"Is there anything else Childe wants to ask?" the Cloud Mirror Fairy asked in an unchanged tone.

Xiao Cong shook his head gently, at this time, looking at the Cloud Mirror Fairy's eyes were full of admiration, this admiration came from the heart, he naturally knew, but he didn't know why, maybe it was the resonance of thousands of living beings for the word "love", such a noble and beautiful sentiment, he could only hope that one day he could look at it, and he really had no qualifications for mercy.

"When Ling Zun came here to make a promise to me, because he couldn't practice, I didn't have any treasures to give him, fortunately, there was a copy of "Ming Dao Shen Tong Deed" was of great benefit to Ling Zun Shen Wu Dao, so he gave it to him with some spiritual treasures, I don't know if the "Ming Dao Shen Tong Deed" son was with him?"

Xiao Cong silently recalled that it seemed that when he investigated Mi Mustard before, there was really such a book of "Ming Dao Shen Tong Deed" that was placed on the shelf of the book codex.

He nodded,

"What can make the fairy praise, my father will not put it aside at will. ”

"That's very good, lest I rewrite a copy, since Childe is a proud son who came out of Tiandaoxuan, he should also be involved in swordsmanship, I have a copy of "Yuan Yang Seven Styles" here, in order to show sincerity, I will give it to Childe. ”

When Xiao Cong heard this, he was shocked, and said with his hand:

"This can't be helped!"

What kind of treasure is "Seven Styles of Yuanyang"? That is the pinnacle of the sword path that the sword immortal lonely man has spent his whole life polishing, and as soon as this technique comes out, let alone a peerless master like him in the Xuanzhen Realm, even if he is an immortal in the Dongsheng Immortal Capital, he will be red-eyed! Otherwise, how could he use the last seventh sword to slaughter the Immortal Killer Master who killed the Quartet in the Immortal Capital.

"Childe knows what I mean, so let's take it quickly. ”

The Cloud Mirror Fairy's tone was pleading.

Of course, Xiao Cong knows what she means, the practice is long, the coming days are long, Xiao Cong's most solid reliance on the Xiao family has been destroyed, as the only remaining Xiao family, the entire Xuanzhen Realm is eyeing him, and the road ahead is unpredictable, but she really hopes that Xiao Cong can live well, at least until his formation attainments can extract her soul from the lonely body. "Seven Styles of Yuanyang" is not an ordinary technique, if Xiao Cong can practice it in the future, he will definitely be able to win a glimmer of life at a critical moment, so that his husband's sword immortal lonely rogue has a greater chance of regaining his life, and she can also feel at ease.

But such a treasure, Xiao Cong really didn't dare to accept it easily, in case he died on the road, wouldn't he live up to the poor expectations of the Cloud Mirror Fairy?

Xiao Cong's face was embarrassed, he hesitated and didn't say anything, the ghost claw of the Cloud Mirror Fairy holding the cheats stopped not far in front of him, motionless, most of the time passed, Xiao Cong finally compromised,

"Alas, just give her this reassuring pill, and the right to take it for her first. ”

Xiao Cong took the "Seven Styles of Yuanyang" from the Cloud Mirror Fairy, carefully put it into the mustard, and arched his hand:

"Fairy Xie. ”

The Cloud Mirror Fairy smiled,

"Childe doesn't need to be polite, it's just for you and me to take what we need, Childe is a person with great creation, I don't know if I am willing to find a greater opportunity. ”

Xiao Cong was surprised:

"What chances? It could be even bigger than that!"

Cloud Mirror Immortal

Zi smiled and shook his head,

"My husband's lonely "Seven Styles of Yuanyang" The earth-shattering is true, but in the endless history of the Xuanzhen Realm, it is really nothing, those who have disappeared in the change of epochs, not all have been annihilated, the previous era, the last era, and even earlier eras, those miracles that will appear, it is indeed not comparable to a lonely hooligan, the near-sun desert has been formed for a long time, and it is one of the few places that has not changed much except for the nine forbidden places, the secrets buried here are not something that can be explained in a sentence or two, and some places, even me in my heyday, I am afraid I have to go around。 ”

can be described so by the once amazing Cloud Mirror Fairy, I'm afraid that even the immortals in these places can't retreat from the whole body, let alone Xiao Cong, a monk who picks up the star realm, but the master never talks nonsense, the Cloud Mirror Fairy must have her reason for saying this, not to mention that there is no absolute, he Xiao Cong is a person who has walked through the lotus pond of the Wild Desire Nunnery.

Xiao Cong raised his eyebrows lightly and did not answer, but he heard the Cloud Mirror Fairy continue:

"But there is a place, I have been to a few times, although the secret is not clear, but there is no danger is true, it is definitely not the remains of this era, it will appear once in a while, the time when Childe came is really a coincidence, count the days, it should be time, Childe goes there, don't move anything, you can also harvest a lot, as for if you move something, it may depend on Childe's creation. ”

"What did the fairy get there?" Xiao Cong asked, holding back the excitement in his heart.

