no signs of spirituality

The Yaotai banquet five years ago ended with the dissatisfaction of the guests. Since then, Xiao Wuyin has been stricter towards Xie Lingzheng.

The mind of Immortal Yingtai is hard for ordinary people to figure out, but Xie Lingzheng can see that Xiao Wuyin has no distaste for what he has done, neither loathing and disdain like the guests in the hall, nor scolding like other disciples He lost the face of Mount Yingtai.

Xiao Xianjun just doesn't understand, he doesn't understand the turbulent and passionate thoughts, and it's hard to understand the joy of being dependent on each other. He only believes that his apprentice's foundation is not stable. The behavior of the monster tribe is not conducive to cultivation, so they deliberately want to twist Xie Lingzheng on the right path.

Xie Lingzheng knelt on the top of the floating clouds where people came and went for three days, Xiao Wuyin first asked him if he knew his mistakes, then asked him if he regretted it, and on the last day asked him if he was ashamed.

Kneeling straight and with a firm voice, he said, "I don't know how to be ashamed, so Master won't allow me to go home?"

Xiao Wuyin punished him to go to Tongtian Bamboo to think about his mistakes, and this thought lasted for half a year, but in the end Immortal Yingtai couldn't hold him back, so he personally took Bixiao to carry him down.

That night the moonlight was clear, he leaned on Xiao Wuyin's back, and whispered: "Etiquette is as dense as a net of dust, I just want to be that sesame seed in the net."

Xiao Wuyin sighed: "Why do you have to wrong yourself?"

He replied with a smile: "Lingzheng is neither wronged nor ashamed."

Xie Lingzheng woke up from his dream, the night was undoubtedly the same as it was five years ago, the soft moonlight was clear and clear.

He felt a little cold, leaned up and looked out the window.

It was snowing outside.

Every year, the first snow in Yingtai Mountain in winter is the birthday of Xianjun Xiao Wuyin. Even if he loses his fairy power and no longer has hearing and eyesight, the sound of feasting will still reverberate in the valley and linger in his ears. Xie Lingzheng can imagine Not far away, there is a gathering of immortals and guests on the top of the floating clouds.

When the banquet was held, the bronze bell on the top of the floating clouds rang three times. The first sound was to respect the heaven and earth, the second sound was to ask the heavenly god, and the third sound was to celebrate birthdays.On this day, the sound of the copper bell is loud and clear. Once it rings, the mountains will echo and the whole heaven can hear it. If the demons commit crimes, they will beep five times.

Xie Lingzheng closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, then looked up out of the window, Bixiao was circling in the sky, looked down, the snowy bamboo forest was covered with thin snow, from a distance, there was a vast expanse of whiteness, bottomless.

Xie Lingzheng pursed his lips, and suddenly jumped out of the window of the bamboo house. With his intact left hand, he clung to the body of the mother and child bamboo, hanging the whole body with some difficulty.

He didn't perform the magic technique, and Bi Xiao didn't notice it, but this sick body became heavier and heavier, his left hand was pressed on the bamboo joint, blood was seen after a while.

Xie Lingzheng gritted his teeth, clamped the bamboo body between his knees, and made himself slide down little by little. He didn't dare to look down, fearing that the vast snowy sea would swallow him in.

The wound on his left foot and ankle cracked again after all the painstaking efforts. He smelled the smell of blood permeating the air, and secretly screamed that it was not good. The shape is unstable.

He thought to himself: I can't fall to my death here.

Thinking like this, his speed of movement did not slow down, and he let the bloodstains stain his white robe, he moved down more than a hundred meters abruptly, and then suddenly heard a cry of cranes in his ears, and saw Bi Xiao swooping down from a high altitude. Down, attack yourself.

"Abi." He panted and called, "Are you going to inconvenience me too?"

Bi Xiao hovered around him several times and let out a long cry.

Xie Lingzheng tried his best to smile and said, "I won't go back, don't try to persuade me."

Bi Xiao yelled again, and hit his left wrist with Zhu Ding, trying to make him fall, so that he could carry him back to the bamboo house.

Xie Lingzheng blocked it with his right hand, and with just one blow, the injury on his right wrist was split open.

He clung to the bamboo body firmly and didn't move at all, but Bi Xiao was in a hurry and turned around him, but instead he gently persuaded: "Don't worry, I'm the one who went crazy, and the fairy king won't blame you."

Bi Xiao let out a soft cry.

Xie Lingzheng stopped paying attention to it, and climbed down little by little, and climbed more than a hundred meters. The skin on his body was worn out everywhere, but he was panting so badly that he couldn't tell whether he was tired or in pain.There was still some heat on his forehead, and blackness would flash across his mind from time to time. He found that he had thought about Xiao Wuyin less often in the past two days, but began to recall some other things, such as being in Luohua Xiaozhu and his stature when he was young. The wooden spirit on his knees compares swords, like traveling the world, punishing rape and eradicating evil, the spirits he drank freely, the friends he made, or like the bet he made with Liu Yaoyao when he got drunk while chatting. about.

