Chapter 50: Unspeakable
"This young man..... Why should the words of children be taken seriously, I think that the young man's wish will come true and his long-cherished wish will come true. "An inexplicable power sprouted from Zhou Zhou's immortal's body, and it forcibly broke through Zhou Bai's qi blockade!
It seems to be like a demon, and there is no distinction between good and evil.
The sound of glass shattering sounded in Zhou Xian's ears, and a feeling of loss flashed in his heart, and at the same time that he broke the immortal rank confinement with his mortal body, Xiaohuan also noticed his grandfather's strangeness.
"Grandpa, what's wrong with you?" Xiaohuan said eagerly, only to see that Zhou Yixian, who was originally a fairy wind bone, no longer had a mediocre and transcendent appearance, an abnormal yellow mass appeared on his pale cheeks, cold sweat flowed across his forehead, and his eyes were cloudy.
Zhou Zhou Xian waved his hand, although he didn't know what was happening, but the exhaustion of his body couldn't hide the spiritual leap of his soul, and the light feeling that almost came out of his body made him a little addicted. "It's okay, it's okay. Zhou Zhou Xian sighed and said, "After decades of penance, I have given up the way of cultivation, but I don't want to break free from the shackles of the physical body and achieve a psychic body under the pressure of the young man's aura today." ”
Zhou Bai shook his head and said, "I have no intention of helping you break through, and you don't have to thank me." Zhou Bai paused, looked at Zhou Zhou Xian deeply, and said, "Your physical body is almost decayed, and now it seems to be a breakthrough, but it is actually overdrawn, the path of the immortal path is completely cut off, and when Shouyuan is burned out, the body will die." ”
Xiaohuan looked at Zhou Bai with a hostile face when she heard this, her clenched fists and pursed lips expressed her inner anger and dissatisfaction, although she didn't know anything about cultivation, she knew the art of fate. Zhou Zhou Xian waved his long sleeves, blocked Xiaohuan, and said with a forced smile: "What the old man has learned is the 'Numerology Nine Calculations' and 'Jade Pillar Physiognomy' under the Qingyun Sect, which is a peerless study passed on by the ancestor Qingyunzi. ”
Looking back at Xiaohuan, Zhou Zhou Xian sighed and said, "Although Xiaohuan'er is talented and intelligent, he is not as good as Shaoxia, and his skills can see ordinary people for half his life, Shaoxia still don't embarrass us, I would like to write a recommendation to help Shaoxia go to Qingyun Sect to study the whole book of 'Physiognomy', how about it?" Zhou Zhou Xian's cloudy eyes stared at Zhou Bai, his face was sad, and his expression was very desolate.
Zhou Bai sighed and said, "Xiaohuan, can't you really see my life?" Xiao Suo's temperament emanated from Zhou Bai's side, and the new shoots in the treetops instantly withered and fell.
The end of winter and spring have arrived, and the new leaves are more withered and yellow.
Unconsciously, Xiaohuan's eyes were already moist, and through the falling dead leaves, she seemed to see an endless river of heavenly paths, time and eternal fate were determined, and the fate of the person in front of her was suppressed by countless divine karma at the bottom of the river, and the waves did not change over the years.
Xiaohuan shook his head and said softly, "I only understand the 'afterlife', and as for the 'afterlife', it only touches the fur, so I can't say!"
Zhou Bai naturally understood what the other party meant, and sighed and said, "That's it, then I won't force it." Turning his head to look at Zhou Xian, whose breath was gradually recovering, he said with a smile, "There is no need to promote Qingyun, there is cause and effect in the world, and today it is counted as a small favor I owe to the two of you, and I will help you in the future." ”
"When we meet in the rivers and lakes, it is fate, and we will meet again in the future, and we will say goodbye. When Zhou Xianyan heard this, he immediately pulled Xiaohuan's head and left without looking back, and even the bamboo pole banner of 'Immortal Guidance' was forgotten here, and the figures of the two disappeared from the noisy crowd in the blink of an eye.
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"....." Zhou Zhou Xian looked helplessly at Xiaohuan with tears in her eyes, reached out and rubbed her hair bun and said with a smile, "You don't have to look at me like this, this old man can be regarded as a blessing in disguise, and when Yangshou is approaching, he will break through the shackles of Shouyuan and prolong his life for decades." ”
"But...."As soon as Xiaohuan opened his mouth, he couldn't stop his tears, and while wiping his tears with the corner of Zhou Xian's clothes, he choked up and said, "But when your life ends up, your body and soul will dissipate heaven and earth..."
Zhou Zhou Xian laughed, and said with an indifferent face, "All things are born to support people, and people have nothing to repay the sky." Returning to the source of heaven and earth at the end of life can also be regarded as 'unity of the way', which is a realm that many people cannot reach. Walking outside the city, looking at the clear streams and the slightly green mountains and meadows, Zhou Zhou Xian showed a relieved expression on his face, "Besides, I am already content to watch you grow up." ”
Glancing at Xiaohuan, who was about to cry out loud, Zhou Zhou Xian stroked his beard and smiled, "What is the number of lives in Shicai?" I see that you don't want to say it, you seem to be afraid?"
Seeing that his grandfather changed the topic, Xiaohuan also let go of the bitterness in his heart, and said softly, "I know that looking at that person, the numerology seems to be very weird, and it is the most difficult to measure the number of lives recorded in the photo book, 'chaotic demon life', which is extremely rare." ”
"Grandpa, are you really going to write a recommendation for that person?" asked Xiaohuan. "Also, don't you often say that we and Qingyunmen are of the same clan? Why don't you recognize your relatives, with Qingyunmen's current status, plus your seniority, you don't eat and drink spicy food, you can choose?"
"Shhhhh......h......h
Zhou Zhou Xian looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, so he put his mind at ease and whispered: "If you don't use Qingyunmen to suppress this young monk who doesn't know the roots, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the two of us to get out." ”
"Also... How can I be the kind of person who tends to be inflammatory!" Zhou Zhou Immortal waved his long sleeves, quite a bit of crane bone fairy wind.
"Yes, yes, grandpa has the most backbone. Xiaohuan gave Zhou Zhou Xian a big roll of his eyes and said perfunctorily.
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'I can't say....' Zhou Bai muttered, his heart suddenly moved, and a beam of demonic energy rose out of thin air in the mountains outside the city, running through the heavens and the earth like a bright lamp in the dark.
Since Zhou Bai came here, he has not seen the demon clan, attracting all forces to Huqi Mountain is his purpose to muddy the cultivation world, and although the demon clan is weak here, it can be regarded as a giant, and the spirit fox in the black stone cave and the incense valley are also involved, Zhou Bai temporarily forgot about Zhou Xian and Xiaohuan, turned around and walked towards the outside of the city.
The sunset shone obliquely, reflecting the sunset in the sky like fire, and also stretched his figure long. It was dinner time, and everyone was walking home, and there was no one outside the town.
Wangshan ran away from the dead horse, until Zhou Bai walked out of the deep forest and came to the hills outside the city, the sky had completely darkened, a few faint stars were emerging in the sky, and the clear light of the moon illuminated the dark hills and valleys.
Before he could get closer, he heard a slight frightened shout from ahead, "Oops!"
Zhou Bai fixed his eyes, but it was Zhou Zhou Xian and Xiaohuan who he met during the day who were fleeing from the forest with panicked faces.