Heavenly practice

"Have you been haunted by the demon of the heart?"

Shen Zhuo's face was frighteningly cold, even Ying Tianbai glanced at him.

Long Xiang turned his head away from the slap in the face, his wet hair covered his eyes, he turned his head slowly after a long time, and didn't say anything about you hitting me with bloody lines just because of him , but tilted his head helplessly and said with a smile, "It's just a joke, why are you so ruthless?"

The young man's tone was very relaxed, as if he had suddenly returned to the vigorous young master of the City Lord's Mansion that he had just met back then.

But Shen Zhuo couldn't laugh, he had a faint premonition in his heart that Long Xiang had already begun to transform, maybe he was transforming towards the protagonist in the original plot, or in another direction, the only thing that was certain was that this boy would no longer be As before, he walked forward along the road he paved for him.

Slowly clenching the lowered hands, Shen Zhuo said to the boy indifferently, "Go back and change your clothes, lest you catch a cold."

Long Xiang looked at him faintly, and smiled after a while, "Okay."

Shen Zhuo didn't say any more, and walked past him, followed by Ying Tianbai.

Long Xiang stood there motionless, without looking back for a long time.

Shen Zhuo didn't turn his head to take a look, but he was still disappointed in his heart. The surprise of disappointment was reasonable.

His disappointment is not with the protagonist, but with himself.

Along the way, the protagonist has performed very well. He has encountered so many changes in just half a year, but he has still come to this point firmly. As the father who created him, Shen Zhuo can be said to be quite proud.

But no matter how the protagonist is the protagonist, he is still a child who doesn't understand anything at the moment. If we look at the original plot, it will take the protagonist 3 years from the current foundation establishment to the ascension to immortality. Shen Zhuo originally had enough Confidently manipulating the plot shortens this period of time, allowing the protagonist to ascend as soon as possible, leading him to the end of the book, or opening the door to another world.

However, things were not as smooth as he had imagined, and his strongest bargaining chip—the mysterious and powerful undead force was slowly disappearing.

When he realized this, Shen Zhuo was actually terrified, but he was not so uneasy. Until today, in the illusion of Xijianchi, he saw a scene that surprised him, and the huge panic instantly swallowed him. All that uneasiness came out.

The moment he opened his eyes, he looked at the people on the shore and suddenly felt dazed—can he really go back to the original world?Relying on that fragile young man who only knows how to lose his temper at himself?

impossible.

From the very beginning, he chose the wrong path, pinning his own hope on others, such a stupid and incompetent thing, Shen Zhuo would never do it before, but because of his love for "The Immortal Era", Love, his trust in the protagonist has reached the level of no doubt, even though the other party is just a child who doesn't understand anything.

Of course, it seems unfair to randomly classify the protagonist as an ignorant and self-willed childish boy. At least Shen Zhuo knows what it's like to be in love at the beginning of a teenager, especially when the object is himself, he can understand it better, but he can't afford to wait.

He could clearly feel the magical power in his body dissipating. The strange disease he had before was a warning. Maybe it was because of the half-disappeared divine essence in Changming's mouth, or for other reasons. Slowly turning into a real mortal, he will lose his immortal body, the ability to manipulate time, and others can kill him with a single blow.

In such a world of cultivating immortals, Shen Zhuo must surely die.

And when Long Xiang chose to smile at him after being slapped by himself, he suddenly realized that the young Long Xiang could not meet his expectations, and the mature Long Xiang would not follow the path he paved for him. This approach was wrong from the start.

All he can rely on is himself.

"despair."

The footsteps behind him brought Shen Zhuo back to his senses, he looked back and was surprised to find that the unsmiling young master Song Hai was still following him.

"You... anything else?"

"Didn't you send me back?"

Shen Zhuo had nothing to say when the other party asked such a straightforward question, so does this child know nothing about the occasion?Didn't see what happened just now? Was he just making excuses?

"All right……"

However, since the other party had already said it, and the person was dragged by himself, Shen Zhuo had no choice but to fulfill his promise.

"Where do you live?"

"..."

Ying Tianbai pointed to the front not far away.

Shen Zhuo nodded and said perfunctorily, "Let's go."

When he got there, Shen Zhuo stopped in front of a pavilion, and he said to Tian Bai, "I still have something to do, so I'll send it here."

