"Young master, after the dry valley is the entrance to the gate. Zhou Shu pointed to a steep mountain cliff in the distance and opened his mouth leisurely, but in a blink of an eye, he was worried, "It's just that the young master hasn't cultivated spiritual skills yet, and if you enter it easily, I'm afraid you will encounter danger." ”

According to what Zhou Shu said, all the people in the sect are powerful people who practice spiritual arts, and Li Xiaotian knows that he is still a mortal body, and he really can't break in. However, the call from the depths of memory is even stronger, and this feeling seems to have become a mission.

He must go, just not now.

"Old Zhou, I understand what you mean, but I have never understood spiritual arts, let alone practice. Li Xiaotian's eyebrows were dim, and there was a little helplessness in his tone.

Admittedly, psychic was foreign to him, but it was not untraceable. The casting of scriptures is the introduction to the practice of spiritual arts, which is well known to everyone in the sect, let alone the power of Zhou Zhou for thousands of years.

"The young master is here to look for the mist grass this time, presumably for the purpose of casting scriptures. Li Xiaotian nodded in acquiescence. Zhou Yu then took out a small white bottle, and said in a brisk tone, "This is the fog grass." ”

In the bottle, a bright green grass is vivid, it is divided into three leaves, each pointing to one side, and a few wisps of mist are swirling on the top. This is not the fog grass as Qin Shuo said, what is it!

"Old Zhou, how can you raise this fog grass?" Li Xiaotian was surprised and delighted, this is what he thinks about day and night.

"The mist grass is made of the aura of heaven and earth, and it is nourished by the aura, as long as I infuse it with spiritual power, it can naturally grow in this bottle. ”

"I see. Li Xiaotian was relieved.

The matter of casting scriptures is not too late for Li Xiaotian, and it is not the case for Zhou Shu. He hoped more than anyone else that Ji Tian could become stronger quickly, so he said anxiously, "Young master, you might as well start casting scriptures now." ”

The casting of scriptures is to invigorate the blood, and the second is to turn the qi, and it takes more than nine days, but I am afraid that the Jinjiang at that time has already changed, and there is his beloved...... Ten days have been said, and today is already the eighth day. Li Xiaotian knew that he didn't have much time and couldn't afford to toss any longer.

"Old Zhou, I was born in an outer world, and there are still many things that I haven't had time to deal with properly. I have made an agreement with others for three chapters, limited to ten days, and now the deadline is approaching, so I am afraid that I will not be able to cast scriptures here. ”

"What does the young master do in mundane things?" Zhou Shu asked.

"Hmm. ”

"Young master, Rong Lao reminds you that you are the son of Emperor Wen, and you have a deep hatred of blood, so you must not leave the righteousness behind. ”

Zhou Shu couldn't understand why Li Xiaotian didn't care about the hatred of killing his father and the resentment of destroying the door, and there was a lot of harsh criticism in his tone. But for Li Xiaotian, after all, it is the place where he has lived for 25 years, and there is everything he cares about. If you can't make a decision, how can you break through the door with peace of mind.

"Old Zhou, I naturally understand what you mean, but I do have something to do, please wait for me. In time, I will definitely come back and reinvigorate Fuximen with you!" Li Xiaotian's eyes were firm, and then he bowed to Zhou Shu and said, "In addition, please give me another Mist Grass, I have a friend who also needs it." ”

Seeing that the young master had not forgotten his mission, Zhou was naturally very relieved. The mist herb is not an important thing, even if his life is lost, he will not hesitate to dedicate it to Ji Tian. The word "giving" should not be used by the Lord to his ministers.

"Young master, if you have any orders, just explain them to me, why do you need to be so polite. Zhou Shu took out another white bottle and handed it to Li Xiaotian, and then said, "The young master is precious, the old man is waiting for you to come back here." ”

"Elder Zhou, please rest assured, within three years, I will definitely come back to break through with you!" Li Xiaotian promised again.

Zhou Shu smiled heartily, the son of Emperor Wen, how could he break his word? With a wave of his big hand, Lao Hei appeared in front of Li Xiaotian's eyes out of thin air.

"Young master, the method of spiritual cultivation is all personal, forgive the old man and can't help much, this book is given to you, I hope you can get something. Zhou Shu took out a brown ancient book from his abdomen, "This book, called "Dibu", was created by Emperor Wen, and it is the basic method for practicing spiritual arts."

Li Xiaotian was not polite, put the book in his belly, and then said, "Old Zhou cherishes!"

