Trapped for four years, worried for four years, missing for four years, and seeing that he was about to leave, Ling Xuan's patience was excited and nervous, he patted Red Feather and said, "Let's go, Red Feather, take me back to the Second Pole Sect." ”

When Red Feather heard this, he was about to flutter his wings and fly high, suddenly, Caiyi rushed from not far ahead, came to Red Feather's side and stopped, his huge head kept rubbing back and forth on Ling Xuan's legs, his mouth made a whining sound, a pair of big eyes were full of tears, and he looked at Ling Xuan pitifully, it seemed to be extremely reluctant to let Ling Xuan leave, or begged Ling Xuan to take it away.

The first time they met, it gave Ling Xuan a dismount, but in the next few years, it was very friendly, that is, with its company, four long years, Ling Xuan felt that it was not so boring, at this time he was leaving, and he was very reluctant in his heart. However, the colorful clothes were so huge, after Red Feather carried the two of them, he was absolutely unable to carry it again, even if he was reluctant to give up, Ling Xuan had to leave it.

Ling Xuan bent down and patted it on the back, and comforted it softly: "Caiyi, I'm sorry, I can't take you away, but I promise you that it will definitely come back to see you one day, and then take you out of this place." ”

Caiyi Wu let out a whining sound, staring at Ling Xuan with big eyes, as if asking him for affirmation, after Ling Xuan nodded heavily, it slowly took a few steps back, the water in its eyes swirled, and it looked indescribably pitiful.

Ling Xuan couldn't bear to look at it, so he turned around, patted the red feather lightly again, and said, "Let's go!"

Red Feather glanced back at the big guy who was always 'bullied' by it in the past, although he was reluctant, but after all, he shook his wings and rushed into the blue sky, leaving a scream and that colorful figure, standing alone by the small lake, looking up at the sky, and the liquid rolled down in his big eyes, perhaps, that was its true feelings.

The lakeside is colorful

The white clouds are still around

Who says that beasts are cheap

Farewell tears

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Standing in front of the mountain gate of the Erji Sect again, looking at the collapsed five halls and the weedy fairy fields, the ancient pines, languishing, withering, the bald branches are not full of desolation, and the pieces of auspicious clouds, there is no auspicious breath, as if a fashionable old man, lifeless...... It is a fairy-like, antique two-pole sect, and there is no immortal scene, revealing the vicissitudes of life, dilapidation and the desolation of people going to the empty building.

The endless sadness that filled the air, as if there was suddenly life, all shouted to drill into Ling Xuan's heart.

All kinds of past events climbed into Ling Xuan's heart one by one, like a sharp flying sword, cutting his young heart into a blur of flesh and blood. The bright and warm smiling face, the song of the Nine Heavens fairy-like dance, and the meticulous words of care are still in front of me and in my ears. Why did he just blink his eyes, and everything was far away from him, separated by yin and yang, separated by life and death, so far away?

Looking at the unrecognizable sect of the Two Extremes Sect, it was like looking at all kinds of warm happiness in the past, Ling Xuan tasted the pain, the heart-rending pain, so real, so irresistible.

The wind lives in the dust, and the fragrant flowers have fallen

Tired of combing your hair day and night

Things are people, not everything

Tears flowed first

Ling Xuan's heart ached, it really hurt, it was a kind of force majeure pain to the world, he was helpless, confused, desperate, like a lost child

After a lot of hard work, he finally found a home, but found that his home was no longer there, his relatives were no longer there, and everything he was familiar with was no longer there.

The little monk Jingchen stood quietly beside Ling Xuan, accompanying him, looking at the past together, tasting the hurt and pain together. The red feather had not yet recovered the palm-sized body of the bird, and was also standing on the sidelines, the bird's eyes were gloomy.

Between heaven and earth, there was only the sound of the gentle wind and the sobbing of the weak young man.

Maybe it was a quarter of an hour, maybe even longer, Jingchen patted Ling Xuan lightly, and said, "Good, good, Senior Brother Ling, the past is over, you don't have to be too sad." It's not a good place to stay for long, so let's leave as soon as possible. ”

Ling Xuan nodded and said, "Senior Brother Jingchen, I'm fine. Let's go!"

Jingchen turned around and climbed onto Red Feather's shoulder, Ling Xuan also turned around, he pulled him up and sat on Red Feather's back together.

Jingchen patted Red Feather and said, "Let's go, Red Feather." ”

Red Feather seemed to be immersed in sadness, looking up to the sky and screaming bitterly, but finally stretched his wings and shook his wings into the sky. Ling Xuan turned around, infinitely nostalgic in his heart, and wanted to say nothing.

