"Guess what happened?" The Taoist priest stopped talking abruptly, turned his head, and looked at Shao Xiuwen with a cold gaze. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Shao Xiuwen pursed his lips and didn't answer his question. But beneath his calm surface, his heart has already set off a monstrous wave. He knew that this man would not tell him this story for no reason. This Taoist priest has always insisted on calling himself "Xingyuan Jun", perhaps, he is the Xingyuan Zhenjun in that story!

But even though he already understood this fact in his heart, Shao Xiuwen was still a little unacceptable.

The Taoist priest took out a pot of wine out of nowhere, and when he saw that Shao Xiuwen didn't answer his question, he laughed twice, raised his neck and poured a big sip of wine before continuing to tell the story.

The body of the lotus flower was originally a lotus flower in the Yao Pond, but it was just a hundred years of Taoism. It was because of the five hundred years of Taoism that Xingyuan True Monarch had given him that he had been transformed. In the three hundred years that she stayed in Xingyuan Valley, no one taught her magic, so her own strength was very weak, and she could withstand this sword of Xingyuan True Monarch.

With Xingyuan Zhenjun's sword going down, blood splashed everywhere, and one of Lianhua'er's arms was forcibly cut off!

Lianhua'er looked at her arm lying on the ground and smiled weakly at this Xingyuan True Monarch, "True Monarch, the fairies all say that you like me, today, I just want to ask, does True Monarch really like me?"

Xingyuan Zhenjun looked at the girl in front of him who had been incarnated because of herself, looking at her pale face, but the words that came to her mouth turned the tip of her tongue and swallowed back.

"Lianhua'er, you know that I won't be emotional to anyone, and the five hundred years of Taoism I gave you can be regarded as compensation for you!"

Lianhua'er looked at Xingyuan Zhenjun who was standing opposite her, and that person was indifferent when facing everyone. Back then, in the Yao Pond, she had already given birth to Lingzhi, and she often talked about him with the fairies in the Yao Pond. It's just that later she really didn't expect that one day, he would tell others that he liked her!

She was overjoyed when she heard the news from the mouths of the fairies. But after rejoicing, she quickly understood that Xingyuan Zhenjun would not really like herself, he just used himself as a shield and wanted to ask for a moment of silence.

But what about himself, one of his own hearts has fallen on him since then!

And when he spent five hundred years of Taoism to help him transform himself, her feelings for Xingyuan fell deeper and deeper!

"Xingyuan, you shouldn't have given me those five hundred years of Taoism!In the next life, Xingyuan, I hope I won't meet you again!" After Lianhua'er finished speaking, her entire body was wrapped in demonic qi and disappeared in place.

Xingyuan Zhenjun's hand holding the sword clenched hard. Others are always grateful to Dade for his guidance, not to mention this kind of thing of cultivation, only Lianhua'er, she said that she didn't want his five-hundred-year Taoism, she said that she hoped that she would not meet herself again in the next life!

Yes, in Xingyuan's opinion, Lianhua'er just doesn't know what to do!

Lotus has disappeared since then, and no one knows where she went. Xingyuan's sword didn't kill her, it was his feelings for Xingyuan that killed her!

After the battle between gods and demons, Xing Yuan didn't know what his psychology was, so he automatically resigned and went down to the mortal world to practice. You must know that someone of his identity no longer needs any experience. But Xing Yuan, as the true monarch of one side, has the strength there, and he said that he wants to go through the training, and no one dares to stop him. Even the Emperor of Heaven only symbolically persuaded a few words, and let go when he learned that his intentions were resolute.

The Taoist priest paused when he said this, turned his head and glanced at Shao Xiuwen again, and smirked himself.

Shao Xiuwen rarely drank alcohol, but after listening to the story of the Taoist priest, he wanted to take a sip of wine. snatched the wine jug from the Taoist priest's hand, and Shao Xiuwen took a big sip. The wine in the entrance was not as spicy as he imagined, but with a fresh fragrance, which made people can't help but drink it one after another. If you're drunk, think it's a dream, and forget about it when you wake up. He is also the owner of Mobao Zhai, living in the small Wuzhai Hat Hutong, painting, reading, and relying on Zhu Yao when he has nothing to do!

The Taoist priest took out another pot of wine out of thin air, shook his head and drank it himself. If you can forget, who wants to remember those painful pasts!

After drinking a jar of wine, Shao Xiuwen felt that his brain was becoming more and more sober. He clearly knew in his heart that in the story he heard today, that Xingyuan True Monarch was himself, and as for his current identity, it was probably the so-called experience in their mouths. In the story, he can be indifferent to Lianhua'er, but at this time, after listening to this story, he has a different feeling in his heart.

Shao Xiuwen shook his head, stood up and staggered towards the thatched house. His doubts had been answered, and he planned to leave here tomorrow.

"Xingyuan, don't you want to know the news of Lianhua'er?" In the night wind, a low question came into Shao Xiuwen's ears along the night wind. Shao Xiuwen's movements paused, but he still stepped firmly into the thatched house.

No matter what kind of story there was between him and Lianhua'er in the past, it was all in the past. Now he is just a small mortal, what he wants is very simple, but to stay with the person he likes in a short life span of a few decades! As for the person he likes, Shao Xiuwen raised the corners of his mouth when he thought of Zhu Yao, who was sleeping soundly in the room.

He and Xingyuan are different after all!

The Taoist priest pulled out a wry smile, looked up at the sky, and muttered, "Look, he will also like someone one day!"

Shao Xiuwen, who returned to the thatched house, sat in front of the bed and looked at Zhu Yao's sleeping face a little distracted. Zhu Yao, who was asleep, muttered, turned over, and in the next second, the person disappeared on the bed. Shao Xiuwen's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. It took him a while to come to his senses, smile and shake his head, and he rolled over into bed and closed his eyes.

Zhu Yao in the painting scroll waited until Shao Xiuwen's breathing gradually calmed down before he quietly exhaled. She also heard the story told by the Taoist priest just now, and thinking of the recent changes in Shao Xiuwen, she judged that Shao Xiuwen was very likely to be the Xingyuan Zhenjun in the story!

So the question is, Shao Xiuwen is just one of his identities in the mortal tribulation now, right? So does she have a strategy for Shao Xiuwen to complete the task? Zhu Yao sat cross-legged in the painting and thought tangledly.