Meng Zhen was dressed in a Taoist robe, carrying an unsheathed peachwood sword on his back, and he still looked as warm as jade.

"Xiaoyang, long time no see. Meng Zhen pinched each other's meridians with both hands and made a salute.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at him stunned, noticing that there were a few more gray hairs on his head, and his eyes were a little darker.

Although he himself is not the apprentice of the ancestor, let alone the apprentice of Yunxiao Zhenren, he always can't help but call Meng Zhen a senior brother. Because Meng Zhen not only saved the lives of the two of them, but also gave Xiao Di three years of life, and treated them like eldest brothers.

Like the father's eldest brother.

Yang Xiaoyang replied meticulously, with a slight grievance in his voice, "Senior brother, long time no see." ”

Meng Zhen smiled, walked to the stone table, gently touched the body of the machine, and chuckled: "It has been done, it is indeed exquisite." ”

"It's a pity that I can't think of any good way to control this body. Yang Xiaoyang was a little disappointed, and suddenly he thought of something again, and asked with anticipation: "Senior brother, did you ......come here this time?"

Meng Zhen smiled gently, "Poor Dao is here to be ordered by the ancestor to come to your aid." ”

Mo Yi couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he heard this, he also said the same thing when he came to him to make that strange request, from this point of view, although that ancestor is an immortal figure, he must not be a serious person.

Yang Xiaoyang didn't care so much, and asked eagerly, "Is there any way?"

Meng Zhen stared at Yang Xiaoyang for a while, and the smile on his face retracted, "Cut off half of your soul and merge it into this body." ”

Yang Xiaoyang glanced at the peachwood sword that Meng Zhen was carrying behind his back, it was this sword that cut off the peach tree demon with one sword, "It's that simple?"

"Yes. ”

"Let's do it. ”

Meng Zhen sighed and pulled out the sword from his back, this sword was engraved with a lot of runes, simple and not leaky.

Mo Yi heard it in a fog, and when he saw Meng Zhen draw his sword, he came back to his senses, and hurriedly shouted, "Wait a minute!"

Yang Xiaoyang looked at him strangely.

Mo lost his swallow and salivaed, "What does it mean to merge into half of the soul?

"Naturally not. Meng Zhen said lightly, "But I can save Xiao Yang's next life, with his innate consummation realm, even if he can't make up for his soul, he can survive later." ”

Yang Xiaoyang naturally thought about this problem, but remembered that the ancestor said that he would definitely be able to break through the human immortal before the autumn, so he didn't care.

Mo Yin's face turned pale, and he looked at Yang Xiaoyang, who had a calm face and seemed to be disdainful of his soul, and asked anxiously: "Lingering, Xiaodi can still live well even if he doesn't have a body, why do you want to exchange your soul for a body made of organs? How is it worth it?"

Yang Xiaoyang scratched his head, "If she wants it, I'll give it." ”

Mo Yi had a long mouth and was speechless.

Meng Zhen was not surprised by Yang Xiaoyang's decision, the sword naturally hung down, and said to Yang Xiaoyang: "You are not an immortal, you can't summon your soul by yourself, you need to make the White Crane Trick Mudra and recite a mantra, can you?"

"No, it won't. Yang Xiaoyang replied decisively.

Meng Zhen paused, put the sword aside, and pinched the seal with his hand, "The white crane trick is like this, the spell is the fairy crane flying, and the guard is me." The soul of the disciple is the five internal organs. Got it?"

He saw that Yang Xiaoyang had pinched the seal, and as soon as he picked up the sword, he heard Yang Xiaoyang say: "By the way, can you not tell them about this matter?"

As soon as Mo Yi wanted to say something, he saw Meng Zhen nodding, so he had to sigh secretly and look at Yang Xiaoyang with a complicated expression.

"The crane is flying, and the guards are real. The soul of the disciple is the five internal organs. Yang Xiaoyang was an anxious man, and when he saw that the two agreed, he immediately shouted a spell.

Then he felt that part of the aura in his body was withdrawn and dispersed outside his body, and in the process of dispersion, it seemed that his soul was hooked.

He saw a flower in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he could already see his own body.

His body was still standing motionless, still maintaining the appearance of pinching the seal, the same scene as when the ancestor pulled out his soul before.

Yang Xiaoyang's soul nodded at Meng Zhen.

"It's going to hurt a little bit. Meng Zhen raised his sword, closed his eyes and concentrated, and suddenly opened his eyes, the peach wood sword in his hand was like lightning, and he slashed straight at Yang Xiaoyang's soul.

Yang Xiaoyang looked at the sword that was split, and was not afraid at all, but thought about the scene where Xiao Di controlled the body of the machine and ran around the street like a bird.

How long has it been since I've seen Xiao Di walk?

......

There was a boat floating slowly on Chihu, and Li Congwen under the umbrella stretched his waist and felt a little hungry.

He saw that the sun had already set, and Xiao Di was still playing on the lake, so he couldn't help asking, "Why didn't you call her back so late?"

"It's the last day, let her play a little more. Ju Yeqi looked up at Mingyue, and then touched the box in his hand, his face a little worried.

Li Congwen nodded silently, looked at the fishing rod on the side, and decided to put it away after thinking about it, but when he pulled it, he felt something hanging on the fishing rod.

