Heavenly practice

"It's a Firefox!"

"Help me lock it in the cage, I want to take it back to play!"

The woman's delicate voice sounded, and someone at the side echoed and picked up the fire fox's ears. The amputated leg was only attached to a little flesh, and it would directly tear and fall to the ground. The fox cried out mournfully.

Shen Zhuo's eyes turned cold.

Han Zixiao at the side had a rare cold face, "These people..."

"I'm afraid the fox's legs can't be healed anymore, and it can't be a spiritual pet. It's better to peel off the skin and make a fur collar."

"Okay, let's deal with this fox quickly."

The old man in a gold-patterned robe stroked his beard and said indifferently,

The girl in pink next to her was only about eighteen or nineteen, she frowned and said, "Then peel off its fur, I just want to make a new dress, do you remember..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she saw the person walking away from the crowd. He was dressed in white and had black hair. He had a graceful appearance and a celestial appearance. The girl was stunned for a moment, she had never seen such a person.

The crowd also fell silent, and the old man looked up, with waves in his eyes, "Your Excellency?"

Shen Zhuo didn't even look at him, but turned to the red fox on the ground.

The girl laughed immediately, "My lord also likes this beast?"

Shen Zhuo walked up to the disciple of the Longevity Gate holding the fox, took the Firefox and hugged it in his arms calmly.

Han Zixiao was frightened as he watched from behind, fearing that the disciple would attack Shen Zhuo, but unexpectedly, the disciple stood there with a pale face, as if he had lost his soul.

But the girl didn't notice the disciple, her eyes were fixed on the handsome young man in front of her, she said shyly, "I don't know what your name is, sir?"

Shen Zhuo turned a deaf ear, and brushed his hand over the dying Firefox, and the silver light flashed, and the broken leg of the Firefox grew out of thin air, and all the wounds on his body disappeared.

Everyone watched this scene in shock, speechless for a moment.

Rebirth from a broken leg is not simply a matter of managing business, such methods can be described as extraordinary.

The old man's eyes sharpened suddenly, and he stabbed at Shen Zhuo like a sharp arrow, "I am the elder of the Dharma Protector of the Longevity Gate, I don't know what sect you belong to?"

"Okay." Shen Zhuo touched the Firefox.

"grumble……"

The fire fox jumped out of his arms and fell to the ground, then quickly jumped into the forest and disappeared without a trace.

"Ah! Run away!" the girl shouted.

"This is something from my Longevity Gate. What do you mean by this, Your Excellency?" The old man's voice turned cold.

"Things from the Longevity Gate?" Shen Zhuo finally opened his mouth.

The girl blushed, "Young Master, if you want it, it belongs to you!"

Shen Zhuo didn't even look at her, and looked up at the old man, "The Longevity Gate is gone, so it doesn't belong to you, does it?"

The old man looked cold, "Arrogant."

But Shen Zhuo turned around and looked at Han Zixiao who was shocked and dazed, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid you won't be able to join the sect of longevity."

"Boy is arrogant!"

The old man's voice sounded suddenly, and Han Zixiao immediately drew his sword and stepped forward, but stopped in his tracks and looked behind him in shock.

There was a dead silence, and the girl just watched her grandfather turn into pottery, with cracks all over his body, and then turned into a pile of dust and fell to the ground.

As if dumb, the girl limp on the ground, trembling all over, looking at Shen Zhuo like a ghost.

Han Zixiao stared at Shen Zhuo with wide eyes, "You..."

"Actually, you don't need to join any sect."

Shen Zhuo leaned on the bamboo pole on the ground, and looked at the young man in front of him calmly, "It is indeed a bit late to enter Taoism at twenty, but your talent is unmatched, and staying in these sects is just a waste of time."

Han Zixiao's shock and questioning disappeared immediately, leaving only surprise, this was the first time Shen Zhuo praised him, he couldn't help grinning, "Really...really?"

"real."

"I'm ashamed of you boasting..."

Han Zixiao scratched his head with a smile, "But no matter how talented I am, I need someone to guide me. I don't even know how to step into the next level."

"Then find out for yourself."

Shen Zhuo passed the crowd and walked forward, "You and I will part ways."

"Where are you going? You killed the elders of the Longevity Sect, and they will hunt you down! The two of you have someone to take care of you!" Han Zixiao didn't say anything about protecting him, and he couldn't match Yujian just now.

Shen Zhuo stopped, "You have your way to go."

"What way?"

"Road to Heaven."

Shen Zhuo turned around and looked at him with a smile on his lips, "Didn't you say you want to know the way of heaven?"

It was rare for Han Zixiao to see him smile, so he couldn't help laughing, "To be honest, I always feel like I've seen you somewhere before."

Shen Zhuo nodded, "I've seen it, but you don't know it."

Han Zixiao was surprised when he heard the words, "Really? When and where?"

"In your No.11 reincarnation."

"..."

Han Zixiao smiled helplessly, "You're talking nonsense again, there are no eleven lives in reincarnation."

Shen Zhuo smiled.

Han Zixiao's smile faded, "I always feel like I'll never see you again."

"See you again, if you can remember me then."

"..."

Han Zixiao looked at his back without moving for a long time, feeling that he would never see him again in this life.

Tens of thousands of years have passed, and he has never seen this young man named Shen Zhuo again, but when he stood in front of that deserted village and saw the stone tablet that had experienced thousands of years of wind and rain, he realized that the young man in white asked the question. What does that sentence mean.

"You will have everything and endless loneliness, Han Zixiao, do you regret it?"

"..."

At this time, he was already the first emperor in the world to establish the Cultivation Dynasty, and no one called him Han Zixiao, let alone Brother Zixiao.

He broke his left arm, took out the arm bone and refined it into a bone flute, on which he carved the song of Tongtian and left it to his people.

No one knew where he had gone, hundreds of years after hundreds of years, he was walking in the world looking for Xin Li's reincarnation, watching her watch him die of old age again and again.

In the tenth life, he suddenly remembered a sentence that the young man in white said a long time ago——

"You and I have seen it, in your No.11 reincarnation."

"No. 11 reincarnation... There is No. 11 reincarnation!"

As if he had grasped the last sliver of life, he carried the corpse in his arms and ran between the sky and the poles, looking for reincarnation.

Then, he saw the young man in white again. He was still as young and calm as before, but he had already gone through so many vicissitudes.

The young man was walking in the mountains and forests like ten thousand years ago, and when he saw himself, he smiled slightly, "We meet again."

He knelt down, hugged the corpse in his arms and fell deeply on the ground, "I regret it..."

His voice was so hoarse that he didn't even recognize him, and he hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Collect the bones of ten lives, recruit their souls, and forge their reincarnation path."

After leaving these words, the young man left again, hugging the person in his arms tightly as if he had found a treasure.

"thanks……"