The next day and night, the Taiwei's mansion was still filled with plain things. Yang Jin, the elder man who had just returned from greeting the Cao family, was wearing a black robe and was walking towards his yard on the stone road of Fushou. Among the silent flowers, there was only a little boy in front of him.

The servant held a lamp and served it carefully.

As far as the eye can see, the house is filled with plain white lanterns and silks. At this moment, it is hard for Yang Jin to imagine that the eldest sister, who was so free and bright in the past, would end her young life in such a way.

With his eyes silent, a low and ethereal flute sound came from nowhere, but it forced him into a memory.

Yang Jin looked at the young man in front of him, who was bowing his head and bowing his waist. He was extremely humble in front of him. The moment he looked away, along with the sound of the flute, a shadow of a person appeared in his mind.

The wounds in my heart that seemed to have been healed for a long time seemed to be uncovered again, causing waves of uncontrollable pain.

After Cheng Huan left, he never went alone to the study room where they had spent day and night together, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare, because every time he set foot there alone, he could see countless shadows of Cheng Huan.

She smiled at him and talked to him, but she never held hands with him and expressed her feelings to him.

Enduring the depression and heaviness in his heart, Yang Jin couldn't help but speed up his steps. Just as he was about to walk out of the shadows of flowers, he heard subtle voices.

"Did you hear that a god came to Chang'an City?"

Hearing the mysterious voice of the young maid, Yang Jin didn't pay attention and continued to walk towards his yard unaffected.

However, he never expected that what he said next would stop him in his tracks.

"immortal?"

Hearing her companion's response, the maidservant was so excited that she quickly responded: "Yes, my brother went to Pingkangfang on an errand today and came back to tell me."

"How could such a powerful person be in Chang'an now?"

Hearing the doubts from her companion, the maid continued: "Brother, I heard from people that he is a Sanxian who came down to earth to practice in the human world. He has been practicing on the Penglai Immortal Island in the past. He was inspired by heaven and earth to come to the human world a few days ago. Now, now

I stopped at Pingkangfang to practice, firstly to gain experience, and secondly to pray for blessings."

"Really? But Pingkangfang is a mixed bag of fish and dragons. How can you go there if you are a god?"

Seeing that his companion still didn't believe it, Yang Jin heard that the maid seemed to be anxious and said again: "It's absolutely true. The immortal said that the great hermit is hiding in the city. Cultivation does not lie in the place, but in the heart. If you don't believe it, you can go.

Look, he will show the past lives, this life, and the next life for the first ten people who come to visit every day without charging a penny - "

Hearing these legendary words, Yang Jin shook his head and didn't say anything to stop him. He just started to leave without taking it seriously.

"And the most powerful thing is that he once cast a spell for a down-and-out scholar in the south of the Yangtze River, resurrecting his wife who had been dead for many years, allowing the couple to meet again, and fulfilling his wish without taking any money."

Yang Jin, who was almost out of the cobblestone road, could no longer move forward when he heard these words, as if someone had cast a spell on him, he was frozen in place.

"Not taking any money? How can such a good thing happen?"

Hearing her companion's suspicion, the maidservant said: "I heard that the loose immortal did this for training, so he only resurrected relatives and friends for the destined people in the human world. Moreover, this method consumes spiritual energy to cultivate, so the immortal did not agree easily."

Under the silent moonlight, when he noticed that no one was moving behind him, the young man walking in front paused silently, waited for a long time, and carefully looked at Yang Jin, who had a dark and unclear look in his eyes. After a long time, he finally asked out loud, "Da Langjun?"

Being called back by the boy's cautious voice, Yang Jin's eyes suddenly lit up, he clenched his fists tightly and walked towards the source of the voice.

When he walked a few steps, he saw two little maids sitting on the railing under the four-corner pavilion in the garden, whispering, and they didn't even notice that he was coming.

"Did you really mean what you just said?"

When the two maidservants who were originally carrying Yang Jin heard Yang Jin's sudden voice, they stood up in shock and lowered their heads nervously: "Yes, yes, back to Dalangjun, these are all things that came out not long ago in Pingkangfang.

This servant dare not say nonsense."

Valley

At this moment, Yang Jin ignored the maid's nervous look and persisted in asking: "Do you know the specific location of the immortal?"

"this--"

Under Yang Jin's unabashed gaze, the maid didn't know if she was frightened or if she really didn't know. She just shook her head and said: "Slave, I haven't asked so many questions. I really don't know. Please forgive me.

crime."

Seeing the person in front of him hurriedly kneeling down to plead guilty, Yang Jin's anxious pupils couldn't help but slow down, and then he felt his nervousness.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, before the maidservant could continue to apologize, Yang Jin turned around in despair and walked towards the way he came, leaving only that lonely shadow for the two people kneeling there to touch for a moment.

Confused, I don't know what to do or what to do.

Sensing the change in Yang Jin's mood, the boy did not dare to ask any more questions at this moment, let alone make the slightest sound. He could only bend down more carefully and hold the lamp to illuminate the dim road ahead for him.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the boy heard Yang Jin's voice asking from behind him: "Partridge, do you believe it?"

"this--"

Hearing this sentence, the young man named Partridge was also troubled. He hesitated for a moment and then answered ambiguously: "Da Langjun, I have never been out these days, so I have never heard of it, but it is rumored among the people.

It’s so miraculous, I can go find out more about it early tomorrow morning, and then I’ll report back to you.”

Seeing that the partridge was careful and answered conservatively and appropriately, Yang Jin suddenly chuckled, and his originally sad brows calmed down a lot. He could only raise his head to look up at the bright moon and make a sound.

"good."

After speaking, Yang Jin stopped talking, but as he walked, he felt that his heart was in a mess.

Once upon a time, the "Book of Han" recorded that after the death of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty's beloved concubine, Mrs. Li, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty was deeply saddened and kept thinking about it. He invited alchemists to set up an altar and invite Mrs. Li's soul to reunite with her to soothe the pain of lovesickness.

At that time, he didn't understand. He only lamented that even the mighty Emperor Wu couldn't escape love and indulged in such illusory things.

But now he suddenly understands and can feel it.

If you are really separated from the person you love in your life, no matter how illusory the opportunity is, it is still a possibility for people to meet in this life.

He can't give up, and he doesn't want to give up.

Thinking of this, Yang Jin couldn't help but take out the broken wooden Xiao from his waist, but he seemed to see another person through it.

I hope that all this is true, and that he can get married once again.

Even if it's just a short meeting, even if we don't say anything, we just see each other from a distance.

Yes, that's enough.

Early the next morning, the young man rushed to Pingkangfang without stopping. He never thought that he would find the Sanxian that the maid had mentioned in the deep alley not far from Huji Winery. He happily went back to Yang.

Jin report.

"Dalangjun, I went to inquire about it. If you want to calculate the past life, present life and next life, you can go to the door and guard it before dawn. The first ten people will not take any money, and the later people will have to give away as they wish. As for the resurrection, I have never seen it.

The Immortal himself, but I heard from the Taoist boy next to the Immortal that if you have a request, you can go in person and let the Immortal read the horoscopes. If you are destined to be a person, you can do it yourself without any reward."

Seeing that Yang Jin was listening attentively, the partridge said cautiously: "I heard that fairy boy said that at midnight tomorrow, the fairy will have time to receive guests."
Chapter completed!