Yesterday was in turmoil, and when I came, my clothes were cloudy. Bidding farewell to Zhou Lao, Li Xiaotian couldn't help but sigh that the world was different. Yesterday he was just a commoner, but today he has become the son of Emperor Wen. I thought that the human feelings in this world were already complicated and chaotic, but I never thought that he was born in a chaotic world in another world.

Settle with the situation and smile at the days of the flower field that everyone yearns for in his old age, but now he knows that he will not have such a happy time again.

If you go to another world, what will you become? As for still, is their love just a duckweed in the middle of the sea, or a flash in the pan? Even in the urban world in the past 25 years, I am afraid that everything cannot escape the arrangement of fate.

The more out of the misty forest, Li Xiaotian's mood became more and more uneasy. Should he tell her about these things? Is he Li Xiaotian or Ji Tian?

"Ahh After looking up to the sky and sighing, his gaze settled down and gradually became dull. No matter how chaotic the world is, people's hearts should not change!

......

One day later, it happened to be the tenth day of the appointment. The sun rises in the east mountain, the mountain flowers dyed red in summer, and the azaleas that cry early are also full of warmth.

However, this is still not the case for the bridge in the tent at the foot of the mountain. It's been ten days, and her pomegranate-like eyes have seen through the mountains and rivers. A thousand birds flew by, but they never brought back the message of the four-year people. Wake up in the dark and scream but no one answers, counting the yellowed hair and getting more and more chaotic. Is this the absurdity of love in the world?

She waited for someone for love, and why was that person so ridiculous!

"You know, you're a bastard, asshole......" Joe still sat on the ground like an old woman, crushing the yellow flowers all over the ground, her lips had long since dried and cracked, but she still spat out words of concern intermittently.

The cool breeze blew, and the sound of the rustling grass came to an abrupt end. A man gently hugged her body from behind. Joe, still frightened, turned his head to see him.

Beneath the mossy hair, it was a very familiar face. Maybe it's because of the mud, or maybe it's because of the distorted lines, this face is a lot stranger.

Tears poured out, Qiao still licked his lips in a daze, buried his head in Li Xiaotian's chest, and choked up, "You let go of me, I don't know you, I don't recognize you anymore!"

Her forehead was covered with dust, Li Xiaotian was silent, gently brushed the ends of her messy hair, and then wiped her tears and kissed it.

After a while, Li Xiaotian let go and said gently, "Let's go back." ”

Qiao still nodded, then shook off Li Xiaotian's hand and ordered, "You carry me away!"

"Good. Li Xiaotian bent down, but Qiao still did not climb on his shoulder, but reached out and tore off the leaves on Li Xiaotian's head. Seeing this, Li Xiaotian suddenly picked her up and strode forward.

"Bastard, you put me down!"

"Don't let it go!"

Even though Li Xiaotian was exhausted from the trek over the past few days, he didn't want to let go of Qiao Yi at this time, because he was afraid that if he let go of her, maybe he would never see her again in his life.

After today, Li Xiaotian knows that a person's life can be long or short, the elder is a thousand years, and the short one is a white horse for decades. He had to practice spiritual arts, but he didn't want to leave her for such a reason, and he couldn't bear to watch Joe die of old age in front of him. So, there are some things that he has to say, and he has to say them word for word.

"Still, if one day we can live longer, longer than everyone else, what will you do?" Li Xiaotian finally let go of Qiao still distressedly, and turned his fingers together.

"What's the point of living for a long time? It's going to be boring. Still thoughtful, Joe said, "But as long as you're not there, my world won't be boring." ”

"Really?" Li Xiaotian looked at Qiao's still haggard jade face with self-reproach, and in ten days, she had become so weak.

"Of course. Joe still grinned, and then embedded her untrimmed nails deep into the back of Li Xiaotian's hand.

"I'm sorry to worry you for so long. ”

"Hmm. Qiao was still afraid that Li Xiaotian would be in pain and stopped, but his tone did not improve, "But I won't forgive you!"

Li Xiaotian clearly felt that Qiao was still clenching his hand harder, and there was something to say. He knew to himself that it wasn't because they cared about each other.

Still, no matter where I go in the future or what I become, I will not let you go. Li Xiaotian silently thought in his heart and walked towards Heye Ancient Town. For thousands of years, how many heroes and heroes have turned their backs on their faces, although the current Li Xiaotian cannot compare himself with them, but what is the difference between this kind of emotion.

In any case, the next few days may be regarded as the last time for Li Xiaotian to exist in the world.