Heavenly practice

Shen Zhuo silently wiped his snot for him, and laughed out loud while wiping, "Am I the first person to spray snot on your face?"

"Ah."

Chang Ming grabbed his fingertips, his eyes sank, "You have a fever."

Shen Zhuo was dumb, and touched his head, "No, I think it's okay."

Chang Ming raised his head and looked outside the cave, the sky was dark and weird, since the strange loud noise just now, the outside has been extremely quiet, a faint devilish energy looms.

"It stands to reason that demonic energy and spiritual energy are the same, why was that monster not restricted by Rongtian Cliff just now?"

Shen Zhuo looked up at the sky outside the cave, and his voice was nasal when he spoke.

"wait for me."

Chang Ming turned around and gathered his clothes tightly, then stood up and walked out of the cave.

"Ah."

Shen Zhuo didn't stop him, he didn't think there was anything in Rongtian Cliff that could embarrass the majestic demigod, but...

He looked up at him, sniffed, the corners of his eyes were red, "Come back early."

Chang Ming's gaze deepened, then he turned around abruptly and walked away in a huff.

"..."

Shen Zhuo couldn't help laughing at his disappearing back, tsk tsk, so cute.

"Ah-"

Shen Zhuo shuddered, folded his clothes and fell asleep in the corner of the cave.

Xu was injured and frightened after being soaked in the water for so long before, Shen Zhuo started tinnitus not long after lying down, his whole head became dizzy, his nose was blocked and uncomfortable, he felt someone approaching in a daze, he struggled to lift his eyelids , saw a piece of familiar black robe corners, so he fell asleep in peace, and heard a woman's voice vaguely, he wondered why Chang Ming brought a woman back...

When he woke up again, his nose was finally cleared, and his mind was clearer, but his whole body was a little weak. Shen Zhuo moved his fingers and found that he was hugged in someone's arms.

"long……"

"Ah."

Shen Zhuo was puzzled by the low voice of a young man, he poked his head out of his arms and met several pairs of curious eyes.

"Crackling-"

The sound of the burning fire broke the silence, Shen Zhuo sat up slowly, and the eyes in front of him flickered with amazement at the same time.

"you……"

Shen Zhuo turned his head before he recognized one of them, "Are you...a disciple of the Xuantong Sect?"

"Xuan Tong Langxu, I once met Mr. Shen in Jinyang City." The handsome young man in the middle was a little pale, looking at Shen Zhuo's trembling eyes, as if he was very scared.

There was a man and a woman sitting beside him, the woman Shen Zhuo looked familiar, thought for a while and said, "...Qiutang?"

The woman in front of her was in a state of embarrassment, looking at him with a pale face, her torn clothes were still stained with blood, she was the disciple of Huangtianmen who was taken to Liangcheng by Qin Si that day, that is, Bai Yuanhong's junior sister.

Seeing that he recognized her, Qiutang immediately looked away, and quickly glanced at the young man beside him, "...Yes."

"What's going on?" Shen Zhuo glanced at someone.

"Meeted." Someone wearing Ying Tian's white shell hugged him without raising his head.

"We encountered a monster, thanks to Young Master Ying who rescued us." The silent young man said with a look of gratitude and fear.

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows, with a look of disbelief, "Help me out? Him?"

"...Actually, he didn't make a move, but the monster fled as soon as he appeared."

"..."

Oh, the demigod, whose spiritual power is restricted, is still domineering.

Shen Zhuo glanced at the three of them, "Did you see other people on the road?"

The three shook their heads at the same time.

Shen Zhuo frowned. He knew about Zhuoji. Although the child was lively and mischievous, he was actually very smart and sensible. He fell and separated from the cliff before. He knew that he would go to find him and would not run around. Don't run around near the cliff, don't you...

Shen Zhuo became uneasy, and began to urge his spiritual consciousness to look for opportunities, but found that his spiritual consciousness could not spread out.

His back felt cold, he subconsciously looked at Chang Ming, and said in a low voice, "I... can't see outside."

Chang Ming understood what he meant, but he was very calm, "That bird's consciousness is still there, but your spirit is lacking."

"Then can you—"

"Half a year."

Chang Ming lowered his head to meet his gaze, "I will not hurt you."

Shen Zhuo was silent for a moment, then asked, "What do you want to do?"

"..."

"..."

The two met in silence, and Shen Zhuo suddenly smiled indifferently, "It's okay, at least you didn't lie to me, the thing I most taboo is cheating."

"What if I lied to you?"

"You seem to have asked this question?"

Shen Zhuo raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The wrath of the heavens is the punishment of the heavens. Do you understand the pain of burning the primordial spirit after thousands of thunder calamities?"

Chang Ming's eyes were heavy, and before he could speak, he heard a timid voice next to him.

"You two...are you Taoist companions?" The youngest youth looked at him blankly.

"Daoist?"

Shen Zhuo didn't react for a while, but Chang Ming beside him had already hugged him.

"Correct."

"..."

The young man nodded suddenly, while Qiu Tang looked at him in astonishment and astonishment, "You... aren't you a couple with Long Xiang?"

Shen Zhuo: "..."

Chang Ming looked over coldly, "No."

Qiutang's scalp tingled inexplicably, as if she had walked away from the cycle of life and death.

Lang Xu looked at Shen Zhuo with a complicated face, "There are still people you like in this world..."

"..."

Shen Zhuo was a little speechless, "Do I look arrogant?"

"Even though you don't show it, we all know...you are."

Lang Xu smiled, seemingly helpless, "You don't even know how many people disliked you when you were in Jinyang City that day, and wanted to secretly teach you a lesson."

Shen Zhuo: "..."

He knows now.

Someone next to him asked lightly, "Who are there?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo coughed, signaling him to keep a low profile.

Lang Xu's smile faded away, and he looked at him fixedly, "Senior Sister Jiang asked me to thank you on her behalf."

"Thank you for what I did, it was that Prince Da Xia who saved people."

"Mr. Shen was joking. If it wasn't for your sake, my disciples from the Kunyi faction would not be able to ask Prince Daxia to rescue him. But what Senior Sister Jiang meant was...thank you for reminding her that day."

Shen Zhuo was silent, although he didn't regret what he said at that time, but at that time he still regarded the world as a book, knowing that the practice of longevity is fake, since all fates are doomed, as a cannon fodder It's better to enjoy life, and it should be his kindness as the author's father.

But now it seems that the existence of this world is more complex, larger and more mysterious than he knew, and it seems to have become a world of its own. Even as the Asahi Pavilion Master said, there is another consciousness of heaven in the world.

In this way, he, Shen Zhuo, somehow became a member of the torrent of fate, and at this moment, he was also grieving over the unnecessary divine essence.

"Life is long and unpredictable. I just speak my mind. No one knows whether it is right or wrong."

Shen Zhuo stared at the burning fire and sighed, and the cave fell silent for a while.

Suddenly someone said quietly, "Why do you think we want to cultivate immortals?"

Shen Zhuo looked up at the young man and asked, "What's your name?"

The young man lowered his head and sighed, but did not reply to his words, and the atmosphere was strangely gloomy for a moment.