The little Taoist priest returned to Xixuan Mountain all the way calmly, and he did not encounter any accidents on the way, which surprised him.

After returning to the mountain, he first explained to the Zi Qing Zhenren who was in charge of the precepts whether he had committed any crimes this time he went down the mountain, changed his clothes, and then went straight to see Ziyang Zhenren. Ziyang Zhenren is still practicing calligraphy in the pavilion, a wolf is like a butterfly wearing flowers, sometimes like a giant axe chiseling stone, light and heavy, rigid and soft, the realm is not low.

It wasn't until the last hook of the pen that Ziyang Zhenren stroked his beard and said, "Ruochen, everything is okay with this southward trip?"

Ji Ruochen said: "Everything must be profitable, and the source of spiritual power has been explored. However, there are no strange beasts guarding the spiritual source here. ”

Ziyang Zhenren picked up a few banners and squinted and looked at them carefully for a moment. Ji Ruochen took the opportunity to look at the situation and saw that what Ziyang Zhenren wrote was the four big characters of "Chaos Indefinite", and he couldn't remember which scripture he had read this sentence in for a while. Ziyang Zhenren looked at it once, shook his head, closed the banner, burned the real fire clean, and then asked, "What about Qing'er?

Ji Ruochen said: "On the way to the south, I met Yinfeng of Qingxu Palace, Gu Qingwu understood the cause and effect of her previous life, and knew that Yinfeng was destined for her previous life, so she chose to walk with Yinfeng, but this reincarnation cause and effect of a hundred years and thousands of years was gone." Although she did not say it explicitly, the disciple thought that the marriage contract with her should be useless. ”

Ji Ruochen's words were plain and impulsive, neither sad nor deliberately suppressed, as if he was completely saying something that had nothing to do with it. Ziyang Zhenren was also quite surprised, and couldn't help but glance at him. Ji Ruochen's expression was as usual, and he calmly met Ziyang Zhenren's gaze.

Ziyang Zhenren sighed: "I heard that Qingxu Palace has received a Immortal Yinfeng, and I have just gained enlightenment recently, but I didn't expect to have such a relationship with Qing'er, alas! Don't talk about it, forget it, where are you going to go in the future?"

Ji Ruochen pondered for a moment and said, "Master, I'm not an immortal. ”

Ziyang Zhenren smiled and said, "This is one of them, there is not necessarily only one in the world. Second, you are not the reincarnation of the Immortal, Ziwei Zhenren and I have already known about it. ”

"Ah, this... This answer was much more than Ji Ruochen expected, and his wooden complexion finally changed.

Ziyang Zhenren sighed: "Ruochen, since I brought you to the Daode Sect back then, then you are destined for my sect." No matter what your background was in your previous life, you will always be my Ziyang's disciple in this life. This word immortal, forget it!"

"Master... Ji Ruochen was speechless for a while.

Ziyang Zhenren walked to the window, looked at the sea of clouds outside the window, and said: "Ruochen, when you go back to the mountain this time, you must have found that there are more changes in the world." Emperor Ming, the Son of Heaven of this dynasty, issued a holy decree to turn my Daode Sect as a demon and called on the monks of the world to rise up and attack it. At this time, there is no peace in the world. Originally, you were not enough, and it was not appropriate to walk down the mountain alone at this time, but as the so-called not broken and not standing, I watched you Yintang colorful clouds like a instrument, and a delicate heart has shown the first signs. At this moment, your Dao heart realm is far better than your own true element, if you can know the good fortune and avoid the evil, and overcome the rigid with softness, you can still go down the mountain, but you have to be careful all the time. ”

Ji Ruochen asked suspiciously: "The Ziwei real person of this sect is about to soar, and the world knows it. How much of a wave can Emperor Ming's edict make? Even if the True Martial Arts Concept poured out, and its strength was not more than Er'er, how could it be the opponent of our sect. But why did the small sect that I saw on the way dare to attack my sect in a remote place in southern Xinjiang?"

"Ruochen, you don't know anything about this. As soon as Emperor Ming issued an order, Qingxu Palace stood on the side of the court, accusing our sect of trying to make the world chaotic. Now that they are immortals, their prestige is unparalleled for a while, and all the factions in the world are ready to go. Although there has not yet been a sect or sect that has openly attacked the disciples of our sect's main mountain, there is no shortage of precedents for those who have made moves against the outer branches of our sect. It's just when the rain is coming!"

"But why did Emperor Ming suddenly issue such an edict? Originally, didn't our sect have already suppressed the True Martial Arts and gained a foothold in Chang'an?"

