After I became an immortal in Uchimaki, I went from being a loser to becoming a group favorite.

The night after paying homage to his master, Duo Mo left.

Also leaving without saying goodbye was Song Nan.

This caused Tang Ling to feel very unhappy when she woke up the next day.

Everyone likes to play this game, right?

This not-so-good mood ended abruptly when he passed by Wei Zhiming

Tang Ling made a backward movement and took several steps back until he could clearly see Wei Zhiming's new hairstyle.

"You... cut it yourself?" Tang Ling tried hard to suppress the twitching corners of his mouth.

"Last night, my uncle gave me a haircut." Wei Zhiming said the name of the "culprit" expressionlessly.

"Who?!" Tang Ling's voice trembled because he wanted to laugh, and he seemed to have already anticipated the answer.

"Nangong Xun."

Sure enough, Tang Ling closed his eyes and endured it for a moment.

"Doesn't it look good?" Wei Zhiming glanced at Tang Ling.

Tang Ling opened his eyes, and when he spoke again, his throat was shaking in an attempt to suppress his laughter, just like the whispering of a ghost at night.

"The eyes are exposed...it looks a lot cleaner."

But compared with the dog chewing bangs in the previous life, it is really worse.

That’s all, changing your hairstyle is like changing your head, it doesn’t hurt people’s self-confidence.

Thinking like this, Tang Ling looked at his uneven bangs and was about to say a few compliments when Yuan Yulang's laughter suddenly burst into his ears.

"My mother, who is this?"

Tang Ling endured it again and again, but couldn't hold it back anymore. She lowered her head and patted him on the shoulder with a smile.

"That's a good cut. Don't let him do it next time."

When Wei Zhiming followed the crowd onto the boat, Nangong Xun was leaning on the railing wearing a bamboo hat and looking in the direction of Zhenchao Pass.

He stayed here for a thousand years, waiting for Xiao Hei to send him.

Now, it is time to separate.

Wei Zhiming stood beside him and said abruptly, "Because I like it."

"What?" Nangong Xun was a little confused and turned to look at him.

"You asked me at that time, with so many people dying in Nangong Mansion, how could I guess that the spirit possessing me was you?" Wei Zhiming said, "You answered my last question at that time, and now I promise to answer it. your problem."

Nangong Xun looked at him seriously.

"Because my father has always liked you. Since I was a child, he has been talking about Uncle Six in my ears, telling me how powerful he is and how wanton he lives. Sometimes he even imitates your tone to me."

Wei Zhiming said, "So at that time, when I heard you talking in my body, I guessed it."

Nangong Xun closed his eyes. The sea breeze blew by, and the corners of his eyes seemed to sparkle.

He was silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "Can'er finally..."

"He is gone." Wei Zhiming interrupted him first, "But I will live well for him, and I will do what I like to do. Just like the name he gave me, I will continue to walk firmly with my Taoist heart. Make your own way."

"That's right." Nangong Xun said happily, "It's okay if this road is harder, and it's okay to be different from others. It's not because you are an alien, but because you are a unique existence in this world."

The two looked at each other, and Nangong Xun's eyes inadvertently caught a glimpse of his "masterpiece" last night.

Yuan Yulang happened to pass by, glanced at Wei Zhiming, and started laughing again.

With a "Puch" sound, Nangong Xun couldn't hold it back anymore.

Wei Zhiming's face quickly cooled down, he stopped calling "uncle" and spoke in a straight tone.

"roll."

Yuan Yulang had enough laughter and looked towards the shore impatiently.

"Tang Ling——!" He shouted, "Have you said enough? You are whining! The ship is about to leave!"

Tang Ling was still talking to Guo Rong on the shore.

She didn't expect that Guo Rong didn't leave, and even came to see her off.

Guo Rong gave Tang Ling a ring made of Mo Cui, "I made this with my own hands in the past three days. It can be used as a dagger for self-defense. I think it suits you very well."

Tang Ling hurriedly thanked him and took it, then put the ring on his index finger. His fingers looked white and slender against the dark jade.

"I didn't prepare anything for you." She looked at the ring, feeling both fond and embarrassed.

"As long as you like it, you don't need to give me a gift in return." Guo Rong saw her happy expression and was also very happy. "You saved my life underground in the city. Don't worry about a ring."

"We are all friends, as we should - I will give you a backup gift later!" Tang Ling no longer hesitated and accepted it generously.

"Um... Actually, I have always wanted to be friends with you since I was a child, but at that time, you were very indifferent to me." As a woman, Guo Rongsheng is tall and strong, but has an extremely delicate mind.

"We haven't seen you for many years, and I think you are much better than before. But that night in front of all the sects, I couldn't help. I just didn't dare to believe that... Wei Zhiming. Tang Ling, I believe in you, Will we...be friends in the future?"

Guo Rong looked at Tang Ling, her eyes full of expectation.

Tang Ling thought of Nangong Ling inexplicably.

The boy who has been blinded by obsession since childhood and ignored the warmth around him.

This shielding lasted for thousands of years, and until my death I was unable to express my true feelings to the person I truly loved and who loved me.

"That goes without saying!" Tang Ling tiptoed and patted Guo Rong's shoulder with a sincere tone, "We are good partners who fight side by side!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the low roar of the ship was heard in his ears, accompanied by Yuan Yulang's loud voice.

"Tang Ling——! Are you deaf——!"

Tang Ling said goodbye to Guo Rong and hurriedly took two steps to jump up, which attracted the attention of the surrounding mortals. Yuan Yulang was still nagging her on the boat.

