Heavenly practice

"Do not want to."

After a moment of shock, Long Xiang spit out these two words expressionlessly.

Shen Zhuo curled his lips, thinking that it was true.

He wasn't surprised at all, the protagonist of "The Immortal Journey" never wanted to cultivate immortality, everything was forced and helpless.

"I thought you were just a little thief, but I didn't expect you to be a charlatan." Long Xiang looked disdainful.

Shen Zhuo was a little upset when he was always looked down upon, he squinted at the other party, "Did Mr. Long forget that I saved your life?"

Long Xiang's lips moved, and he turned and left after saying "be quiet".

Shen Zhuo smiled nonchalantly, turned around and took off all his clothes and walked into the bathtub. The warm water surrounded him, and he felt so comfortable that he wanted to sigh.

He scooped up a handful of water with both hands and poured it on his head.

Without the sound of water falling as expected, Shen Zhuo suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were cold

In front of you is a lake as calm as a mirror.

In the mist not far away, there was a tall bearded tree with thick branches, and a black robe embroidered with golden dark patterns hung down from the trunk.

He looked along the hem of the robe, and saw the man half leaning on the dead tree.

The pure black robe has a little gold pattern on it, and the neckline is also embroidered with complicated and old patterns. The wrist protruding from the cuff is well-defined, slender and powerful, and it is clenched into a fist to support the well-defined chin.

The thin lips are tightly pursed, looking stunning and indifferent, followed by the straight and high bridge of the nose, the eyes are like a universe where thousands of stars are hidden, colorful light spots are shining in the endless darkness, and at the end of the light is indifference and death .

A head of long silver hair does not look old, but full of luster, casually scattered on the shoulders, hanging on the branches in front of the chest, the man didn't care, just looked at him fixedly.

Shen Zhuo hooked the corners of his lips, walked a few steps forward, stood under the dead tree, looked up at the silver-haired man leaning on it with a smile, and sighed in his heart - so good-looking, this man.

The setting of Long Xiang as the male protagonist is already good enough, but at this time he is still a boy, exuding a childishness all over his body, and the man in front of him exudes a huge aura all over his body, even Shen Zhuo feels that Heart palpitations.

He looked up at the silver-haired man earnestly, and the other party looked down at him, like a proud king, like a god who has been lonely for thousands of years.

He remembered.

There was a smile in Shen Zhuo's eyes, the man in front of him was probably the man he dreamed about before time travel.

Looking at the god-like face and the silver hair hanging on the branch, Shen Zhuo almost couldn't help reaching out to pick up the long silver hair. At this moment, a faint voice sounded above his head.

"You came."

"Ah."

Shen Zhuo responded, raised his head and faced that indifferent face, those dark eyes seemed to contain ice that would not melt all year round.

The man stretched out his hand towards his forehead, and an invisible force fluctuated, the lake under his feet rippled, Shen Zhuo's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a strand of long black hair covered his face.

Shen Zhuo looked down at the reflection at his feet, only to realize that he was not wearing anything, his strange black hair covered his exposed white skin, and his slender limbs looked very strange.

After watching for a while, he looked up again at the silver-haired man opposite, but found that his eyes were pitch black and he couldn't see anything.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was Long Xiang's stern and cold face, and he had climbed onto the bed without knowing when.

He shook his head, the eyes of the man in the dream were still in his mind, he didn't react for a moment, he just lay there in a daze.

Long Xiang patted off the bed impatiently, "Get up."

"……Um?"

Shen Zhuo was still blindfolded, so he was carried up to the roof.

"..."

Looking at the bright moon above his head and the silent city below his feet, Shen Zhuo was a little speechless, not knowing what kind of monster the protagonist was.

"Why did you ask me that question today?"

"Which one?"

"... Cultivation of Immortals."

"Oh, that, just ask casually, don't take it to heart, Mr. Long."

Shen Zhuo waved his hands carelessly, and was about to leave when a sentence came from behind——

"Stop calling me nephew?"

Shen Zhuo chuckled, turned around and looked at him, "It's just an excuse, do you really believe it?"

