"Who married you who is sentimental, who comforts you who cry, who coils up your long hair, who makes a wedding dress for you" Whenever he thinks of Fang Jing, Wang Lin will unconsciously hum this song. Fang Jing is Wang Lin's college tablemate, and many good times in college are full of her shadow, even if sometimes Wang Lin is just an audience.

Wang Lin came to the university with reluctance, and he was already very disappointed that he was not admitted to an ideal university, but seeing this campus that had just been built from a wasteland, Wang Lin's heart was even more reluctant.

It was completely different from the university life he imagined, full of half-finished buildings surrounded by green cloth, messy mounds of dirt, bricks and tiles all over the floor, and barren meadows as far as the eye could see.

It's like going to college, it's like going to a construction site. How do you spend the moon leading your girlfriend for a walk, feeling the willows together, and the evening breeze. Looking at the dense weeds, I can only think, "The sky is blue, the wilderness is vast, and the wind blows the grass and sees the cattle and sheep." ”

When Wang Lin walked to the class and saw Fang Jing, it confirmed the saying "Life always brings you hope when you are desperate", with this touch of scenery, you can ignore others. That shallow smile, and that playful dimple, is still unforgettable.

Fang Jing has the natural beauty of the sister next door, and she doesn't use powder. He wore a ponytail, his hair was very smooth, his eyebrows were like a crescent moon, his eyes were not very large but clear, bright and bright, his skin was fair, his nose was small, and his cherry-like mouth had a sweet smile.

Thinking of that impressive smile, the corners of Wang Lin's mouth, who was disappointed, also raised slightly, revealing a bitter and helpless smile.

Wang Lin, who has not been very lucky, was favored by God at that time, and became Fang Jing's tablemate, the so-called building near the water, after two years of unremitting efforts, finally made Fang Jing his girlfriend, and spent a year of good time together, Wang Lin naively thought that he had found true love, and he could happily "hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son".

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long, and many times the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. In the graduation season, in the face of various practical problems, love was finally knocked down by reality, Fang Jing left Wang Lin and chose Guo Tao, who had superior conditions, just because Guo Tao could arrange a formal job for Fang Jing in Songjiang.

Fang Jing's current husband Guo Tao is also Wang Lin's classmate, an absolute playboy. The family background is very good, it is said that there are tens of millions of family properties, and the appearance is barely average. When he first went to school, he also began to pursue Fang Jing, but he did not have the advantage of Wang Lin's proximity to the water, nor did he have Wang Lin's handsomeness, and in the end he did not compete with Wang Lin.

Of course, Guo Tao was not idle during the period of chasing Fang Jing, and while chasing Fang Jing, he and other girls were also ** unclear, according to his idea, he would not give up the whole forest because of a tree.

During the graduation internship, Wang Lin was assigned to the field, and Fang Jing stayed in Songjiang, but what Wang Lin still can't figure out is that during the short three-month social practice period, Fang Jing actually empathized with Guo Tao, but threw herself into Guo Tao's arms.

When he returned to school, he bumped into the two people walking hand in hand on campus, saw Fang Jing's flickering and evasive eyes, and Guo Tao's proud expression, Wang Lin felt that his heart was like being frozen in extreme cold and then hit hard again, cold and then shattered inch by inch. It seems to be in response to the sentence "I don't believe in love anymore".

Returning home with a somewhat lonely mood, Wang Lin took off his satchel, left it on the sofa and walked into the bedroom, Wang Lin wanted to curl up on the bed and quietly read a favorite novel. Only by entering the world of fiction can he temporarily forget all his troubles and unhappiness, and he likes this kind of tranquility.

With a bang, Wang Lin looked at the thing he kicked under his feet, this was the gourd that gave him the inheritance after smashing himself, the gourd successfully aroused Wang Lin's curiosity, Wang Lin immediately picked it up and studied it carefully.

