Swire First Immortal

Chapter 285 Who Drinks a Pot of Wine on Immortal Road?

"This?"

Lan Xing laughed, "This is the soul orb calcined from the soul of Emperor Shenxiao Sword. Most of the three souls and seven souls have been removed, leaving only his pure memory of cultivation. It contains his understanding of this Yushen Sword, as well as the three souls. Qianshenxiao Sword Dao, the long sky, cracked sky, and wrong sky that you secretly learned are only three out of three thousand, and he still has many connections."

"Fuck, is he dead?" Yun Xiao asked dully.

"It's so dead that there are only useful scum left." Lan Xing said.

"Poor baby." Yun Xiao pinched the white jade soul bead and asked: "Then can I directly comprehend his three thousand gods sword?"

"Let's leave it to the master of Yushenjian. This soul orb needs to recognize its master. Only the master can explore its practice memory." Who is it for?"

"The big white lantern hangs high!" Chi Yue spread her claws and tried her best to describe it.

"Since it's rubbish, it should have been eliminated for idiots, isn't there a problem?" Yun Xiao said, putting away the nine-color sword and the white jade soul bead.

"There's nothing wrong with it." Lan Xing was stunned, "You're going all the way to the sky, you really should put a trash can in the mortal world and pile up some obsolete things..."

"You are the trash can." Yun Xiao was annoyed.

His wish was actually very simple.

After seeing the fear of death in the dead bones, he knows that birth, old age, sickness and death are the fate of life, and the more ordinary the world, the harder it is to avoid.

There are only two people he can't forget the most now!
One has become a stone in his hand, and she still has the ancestor god himself above the sky... She is not here temporarily, but at least she will last forever.

As for the other, she is the same as her former self, a mortal at the lowest level.

Disease, longevity, and old age are all her inevitable fate.

Ke Yunxiao was afraid of all this coming.

Therefore, he did all this for a promise, and also to keep her, to keep the heart that once beat together, to keep the throbbing feeling when he first entered the fairy road, and to keep the fragrance of hair that he smelt when he held the sword together that night...

Zhouguang Pagoda, Yushen Sword!

All of this is just the purest respect and love for the senior sister who led the way from the little brother who had just entered the fairy road.

To the women in the world, Yun Xiao has no identity or talent in his heart and eyes, only sincerity and purity.

In life, the first meeting will never be forgotten.

A jug of wine on Xianlu, who will drink it together?

For Yu Yunxiao, in this violent fairy road, in the midst of intrigues and intrigues, it is the tenderness of the soul to enter the harbor, to be able to return to the starting point of the dream, and toast to the warm and free-spirited person to invite the bright moon. It is even more comfortable to steal a half-day leisure in Fusheng.

In a blink of an eye, the green soul is all in sight.

The smoke and dust of the fairy road are only green.

Even though the sword market is majestic and the peaks reach into the sky, Yunxiao's holy place of swordsmanship is only Qinghun Mountain, Haoran Palace, Xiaoyunju, Shizhuoyuchi Osmanthus tree...

And she will always be there!

Yun Xiao was dressed in white clothes and floated down in the courtyard like a cloud.

But for more than ten days, the flowers and plants in the courtyard became more and more beautiful, the fish in the pond were plump, and the stone table was spotless...

In this picture, no one is everywhere, and there are people everywhere.

The young man walked through the flowers, passed by the fish pond, stood under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, stared at the white jade lantern on the tree, and suddenly forgot about the dangers and struggles of the fairy road, forgetting the worries in his heart, and it was peaceful.

"Junior Brother Yun."

A faint call sounded after itself.

Yun Xiao shuddered all over, turned around slowly, and where his eyes were fixed, a woman in a black skirt was leaning against the door.

Her eyes were reddish, her eye sockets were moist, and her fingertips holding the door frame trembled slightly.

"Sister."

Yun Xiao stood in the wind and smiled slightly, "It's like three autumns if we don't see each other for a day."

"so what?"

"I've missed you for over 30 years."

……

That night.

The sky is full of stars.

Yun Xiao was sitting on the edge of the cliff, and she was on Yun Xiao.

Behind the jade back is the abyss.

She hugged Yun Xiao's head, causing the boy to lose his way in this white fairy road.

If the two emotions go deep, they cannot extricate themselves.

The starlight is like a dream, sprinkled on the mortal dust, and spread the earth into a sea of ​​colorful light, and this couple is the only white in this night.

