Dressed as a rival in the world of immortals

Apart from the dream about Song Yan, Xie Muxun would occasionally have a good night's sleep or have other messy dreams.

For example, he once dreamed that he was wearing tattered and leaky clothes, and there was a broken bowl with a corner dropped in front of him, judging from the height of his eyes that he was still lying on the ground.

Xie Muxun: "..."

Probably because I saw some beggars during the day, so I dreamed that I was also begging at night.

He had had quite a few fragmented dreams like this, but there was one dream that was very clear.

In the dream, he said to a simple-looking man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, wearing brocade robes: "Most ordinary people can't afford paper, ink, brushes and inkstones. I have a cheap and easy-to-use pen called a pencil."

Xie Muxun felt that this was something he thought about every day and dreamed at night.It's just that he dislikes that pencils tend to stain the paper, so selling pens in a dream may be more realistic.

Apart from these messy dreams, Xie Muxun's cultivation has also improved a lot.But no one took him to get started, and he didn't know how to use it, he only knew how to gather spiritual power in his hands and use it.

So the cultivation that ordinary people yearn for has only become a tool that makes him as powerful as a cow and extremely destructive.

As strong as a bull...

The corners of Xie Muxun's mouth twitched when he thought of this word, he really didn't expect that one day he would be associated with this word.

Xie Muxun actually didn't want to obtain the cultivation base of Immortal Mingshu, which made him feel that he was taking advantage of others.

But after struggling for a while, he figured it out again.

He and Immortal Mingshu exchanged souls, and Immortal Mingshu now possesses the property and power of his Xie family.Could it be that Immortal Mingshu donated his company and property, severed contacts with those accumulated over the years, and then started from scratch?

Impossible, so he and Immortal Mingshu just exchanged each other's advantages, and there is no saying who takes advantage of the other.

Although he doesn't plan to enter the world of cultivating immortals again, but with his cultivation base, at least among ordinary people, even if he encounters a few robbers, he will not be afraid.

Unexpectedly, a few days after he realized this, he actually encountered a group of robbers, but he was not the one who robbed him.

That day, Xie Muxun went to the neighboring city to investigate, and when he came back, he saw five masked robbers holding white knives and robbing a rich young master who looked very rich.

The rich young master and his two attendants were too frightened to move, and obediently handed over all their money.They thought that the robbers would let them go, but they didn't expect the robbers to kill them.

Xie Muxun heard their conversation from a distance, and his heart suddenly became entangled.He had never fought against anyone, he had only beaten wood and split iron plates with his bare hands.Although it is powerful, it is not so powerful that it is invulnerable.

If he was directly stabbed in the body by a knife, he might die in an instant.

But he has already met him, and he really can't pass his own test if he refuses to be rescued, and...Xie Muxun's black pupils rolled around, and he doesn't necessarily have to fight the robbers with real swords and guns.

Just when the robber pointed the knife at the rich young master, Xie Muxun came on stage with a loud shout.The robber was so frightened that he hurriedly turned around and pointed his knife at the source of the sound, but when he saw that he was the only one, the five of them immediately showed expressions of "You kid wants to die".

The robbers came towards him cursing, Xie Mu stood there calmly, stretched out his right hand calmly, gathered all the spiritual power in his palm, and slammed towards the mountain beside him, a diameter of about A deep hole the size of an adult man's arm loomed above it!

Not only the robbers, Xie Muxun was also frightened, he didn't expect his destructive power to be so strong now!

The robbers thought they had encountered a big shot cultivator, so they immediately put down the rich young master's belongings, knelt down and begged for mercy, and ran away like hell.

The rich young master whose legs were already limp fell to the ground, panting heavily, and after a long while, with the support of his servants, he tremblingly came over to thank him.

Xie Muxun took a look at this person, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a simple appearance, he was inexplicably similar to the person in the dream.

When a gust of wind blew, Xie Muxun subconsciously raised his sleeves to cover his mouth and nose. When the wind passed, he found that the rich young master stared blankly at him.

Xie Muxun: "..."

"This Taoist priest, Jiang Moxuan Wang Yu, have we met somewhere?" said the rich young master.

Jiang Moxuan's young master?

Jiang Moxuan is a century-old "stationery store" that sells various grades of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. It is from this store that pencils go to ordinary people's homes.

Xie Muxun has no impression of this person, but after all, both of them are in business, and they may have met inadvertently.

He explained it like this, and told the young master of the rich family that he practiced immortality in his early years, and now he has returned to the life of ordinary people. He hoped that the other party would not mention it to others.

The rich young master hurriedly nodded his promise, Xie Muxun looked up and down the young man, and suddenly noticed something.

Since this person runs a stationery store, and I have the grace to save his life, it is better to sell the idea of ​​the pen to the other party.

He brought the topic to this aspect, but did not directly bring up the concept of a pen. He just said that there is a pen that is as convenient as a pencil, but easy to store, and the writing is clearer and less prone to dirt.

I thought that the other party would either be happy to ask, or politely refuse, or express to go back and think about it, but the rich young master suddenly raised his arm and put it in front of him, blocking the lower half of Xie Muxun's face from his perspective.

"I know!" The rich young master slapped his forehead and suddenly realized, "It's so similar! It's exactly the same!"

Xie Muxun: "?"

