In the imperial garden, a majestic man stood on the edge of the pond, looking at a child in front of him with a smile on his face.
The child was born with red lips and white teeth. He was five or six years old, but his pair of black eyes were particularly bright. The heroic look between his brows made the child even more handsome.
"Father!"
The children were playing around the pond for a while, and suddenly ran up to the majestic man, pulled his sleeves and said:
"It's too boring here, please take me out to play."
The majestic man touched the child's head lovingly and said softly:
"Honggui, be good! After your tenth birthday, my father will take you to visit the Fairy Mountain!"
"Nonsense, I mean what I say, it's nothing but child's play!" the majestic man said, pretending to be angry and blowing his beard.
But the child didn't care. He just put his head into the middle-aged man's arms and shouted:
"Father is the best!"
The majestic man smiled and reached out to lovingly touch the head of the child in his arms. The setting sun cast a warm afterglow on the father and son.
Time flies by, and the children of the past have now become teenagers.
The young man was wearing simple clothes and standing outside a courtyard deep in the mountains and old forests.
Behind him was a majestic man wearing a yellow robe, and in front of him was a dusty wooden door.
At this time, an old voice came from the courtyard:
"Li Zhi! Although I have an old relationship with your ancestors, that happened hundreds of years ago. Are you thinking that with this relationship, you can let me accept him as your disciple?"
The man in yellow robe looked solemn and immediately said respectfully:
"Young men don't dare! This thing is a rare treasure obtained by our soldiers in a remote place. It is specially presented to the Immortal."
As he spoke, he took out a piece of fine iron the size of a pebble, held it in his hand, and raised it respectfully above his head.
call!
A breeze blew by.
A sloppy old man suddenly appeared in front of them.
This man had a black face and no beard, and his dim yellow eyes stared at the iron speed in the hand of the man in yellow robe, and two gleams of light actually appeared.
"Meteorite!"
The old Taoist murmured something, then flicked his sleeves, and the iron block in the yellow-robed man's hand disappeared.
"Haha, Nephew Li Xian is interested."
The old man changed his previous indifferent attitude and reached out to touch the head of the young man in front of him.
"Well, it's a good spiritual root that can indeed enter my Taoism."
The man in yellow robe looked happy, kicked the boy in gray from behind, and said anxiously:
"Why don't you hurry up and do the apprenticeship ceremony!"
The young man was confused, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times to the old man.
"Good boy, get up! From now on, you will practice Taoism with my teacher, and my teacher will give you the Taoist title, Yun Xuzi."
"Thank you, Master!"
I don’t know where I am in the depths of the clouds, and I have no time to return.
The white clouds are white and the dogs are white, and the dogs are turning pale and yellow.
The prince who once went to the mountains to practice Taoism, now looks back and his life has changed.
"Father! Dad!"
With a scream, a young man in soap robes flew into a palace. The palace was filled with fire, and everything was burned red.
Inside and outside the palace, there were soldiers and guards who died in battle, as well as maids and concubines everywhere.
Broken limbs were flying everywhere, fires were raging, and shouts and cries for help made this place a hell on earth.
But these are not what the young man cares about. What he cares about is only one person.
Go to the study!
The young man opened the door tremblingly, and saw a man inside the room, wearing a yellow robe, sitting upright, staring at the door angrily.
"father!"
The young man shouted, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees.
After a long while, he shivered and crawled closer to the man.
The man's lips were black and his orifices were bleeding. He was touched lightly by the young man and his whole head rolled down.
This man was actually chopped in the neck by someone else!
"father!"
The young man couldn't bear it any longer, so he knelt at the feet of the man in yellow robe and burst into tears. For a moment, he looked like a homeless child.
"Practice the Tao, practice the Tao, but before the Tao is completed, the family is gone! Dad, why did you ask me to cultivate the Tao?!"
Time has passed, and now Yun Xuzi, who is attracted by inner demons, has disheveled hair and looks like a madman. The green spiritual energy on his body exploded, shattering several open spaces around him, and also leaving scars all over his body.
He was already seriously injured, and to have his inner demons stirred up again at this time was tantamount to adding fuel to the fire and dragging him into a place of eternal destruction.
Yun Xuzi's eyes were distracted, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood. At this moment, a trace of clarity suddenly appeared as if the light had returned to him.
"All the past events are like passing clouds. I was determined to restore my country, but I was repeatedly frustrated. Is it really just a dream, and now it's time to wake up from the dream?"
He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but then he realized that he could no longer make any sound.
"It's time to go home."
This was Yun Xuzi's last thought before he died.
As the soap-robed man fell backward, the Ninth Prince of the Tang Dynasty, who left home at a young age and went to the mountains to practice Taoism, no longer existed in this world.
The surrounding illusions dispersed one by one, revealing a young man in gray and a woman in blue.
"This man's life is like duckweed, and he is actually a pitiful person." Zhao Xunzhen looked at the man in front of him and sighed.
Liang Yan did not say a word, but walked straight to Yun Xuzi, reached out to his forehead, and used the soul-searching technique.
After a while, Liang Yan took Yun Xuzi's storage bag, poured a red pill out of it, and threw it directly into his mouth.
As soon as the elixir entered his mouth, Liang Yan sat cross-legged and silently began to refine it.
After half a stick of incense, Liang Yan stopped and stood up. Zhao Xunzhen, who had been waiting aside, asked:
"The poison has been cured?"
Liang Yan nodded and said, "Fortunately, all the poisons poisoned by Yun Xuzi have antidotes on them so that they can control others."
"What should we do with Yun Xuzi's body?" Zhao Xunzhen asked again.
Liang Yan lowered his head and sighed:
"This man finally had a relationship with me. Now that the grudge has been cleared, let's help him bury him in peace."
"That's fine, dust will return to dust, soil will return to soil." Zhao Xunzhen said, using his spiritual power, he dug a big hole in the ground and dragged Yun Xuzi's body into the hole.
Liang Yan used his magical power to move a stone pier above the cemetery.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached out and wrote on the stone pier: "The Tomb of Li Honggui."
"Brother Liang, are we still in the Three-Nine Formation now?"
Zhao Xunzhen tilted his head and looked at the hazy place ahead and asked.
"The three tribulations of the inner formation, the Sea of Refining Thunder and the Entrainment of Heart Demons have passed, and only the last Peach Blossom Miasma is left. But you don't have to worry, I have the bottle spirit in hand, these three or nine formations are useless to us."
As soon as Liang Yan finished speaking, a small white jade bottle popped out from the lapel of his chest and landed gently and deftly on Liang Yan's shoulder.
The two soybean-sized eyes on the bottle are listless, looking bored.