From the outside, you can't see that it is a treasure at all, but it is full of traces of erosion of time. The base of the gourd is engraved with a gossip figure, a divine dragon hovers and wraps around the gourd, the dragon's head is made at the mouth of the gourd, and the shape of the lid of the gourd is also like a flame.

The lid of the gourd looks like it is about to rust with the mouth of the gourd, but Wang Lin feels that it is easy to pull it out, this time it seems random in Wang Lin, but the family of the fortune teller has not been able to do it for hundreds of years.

As soon as the lid was opened, the gourd suddenly became larger, it was no longer the same shabby, it had become the size of a three-year-old child, the red itself, as clear as red agate, and the hovering dragon on it shone with golden light, Wang Lin knew that this was the true face of the spirit treasure.

Under the light of the fire, his eyes suddenly became black and white no longer distinct, but formed a gray state, as if there were two flames burning and beating in his eyes, and then Wang Lin felt that there was another world in front of him, this was a chaotic world.

In this vast world, there were flickering flames, and around the flames were scattered a huge amount of milky white spars of different sizes, and the glow on the spars flowed.

A giant dragon with a raging body and a length of dozens of feet roamed wildly above the flames, spitting fiery tongues of fire as it stretched its body.

As the dragon circled over the flames, a storm center was formed, and the bright spots in the air beyond the gourd were all frantically flared by moths to the flames, and the wind helped the fire, and the fire borrowed the power of the wind, and the flames that had been flickering just now became remarkable, and the flames, although still transparent, had a raging momentum, and the situation was as violent as pouring a bucket of gasoline on a flame that was about to be extinguished.

The tornado storm in the gourd lasted for about two minutes and then calmed down, at this time the gourd seemed to be a golden ocean, the vast space in the sky full of golden rain scattered into the flames, the dragon happily soared in this golden rain, from time to time also excitedly spit out a string of tongues of fire.

When Wang Lin was immersed in this mysterious scene, he didn't know that at this time, the cultivators in a radius of thousands of miles were in extreme shock, just about two minutes ago, the vitality between heaven and earth was extremely fluctuating, although it was usually rare, but he could really feel the existence of vitality, at this time, as if it was evacuated by something, it suddenly disappeared without a trace, and in a short two minutes, the vitality between heaven and earth had been thinned to the point of being rare.

At the same time, in the Changle Temple, the most famous temple in Songjiang City, an old monk with kind eyebrows and kind eyes who is entering the meditation shows a look of surprise on his face that has been in the ancient well all the year round. Got up and hurriedly walked to a small courtyard surrounded by several small buildings on the opposite side of the temple, at this time, a middle-aged man in this small courtyard who was absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth had no choice but to stop meditating and practicing, and speculated with a shocked face about this sudden abnormality.

Songjiang City Hospital, Director Zhang, who had treated Wang Lin before, was also puzzled at this time, and suddenly felt that the spiritual power around him was dozens of times more than before, but it was just a passing cloud, quicksand between his fingers, and he left in an instant, and finally there was no vitality here

At this time, it is located in the vast primeval forest of the Taibai Mountains eight hundred miles south of Songjiang City, and the original quiet and peaceful Taoist temple is even more chaotic at this time.

Just when the vitality of heaven and earth was empty, when the seal of the sealing cave located in the mountain behind the sect was weak, the ghost king who had been sealed in the cave for thousands of years seized this opportunity, and when the sealing array was sluggish, he extracted most of his spiritual energy and exploded, directly broke away the seal of the sealing array, rushed out of the sealing cave, and bloodily killed the two disciples who were guarding the array, and absorbed the essence blood and soul of the two, and turned into a gust of yin wind after a resentful glance at the Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.

When the retreating Great Elder of the Qianxuan Sect, the mid-Jindan monk Xuan Qingzhen, arrived, the Ghost King fled without a trace.

Looking at the twelve mountain-guarding disciples who were killed by absorbing yang spirit along the way, Xuan Qingzhen, who had not been angry for many years, knocked down the big poplar tree next to him with one palm, and shouted angrily: "If you don't punish this demon, you won't be a man." ”