The whole world thought I was dead!

Ren Changkong frowned slightly, and tried to recall why he came to this Dayi Dynasty. He still vaguely remembered that after a chance experience, he accidentally saw this dynasty appearing gloomy and decadent, but there was a golden revival inside. A small ball of gold was struggling in the incomparably dark color, unable to break free all the time, looking inexplicably pitiful, so I wanted to help it.

"Master, have you ever been to this place in the illusion?" Hua Huaijun lay on the table, with his head slightly raised, and his black hair draped softly behind his back, looking extremely cute.

Ren Changkong nodded, and briefly talked about his experiences. The general idea was that with his help, a down-and-out prince gradually regained his power, and finally ascended to the Ninth Five-Year Supreme.

It was simple to say a few words, but he felt that he had stayed in this mortal dynasty for many years.

Ren Changkong recalled what happened, and a gloomy and indifferent young man grew up into a calm and domineering emperor spontaneously in his mind.I just don’t understand how the truth that the Lord God said has anything to do with this dynasty?Things have passed for so long, this dynasty may have been annihilated in the long river of time.

Ren Changkong looked at the ship inviting immortals out of the window, his thoughts were in a trance.

Hua Huaijun also looked out, but he lost the admiration he had in the past, and even looked at the big vermilion boat.

"Let's go to Ling'an, which is the royal city of the Dayi Dynasty. This illusion is the Dayi city thousands of years ago. Junjun, don't act rashly for the time being. Here are all mortals." Ren Changkong thought for a while and said.

Hua Huaijun nodded, the ghost mask suffered a little damage during the descent, and there were many dents and peeling paint, which looked hideous and weird.

The two bought a light boat and went down the river, heading south towards Ling'an. Along the way, Ren Changkong saw the increasingly extravagant and corrupt lives of the nobles, the family of the Zanding family was still indulgent and singing, and the common people were poor and destitute. It's even more unbearable to watch, but Ren Changkong can't do anything, these are all things that happened in the past, this place is just a phantom projection, he can't change it.

It wasn't until Ren Changkong saw Ling An's side that he realized that Hua Huaijun had been silent a lot along the way, and he hardly heard him speak.

"What's wrong?" Ren Changkong asked as he walked on the official road.Hua Huaijun took Master's hand and shook his head, "It's nothing."

Ren Changkong thought that Hua Huaijun would not answer, and after walking for a while, he heard a whisper in his ear: "Master, I am your only disciple, am I?"

"Of course." Ren Changkong replied.

Hua Huaijun has been asking this question since he was a child, but it has become less common when he grows up. Hearing it now, Ren Changkong also has a feeling of nostalgia.

After thinking about it, he couldn't help but burst out laughing. Could this stupid apprentice be eating the old vinegar of thousands of years ago?

"Don't think about it too much. At that time, I just saw that the young emperor was in a difficult situation and couldn't escape, so I helped him."

Hua Huaijun looked at the majestic palace that was getting closer and closer, feeling sour in his heart.

"Then Master, will your former self also appear in this illusion?"

Ren Changkong nodded, "If there are no accidents, it should be." This illusion is equivalent to simulating the Dayi Dynasty thousands of years ago, and he must have traces, but when he thinks of meeting his former self, Ren Changkong has a subtle feeling Feel.

Hua Huaijun couldn't help being happy, he hadn't seen his former master for a long time.

The two of them changed their shapes and faces before they walked to Ling'an, and found a random inn to stay, while Ren Changkong quietly waited for the old him to appear.

Hua Huaijun turned into an ordinary young man and waited with Ren Changkong.

After a few days like this, when Ren Changkong was reading a book, there was a familiar wave of spiritual power coming from below, he raised his head and looked towards the street.

A man in white clothes came slowly from the end of the street holding a sword. His face was cold and grim, his eyes were dark, and he walked without wind, with his own strength of character. Because of his extremely high stature, he stood out from the crowd However, the people around seem to be blind, as if this person does not exist.

Ren Changkong understood that it was the reason he cast the spell, but seeing his previous cold and paralyzed face, he still slightly twisted.

"Master is so beautiful." Ren Changkong looked at Mr. Hua Huai, who kept praising softly beside him, and said with a hand on his forehead, "I see."

Hua Huaijun turned his head and pecked Master's cheek lightly, his eyes were full of love and obsession, "Master is the most beautiful."

Ren Changkong turned his head away from looking at him, but his ears felt a little hot.

Ren Changkong didn't return to the room until he saw the man in white turned into a streamer and disappeared into the palace.

Hua Huaijun looked at the former master who had disappeared, and looked away with nostalgia.

Ren Changkong gave him a funny look, recalled it, and said softly: "Don't look any further, I didn't do anything when I entered the palace, it was just trivial matters."

Hua Huaijun lowered his head to cover the flashing dark light, and then nodded docilely with his eyebrows curved.

When I was in the fantasy realm, I glanced at Mortal World and passed slowly.After nightfall, Ren Changkong took Hua Huaijun to the street for a walk, and he came back after dark.

