The world's first fairy gate

The morning light shines on the top of the old small building, illuminating a bit of blue-gray.

The small building still leans against the peak, standing quietly.

The young man who never knew how to write the word prudent broke into the attic, and shouted: "Brother, are you up yet? There is a visitor."

Xie Qiuhan woke up from a heavy old dream, his ears numb from his noise.

He still couldn't recover from the catastrophe, and for many days in a dream, he repeated those scenes over and over again, saw Lie Yan (raging flames) tightly wrapping and devouring his sweetheart, and heard him say: "There is something in my heart." You, and then revived.

The big dream is born three times, it seems that everyone is born old for a certain period of time.

"Brother, are you still awake?" Xiuyu carefully picked the door frame and looked in through the crack.

Well, not even a little room for aftertaste and feeling.

Xie Qiuhan frowned, waved, and the door opened, "Come in, who's here?"

Xiuyu trotted in, not in a hurry to answer him, but ran over to his bed, tiptoed and stretched her neck to look inside——

There's a Sleeping Beauty in there.

His Xianzuo family has never been so quiet and amiable, this person just lay there quietly, even his hair was meticulously arranged, half of the bed was made.

His eyes were closed, his muscles were like porcelain jade, and his chest rose and fell slightly, proving that he was still alive.

Xiuyu muttered in a low voice: "Why is Xianzuo still awake? How many days has it been?"

Xie Qiuhan didn't change his face, "I'll be back, don't worry."

He got up, put on his coat, and saw the big tree with lush branches and leaves outside the window. The cicada had rested all night and hadn't opened its voice, but the bird was jumping and chirping, and was already singing.

It's already midsummer in a blink of an eye.

He was not as convinced as he seemed, he was tense, anxious, and worried in countless moments when no one was around, and sometimes he couldn't see anyone or talk for many days, just stayed in this room, looking at the bruises that remained on Yunfang's body. That trace of living breath to sustain it.

What Jiuding is actually a formation with the world as its cauldron, and the one in Zhongzhou is the eye of the formation.

Fuxi set up such a chess game, refining his own bones, in order to condense back the Pangu essence that was scattered everywhere and no longer formed, and then call out the way of heaven.

From the moment Yunfang opened his eyes, the Dao of Heaven came alive. He walked around, enjoying his grievances and enemies, and was finally pushed to the end by fate, going where he should go.

He is heaven.

But he is not the complete way of heaven.

Karma and reincarnation, good and evil are rewarded, endless life, if there is no reincarnation, but there is order, it is actually just an empty shell, and it will fall apart in a short time.

The remaining half of the father's spirit is in Chi You's hands.

This half was obtained by Xie Qiuhan by accident. After entering Zixiao Mountain, he went through all kinds of things, and followed Yunfang like a follower. This is also fate.

They need to go to the end together, and then it will be considered a good beginning and a good end.

Every time Xie Qiuhan thought of this place, he would feel flustered, because according to this, Yunfang should have disappeared between the heaven and the earth following the birth of order, and he was everywhere, and he was nowhere, even if there was a living person left behind. The body will no longer have a soul.

However, Yun Fang said that he would come back.

He also said that he has him in his heart.

Does this friendship, this concern, also belong to the way of heaven?

What's more, all the things that Yunfang has experienced in his life-his youthful pleasure, his deep hatred, his lightness of lifting weights, these are all his own, and they are all things carried by the word Yunfang, not the way of heaven, not the way of heaven. Fuxi Divine Bone.

This thing can't just disappear.

He said he would come back, so Xie Qiuhan believed him.

He said so many falsehoods, true and false, and funny, Xie Qiuhan believed them all, so how could he not believe such a serious and solemn promise.

he will be back.

Xie Qiuhan closed the window, turned around and said, "Who is visiting?"

While looking at the fairy seat, Xiuyu said, "It's General Bao, waiting for you in the main hall."

Xie Qiuhan nodded, went out, and threw a few distractions to guard Yunfang's side.

After getting off the attic and just walking up the plank road, Xie Qiuhan paused, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the four characters "Jiangshan Immortal" still shining in the sun.

He pressed the center of his eyebrows, turned around and told Xiuyu: "Xiuyu, I'll go by myself, you go to talk to you about senior brother, and together we go to remove the plaque of the Immortal Pavilion."

Xiuyu: "Huh?"

"Go," Xie Qiuhan didn't say much, and walked away without stopping.

Xiuyu was suddenly appointed by the elder brother and officially allowed to go to the house to uncover the tiles. She was really overwhelmed. She stared blankly at the plaque and scratched her head.

Xie Qiuhan had already entered the hall.

General Bao had already shed his armor and only wore a coarse cloth. He looked like a sturdy man from an ordinary farmer's family.

"General Bao, long time no see."

"Little boy."

Bao Cheng got up and wanted to salute, but was stopped by Xie Qiuhan, "There is no need to be too polite."

The title Bao Cheng blurted out just now was the one he called Xie Qiuhan when he first met Xie Qiuhan a long time ago. At that time, he only thought the young man was tender and funny, and wanted to amuse him, but he didn't know that there were all kinds of involvement later.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xie Qiuhan first asked, "General Bao?"

"You're taking the liberty," Bao Cheng smiled wryly, "I... heard from Prime Minister Nie yesterday that reincarnation has been reopened, and the underworld has been built. I... want to ask you, what happened to my brothers?"