Several jugs of Jiuquan wine were poured around, and the fine nectar and jade liquid dripped with rhythm.

Sometimes tactful, sometimes high-pitched.

If you have wine and a confidant, what can you ask for?

A thousand cups of wine are few when you meet a bosom friend, not to mention those who drink together are loved.

Overnight, Yun Xiao took advantage of the alcohol to recount the encounters of the past ten days.

He didn't hide anything from Senior Sister Zhao, including Immortal Good Fortune and Immortal Hunyuan, including his bond with Chen Xi, all bloomed in this dark night amidst the aroma of wine.

And she listened quietly, never speaking.

Where Yun Xiao was puzzled and puzzled, she handed over the jug, her face slightly drunk, her eyes deeply affectionate, her hazy and free-spirited cuteness melted Yun Xiao's cold heart.

With another jug ​​of wine in his throat, the smoke and dust in his heart dissipated.

Yun Xiao didn't flinch from his thoughts about the future, he was just a mortal who died unjustly, he was so lucky out of thin air, and inherited a road of recasting immortality, it was inevitable that there would be turmoil in his heart.

But today, there is no relatives in the world, and all these wonderful things are hidden in the heart. Who can you tell the lonely one?
Blue star and Chiyue, they couldn't understand Yun Xiao's state of mind.

As for Chen Xi, she is part of Hunyuan Immortal Venerable...

In this infinite world, there is only one Senior Sister Zhao, who is like his only relative who truly understands him and pities him.

No matter how fearless a man is, he has no relatives, and occasionally he needs a good man to confide his heart and show his youthful sincerity.

Otherwise, even if it is more efficient to be a cold immortal butcher forever, I am afraid that there will be inner demons, leaving only a mouthful of anger and no youthful heart.

Only in front of her, he doesn't need to pretend, he can act like a child.

No matter how hard she tries, she can forgive him and accept his childishness...

"Sister."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just wanted to call you."

"Fool." Zhao Xuanran hugged his neck deeply, "Call it."

"Senior sister, senior sister, senior sister..."

"Here." She leaned lightly on his shoulder, looking towards the Baili mountain forest of Qinghun, "Senior sister dare not go with you, but I will stay here forever, if you want to go home, I will Always will be."

"Family?"

Qinghun, Jiange, Xiaoyunju.

Is this his home?

On his first day of monasticism, he spent a fantastic night here.

"I have a home now." Yun Xiao's eyes turned red.

"Nonsense, how can a man have no home? Even if it is duckweed, there is also a place to return to." Zhao Xuanran taught.

After she finished speaking, she pressed Yun Xiao's back with her fingers, leaving a few finger marks.

"How long will you stay this time?" She asked in a low voice.

"Leave at dawn."

"Oh..." Her fingers loosened slightly.

"No matter where I go, I will open a way home." Yun Xiao held her jade finger and let her press it on his back again.

"it is good."

Zhao Xuanran hugged him deeply.

Very tight very tight.

It was so tight that she felt that she had melted into his body, turning into a ball of water, washing away the vicious thoughts, hostility and dust on his body.

After hysteria, she fell into a deep sleep.

There are many beautiful things in the dream, and there will be no more separation, and she will not be a burden, and she can even catch up with him, hand in hand with the clouds, and look down on the dust.

Only when you are awake will you understand that it is impossible.

Therefore, she chose to stay at the place where this dream started, to give him a warm home, to let his greedy, angry, ignorant and chaotic heart have a place to rest.

They need each other.

She needs a hero, and he needs a home.

This dream is long!
She always remembered that she had a heart beating like a beast close to her.

It wasn't until mid-sun that she woke up dimly in Xiaoyunju.

There is a white jade bead on the table, which is a gift from him to himself.

But she didn't look.

She chased her out, and the flowers and plants in the courtyard were fragrant, but she couldn't see the white dress.

"Every time I come and go without a trace, I run away when I'm done, this kid..."

She sat on the stone table and shook her head, somewhat dumbfounded.

"Ok?"

She suddenly carved a few words on the stone table.

"Garbage should be left to idiots."

She was startled.

"Rubbish?"

She remembered the unbelievable Zhouguang Pagoda.

At this time, she finally found that her body seemed to have changed...

"No way?"

She stretched out her jade hand.

hum!
A nine-color sword soul rose up.

(End of this chapter)