It turned out that 300 years ago, the ancestors of the rich young master were robbed by robbers in a forest. A monk appeared suddenly like Xie Muxun, beat the robbers away, and sold the idea of ​​the pencil...informed him ancestors.Later, the ancestors of the rich young master asked a painter to draw a picture of the two standing side by side, which has been passed down to this day, and it is now hanging in Jiang Moxuan's shop.

Eyes like... 300 years ago...

Xie Muxun thumped in his heart, could that person be Immortal Mingshu?

Wait, Immortal Mingshu... came up with the concept of a pencil and sold it to the rich young master's ancestor?

The surprising information made Xie Muxun a little dazed for a while.

The fear of the rich young master's remaining life after the catastrophe has not completely dissipated, and today's incident is so similar to the story passed down by his elders. He was immersed in the aftermath of fear and magical feeling, and he did not notice Xie Muxun's unusual reaction. Instead, he excitedly invited Xie Muxun to his house for dinner, and solemnly thanked him for saving his life.

Gratitude is not the point, nor is the concept of selling pens.Xie Muxun swallowed his saliva, accepted the rich young master's invitation, and expressed his desire to take a look at the painting that has been handed down for 300 years.

In less than half an hour, a group of four returned to Jiang Moxuan in the neighboring city.

There is also a branch of Jiang Moxuan in Yuzhi Town, but it is far less grand than the main store here.Not only the decoration is exquisite, but also a kind of cultural atmosphere rushes towards us, even the guys in the store feel refined and refined.

The young master of the rich family told his father about his previous experiences, and the person in charge of Jiang Moxuan showed a frightened expression. His wife is not in good health, and they only have this precious son!But looking at Xie Muxun again, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

After the old man thanked Xie Muxun repeatedly, he not only hosted a banquet for Xie Muxun, but also gave him a lot of money to express his affection.

Xie Muxun declined one by one, and made a request to see the painting back then.The old man immediately agreed and took him to the painting.

Xie Muxun looked at the two people in the painting, one of them had a familiar face, which was his original appearance.He had expected this before, but Xianjun Mingshu's slightly raised chin made his eyes widen suddenly.

When he was in the original world, Xie Muxun's father had corrected his standing posture, and told him not to lift his chin all the time when taking pictures together, making him look too high-spirited.

And the standing posture of Immortal Mingshu in the painting is almost exactly the same as himself!

Of course, this is not certain, but it made Xie Muxun have an incredible guess in his heart.

When Xie Muxun returned to the shop in Yuzhi Town, the sunset had already dyed the sky red, and Li Shi was relieved to see his figure.In the morning, she asked her buddy to accompany Xie Muxun to the neighboring city, but Xie Muxun refused, but it would be good to see Xie Muxun come back safely.

After asking a few questions with concern, Mrs. Li continued to do her own work, while Xie Muxun returned to his position as shopkeeper, but his mind was no longer on the shop.

Why is Xianjun Mingshu's actions so similar to his own?Moreover, the concept of the pencil was actually sold by him to the rich young master's ancestors, and this behavior was exactly the same as his own...

Is it because they are the same person in a parallel world?

He remembered that Immortal Chengnan once said that he had lost his previous memory because of a severe injury, so is it possible that this memory was from when he was Immortal Mingshu?

In other words, because the heavy damage was given by this world, he only forgot the memory of this world, but still retained the memory before he passed through, so he mistakenly thought that he and Mingshu Xianjun were swapping in a narrow escape. soul?

Xie Muxun's heart beat wildly, and felt that this guess was too unbelievable!But when it comes to his current situation, he feels that he can't directly deny this guess, and of course he can't be sure.

Song Yan...

Song Yan's face suddenly appeared in his mind, and a feeling of hope and fear surged in his heart.

What should he do?

Do you want to go to Qingyinzong?

No, this matter cannot be confirmed yet, and he cannot act blindly.If everything is a coincidence, the situation will be out of control.

Besides, Song Yan has already practiced in seclusion, even if he finds him, he can't do anything, so he can't call Song Yan out, right?Moreover, the store is on the rise, and it is impossible to leave him for a long time.

Thinking of this, Xie Muxun gradually calmed down.

What he has to do now is to patiently wait for the changes in this body, and he will definitely be able to find clues from it.For example, in the dream, he had always paid attention to Song Yan. If he dreamed of the two again this time, he could focus on observing "self".

This is also the only way out. It would be great if someone who is familiar with Immortal Mingshu can help him.

Now Xie Muxun's skewer shop is getting more and more prosperous, which has driven many surrounding shops, and the opening hours have also begun to be delayed, and the shop was not closed until Sishi.

Xie Muxun was very tired, his body was weakened by lack of sleep for a long time, and he still had symptoms of a cold in the past two days.He planned to wash up quickly, and then lie on the bed and go through the existing information carefully.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he watched Li Changzhu's family and a few guys leave, he saw Chengnan Xianjun in a blue brocade robe standing in the backyard.

Xie Muxun felt as if he had passed away. It had been a year since the Shenyin Valley incident, and he had not seen Chengnan Xianjun again.

"Ah Xun, you've lost weight." Xianjun Chengnan looked at him from a distance, his tone was low, and his face was full of worry.

However, Xie Muxun looked at him, raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his lips curled up in a pleasant arc.

Immortal Chengnan: "..." Wait, what's going on?