Heavenly practice

After Shen Zhuo left that remote small country, he went to the Tianming Pavilion, without going through the courtyard, and directly stepped into the Tianming Pavilion hidden in the void.

Stars and stars dotted in the endless darkness, big or small planets are floating around, a chessboard-like space floats in the center of this void, pieces of white stone slabs are combined like countless lines criss-crossing, a black-clothed eye The girl covered in black gauze stood there quietly, looking up slightly as if she was "watching" the trails of stars all over the sky.

Ripples rippled in the void behind her like the surface of a lake, and Shen Zhuo stepped out of the ripples and stood on the chessboard.

The girl turned and "looked" at him.

The corners of Shen Zhuo's mouth curled, he took a step forward and walked up to her, reaching out his hand to remove the black veil covering her eyes.

A pair of colorless pupils marked by countless silver runes were exposed, as clear as glass, these eyes that could only reflect the trajectory of thousands of stars now reflected the appearance of the person in front of them.

Shen Zhuo saw in her eyes that he was dressed in white and had long hair reaching his ankles. He had completely lost his original appearance, and he couldn't help but a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

"You are dead."

"I am also a mortal."

Shen Zhuo covered her eyes with his hand, curled the corner of his mouth, and a silver light flashed in his palm, "I promised you that when I return, your eyes will be able to see the colors of everything except me."

He withdrew his hand, and the pair of colorless glazed pupils in front of him were also stained with a deep black color.

There was a hint of bewilderment in those eyes.

Shen Zhuo smiled into her eyes, "From now on, the Destiny Clan will no longer be shackles by the Dao of Heaven, and they can observe the Destiny and the world."

Her eyes moved slightly, "What do you want to do?"

"Continue to write the destiny and draw a dot for this immortal era."

Shen Zhuo spread his arms, stepped back step by step, looked at her with a smile, "Give everyone an ending."

"What about you?"

Asahi Xuegong looked at him fixedly, "What about your ending? What about Changming's?"

"My ending has been set since I came to Central Continent, and I am destined to be entangled with him."

"Even if you can only have one with him?"

"Yes."

Shen Zhuo looked at her with a smile on his face, as if possessing incomparable confidence, "I believe in him, and I also believe in myself."

"Where are you going?"

"Let's go visit old friends and hit the road."

In the next moment, he disappeared into the world, and at the same time, another person quietly disappeared into the crowd on the busy street in the atrium of the Great Xia Imperial City.

In the twilight of the morning, the bustling crowd was busy with their own work, and the faint aroma of buns came along with the sound of selling.

Shen Zhuo inhaled the fragrance, went to the steamed stuffed bun shop and bought two steamed buns, put them in his mouth, subconsciously took the spirit stones from the storage ring, but found that his spirit stones were returned together with the storage ring It's been a long time.

"This young man?"

The stall owner of the bun shop raised his eyebrows and looked at him, "Could it be that the storage ring is lost?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo glanced at the bun in his hand, and remembered that he still had one in his mouth, so he couldn't pay it.

The two looked at each other awkwardly for a moment, and Shen Zhuo silently began to undress.

The stall owner was taken aback, "Sir, what are you doing?!"

Shen Zhuo took the bun from his mouth, "I really lost my storage ring, but this dress is still a treasure..."

The stall owner laughed when he heard the words, waved his hands and said, "Forget it, it's just two buns. I gave it to you for nothing."

"……thanks."

Shen Zhuo touched his face, he didn't expect that one day he would be able to brush his face for nothing.

In this way, the two of them were considered to be friends, and Shen Zhuo simply lifted up his robe and stood in the corner to chat with the stall owner.

The stall owner really deserves to be a local who has lived in Huangchenggen for a long time. He has traveled from south to north and is very well-informed. One side told him about the unparalleled battle at Santu Peak four years ago, and the other side told him about Void Realm Tianzhan. Long Xiang became famous in the battle of Santu Peak in Lingdu.

Shen Zhuo gave a lot of face, and when he gnawed on the steamed stuffed bun, he was surprised a few times.

The stall owner was really satisfied, he spoke more vigorously, and slapped the steamer with his palm, "Guess what?"

Shen Zhuo followed immediately, "Huh?"

"Just two days ago..."

"what?"

