I saw that the painting wall was slightly twisted and fluctuated, and then Xuan Lingzi, who was dressed in a white robe, stepped out of it, and the figure blurred into a step into the courtyard outside, looking up at the sky, his deep eyes flashed with scorching brilliance, and his face also showed an inexplicable smile: "Seven emotions and six desires, love and hatred, greed, hatred, and hatred, in the end, everything is virtual and real, but it is just a false one.."

"You.. Who are you, are you an immortal or a demon?" Qing Shui, who then chased out, couldn't help but look at Xuan Lingzi in surprise and asked.

Xuan Lingzi, who turned to look at Qing Shui, couldn't help laughing, and in the clear laughter, his figure suddenly became larger, and became more and more illusory, and finally disappeared without a trace, leaving only a little spiritual light floating in front of Qing Shui, and integrated into the body of Qing Shui, who was in doubt: "Hehe, since it is fate to meet, even if the immortal road is difficult to find, I hope you have a compassionate universal heart, can help the world, and transcend suffering." ”

"Immortals, are there really immortals in this world?" Qing Shui, who muttered silently, reacted and couldn't help but kneel down in the sky.

The figure became boundless, and Xuan Lingzi, who had become one with the whole world, actually seemed to be completely detached from this world.

It was as if he had become a real spectator, able to clearly see the small worlds in this side of the world, to see everything in them, and even to see the origin of all worlds, and all the mysteries could no longer be hidden from his perceptual investigation.

"Huh?" Xuan Lingzi, who suddenly discovered something special, quickly passed through one world after another and shrunk, and finally landed in a small world like a paradise like birds and flowers.

This side of the world is not big, but there are mountains and rivers, and there is a simple attic between the mountains and rivers, which forms a landscape painting with the mountains and water next to it.

"There are friends from afar, and they are happy," the leisurely and clear voice resounded through the mountains and forests, and in the fence courtyard in front of the bamboo building, a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar was making tea, looking up at the air with a light smile.

As soon as his words fell, a huge phantom in the air shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a Xuan Lingzi who was covered in a white robe with scattered hair and fell from the sky, and landed opposite the middle-aged scholar, looking at the middle-aged scholar with shining curiosity.

"Please sit!" stretched out his hand to signal the middle-aged scholar who asked Xuan Lingzi to sit down, and with a smile, he personally poured a cup of tea and handed it to Xuan Lingzi: "Please use tea!"

Stretched out his hand to take a light sip of Xuan Lingzi, and couldn't help frowning slightly: "What kind of tea is this? bitter, spicy and sweet, it seems to taste life." ”

"This is the tea of life, if you taste it carefully, there is not only bitter, spicy and sweet taste," the middle-aged scholar smiled.

Hearing this, Xuan Lingzi, who tasted it carefully, couldn't help but show emotion on his face: "It's indeed a cup of tea for life!"

"I don't know what to call Mr.?" Xuan Lingzi asked indifferently and casually, but the middle-aged scholar's answer made him couldn't help but be stunned and speechless: "Old man Pu Songling." ”

Looking at Xuan Lingzi's stunned expression, the middle-aged scholar couldn't help but smile: "Hehe.. Little friend, why do you cling to a name? I ask you, what do you call it?"

"Me?" Xuan Lingzi was stunned, and then couldn't help laughing: "Who am I? I am a little friend today, and I may be an immortal, a god, a devil, a celestial, a layman, a foreigner, maybe one day I may be a gentleman, or a gentleman may be me." Immortal in my heart, I am immortal, Tao in my heart, I am Tao. ”

"Good! Little Friendship Understanding!" The smile on the middle-aged scholar's face became stronger: "I don't know what Little Friend is looking for here, can you find it?"