Ziyang Zhenren sighed: "Some time ago, Emperor Ming suddenly killed several disciples of our sect who stayed in Chang'an, and then this holy edict was issued. I don't know what happened inside. You moved quickly on your southward journey this time, and now the Shenzhou Qi Fortune Map has not yet revealed the location of the next source of spiritual power, so you can stay on the mountain and concentrate on cultivation during this time. ”

Ji Ruochen was silent for a moment and said, "I want to go to the East China Sea again." ”

Ziyang Zhenren raised his eyebrows, and finally nodded a little more, and said, "Be prepared, be careful in everything." ”

Ji Ruochen saluted and walked outside the pavilion. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped and asked, "Master, what should I do if all the cultivators in the world send a group of people to attack me?"

Ziyang Zhenren stroked his beard and asked rhetorically, "What do you think?"

"Strike head-on with thunder. ”

Ziyang Zhenren smiled, noncommittal.

When he returned to the courtyard where he lived, Ji Ruochen stopped in front of the door for a whole pillar of incense before pushing open the courtyard door and walking in. The small courtyard is green and grassy, and everywhere is spotless, apparently someone often cleans up.

The layout in the study has not changed for many years, the rosewood desk and chairs are still there, the corner of the desk still has the "Taiping Immortals Essay", and there is still a half-burner of Longyan incense in the incense burner. The moment he walked in the door, he almost thought he was back to that morning more than a year ago. He rubbed his eyes, only to see that the seat was empty, and there was no plain figure like a mountain and a river.

Ji Ruochen slowly sat down in the chair, his elbows naturally rested on the desk, and his eyes looked at the situation, which happened to fall on the "Essays of the Taiping Immortals". On the cover of this book is an amethyst hexagram stick, which is temporarily used as a book.

He took the amethyst hexagram, stroked it with his fingertips, and experienced the uncertain spiritual power in the hexagram, and returned to his eyes after five years of closed-door penance in the mountains. Back then, the aura contained in the purple sun hexagram almost gave him his life, and today he has made great progress, and he no longer needs these aura supplements. Ji Ruochen finally smiled bitterly, and tapped the amethyst hexagram with his middle finger, but the amethyst hexagram was not dissociated and disappeared as he wished. Only then did he remember that the Dissociation Immortal Decision that had been with him for several years had been lost.

He put the amethyst hexagram back on the cover of "The Essays of the Taiping Immortals", and then went out of the study and carefully covered the door.

This study, he will never go into it again.

It was already dusk when Ji Ruochen returned to the mountain, he simply sorted out his bags, and he was about to go down the mountain again at the beginning of the moon.

His preparation was extremely simple, the Xuanxin Plate Fingers were almost empty, only a few Water Avoidance Spells and Powerful Ding Armor Divine Runes, and the rest of the magic weapons and elixirs were left in the room. This time, the outfit is so simple, any Daode Sect disciple who goes down the mountain is afraid that he will not bring such a small thing.

After the house stopped, Ji Ruochen looked up at the moonlight and walked out of the courtyard. As soon as he pushed open the courtyard door, a cold night wind suddenly blew in his face, and he was startled, and he took a step back quickly. There was a faint figure standing outside the courtyard gate, and he also retreated backwards in shock, his movements were not half of the fireworks, and his speed was not inferior to Ji Ruochen, but the weirdness was still excessive.

Ji Ruochen looked intently, and saw a girl in a light-colored dress standing outside the door, her complexion was clear and cold, and she looked like a fairy falling into the world under the moonlight. She was holding a jade bowl in her left hand, and she didn't know what it contained. Such a scene, Ji Ruochen only felt that he didn't know where he had seen it, but he couldn't remember it anyway.

"Well, this is for you, drink it!" she stretched out her hand, her tone as cold as her voice.

"What is this, why should I drink it?" Although his memory was very vague, Ji Ruochen still recognized that the girl in front of him was named Yin Yin, the daughter of Jingxiao Zhenren. It's just that he couldn't understand why Yin Yin suddenly brought him a bowl of something to drink.

"You drank it, and as for why... Why... Yin Yindai's eyebrows furrowed, and she thought hard for a while, but she just couldn't figure out why, so a burst of irritability suddenly surged up in her heart, and said, "There are not so many whys, you have to drink anyway!"

Ji Ruochen took the jade bowl, and saw that the bowl was as dark as ink, and hesitated for a while.

There was suddenly a wisp of death in the night wind, and a tall figure appeared behind Zhang Yinyin, looked at Ji Ruochen for a moment, and sighed: "In vain, she was born and died for you, and went straight down to the Nine Shadows to get the Soul Restoration Grass, but you are still suspicious of her temptation! Alas, I thought you should be such a hero, but I didn't expect to be so ruthless!"

"Who are you!" Ji Ruochen asked as he stared at the tall and thin figure.

"My family, now a young lady's guard. The figure replied indifferently.

