In the severe pain of his body and the dazzling sea of fire, Xiao Chongjiu finally felt that his physical strength was weak and he slowly lost consciousness, and the last thing in his mind was Liu Shuhu's fierce sentence "Remember, your birthday is your sacrifice day." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

But what he didn't expect was that he didn't die at all, and he was still quietly and healthy, like a normal child, going to school, taking exams, going to graduate school, and even working, and survived until now.

Of course, this is due to his mentor "Bai Shao Jushi", if it weren't for him, there would never be the current Luo Xuanjiu.

It turned out that after Wang Chongjiu was killed that night, he only thought that he was already dead, and I don't know how long it was, but in a trance, he opened his eyes in a daze.

"Is this the legendary Hades?"

After waiting for a moment and not daring to move, Wang Chongjiu tried to blink his eyelids, as if he was sure that there was no fierce god in front of him, so he began to look around quietly. But I saw that the light around me was flickering and dimming, but it was cloudy and mist, and the fragrance was blowing, and he was lying on a white ice bed, as if he had been dead for a long time.

Wang Chongjiu got up from the ice bed with fright and trembling, and when he heard the sound of water flowing in front of him, he came over by the sound, but he felt that he was actually in good health, and he didn't feel burned before.

But it's no wonder that if you die and become a ghost, won't all the damage you suffered in the human world disappear?

Wang Chongjiu thought quietly, while continuing to follow the sound for a few meters, but felt a cold chill coming to his face, and a few meters further, he suddenly saw a wide field of vision in front of him, and a huge waterfall was tilting down with a "whoosh", falling into the deep stream below that could not be judged how deep. And the splash of water from the deep stream turned into countless mist in an instant, like cooking smoke that swirled throughout the space. What is even more surprising is that in the midst of the smoke, there are many unknown exotic flowers and fruits and stunning plants, which are quietly and leisurely exuding their own fragrances, like a fairyland in mythological stories.

"Ahem、、、、、"

Just when Wang Chongjiu was shocked by what he saw, he suddenly heard two gentle coughs beside him, but it seemed that he was just deliberately reminding him that someone was here.

Wang Chongjiu immediately looked at the voice, and sure enough, he saw an old man dressed in silk white clothes and white trousers, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, but deliberately dressed with a serious look, sitting in front of a tea table naturally formed by the coiled roots, holding a simple small teapot and drinking tea, which felt quite comfortable.

"Are you awake?"

Probably sensing that Wang Chongjiu was looking at himself up and down curiously and stupidly, the old man raised his eyes and asked in a calm tone.

"Well, I 、、、、、、"

Wang Chongjiu walked over to him, but before he could answer, he bowed deeply and politely. The old man glanced at him secretly, and a hint of approval slipped silently in his eyes.

"Excuse me, are you, Lord Yama? I'm here to report, and my name is Wang Chongjiu. ”

But the child's next words made the old man sip of good tea he had just drunk instantly squirt out.

"Lord Yama? I'm Lord Yama, do you look like a ghost? ”

The old man sat up straight, widened his eyes and poked his head out to ask him, just wanted to laugh, but he seemed to feel his gaffe instantly, and immediately returned to the dignified and leisurely way just now: "Fei Ye, Fei Ye!" Even if I can't compare to the fairyland, I won't go to hell, child, but I don't know what you think? ”

"It's not like fairyland, and it's not hell? Well、、、、、、"

The old man said a few words indifferently, but Wang Chongjiu immediately realized the truth, and almost jumped up with joy in an instant: "Ah! So, you mean, it's still the world? That is, I am not dead? ”

Seeing that the old man nodded slightly, Wang Chongjiu felt even more pleasantly surprised, and couldn't help but repeat a few words in his mouth: "Oh my God, I'm not dead?" That scoundrel didn't kill me? I didn't die 、、、、、"

The old man just pretended to drink his tea indifferently, and when the child in front of him was not paying attention, he couldn't help but sneak a few glances at him.

"But why didn't I die? It's impossible, there are so many torches thrown at me, even if I hadn't been burned to death, I must have been covered in bruises, but how could I be so good? Not even a little bruised? ”

After a moment, the clever little boy immediately looked at him with questions.

"Well, there are many things in the world, there is no reason, you just need to believe that you are indeed not dead, and that is enough."

Looking at his puzzled eyes, the old man had no choice but to clear his throat again, and replied lightly.

"Oh, I see, you must have saved me, you are an old immortal who lives in the world!"

But the child's well-behaved child really stopped asking questions immediately, but nodded confidently, as if he had seen through the old man.

"Well, don't be cranky, because I'm just 、、、、、、 just an old man with a lot of gold, not an old fairy."

The old man secretly rolled his eyes and gently touched him again.

"But even if you don't admit it, it's like a fairyland, how can you explain it?"

But the child began to ask questions again.

"Oh, this one、、、、、、"

The old man was helpless, so he had to secretly roll his eyes again, and suddenly his face changed: "Nonsense! Old man, I have money, do you have any questions about what kind of shape I want to fix in the basement of my villa? Rich, that's how capricious. ”

"But 、、、、、"

"Not so much! Why don't you ask, what should I be addressed? ”

"Oh, okay, how shall I address you?"

"Well, I am a white peony layman, since you and I are destined, we will be called master and apprentice in the future! What do you think? ”

"The master is above, please accept the apprentice's worship!"

Encountering such a big surprise, Wang Chongjiu did not hesitate, so he immediately knelt down and kowtowed three times to the old man.

"Well, since you have worshipped me as a teacher, you will be a teacher for a day, and a father for life. Then as a teacher, I won't be divided. You have become attached to me this time, and it can be regarded as a rebirth, according to my wishes, it is better to change your face again and let the teacher give you a 'Luo Xuanjiu', what do you think? ”

Seeing that Wang Chongjiu had finished apprenticeship, the old man seemed to have thought of something, and looked at him inquiringly.

Wang Chongjiu thought in his heart that although he only said a few words, it was not unreasonable, so he nodded and agreed immediately: "Okay, everything obeys the master's teachings." It's just that, master, my adoptive parents gave me that name before, just because my birthday is on the Chung Yeung Festival, and the master is now giving me this name, I don't know why? ”