"Directions. The Cloud Mirror Fairy replied firmly.

Xiao Cong didn't understand such a vague answer, but he didn't ask it, and only attributed it to the subtlety that can only be understood and unspeakable, but this really aroused his fascination.

"Direction, what a vague word......"

A strange smile slowly appeared on his face, and his eyes flashed with an exceptionally clear light, smirking like an innocent teenager wandering in a bright future, and suddenly asked:

"Has my father been there too?"

The Cloud Mirror Fairy nodded,

"Since my father has been there, I must have gone to see it too. Xiao Cong laughed presumptuously like a child, this smile did not contain a little concealment, let alone any impurities.

"Childe, I have a map here, which I drew three thousand years ago, and the location of the ruins is marked on it. ”

As she spoke, the Cloud Mirror Fairy took out a leather scroll with her right hand, and stuffed it into Xiao Cong's hand without saying anything.

Xiao Cong looked at the leather scroll in his hand, nodded heavily at the Cloud Realm Fairy with a determined face, and promised:

"Don't worry, fairy, I will definitely get out alive!"

.........

Say goodbye to the Cloud Mirror Fairy, take the "Seven Styles of Yuanyang" and a treasure picked out by the mermaid, under the escort of the mermaid, Xiao Cong and Hongxiang dived back to the shore from the bottom of the cloud mirror, it was already the time when the red glow was like the sea and the sunset was like blood.

The mermaid stood in front of the picturesque cloud mirror and smiled and watched the figures of the two gradually disappear, half an hour, and a half night, until two

The figure of Dao disappeared after climbing over a sand dune, and she was still standing there, with a sweet smile on her face, and she didn't know what she was happy about.

Xiao Cong and Hongxiang walked unhurriedly, without saying anything halfway, until the cold moon hung high and the stars were dotted, and Hongxiang beside him suddenly "hummed", and begged in a tone:

"Brother, it's time, shouldn't we settle the account and rest? ”

Xiao Cong came back to his senses, scratched his head and smiled, and suddenly remembered that it had been almost three hours since sunset to the present, and his physical strength was still enough, but Hongxiang, who hadn't eaten lunch, couldn't say for sure.

He looked up at the sky, turned around and replied:

"Then I'll stay here tonight!"

After that, he took out the sheepskin tent from the mustard, and set up the Hidden Shadow Hiding Array and the "Guanghan Palace" outside the tent.

In the tent.

Xiao Cong and Hongxiang sat face-to-face at a small table, on the small table were some ordinary dry food, a half-full kettle and two ordinary porcelain bowls, Xiao Cong chewed without a bite, and his soul was unbearable, and Hongxiang, who had already been hungry and flattened, devoured it heartlessly, just in response to that meat sentence - if people are hungry, even eating dog shit is fragrant!

Half a quarter of an hour later, Xiao Cong was still chewing without a bite as before, but Hongxiang was already full, he picked up the porcelain bowl in front of him, raised his head with a little pride and drank it all, and then couldn't help but turn his head, gave a long burp, turned his face, secretly glanced at Xiao Cong, and saw that the latter had no reaction, so he lowered his head and stuck out his tongue, making a grimace, looking extremely funny.

He leaned forward and whispered:

"Brother,"

"Brother,"

"Brother!"

The voice changed from small to loud, and suddenly there was a thunderclap, with a naughtiness exclusive to children.

Xiao Cong's body trembled, slowly raised his head, and turned his face to Hongxiang, with a little cute and cute, and said unknowingly:

"What's wrong......

Hongxiang pouted,

"Brother, you've been eating for half an hour, why haven't you finished eating yet. ”

Xiao Cong looked down at the half of the cooking cake in his hand and smiled,

"That's it, that's it. ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took another big bite.

Hongxiang looked at Xiao Cong with an interesting face, reached out and picked up the half-full kettle, added some water to Xiao Cong's porcelain bowl, put down the kettle, frowned slightly, and asked:

"Is there anything on my brother's mind?"

Xiao Cong raised his head when he heard the sound, was in a trance for a moment, and then pretended to be surprised after grinning:

"You think I have something on my mind?"

Hongxiang let out a few sneers,

"Brother, don't pretend anymore, it's all written on your face. ”

Xiao Cong laughed a few more times, raised his hand and took another bite on the cooking cake.

"Does my brother really like that mermaid?" asked Hongxiang coldly.

Xiao Cong looked at Hongxiang with a wonderful expression in surprise, and couldn't cry or laugh for a while,

"You little brat, how old are you, why did you start to figure out the things of men and women, your appearance makes my brother very worried, cultivation is a hard thing, you have to have no distractions, your brother and I are like this

Pan, I don't think about it, but you, these careful thoughts will give me some restraint in the future!"

Hongxiang pursed his lips and argued:

"Brother, what you said is not right, they all say that God has the virtue of good life, but what is born in God? Isn't it all living beings who reproduce on their own, cultivators practice for the Tao, and the virtue of good life is the Tao, but isn't it disgusting to live and reproduce without the love of men and women? So cultivation and emotion are not contrary, this is the law of survival, and it is a normal thing!"