He glanced at Ju Yeqi in surprise, pulled up the fishing rod suddenly, and saw a silver fish biting the hook tightly, and a pair of black eyes staring at Li Congwen.

"I didn't put the bait?" Li Congwen was puzzled.

Ju Yeqi also looked curiously.

He didn't struggle when he saw the fish being caught, but hung quietly on the fishing rod, his silver body shining even brighter in the moonlight.

Li Congwen patted his stomach and tapped the fish head with his fingers, "Did you send me to the door by yourself when I was hungry?" Are you willing to fill my stomach, but I don't want to eat you." ”

After he finished speaking, he smiled and took down the fish, but the fish still did not struggle, and was thrown into the lake by Li Congwen.

"Silly fish ......" Li Congwen shook his head and smiled.

......

In the secret room, Yang Xiaoyang closed his eyes just as the sword was about to reach him, and then he felt a heart-rending pain coming from the depths of his soul, it was a pain of being torn in half.

Although it is true that his soul has become in two......

Yang Xiaoyang was so painful that he wanted to scream, but he found that his soul was now only half a mouth left, so he could only close his eyes and bear it silently.

He didn't dare to open his eyes, for he was afraid that his two eyes would see something completely different.

He didn't know how long the pain lasted, he only knew that when he was about to lose it, a warm breath enveloped him.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at himself, realizing that his soul was intact, but it was just a little illusory.

He didn't doubt that the soul slashing had failed, because he could clearly feel his general being held aside by someone in pain just now, as if he were a thing.

Yang Xiaoyang thought of this, and suddenly found that this feeling was quite novel, and couldn't help laughing.

Mo Yi on one side looked frightened.

First, Yang Xiaoyang's soul was cut in half, and Yang Xiaoyang's two bodies became illusory.

Seeing that Meng Zhen threw half of Yang Xiaoyang into the body of the mechanism, and recited a curse, half of Yang Xiaoyang's soul turned into a white thing, and then sank into the wooden body.

Then Meng Zhen himself summoned his soul, I don't know what he did, a white light rushed out of his soul and melted into Yang Xiaoyang's body, and then Yang Xiaoyang's soul was complete, and Meng Zhen himself returned to his body.

But this is not the most terrifying, the most terrifying thing is that Yang Xiaoyang's expression was still very painful before, but after opening his eyes, he suddenly laughed, and that smile made him a little hairy.

He's never seen anyone laugh without half of his soul!

"Brother Xiaoyang, what are you laughing at?" Mo Yi asked tremblingly.

"Hahaha, I felt like I was being taken away just now, as if I was a thing, and I felt a little funny. Yang Xiaoyang's face twitched a little when he spoke, because he felt a tingling pain from time to time.

Mo Yi was stunned, "Is it a thing?"

"Oh no, I'm not a thing. Yang Xiaoyang hurriedly shook his head, but saw that Meng Zhen's face was a little pale at this time, "Senior brother, what's wrong with you?"

Meng Zhen smiled and shook his head, raised his head to block the few gray hairs on the back of his head, "I have saved your soul, and then you will be able to recuperate." ”

"What about Xiao Di's body?"

"It's already possible, but that copper plate may not be able to make Xiao Tu fly. After Meng Zhen finished speaking, he waved his hand at Yang Xiaoyang, and his soul returned to his body uncontrollably.

Obviously, it didn't take long, but Yang Xiaoyang felt that this body was very unfamiliar, and as soon as he wanted to speak, he couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

Yang Xiaoyang wanted to get up, but found that he couldn't.

Meng Zhen helped him to the chair and said softly, "Your soul is crippled, and it's normal for you to be uncomfortable. ”

After he finished speaking, he looked at Yang Xiaoyang, whose face was like gold paper, touched the top of his head, blackened his white hair, and shook his head at Mo Yi, who wanted to speak and stopped.

Yang Xiaoyang calmed his breath, adapted to the tingling pain in his brain from time to time, and did not notice the abnormality in his body.

At this time, the bell on the wall rang again, and Mo Yi walked over to take a look, "It's Xiao Di, they're back." ”

Yang Xiaoyang smiled far-fetchedly, "Brother Mo, please bring your body up, I'll rest for a while." ”

Mo Yi hesitated, nodded, and listened to Yang Xiaoyang again: "If they see that I don't ask about me, they will say that my head was smashed by a hammer." ”

Your head was smashed by a hammer, shouldn't you be worried about the hammer?

But Mo Yi saw Yang Xiaoyang's serious look, and thought of the magic that happened before, thinking that there was something in this sentence that he didn't understand, so he nodded and walked out of the secret room with his body.

Meng Zhen patted Yang Xiaoyang on the shoulder, "I'll also go up and rest for a while, you can cultivate here first." ”

Meng Zhen closed the door for Yang Xiaoyang and walked on the gloomy stairs, unable to help but think of the explanation given to him by the patriarch before the retreat.

"At the end of spring, Muzhen, cut off half of Xiaoyang's soul, and then give him your luck. ”

Meng Zhen let out a long sigh, feeling that the ancestor was too indifferent and ruthless when it came to restoring the aura of heaven and earth.

Although it is providential, Xiaoyang is really a little pitiful.