However, even if he doesn't think about it, there is always Xiao Wuyin's shadow behind these things - he never wants to leave Xiao Wuyin's sight when practicing swords, and he never leaves others' hands when he is injured and takes medicine.No matter what rare treasures, as long as he opened his mouth, Xiao Wuyin would not hesitate to mobilize the fairy order to make his wish come true. This gave him an illusion: as if as long as he opened his mouth, the heart that was covered in dust and ice would be captured by him. Therefore, he had so naively and persistently thought that he was the only mortal who walked into the heart of Immortal Yingtai, and since then he has suffered a catastrophe that cannot be restored.

He sometimes thinks, if 20 years ago, Xiejia Village hadn't been robbed by bandits, and he hadn't been desperate to hide under the wings of the crane that occasionally passed through the mortal world, at this moment, he might already be a swordsman, hero, or a romantic. A scholar, maybe he already has a family, or maybe he hasn't been in love yet, no matter what, he will never stumble into a ruthless world that has rejected him until now. He can still live happily, die happily, and hate to be free. Love fiercely.

Thinking of this, he blinked his eyes with difficulty, and a drop of tears and sweat fell from his drooping long eyelashes.

He suddenly and unsurprisingly lost his strength.

As soon as the hand holding the bamboo pole was loosened, he fell straight down and fell into the snow. Fortunately, the snow-covered lawn was soft and the distance was not far away. He only scratched his skin and his bones ached, but he did not lose his life.

Bi Xiao flew down anxiously, gently hugged him, trying to wake him up, but Xie Lingzheng just raised his lips wearily, without opening his eyes, raised his hand to caress the top of its head, and begged softly: "Abi , I'm going to Fuyunding, but I can't move. I beg you, carry me over there, okay?"

Bi Xiao was spiritual, and seemed to hesitate for a moment, then called out softly, and rubbed his beak against his cheek.

"Good Abi, you are the only one in the world who still pities me." Xie Lingzheng whispered, using Bi Xiao's strength, slowly moved the heavy body onto the crane's back, hugging its neck.

Bixiao waited for him to sit still, then let out a long cry, soared into the air, flapped his wings and moved to the top of the floating clouds, and at the same time propped up his feathers to shield Xie Lingzheng from the cold wind.

Xie Lingzheng was grateful in his heart, but he also secretly apologized: This bird takes pity on me, but I want to make Yingtai Mountain lose face again.

As the distance approached, the sound of the banquet gradually sounded, Xie Lingzheng felt a little dazed, as if he was in the Yaotai banquet five years ago, but at that moment he was having a good dream, and at this moment he woke up from the dream, thinking about what he was about to do It was the exact opposite of what happened back then.

He brushed Bi Xiao's feathers, Bi Xiao let out a loud cry, the banquet was suddenly silent for a moment, all the guests in the hall looked up to see Bi Xiao, only knowing that the Immortal of Yingtai was present in person, they couldn't help showing joy, they stood up and bowed down one after another.

Xie Lingzheng just pretended not to see him, he went towards Bixiao and flew towards the bronze bell of Fuyuntai, when he reached the top of the bell, he propped up his remnant body and hit the bell hammer, the bronze bell suddenly roared, resounding through the valley.

Xian Bin was suspicious, got up and asked, "Didn't the congratulatory bell be rung just now?"

Xie Lingzheng bumped twice more in a row, and when the fourth bump was made, the number of congratulations was already exceeded, the guests felt something was wrong and rushed to the bell tower one after another.

Cheng Lingqi saw him with sharp eyes and shouted: "Xie Lingzheng! Why don't you reflect on the Tongtian Bamboo carefully, what are you doing here? You have to mess up every birthday banquet of Master to be satisfied?"

All the immortals were in an uproar, Xie Lingzheng ignored it, and rang the bell for the fifth time, then stood in front of the bell, and said in a loud voice: "All the immortals look like—"

"Eldest senior brother!" The Yingtaimen who rushed to the front of the hall wanted to interrupt him, but he swung them back with a flick of their sleeves.

"The faces of the immortals." Xie Lingzheng was unaware of the thorn-like gaze, and after a moment of pondering, he said loudly, "Xie Lingzheng, the boy, kill the ghost Chen Xiuxiang first, and the traitor Xiao Wuyin will follow. It is true that I am personally in the mud. Today I hit the sky copper five times, and I am willing to admit my guilt—Ghost Zunbo Hugong and I are brothers, and the ghost prostitute Liu Yaoyao is my confidante. It will be a disaster for the world! All the saints in the hall take it as their duty to eradicate evil and help the immortals to be righteous, but who is willing to take me to see the Law Enforcer?"

All the immortals in the hall were shocked, and no one answered for a while.

Xie Lingzheng said again: "Who is willing to take me to see Law Enforcer?"

The crowd was a little chaotic, but still no one answered.

Xie Lingzheng violently overturned the altar, and stood up on the vermilion fence jade sill, his sick face was miserable, but his eyes were like a torch, and his brows were full of vigor, looking down at the immortals, he vaguely regained the expression of the peach blossom swordsman in the past, he asked loudly:

"Who would take me to see Law Enforcer!"