Heavenly practice

Shen Zhuo didn't stay on Penglai Island for long, and left before the people from Penglai arrived.

He appeared under a green hill, and found that he couldn't find his way. The road up the hill was covered with weeds, and there were also lush green vegetation. Occasionally, he could see one or two broken stone slabs.

He looked at this unfamiliar place and became dazed for a moment, and there were bursts of cheerful and powerful folk songs coming from far behind him. He turned his head and looked over, and saw the man carrying firewood.

"Immortal... Immortal!"

The man's eyes widened, and he stood there blankly looking at the handsome young man in white in front of him.

Shen Zhuo smiled in astonishment, "I wonder if there is another way to get to the top of this mountain?"

The man stammered and pointed somewhere, "There..."

"Thank you."

Shen Zhuo nodded his thanks, then turned around and walked in that direction.

The man looked at his bright white clothes and long hair that reached his ankles and couldn't help shouting, "That road is not easy—"

Shen Zhuo's footsteps paused, whether he could walk was the second priority, but he really didn't know the mountain road, and he didn't want to fly directly to the top of the mountain.

He turned his head to look at the farmer, and smiled slowly, "I don't know if brother may be leading the way for me?"

Seeing his smile, the man blushed on his dark face, and agreed, "Okay..."

"Thank you." Shen Zhuo nodded to him.

The man smiled honestly, skillfully put the firewood in a hidden grass and walked up the mountain.

"Will it not be lost here?" Shen Zhuo asked.

"No, I've been making firewood here for 20 years, so I know it best." The man said while clearing the thorns beside the road with a hatchet.

"20 years, that's a long time."

Shen Zhuo looked at the messy mountain road in a daze, "I haven't been here for a long time."

The man's eyes lit up when he heard the words, "Young master, have you been here before?"

"Well, back then there were many people living on this mountain..."

"My lord, are you kidding me?"

The man laughed loudly, "No one has lived in Qinyang Mountain since I was born."

Shen Zhuo smiled, but didn't speak.

But the man thought of something, "But I heard from my grandfather that there were immortals living on Qinyang Mountain a hundred years ago. Two years ago, my brother also said that he saw someone standing on the top of the mountain. I don't know if it is true. of."

"Probably true."

Shen Zhuo stopped and found a strand of hair caught by a roadside branch.

The man raised the hatchet to split the branch, but was stopped, Shen Zhuo watched the branch tremblingly let go of his hair, and smiled, "It wasn't intentional either."

The man stared at this scene, pointing at Shen Zhuo for a long time without saying a word.

"Let's go." Shen Zhuo said.

The man swallowed, walked forward cautiously, and then asked, "Are you... a fairy?"

"No." Shen Zhuo replied without hesitation.

The man thought for a while and asked again, "Is that a monk?"

"No, I'm an ordinary person like you. Maybe I'm not as strong as you. I'm a scholar."

"student?"

The man nodded thoughtfully, "That's quite similar, then what are you doing here on Qinyang Mountain?"

"Come to see an old friend."

"Old man?"

The man looked at the top of the mountain in confusion, "The old man is at the top of Qinyang Mountain?"

Shen Zhuo stopped talking, and the man was embarrassed to ask again, so he began to clear the mountain road seriously.

"No brother, you just need to lead the way."

Seeing that he was sweating profusely, Shen Zhuo felt embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to make a wooden hairpin to tie up his hair.

The man wiped the sweat from his head, "It's okay."

Shen Zhuo felt that this person was really polite, so he smiled helplessly, "It's really unnecessary, why don't you talk to me about homework?"

The man scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "My family has nothing to say, it's just in the town at the foot of Qinyang Mountain, besides the second elder, there is also a younger brother and a younger sister..."

Shen Zhuo listened to the chatter in his ear, and his eyes fell on the direction of the top of the mountain. An ethereal white figure was looming, like a ghost.

He stopped.

The man also stopped unexpectedly, followed his gaze, and was suddenly frightened.

Standing on the cliff in front of him was a man in white, holding a long sword, his jade face was cold, his long hair was loose, fluttering with the wind, as if floating there out of thin air, like a ghost.

"ghost--"

"..."

Shen Zhuo sneered, "Why is he a ghost and I'm a fairy?"

The man was stunned by his smile, "That, that, he is floating..."

Shen Zhuo lowered his head and smiled, looked up at the person standing on the cliff, "Long time no see."

"haven't seen you for a long time."

The man turned his head to look at him, his eyes were cold and lifeless, "I heard that you are dead."

"..."

The man looked at Shen Zhuo in horror, and his face turned pale.

"Isn't this alive again?"

Shen Zhuo took a step forward, smiling slightly, "Have you lived here all this time?"

"Ah."

Fu Que turned his head again, looking at the misty clouds in the mountains.

"I'm here to look for you." Shen Zhuo said.

"Why?"

"I advise you to go down the mountain."

"..."

"You can't wait for him here."

Fu Que turned his head to look at him, waiting for him to continue.

Shen Zhuo curled the corner of his mouth, "Go to Daxia Atrium, there is what you want."

Fu Que's dead eyes burst into a sharp and piercing light, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"This is his fourth life. He was sealed for a hundred years because he was injured in the womb. Now he is 13 years old. You should go find him."

"How to find it?"

"You'll know him when you see him."

"..."

Fu Que's eyes are like sharp swords, piercing straight into his consciousness, "You can resurrect from death, you can summon thunder, and you can glimpse reincarnation. Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am."

"Then why should I trust you?"

"Because... just treat it as what I owe you."

Shen Zhuo looked at him helplessly, "I failed to save them back then, now I can only make up for them one by one."

As the mountain wind blew, Fu Que's long hair was blown up, covering half of his face, and his sharp eyes were fixed on Shen Zhuo.

"What do you want to do when you come back?"

"A lot, I can't tell you right now. As for my return, I hope you can keep it a secret."

"Including Longxiang?"

"Including everyone."

"Why?"

"Because I shouldn't show up, there will be chaos. What happened back then is an example."

Shen Zhuo's eyes bent, "The world has its own permanence, and it has its own cycle. You have to go on your own in the future, remember to live well."

Fu Que looked at him deeply, and it took a long time before he replied, "Okay."

"Then I'm leaving. If you need help with anything, call my name and I will hear you."

Shen Zhuo turned his head to look at the stunned young man behind him, "Scared?"

The man stammered, "You you you..."

"He is the old man I am looking for, a monk."

"Oh……"

The young man breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that he was a monk, "Then you are also a monk?"

"I'm not, I'm a scholar."

Shen Zhuo smiled and took a palm-sized Lingshi and handed it over, "This is for you as a gift in return, thank you brother for leading the way."

The young man looked at the milky white spirit stone as if falling into a dream, and when he was about to say something, his vision blurred, and he realized that he was already standing at the foot of the mountain.

In the silence of the mountains, only the chirping of birds is heard. There is no such thing as a young man in white. If it weren't for the spirit stone in his hand, he really thought it was a dream.