Shen Zhuo ate the steamed stuffed bun in two bites, and suddenly heard the sound of fighting.

Before he had time to react, he was pulled aside by the stall owner. The next moment, a sword qi split the ground of the street, leaving a shallow gully.

There was a sound of flapping clothes, and the young Qingyue's flamboyant voice sounded above his head, "Little monsters dare to come to Daxia to play wild!

Shen Zhuo looked up, and saw a figure in white clothes passing by in mid-air, landing on the roof of the restaurant, and the person lying on the ground was immediately caught by Daxia officers and soldiers.

Shen Zhuo didn't care to watch the fun, he just stared at the boy.

A handsome young man's face, about thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate features, tall and straight figure, black hair tied casually with a red string, with a few strands hanging on his chest, wearing a moon white brocade dress with gold trim It was dirty in several places, but the young man didn't care about it, his eyebrows and eyes were full of wanton flamboyance.

Shen Zhuo glanced at the sword in his hand, then looked at the boy's eyes, and suddenly smiled.

The boy didn't look at him at all, but jumped up to him when he heard his smile, "What are you laughing at?"

When the young man looked over, his eyes became even brighter, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the brows were full of free and easy publicity, the familiarity made people tremble.

The crowd was bustling, the young man turned his back to the imperial city and raised his eyebrows to look at him. The young man's innocence and heroism were mixed together, miraculously overlapping with the face in his memory.

Shen Zhuo couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, it was even more shocking than reunion after a long absence, a shock from the heart.

For the first time, he realized so clearly that there really is reincarnation in this world.

"Su Wuya!"

There was a scolding sound not far away, and the boy immediately frowned and shrank his body, "It's over, it's over...my master is here!"

He turned around and was about to beg for a few words, but saw his master staring at him behind him in a daze.

Shen Zhuo looked at the person on the other side and smiled, "Long time no see."

"Every time I hear your words, I feel like I hear a crow on a branch." Fu Que replied with a cold face.

Shen Zhuo: "..."

Even if he was embarrassed, he couldn't really turn around and leave. Shen Zhuo looked at the cold Fu Que sitting opposite him, and then at the young man who looked at him curiously. People hate.

"How have you been?"

Although it was Fu Que who asked, Shen Zhuo looked at the young man on the left with his eyes.

Fu Que naturally knew what he was asking, and his face softened, "...Thank you."

The young man looked at his master with wide eyes in surprise, "This is the first time I have heard master say these two words."

Fu Que glanced at him, but didn't speak, the young man curled his lips, rather bored.

Seeing that there was something wrong with the atmosphere between the two, Shen Zhuo smiled, "Didn't you tell him?"

"no need."

"Why?"

"It's not him after all."

"If it wasn't for him, why did you find him and why did you accompany him?"

"I just want to be with him forever and ever."

Fu Que lowered his eyes and clenched his sword tightly, "But he will never think of the slightest bit."

Shen Zhuo remained silent.

The young man at the side saw something wrong with his master, and worriedly supported his arm, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Que didn't answer.

Shen Zhuo smiled, and asked the young man, "If your master wants to travel far, are you willing to follow?"

The boy said without hesitation, "You should follow."

Shen Zhuo asked again, "Why?"

The boy was stunned, and after a moment of hesitation, he turned his head and looked at his master.

"You are the prince of Daxia, how many masters do you want?"

"Different!"

"What's different? Besides, your master just went on a long trip, and it's not like he won't be back."

"...when will you be back?"

"Three or five hundred years are possible."

The boy raised his eyebrows, "Then I have to follow!"

Shen Zhuo still asked, "Why?"

The boy answered without hesitation this time, "I want to be with him forever!"

Fu Que suddenly looked up at him, "...what did you say?"

"Whether it's the way to become a Taoist with the sword, or the road to immortality, I always want to have my master by my side."

A trace of blush flashed across the young man's fair and immature face, "I don't know why, when I first saw Master back then, you thought you were here to find me..."

Fu Que's eyes turned red all of a sudden.

The boy was startled, "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Boundless."

"Here you are, Master."

"Boundless."

"The disciple is here."

"..."

Shen Zhuo smiled, resting his chin and watching the long street in a hurry, people coming and going, reincarnation after a hundred generations, the sky was deserted.