"What's the point of talking too much with that manly woman!"

Tang Ling rolled her eyes at him, "Urgent! Urgent talisman!"

"I really know how to draw. Can I draw one for you?"

"Get out!" As the golden morning glow filled the sea, a huge ship sailing to Fengdu, carrying a number of mortal monks in different clothes and identities, slowly left the Zhenchao Pass Pier.

There were two people standing at the stern of the boat, the young man in purple and the girl in black.

The two of them were bathing in the humid sea breeze, and neither of them said a word, quietly looking towards the Zhenchao Pass that was getting further and further away.

Listening to the hustle and bustle on the shore fading away, the people on the shore became blurred black spots.

"It's rare to take a boat so early. The scenery on the front of the boat is very good. What are you two doing here!"

Yuan Yulang ran over and greeted, "Tang Ling, hurry up! And Nangong Xun, your...nephew and grandson are waiting there!"

The three of them walked towards the bow of the ship.

The boy in red ran at the front. His hair was blown by the sea breeze, but his face was full of high spirits, and his eyes reflected the vibrant morning sun.

Behind him were two figures, one black and one purple, walking through the shadow of the ship and walking towards the rising sun.

For a moment, it seemed to coincide with a certain moment thousands of years ago.

It's just that we were separate at that time, but now we are traveling together.

*

The imperial city, the cold palace.

"Princess! Your Highness! Second sister...Second sister, let me out!"

The five-year-old girl slapped the door desperately, holding back tears while doing so.

Outside the door, there are dense cobwebs and overgrown weeds, and there are ruins and ruins everywhere.

Several older boys and girls were laughing outside the door.

"Sister Qingcheng, don't you want to play hide and seek? Hide well, we will come to you later~"

"Yes, you must be hiding well - oh yes, and be careful not to be found first by the ghost of the ugly princess in the cold palace!"

"The aunt in the palace said that the ugly princess looked terrible when she was alive. In the end, she was burned alive. Her flesh and skin rolled up. She peeled off all over her body, leaving only flesh and blood. The same is true for her soul after death. You have seen it. Don't make a sound~you will be eaten!"

"I don't want to play in the cold palace! I won't play anymore! I won't play anymore, I won't play anymore!"

The girl's voice was obviously frightened, and she begged but received no response for a long time.

The sky has darkened, and the night drags its tired body over the imperial city.

It was quiet outside the door, all the children were gone.

The girl screamed with a hoarse voice. She was hungry and scared, and leaned against the door without any strength.

There was a cool breeze blowing behind her, like a cold hand reaching into her clothes.

The girl tightened her clothes and was suddenly startled by a rustling sound.

"Who is it! Who is there!"

As soon as she finished shouting, the girl tightly covered her mouth.

Can't make a sound. Can't make a sound. Can't make a sound.

She warned herself in her heart.

"The royal family of Shuiyue Kingdom are all man-eating devils, with dirty blood flowing in their bodies. And your Nangong family helped the royal family hide this harmful pill. You Nangong family are also sinners! The entire Shuiyue Kingdom helped the evil! Everyone deserves to die. !”

Suddenly, a voice that did not belong to a girl rang in my ears.

"Who? Who is talking?" the girl cried.

The moon rises, and the pale moonlight shines in through the tall windows, making everything in the house clearly visible.

The girl looked at the corner and her eyes widened.

There is a "person" standing on the table.

Her limbs were deformed and she was so skinny that she didn't look like a human being at all, but she also had human facial features, and her eyes, which took up more of the whites, were like a puddle of stagnant water, staring at her intently.

Fu Qingcheng opened his eyes suddenly.

The dim light of the morning light filtered through the carved window panes. Fu Qingcheng lay stiffly on the bed for a long time before he realized that he had broken out in a cold sweat.

In my dream, I actually confused things from my childhood with the present...

Fu Qingcheng suddenly remembered what he heard from Nangong Ling in the city.

"...Later Emperor Shuiyue Wu came to the throne and wanted to resume the old business of Emperor Water God. When he went through the previous records, the investigation found the two researchers who had been missed..."

"Previous records?" She murmured, took a deep breath and got out of bed, sat down at the table, waved her hand and took out the sight glass given by Wei Zhiming.

I went back and forth several times to record the beginning of "Tang Ling", but it was all scrapped.

"Forget it." She put away the mirror with a hint of impatience on her face.

When I walked out of the inn, I looked up and saw a few remaining stars, cold and cold, slanting on the crow-blue sky.

The waiter came out yawning and was slightly startled when he saw Fu Qingcheng.

"Oh objectively, you got up so early."

Fu Qingcheng nodded and smiled politely as usual, "On our way."

"Going to another place?"

"Well, it's quite far, Yin Du."

"Imperial City! That's a great place. I've always wanted to visit it." The waiter looked towards the south and said with longing, "You have to find a better carriage. If you are not familiar with the place there, You also need to find a guide, otherwise the imperial city is so big and you will get lost - I remember... Yindu has to go south, right?"

As he said that, he turned around and took a look, only to find that the streets were empty, with only a few early-morning shops opening their doors. The shopkeepers were yawning and lazily dragging their shoes as they walked past. The girl in white who was standing just now had long since disappeared.

The waiter came in muttering.

Above the clouds, at the edge of the dim sky, a line of clouds was pulled out from the clouds and slid straight towards the south.

In the early morning one day later, a ship carrying Yuan Yulang and others, who were in high spirits, slowly sailed away from the shore of Zhenchao Pass towards the west.

(Volume 2: Entering the Human World - End of the Chapter on the City of Machines)