"Maybe I found it, maybe I didn't," Xuan Lingzi smiled noncommittally: "I still need to find it, I hope it didn't disturb Mr.'s tranquility." ”

The middle-aged scholar nodded and smiled: "Everything is real and false, and in the end it is just a dream bubble, I hope Xiaoyou can understand it as soon as possible." ”

After speaking, the middle-aged scholar disappeared in front of Xuan Lingzi, and then, the landscape, the bamboo building, everything disappeared, and in the darkness, there was no trace of Xuan Lingzi.

...

The north wind is blowing, the snow is drifting, the world is slaughtered, but in the deep mountains and valleys, there is a bloody battle taking place.

On the two sides of the fight, one side is more than a dozen black-clothed men with sharp weapons, and the other side is an old man with a white face and gray hair.

The old man's body was covered in blood, and there was a swaddling baby wrapped in his arms, and the cute baby in the swaddling clothes seemed to be asleep, and the fighting movement did not affect him at all.

"The surname Lin, don't be dying, as long as you hand over the child, we will let you live, otherwise..." One of the men in black snorted coldly.

The indifferent old man took the opportunity to strike more ruthlessly, and simply killed the two black-clothed men on the other side neatly, causing the black-clothed man who spoke just now to shout angrily: "Look for death!" brothers, you don't have to show mercy to your subordinates, just let this old slave and his little master die here!"

Those men in black shot more fiercely, and it became more and more difficult for the old man to resist, and he desperately killed the other party until there were only five or six people left, and he himself was seriously injured and staggered back, making the remaining five or six men in black both shocked and angry.

"Kill!" In the midst of angry shouts, the five or six men in black slaughtered the old man again, threatening to kill him here.

Laugh at.. Knort.. The sharp weapon tore through the flesh and blood, and in the sound of gold and iron fighting, three more black-clothed people died, and the old man was also slashed in the back by the leader of the black-clothed men, turned over and fell to the ground, and when he struggled to get up, another black-clothed man stabbed him fiercely from behind.

The old man, who barely dodged sideways, was still pierced by the sword, and with the last strength he stiffened, turned the blood-stained long sword in his hand upside down and inserted it into the chest of the man in black who gave him a fatal blow.

The last remaining leader of the men in black, looking at the dying old man, couldn't help but shrink his eyes for a while and didn't dare to step forward.

"Your Highness, the old slave can't protect the little prince to grow up safely, and he has your trust..." The old man, who raised his head and was unwilling to roar, finally shook his body, and slowly fell backwards weakly, and the look in his eyes that moved slightly at the corners of his mouth began to fade.

At this moment, a white light fell from the sky, turned into an illusory figure, and landed beside the old man, who was Xuan Lingzi dressed in white.

"You.. Are you a human or a ghost?" When the leader of the man in black saw Xuan Lingzi, he couldn't help but widen his eyes immediately, and he staggered back and said in a frightened trembling voice.

And the old man lying on the ground saw Xuan Lingzi, but his originally dim gaze suddenly burst out with scorching brilliance, and with some difficulty, he raised his finger to the swaddling clothes in his arms and said vaguely: "Help.." Save.."

"Okay, I promise you, I will save this child and ensure that he will live for a hundred years," Xuan Lingzi nodded as he looked at the old man and said.

Hearing Xuan Lingzi's words, the old man suddenly felt relieved, and slowly closed his eyes with a smile on his pale face, and there was no longer a trace of life.

When the old man died, he suddenly noticed what kind of Xuan Lingzi, squatted down and reached out to touch the baby in his arms, and couldn't help frowning with a slightly complicated look and sighed, hesitated slightly, and then the whole person turned into a ball of white light and submerged into the baby's body.

Wow wow.. Immediately afterwards, the loud cry of the baby woke up the sluggish leader of the men in black, and his eyes slowly showed a fierce look, and his slightly trembling hand clenched the blood-stained scimitar in his hand, and he gritted his teeth and stepped forward to stab the baby.

"Stop!" a low, cold old man's voice came, and a figure descended from the sky from the cliff in the distance.