?"

Long Xiang naturally agreed, so after Shen Zhuo climbed into the carriage, he saw the cold Xue Junmi.

The other party was hugging Ning Feiyue, and was giving her real energy. These days, day and night, Shen Zhuo couldn't help asking, "You are so dedicated to Feiyue, but you have intentions for her?"

"She and I grew up together, we love each other like brothers and sisters."

Xue Junmi turned to look at him, "Young Master Shen is not bad to Long Xiang, but you haven't seen each other for many years, what are you doing for?"

"I wanted to brag a few words in a high-sounding manner, but after thinking about it, let it go. I naturally think that my nephew will have a bright future in the future, and I will be able to eat and drink without worrying about following him."

Shen Zhuo leaned against the carriage, lowered his head and ate the meat buns, "Isn't it possible to cultivate immortals now?"

"Can……"

"Fei Yue woke up."

Shen Zhuo suddenly interrupted him, pointing to Ning Feiyue's closed eyes, "I just saw her eyelashes fluttering, probably she is about to wake up."

"Well, I know." Xue Junmi knew that Ning Feiyue would wake up soon, but was also worried that she would not be able to accept the fact that she lost her right arm.

Shen Zhuo looked at the handsome young man in front of him, knowing that he would become the protagonist's life-and-death friend in the future, but he also became the second Xiao Wuya, and his end was not perfect.

It's a pity.

Many authors often have such a problem. The more they like a character, the more miserable they will be written, and even write that character to death. It is best to die extremely tragic, so that this character can be deeply imprinted in the hearts of readers , Shen Zhuo also has such a problem, he actually likes pure people like Xue Junmi.

So he wrote the man who was obsessed with sword practice to death, and his death was extremely tragic. Even he himself did not recover for a long time after writing this chapter. The comments started, and it happened that he was dumped again, so he announced the abandonment in a fit of anger.

Now looking at this lively and stern young man in front of him from such a distance, Shen Zhuo really felt a little bit reluctant.

"In the future, if you meet someone wearing a blue bird pattern robe, remember not to be tough." Shen Zhuo couldn't help reminding him, relying on himself as the author.

Xue Junmi looked puzzled, "What do you mean?"

"You just have to remember."

That's what he said, but Shen Zhuo didn't think he could change the plot. The reason why Xue Junmi is pure is because of his unrelenting arrogance.

Xue Junmi didn't ask any more questions, and concentrated on meditating.

Seeing him closing his eyes, Shen Zhuo slightly turned his back to him, his eyes fell on the luggage at his feet, and there was an unfinished steamed stuffed bun beside it.

He looked at the bun with focused eyes, and the next moment the bun flew into his hand, flew back, and then flew back again.

Shen Zhuo hooked his lips, it was Chang Ming who reminded him that day, otherwise he would have forgotten that the divine sense can also kill people, and it can also be turned into a powerful weapon, but he is not very proficient yet.

He was playing vigorously when the carriage stopped suddenly, and the meat bun hit his face.

"..."

Shen Zhuo took the buns, raised the curtain and looked outside, only to be stopped by Long Xiang's hand.

"what--"

A woman's scream sounded, the voice was very ear-piercing, Shen Zhuo frowned.

"what happened?"

"Don't come out, there are monks outside."

After Long Xiang finished speaking, he glanced at Xue Junmi, "Brother, please protect him."

"Don't worry." Xue Junmi picked up the Moon Shadow Sword beside him, his eyes sharpened.

Shen Zhuo didn't care, he was quite curious, "I haven't seen monks fighting."

"Very dangerous." Xue Junmi said.

Shen Zhuo didn't speak for a while, because he was already attracted by the scene outside.

A cloud of black mist floated in the sky above, looking gloomy, and under the black mist, a young woman in red was stumbling towards them, and the black mist was chasing her here.

The woman is very beautiful, about eighteen or nineteen years old, with long hair hanging down to her waist, and her delicate face is full of pleading and fear, which is very lovable.

And when Shen Zhuo looked at her, the other party also met Shen Zhuo's gaze, and hope burst into those pair of water-cutting autumn pupils.

"save--"

"Long Xiang, hurry up."

Shen Zhuo closed the car curtain with a snap.

woman:"……"