Xiao Cong shook his head helplessly,

This sentence means that God has mercy and will care for every living creature in the world, how can it come out of your mouth and change its taste. ”

Hongxiang tilted his head and thought for a moment, and continued to argue:

"Even if my explanation is a little different from the original meaning, but the words are not rough, since God's mercy cares for every living creature in this world, it means that he allows the matter of survival and reproduction, and the living beings in the world are fate, so the one who waits for the death is not fate?

Xiao Cong looked confused, his words sounded really reasonable, this time he really wanted to be impressed by Hongxiang, but he still didn't agree with Hongxiang's opinion, he thought about it for a moment or two, and said:

"Don't mess up in your heart, don't fall in love, don't think about the past, don't fear the future, this is where a cultivator's mind lies, everything has a process of development, there must be two, this is the law, and if it is not extremely Tailai, the thing must be reversed, and the relationship develops to a certain extent, then it is not beautiful, but a kind of catastrophe, there are thousands of disasters in the world, the only love word is the most difficult to break, and the sages of the past dynasties can avoid it, which has a certain truth. ”

"Brother, does what Qianxian did necessarily be right?" Hongxiang asked rhetorically.

Xiao Cong choked for a while, and somehow suddenly remembered what the master had said to him back then-"If you read books and read books, you will know that you are about to become a nerd when you read books!"

"Maybe there are some things that I am too serious, or maybe I am too blind to follow, and I have not verified those so-called former sages, so how can I conclude that they must be right! He thought.

Think about the fate of the old mulberry tree, think about the cloud mirror fairy who can't extricate himself like a sick man, a wisp of love, enough to break the eternal penance, even if he has a deep understanding of the old mulberry tree and the cloud mirror fairy's mental journey, but he still thinks that it is not worth it.

But for a while, he was speechless, all things have spirits, all beings are equal, it seems that no matter how you say this, it is wrong, whether you ask or not, after all, it has nothing to do with the Tao, it is just a choice.

Seeing Xiao Cong's entangled face, Hongxiang hit the railway while it was hot:

"Just like my brother said, love is a calamity, but there are thousands of calamities on the road of cultivation, just a love word, how can you make the predecessors so avoidable and silent? It's just because ruthlessness is much easier than affection after all. ”

Hearing this, Xiao Cong was hit hard

, Hongxiang's sonorous voice is thought-provoking, yes, there are thousands of calamities in cultivation, why do you have to look at the love calamity differently, isn't it the same as other calamities?

There was something in Hongxiang's words, and he had already heard it, "After all, ruthlessness is much easier than affection," and the meaning behind the words is a great condemnation of cultivators, the so-called cultivation, is it for the benefit of the common people or for one's own selfish desires? If you don't even care about yourself, how can you care about others!

The truth is nothing more than the so-called distortion of the truth by the former sages with their authority and fame, and the cover up by flies and dogs in the course of cultivation, and what is even more ridiculous is that he has been standing in this wrong queue for so long, and he still believes that this is right!

So, when he looked at Hongxiang again, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in his eyes.

Knowing that mistakes can be changed, good is great, Xiao Cong smiled and compromised:

"Okay, this time you're right, yes, there's progress!"

Hongxiang couldn't help but applaud himself, and said unashamedly:

"It is a great honor to be able to win a small victory over my brother who is praised by everyone in the Xuanzhen cultivation world in the Dao! ”

Xiao Cong smiled, couldn't bear to spoil the little guy's self-boasting interest, and went down the slope and said:

"That's for sure, don't look at who my master is!"

Hongxiang smiled slyly, blinked like a little fox, and asked:

"Brother, I've made so much progress, is there any reward?"

Xiao Cong leaned forward and knocked on Hongxiang's head mercilessly, and scolded with a smile:

"The rewards are all for your own realization, and you have to be rewarded!"

Hongxiang was in pain, grinned for a while, rubbed his head and complained in a low voice:

"If you don't give it, you won't give it, why are you beating me!"

Xiao Cong looked at Hongxiang's funny appearance like a little monkey, and felt more and more funny, changed his posture to a more comfortable position, and said with a big grin:

"Tell me, what reward do you want?"

Hongxiang was overjoyed when he heard this, suddenly raised his head, and said without thinking:

"I want to hear stories!"

Xiao Cong touched his nose and said in surprise:

"Oh? ”

"It's the story of the oasis, my brother must know!"

Hongxiang looked at Xiao Cong, who was silent, with a look of hope, and after a while, Xiao Cong said:

"Well, there are quite a few people who know about this, so it doesn't hurt to tell you about it. ”

Hongxiang straightened his sitting posture, his face was respectful and rigorous, and with the appearance of a deputy seeker, he listened to Xiao Cong's long-sealed past.

(End of this chapter) I want to talk about "Magic Book for Respect" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~