Long Xiang's face suddenly turned cold, "Who the hell are you?"

"An unlucky man."

After Shen Zhuo let out a long sigh, his expression suddenly became serious, "One last time, do you want to cultivate immortality?"

"Does this concern you?"

"Yes, it is closely related."

"I don't want to." Long Xiang replied.

Shen Zhuo was silent for a moment, "Immortals rely on emptiness to control the wind, gods live the same life as heaven and earth, and immortals compete with heaven, don't you think at all?"

"..."

After a moment of silence, Long Xiang shook his head, "I don't want to, at least not right now."

Shen Zhuo sighed deeply in his heart.

Because the plot was originally like this, the protagonist embarked on the road of cultivating immortality because of revenge, and now he is living a good life, a goddamn immortal.

"Ugh……"

He heaved a long sigh, asking Long Xiang to cultivate himself would be better than cultivating himself. What a pity, he dared not imagine what it would be like to cultivate himself.

"What about you? Do you want to cultivate immortality?" Long Xiang asked back.

Shen Zhuo naturally thought about this question, and it was meaningless to say it again, so he didn't answer Long Xiang, but said directly,

"Leave Hengyang City immediately, don't take anything with you, and leave Hengyang City immediately with your parents and family."

Shen Zhuo's expression is very serious, because he doesn't know whether the plot can be changed. After all, in this world, the plot is not only the plot, but also the development trend with the greatest probability based on the environment, characters and personalities.

Shen Zhuo couldn't stand the matter of exterminating the family, and even if he didn't follow the plot, he still had thousands of ways to make the protagonist embark on the road of cultivating immortality.

"reason."

"For your parents."

"..."

Long Xiang's expression became serious, "When will you leave?"

"Tonight." Shen Zhuo was slightly surprised, "Why do you believe me again?"

"It's best if it's real, but if it's fake, I just need to protect my parents."

Long Xiang returned very calmly, which made Shen Zhuo a little startled.

He thought, the protagonists are different after all, whether it's qualifications, opportunities, or this kind of disposition that is rare for many people, sometimes everything is doomed long ago, and the protagonists in his works are never replaceable.

"you……"

At this moment, the light of the full moon above the head seemed to suddenly brighten up.

"Shen Zhuo!"

Long Xiang looked at the direction behind Shen Zhuo, his eyes widened in fear, and quickly got up to pull him.

But still one step slower.

A loud and clear phoenix cry resounded from the sky above Hengyang City, resounding through the sky, and the dazzling firelight illuminated the entire night sky.

The fiery flame flew over in the blink of an eye, Shen Zhuo wanted to wait for the expected moment, but unexpectedly happened.

The red light behind him disappeared in an instant, and there was a vast expanse of white clouds in front of his eyes, and the uneven roof under his feet turned into smooth jade steps.

Shen Zhuo looked forward, and there were countless successive jade steps floating in the sky above the clouds and mist of the nine heavens, and he was standing on one of the jade steps right now, looking back behind him, there was a towering mountain standing among the clouds and mist , the tumbling clouds and mist kept surging like an eastward flow, but the mountain peak remained silent, like the Taoism that abides in the long river of history, like the law in the long river of the universe.

And above that mountain peak is a nine-layered palace, golden stones and jade beams, every brick, every railing is engraved with ancient and mysterious patterns, standing motionless above the clouds and mists, it is a simple deterrent that shocks the soul.

Shen Zhuo looked at the entrance of the palace, and a familiar figure walked out slowly from there.

The extremely simple black robe with dark golden threads is like in a dream, the indifferent and handsome face is like a godsend, and the silver hair hangs down on the feet.

Those cold, emotionless eyes looked down at him like immortals.

In the sky and fog realm, 99 jade steps are set up in the sky, with cranes dancing in the sky above, black birds soaring, and cloud-piercing mountain peaks below, a series of palaces, just like a fairyland, where the demigods live—— Santu Peak.

Just like in the book, Shen Zhuo raised the corners of his mouth slightly.