Naturally, Ying Tianbai wouldn't ask him what's the matter, so he responded lightly and walked forward.

Shen Zhuo watched the boy's figure slowly go away in the dim autumn twilight, smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, and when he turned to look at the pavilion behind him, his eyes were already serious.

Huangzi Pavilion, where the Zhentianmen classics are stored, disciples in the gate can enter and watch them by themselves.

After Shen Zhuo reported his name to the disciple guarding the gate, he stepped into the building full of books, and a scent of ink came to his face, which cleared his mind a lot.

Shen Zhuo closed the door, walked up to the second floor according to his not-so-deep memory, and stopped in front of "Canglong Scroll" among the books on the wooden shelf.

In ancient times, there was a mythical animal named Canglong, which was born in Futu Mountain. It lived in the moon and moon of 3000 years, and in the spring and autumn of 8000 years.

And this Canglong scroll records all kinds of strange things in ancient times, and there are even records about monks, and what Shen Zhuo needs is one of them-Shenxu.

Ever since Chang Ming regarded him as the incarnation of the Dao of Heaven, a special place appeared in Shen Zhuo's mind. After much deliberation, this place was the only thing related to the Dao of Heaven that was mentioned in the entire "Xiantu Era".

According to the "Canglong Scroll", when the heaven and the earth were first divided in ancient times, there was a place where the chaos was not separated, and the turbidity and turbidity were mixed. In this place, there have indeed been monks who have searched all over the ancient times, but there is no trace of them.

There is no doubt that Shenxu is the oldest place in this world, as for whether it exists... Shen Zhuo is not very clear.

When I first wrote "Xiantu Jiyuan", it was only on a whim. Although two-thirds of the outline has been completed later, it is not finished after all, and it has always been a common problem for all authors. In this two-thirds of the plot, a certain Tian Chenzhuo suddenly typed the word "Shenxu" on the computer. He didn't know why, but he vaguely felt that he would use it in the future, and he also specially laid a foreshadowing in "Canglong Scroll", but the result was not until this part He didn't mention the Shenxu even when the plot was almost over.

until today.

"The heaven and the earth were first divided, the sky was clear and the earth was turbid, the clear ones returned to the top, and the turbid ones returned to the bottom..."

Shen Zhuo looked at the content above and pondered. If there is really a place for him in this book, then this is the only place he can think of.

But where can I find it?There is no specific location recorded in the entire book, and the text is obscure and difficult to understand. It is a bit difficult for him, a modern person, to read it.

Digging the hole was fun at the beginning, but filling it was really exhausting. Shen Zhuo sat on the ground with his forehead propped up, and finally had no choice but to read the books mentioned in the "Canglong Scroll".

I don't know how long he turned, but he didn't notice that it was completely dark outside. The drowsiness that he hadn't visited for a long time came surging, and he fell asleep without knowing it.

The gatekeeper disciples outside the gate also went back to rest, and the entire Zhentian Gate was quiet.

Ying Tianbai pushed open the door of Huangzi Pavilion and went up to the second floor. When he raised his eyes, he saw a sweet man sleeping against the bookshelf. His face was slightly slanted, and the moonlight outside the door shone on that face, making it look as flawless as porcelain jade.

Ying Tianbai took a step forward and stood in front of him, his eyes fell on the book in his hand——

Moss Dragon Roll?

Ying Tianbai's eyes moved slightly when he saw the words on it, and he squatted down to get the book, but suddenly heard a low moan, and the next moment he was caught off guard by someone who grabbed his hand and pulled him over.

The one who was pulled fell forward, and fell sideways in the arms of the sleeping man, Ying Tianbai frowned slightly, and was about to get up, when suddenly a leg reached his waist, forcing him back down.

"..."

He silently turned his head to look at the person beside him, who happened to climb over with one hand, put his arms around his neck, and rubbed his sleeping head in it.

"Chang Ming, are you really bad..."

"..."

There was a moment of silence, Ying Tianbai looked quietly at the person who was close at hand, and the hot air from the other person's breathing was sprinkled on his chin.

For a moment, the sleeping person seemed to have seen something happy, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Ying Tianbai looked down at him, his eyes were heavy as if there were thousands of stars in them.