After the people from the two islands separated, they went back to their houses to rest.

Hua Huaijun quietly walked into the house, and gently put down the things in his arms. There are brightly colored clowns, and there is a special place to eat, and there is also a small lantern in the shape of a palace lantern, which is piled up on the small table. Hua Huaijun looked at these little things, sat beside him, twirled a small doll with a narrow upper part and a round lower part with his fingertips, and laughed when he saw the naive dolls swaying back and forth, his master Zun still treats him like a child.

After playing for a while, he got up and looked at the brightly lit palace outside the window, his figure suddenly turned into a black shadow and disappeared.

He still wanted to see what the master said about the emperor who was a young man who had no ambitions.

Hua Huaijun covered his figure and breath and wandered in the darkness, and found his master after a while. His master silently looked at a shivering boy who was freezing in the dilapidated palace, and he followed behind him. , watching his master cast a warming spell for the young man, observing the young emperor calmly.

The immature young man looked ahead in surprise, then touched his body in disbelief, he looked outside, only the cold wind whistling past and the shadows of black branches, he still couldn't hold back and asked, "Who is it? "The voice was still trembling, and a trace of fear and puzzlement flashed in the black eyes, but the face was still gloomy, and on the contrary, the tone seemed to be questioning.

The thin boy asked several times and got no answer, so he stopped talking and got up and went to bed. It's just that the cultivator is so sensitive, both the former master and Mr. Hua Huai saw the boy's pretending to sleep. , The young man's fingertips tightly clasped a small dagger, ready to go.The master took a step forward, and with a flick of his sleeves, the young man fell into a drowsy sleep.

Hua Huaijun looked at the master staring at the boy beside the bed, and the sourness in his heart gurgled, even though he knew that this happened before, he still felt uncomfortable, as if the master's tenderness was stolen in half.

When he was gnashing his teeth sourly alone, in the silent space, he suddenly remembered the voice of the master, as cold as Hanquan but with a slight smile: "This child is quite similar to Jun Jun when he was young."

Hua Huaijun was taken aback, does it look like it?

His eyes turned to the young man lying on the bed, and he remembered how he was coquettishly pestering Master when he was young, so he couldn't help but lower his head, stupid Master, how does he look like that?When he was a child, he could not leave his master every day.

Hua Huaijun thought about it carefully, could it be the time when he first arrived at Huaijun Peak?I was really terrified at that time. After all, he had never seen an immortal before, and he didn't know what cultivating an immortal was, so he followed the master away with a feverish head. Could it be that he was similar to this scheming and guarded young man at that time? ?

Hua Huaijun was a little uncertain again, but after thinking about it, Master could think of himself in a strange boy, and couldn't help but feel happy again.

After watching the master for a while, he closed his eyes and rested his mind. Mr. Huahuai walked in quietly, looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar master, held his breath, and kissed the master's cheek very quickly, and then Withdrew quickly, even though he knew it was just an illusion, but facing the cold face of the former master, he was still too nervous.

When he got up the next day, Ren Changkong looked at Hua Huaijun who was in an inexplicably high mood, and couldn't help but ask, "Junjun, did you sleep well last night?"

Hua Huaijun nodded with crooked eyebrows.

He kissed his former master last night, and the excitement spread until this morning.

Ren Changkong...

Sleep well and be so happy?

In the next few days, Hua Huaijun ran to the palace as soon as night fell, secretly following behind the master, watching what he did and what he said today.

As time passed day by day, his mood became worse. There was no other reason. That young man often stared at his master closely when the master was not paying attention, even when the master found doubts and asked him occasionally. , the young man would reply softly: "The fairy is too charming, I was stunned by accident." With flushed white and tender cheeks, the innocent posture must be displayed.

Hua Huaijun looked at the young man who was obviously posturing, and felt disgusted and irritable.

After his master revealed his figure a few days ago for the convenience of teaching, this young man changed from his usual gloomy and withdrawn attitude. After hearing his master's intentions, he immediately turned into a pitiful little white rabbit. Consciously or unintentionally showing how pitiful he is in front of the master, bullied by the palace, ignored by his father, bullied by his brothers... the whole thing is just a little white flower that was torn by the storm and wind.

Master Biansheng didn't care about this, and his words were a little gentler, even though his face was still as cold as frost, Hua Huaijun lowered his face and looked at the young man next to Master suspiciously.

Ren Changkong looked at Hua Huaijun, who was in a bad mood recently, and asked doubtfully, "Have you not slept well?"

Hua Huaijun nodded, his brows and eyes drooping, looking very depressed.

Ren Changkong...

Could it be that Junjun's mood is still linked to sleep, why hasn't he noticed it before?

The author has something to say: First, I would like to say sorry to the little angels who are waiting for the update...Maybe there has been a lot of trouble in the third dimension recently, and I feel that my mentality has also gone wrong. I worked hard to correct it, QAQ, I love you guys in the end~(>^ω^<)