Later, after a long time, it was so long that the broken bridge accumulated a hundred times of residual snow, until the Southern Song Dynasty perished, and until the Manchu Qing Dynasty was established.

Xiaoqing has been staying in the West Lake, he mended and mended the oil-paper umbrella left by Bai Suzhen, and she went to the West Lake to look at it again.

Fahai drove the crane to the west, Wenqu star Xu Shilin returned to his position successfully, and the five ghosts left only Liu Yuanda alone, and the neighbors changed countless times.

Bai Suzhen came back, but her white clothes were fluttering, she had no desires, she let go of Xu Xian, and let go of the former mountain alliance and sea oath.

She has changed, she is no longer a thousand-year-old infatuated snake demon, but an otherworldly immortal.

The water of the West Lake is clear, the faint fragrance of lotus is refreshing, she is dressed in white, the green leaves are commensurate, just like the snow falling.

Xiaoqing looked at Bai Suzhen, and her fingers trembled slightly unconsciously: "Sister, you...... Do you still like Xu Xian?"

Bai Suzhen looked far away in his eyes, he looked at the drifting Yiye Bian Boat in the distance, and smiled with relief: "It's just a catastrophe, and if you look at it now, it's actually just a joke." ”

The nose was a little sour, Xiaoqing looked at Bai Suzhen expressionlessly, obviously she was still her, but in the past few years of Leifeng Tower, she was reborn, and things were wrong.

Xiaoqing doesn't like immortals, she didn't like them before, she doesn't like them even more now, and she doesn't like them in the future.

What is the difference between the gods and the wooden stake?

Therefore, Xiaoqing would rather be a monster for a lifetime than go to the Nine Heavens Cloud City to be an immortal.

Kangxi year, West Lake, Hangzhou, in the evening.

The oil-paper lanterns swayed in the wind in the alley, and the dim halo barely illuminated the alley, and in the long alley, the young man in the green shirt staggered forward.

He held a jug of wine in his arms, and as he walked, he poured it into his mouth regardless of his image.

The clothes on his body were also wet with alcohol, clinging to the skin, outlining the abdominal muscles on his chest.

But at the same time, under the dim light, his eyes changed little by little, gradually transforming from human pupils to snake vertical pupils, and cyan scales faintly appeared on his face and hands.

He drank a little too much wine, and the wine was too misleading, and his spiritual power was just as easy to control, and Xiao Qing had always understood this.

For example, the realgar wine that Bai Suzhen drank during the Dragon Boat Festival.

However, it is precisely because he understands that he wants to drink, so he drinks in the small alleys where there are many people in the world, and next to the small alleys, there is even the famous Jinshan Temple.

This year, Xiaoqing has cultivated for nearly a thousand years, and it will soon be a thunder tribulation, and after the thunder tribulation, he will be able to become an immortal.

But he didn't want to, he even wished he could die here.

In fact, since Bai Suzhen turned into an immortal, he Xiaoqing has long been unaware of what he is living for.

No goals, no expectations.

He waited for Bai Suzhen for decades, but then she never came back.

The paper umbrella was mended again and again, the bracket was broken, the oil paper was broken, he stretched the paper umbrella open, and the breaking sound of "squeak" was mercilessly reminding him:

The paper umbrella is broken, so the person is not there.

She's gone.

Long gone.

The wine poured into his mouth in large gulps, and the tingling and burning sensation stimulated his internal organs, as if he had swallowed a flame, as if he had really pulled out his heart alive.

He likes Bai Suzhen, he Xiaoqing likes Bai Suzhen!

The hands and feet are cold, and the night wind is whining.

The black-brown wine jar shattered to the ground, and Xiaoqing looked at the moon shadow in the sky, the corners of her lips rose, and then she fell to the ground with a bang.

In the early morning of the next day, everyone found a huge green snake, thought it was ominous, and looked for someone to come here.

It's just that the green snake is full of the smell of wine.

Burn the sticks and beat them, peel off the scales and break the bones.

The pain stimulated every inch of the meridians, and there were shouts and curses all around, he was still motionless, everything should be like this, this is the result of Xiaoqing thinking about it for a hundred years, and finally made up his mind.

The fragrance of lotus flowers wafted into his nose little by little, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the Song Dynasty.

At that time, she had just turned into a woman, and she reluctantly called Bai Suzhen "sister", and later there was rain in the West Lake, Xu Xian held an oil-paper umbrella and smiled at Bai Suzhen on the shore.

At that time, the years were quiet, Xu Xian concentrated on running the pharmacy, Bai Suzhen took care of family affairs, and Xiaoqing and the five ghosts talked and laughed.

How nice.

But there's no going back.

The pain in his flesh was nothing, and he just wanted to rest now, he was too tired.

Just when Xiaoqing was about to blow up Neidan, in the midst of a burst of scolding and discussion, someone suddenly said aloud: "Your subordinates have mercy, can you bring this demon back with you?"

But the strange thing is that Xiaoqing didn't feel the aura of a cultivator from the man, on the contrary, this Taoist priest was full of evil energy.

It's not demonic but evil, it's an aura similar to resentment, and it's common to ghosts who have died unjustly.

Later, after the crowd dispersed, the so-called Taoist priest half-squatted down, and Xiaoqing saw the face of the Taoist clearly:

The Taoist wore a face mask and couldn't see his facial features clearly, but he was wearing a cyan Taoist robe with a peachwood sword behind him.

The Taoist wearing a face mask came to Xiaoqing's side and said slowly, "I can help you ......"

Although he couldn't see the expression of the Taoist, Xiaoqing could clearly hear the smile between the Taoist's words.

Xiaoqing didn't answer, and the snake's vertical pupils stared coldly at the Taoist.

The Taoist was not angry, and still said unhurriedly: "I know you like Bai Suzhen, but it's not her now, but Bai Suzhen before she became an immortal, right?"

Xiaoqing still didn't answer, but his originally motionless body trembled slightly at the moment.

After chuckling a few times, the Taoist continued to speak: "I can let you go back in time, I can help you." ”

After being silent for a long time, Xiaoqing, who was originally hard-mouthed, finally raised his head and looked at the face Taoist: "How can you help me?"

"Do you know how to eat?" asked the facetler.

Xiaoqing nodded.

"Gluttony devours all things, and so does time. After a pause, the Taoist continued to speak: "You only need to let the gluttony devour it for a hundred years, and then wait until the natural vision, the two months are inherited, and then the time is used to devour the ......."

The Taoist smiled and lowered his voice to a very low level:

In this way, we can reverse the situation and go back to the past. ”

"Why are you telling me?" Xiao Qing raised his vigilance, there is no free lunch in the world, there is a reason for it, he doesn't know what medicine this person bought in his gourd.

Hearing this, the Taoist got up and replied, "It's very simple, I want you to kill someone...... A man from hundreds of years ago. ”

As he spoke, three silver needles appeared in the hands of the face-painted Taoist.

After the wrist was forced, the silver needle pierced into Xiaoqing's skin in an instant......

And just as the picture was getting to this point, a powerful force suddenly popped out the nameless divine consciousness.

Caught off guard, his consciousness was forced to withdraw, and the picture in Nameless's mind came to an abrupt end, and at the same time, blood poured back, Nameless took a few steps back, and spit out a mouthful of black blood with a "hmm".

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at Xiaoqing, who was awake.

Yes, just a moment ago, Xiaoqing woke up.