When he spoke, he couldn't help rubbing the corner of his clothes with his index finger, with rare care.

Xie Qiuhan paused, and said solemnly, "The 28 soldiers of the Liewu Camp are all heroic martyrs. Peace and joy."

When Bao Cheng heard this, he was stunned for a long time.

With tears in his eyes, he said for a while, "Okay, okay."

Xie Qiuhan said again: "The general will serve the country and the people all his life, and he will be loyal and loyal, and the history books will correct his name."

Bao Cheng nodded, but was speechless.

Xie Qiuhan brushed the dust off his shoulders for him, and smiled: "General, let's go."

Bao Cheng muttered a good word in his mouth, turned around and left in a daze.

The sky is high and the earth is wide, he finally unloaded all the burdens on his shoulders and walked towards the light.

Xie Qiuhan also sat in the hall for a while.

He casually flipped through the documents on the table, but there was nothing interesting, so he got up and went back to the cabinet.

At this time, Bao Cheng suddenly rushed in hurriedly.

Xie Qiuhan was shocked when he saw him go and come back, thinking that something happened.

But Bao Cheng just held on to the door frame, panting heavily, and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I just forgot something."

Xie Qiuhan: "..."

Bao Cheng calmed down, and said: "You are right, sow good causes and reap good fruits. Xianzuo will definitely wake up soon, and you will all have good rewards."

Xie Qiuhan was taken aback.

Then he laughed to himself.

If the new way is really spiritual, sowing good causes and reaping good fruits, then he hopes that General Bao's auspicious words will really get some good rewards.

But he doesn't need it himself, he wants his share of the Celestial Throne, which is also given to him, so that he won't have to suffer for the rest of his life.

It's another half moon.

Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and the transition between the old and the new is invisible. The people only feel that the weather has been good recently, and there has been no disaster this year. Experienced old people danced and danced in the fields, and said: Alive!Alive!

It was chaos in the fairy gate, but Xie Qiuhan took care of them all shortly after the sacrifice. Now he has slowly accepted the new Taoism, adjusted his mentality resignedly to his fate, and slowly adapted to it, and found that the days did not seem to be changing. What a difference.

For them, change is very slow, not in the past few decades, nor in this generation, in the slow change, no one has the strength to oppose it.

One day, after Xie Qiuhan had finished dealing with a bunch of trivial matters, he suddenly remembered that there had been no plaque in the pavilion for many days, it was bare and not very attractive.

So he went into the study, picked up a pen and wanted to mention something.

As a result, I took a pen for a long time and couldn't think of anything.

Many words and phrases ran through his mind, but none seemed to be right.

He looked back at Xianzuo, who was already sleeping, and knew in his heart, because he hadn't settled down yet.

Even though He Qinghaiyan is now, everyone lives and works in peace and contentment, and has his own place, but he is still ups and downs, and he has not yet found the person he can trust and rely on.

He hasn't settled down yet, so how can this pen be settled down?

Xie Qiuhan shook his head and smiled wryly.

He put down his pen and went to open the small cabinet next to him.

There are Yunfang's calligraphy and paintings in the cabinet, and the small lock is polished brightly. Xie Qiuhan often opens it, and when he takes it out to look at it, he can often look at it for a long time.

He opened the cabinet, but frowned, and found something was wrong.

There is an extra volume of paintings in the cabinet.

Xie Qiuhan frowned and took out the painting scroll, turned his head and asked Xiuyu who was serving his pen and ink: "Xiuyu, did you move the calligraphy and painting box?"

Xiuyu hurried over to take a look, "That's right, this is newly put in, it's your picture of an immortal holding a piano."

Xie Qiuhan felt even more wrong, "What?"

His finger clicked on one end of the remaining picture scroll, and he pushed out another picture very accurately.

Xiuyu said: "My painting was sent by City Lord Fang in the morning, saying that Xianzuo didn't bring it back from Lingnan at that time—" He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the two paintings on the table, "Why? , How could it be exactly the same?"

Xie Qiuhan put the painting that Xiuyu was talking about and the one he had found on the table and spread it out.

It turned out to be exactly the same, they are all pictures of immortals playing the piano.

It's just that one is new in color and the other is old in color, and the old one has a few strokes added by Yunfang himself.

Both Xie Qiuhan and Xiuyu were stunned.

Xie Qiuhan stared at the two paintings, and Xiuyu asked suspiciously, but he couldn't listen anymore.

There was a tremor in his chest, a buzzing in his head, and tears almost glistened in his eyes.

He couldn't believe it, a thought flashed through his mind, and he almost wept with joy.

At this time, there was a soft rustling sound from behind, and the sound of cloth rubbing was clearly audible.

Xie Qiuhan turned his head sharply.

The person he was thinking of was sitting up with his forehead supported, looking a little overwhelmed.

Seeing Xie Qiuhan look over, Yunfang was startled for a moment, although he still couldn't tell the situation clearly, he was in a fog, but he still smiled and said, "Why are you going to cry again? Is your move sure to kill me?"

Xie Qiuhan was completely speechless, and couldn't stop crying.

Yun Fang stood up, walked over slowly, and glanced at the painting.

He laughed.

He rolled up the new painting and handed it to Xie Qiuhan.

——An innate mission is entrusted to heaven and earth, and the rest of the flesh and blood are all contained in the painting when the story is not full, and are left to this person.