The two of them pierced through the layers of white clouds, jumped over the mountains, about half an hour later, the Buddha power blessed by the pure dust on the red feather was exhausted, before the red feather recovered its true body, Ling Xuan ordered it to land on a clearing, as soon as the two of them got off the bird's back, the red feather returned to the size of a palm, squeaked and jumped on Ling Xuan's shoulder, combing the fiery red feathers.

This place is a wide official road, two cars are imprinted, along the official road zigzag to the distance, obviously this place is extremely prosperous, there are many carriages back and forth. On both sides of the official road, the trees are shady, the birds and beasts are flocks, at this time, it is noon, for some reason, there is no one person and one car on the official road.

This place was very unfamiliar to Ling Xuan, but Jingchen had obviously been here before, he looked around, and then said to Ling Xuan: "Senior Brother Ling, from here you can go more than ten miles to the south, and you can reach the long-famous Bajiao Town here. I wonder what Senior Brother Ling's plans are for the future?"

Ling Xuan's whole heart was immersed in the grief of the past, and he didn't think about where to go in the future, he shook his head and said, "I never thought about it, I just wanted to find Master, but I don't know where she is, I don't know which direction to look for." ”

He looked at Jingchen and said, "Senior Brother Jingchen, I don't know what your plans are?"

The dust was put together, and he said: "Amitabha, the little monk is in his body, and he doesn't dare to disobey, so he will go back to the fairy fox cave to find the thousand-year-old fox demon, and vow to ambush her and remove the great harm for the villagers." ”

Ling Xuan pondered for a moment and said, "That thousand-year-old fox demon has a thousand-year-old cultivation, and he wants to do it quite deeply. Now that the senior brother's magic weapon, the Pure Dust Fish, has been destroyed in her hands, she is probably not her opponent. ”

Jingchen's face showed eagerness, and he said, "This ...... How's that good?"

Ling Xuan said: "Of course, this demon must be eliminated, but it must not be reckless, and it needs to be calculated from the long term." I don't know where to go to find the master, so let's let my brother and my brother go to meet the thousand-year-old fox demon, what does the senior brother think?"

The road to eliminating demons and slaying demons is long and far, and it is best to have someone as a companion, but ...... Jingchen hesitated for a moment and said, "It's best to have junior brother by your side, but Senior Brother Ling's body is ......."

He said all this, but the meaning could not be clearer, Ling Xuan's heart was clear, he had already made it clear to Jingchen that he had no ability to cultivate immortals and Buddhas, at this time Ling Xuan wanted to eliminate the demon with him, Jingchen was worried that he was not a monster opponent, and he would lose his life in vain.

Ling Xuan smiled bitterly and said, "Please rest assured, Senior Brother Jingchen, I have the red feather by my side, and I think that the thousand-year-old fox demon can't hurt me." ”

Jingchen glanced at the red feathers that were squatting on Ling Xuan's shoulders and combing his feathers, and couldn't help blushing, and said: "Amitabha, Senior Brother Ling has this innate spiritual treasure to protect his body, the evil demons and demons dare not invade, and the demons and monsters dare not attack, but the little monk is too worried, ashamed and ashamed!"

Ling Xuan smiled and said no more, at that moment, the two of them followed the official road and hurried away, and finally arrived at the wild town called Basho Town before dark.

As the name suggests, the town is surrounded by dense plantain forests, with clusters of yellow plantain hanging on the branches, and the blood-red sun shining on it in the evening, shining with golden light.

A piece of green tile ancient houses, scattered among the banana forests, smoke curling, I don't know whose bad dogs, barking a few times from time to time, startling the pieces of banana birds and fleeing.

Glancing at this wild town, Ling Xuan praised it from the bottom of his heart: "What a beautiful place!"

Jingchen smiled and didn't answer.

At that moment, the two entered the town. It was already evening, most of the townspeople had returned home, and there were few pedestrians in sight on the bluestone-paved streets of the town, which was very clean.

The two of them walked along the bluestone road and gradually went deeper into the town, and finally saw an inn called Fulai for staying, but the two of them lingered at the door and did not dare to enter.

At this moment, a person dressed as a shopkeeper came out of the inn, with a smile on his face, and said: "Yo, the two guest officers are invited, I don't know if the two guest officers are sharp-eyed or live in the hotel?"

Jingchen's face flushed, his hands folded, and said: "Amitabha, the little monk is a monk of Wuliang Mountain Wuliang Temple, and he is passing through Guizhen today, and he sees that the hour is late, so it is not appropriate to hurry...... I wonder if the donor can make it easier for the two of us to stay here for one night?"