Ji Ruochen has already seen that my family has no entity, but is condensed by the death qi of yin power, such as the existence of yin souls. If he had first ascended to the Daode Sect, he would have been surprised why there were ghosts and filth in the Xianjiabao, and now that he has seen a lot, he knows that everything in the Taishang Daode Palace is very common, and it is very common for a few ghosts to wander around at night. Moreover, since this ghost named My Family is Yin Yin's guard, it must have been forbidden by secret laws, and there is no need to worry about his loyalty.

Although my family's speech and demeanor are not quite the same as those of ordinary ghost guards, Ji Ruochen didn't care, his mind was already on the jade bowl in his hand. Many suddenly lost memories seem to be tied to this jade bowl.

Ji Ruochen no longer hesitated, raised his head and drank the liquid medicine in the bowl. The liquid medicine is tasteless, and it melts in the mouth, and there is no need to go down to the throat and into the abdomen, and it has penetrated into the depths of his meridian and spiritual consciousness. In an instant, there was a roar in the depths of Ji Ruochen's heart, all the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the sky went straight to the bottom of his heart, and those dusty memories flooded one by one.

When he looked at Yin Yin again, the little face that fell into the world had a different meaning in Ji Ruochen's eyes.

"Yin Yin, you... Ji Ruochen suddenly understood why she committed suicide that day, she was choked up for a while, and she couldn't speak anymore, so she only stepped forward and held her hand.

A crisp sound sounded in the night, Ji Ruochen covered his face, and he didn't know why Zhang Yinyin would suddenly give him a slap.

"Senior Brother Ji, I thought you were a dignified and courteous person, but I didn't expect your behavior to be so frivolous! You have already taken the Soul Restoration Grass, and what I want to do is done! Senior Brother take care!"

Zhang Yinyin coldly dropped a few words, then turned around and floated away. After flying out of the ten zhang, she suddenly turned her head and glanced at Ji Ruochen, thinking hard about something, but in the end she got nothing, so she disappeared into the night.

Ji Ruochen stood in place stunned, only feeling that this scene was so familiar, but the roles of the two were reversed.

My family glanced at Ji Ruochen, who was at a loss, and said in a deep voice: "Although there are some things I don't want to tell you, but... If you have the heart, go to the Netherworld again. Although the Soul Restoration Grass has failed, there should be something else in the underworld that can be relieved of Meng Po Soup. ”

Meng Po soup!

Ji Ruochen's heart suddenly fluctuated, and only then did he roughly know the ins and outs of the matter.

The moonlight was like frost, and Ji Ruochen stood for a full hour, and then walked towards the gate of the Taishang Daode Palace. At this moment, thousands of chores were piled up in his heart, and in the midst of thousands of clues, he still decided to go to the East China Sea first.

Do what you need to do first, not what you want to do the most. This is the principle that the shopkeeper and his wife have engraved in his heart with leather whips and sticks since he was a child.

When he was about to step on the rope bridge leading to Moganfeng, Ji Ruochen suddenly stopped. In front of the rope bridge, there were two figures of immortals, one was Shang Qiushui, and the other was Ji Bingxian, who he had never imagined would appear here.

"It's been a long time, Senior Brother Ruochen is not harmed!" Shang Qiushui hugged his fists and saluted, but it always made people feel that he was full of helplessness in this salute, and his smile was a little like a wry smile.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Qiushui. Ji Ruochen replied. He kept a distance of twenty zhang from Shang Ji and the others, and did not take a step forward. It was a little strange to be so far away, but it was even more strange for Ji Bingxian to appear here. As a fellow disciple, Ji Ruochen didn't think that Ji Bingxian would have any evil intentions, but her eyes were extremely sharp when she looked at her, like two unsheathed fairy swords. Ji Ruochen has been cautious since he was a child, and of course he will not be without mention.

"Where, Senior Brother Ji should not be, it seems that he has just returned to the mountain, and the dust has not been washed, and he is about to go down the mountain again?。。。 "Shang Qiushui is surprisingly verbose tonight.

Ji Bingxian frowned slightly, and said, "Qiushui Master, you should be called Uncle Shi." ”

Ji Ruochen said: "We are not in the same vein, so we don't have to seriously care about the generational relationship... ”

Ji Bingxian said lightly: "Etiquette rules are not a trivial matter, how can they be so neglected?"

She blocked Ji Ruochen's words back with a word. Ji Ruochen simply kept silent, wanting to see what she wanted to do.

Sure enough, Ji Bingxian said: "Bingxian wants to ask Senior Brother Ji for advice, and I hope that Senior Brother will not hesitate to advise." ”

Ji Ruochen knew slightly, and planned to refuse, but he didn't know that Shang Qiushui was polite to the ground, and while saying that he asked his uncle to give advice, he couldn't help but secretly make his eyes come over, and Yingying's eyes were full of pleading, and for a while, I really felt pity.

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