Chapter 202 About the Mystery of the Past Life, the Decisive Battle on the Immortal Platform (7)
As Shan Wuque finished speaking, everyone looked in the direction of Shan Wulan, and Shan Wulan's body froze there instantly.
Perhaps it was because the two of them were too close, and nothing unusual could be seen from everyone's perspective. What's more, everyone was still immersed in a tense atmosphere, but the calm Dai Mei frowned slightly.
For a moment, he moved back and forth between the two of them thoughtfully.
Shan Wuque blinked his eyes, walked forward, and gently touched Shan Wulan's cheek.
A little warm, which is different from her usual cool and softness.
"Sister, you must be injured!"
As he spoke, he took out a Qi-Blood Pill from the storage ring and stuffed it into her mouth, muttering:
"How old are you? You don't even tell me when you are injured. You just know that you are holding on by yourself..."
"You can't move even a moment. Brother, please step aside. My sister is not feeling well."
"..."
Su Bei smiled coquettishly, his hands froze behind Shan Wulan, trying to brew something and divert everyone's attention. At this moment, a voice came from the top of the Immortal Platform:
"Buddhism vs. Tianji Sect!!"
"..."
While everyone was looking towards the Immortal Platform, Su Bei took advantage of this opportunity to take his hand back from his gauze shirt, put on a puzzled expression, and said seriously:
"This so-called Tianji Sect is really amazing!"
"Last time I lost ten taels of silver and asked them to tell my fortune. They calculated it and hid it under Senior Sister's pillow."
"..."
Seeing everyone's eyes looking at Wenren Pingxin with strange expressions, Su Bei couldn't help but feel greatly relieved.
Wenren Pingxin: "..."
...
The preliminary round was finally over. Amidst the discussion among the monks, they all flew back to their respective stations.
Shan Wulan glanced at Su Bei, without even a hint of shyness in his eyes, with a deadpan expression. Perhaps he was using this attitude to complain about what Su Bei had done to him just now?
Su Bei felt that he was wrong and smiled awkwardly, but the slightly cold and soft touch on his hand did not seem to disappear.
Shan Wuque held Shan Wulan's shoulders along the way. Although the cold woman kept emphasizing that her body was fine, Shan Wuque still didn't believe it. He looked stubborn and did not let go of her.
little hands.
Back at the Jianzong station, in his small courtyard, Su Bei leaned on the bed, stretched his arms behind his head, and stared at the night.
The finals are not as urgent as the preliminary rounds. There is only one battle in one day. Only the first round requires five days of fighting in the Holy Land. This is probably because the monks' bodies cannot recover in time from continuous fighting.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Su Bei also knew who was coming in. He turned over and said leisurely:
"Enter."
Creak——
There was a sound of pushing the door open, and a head of silver hair was shadowed in the moonlight.
Even under a loose white nightgown that is not see-through, you can still feel her exquisite curves and look at her beautiful face.
Mo Li walked forward, looked at Su Bei and lowered his head and said:
"Master, please rest early."
Su Bei hummed, but found that she did not get up and walk towards the door, but still stood there, as if she wanted to say something.
Asked doubtfully:
"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"
Mo Li hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said:
"Master, when my disciple practices this Great Wilderness Sutra, he always seems to find it somewhat obscure and difficult to understand."
"..."
She raised her head and looked at him, as if hoping that he could give her some guidance.
Su Bei looked at Mo Li with some embarrassment. It was impossible for her to say this with her awkward personality before. Being able to ask her for advice should have been a matter of universal celebration, but...
"As the saying goes, one bite cannot make you fat!"
"The Sword Code is already an extremely profound secret. Why are you studying the Great Wilderness Scripture when you have nothing to do?"
"You have the heart of the sword, the bones of the sword, and the body of the sword. It is your top priority to practice the sword code well!"
After coughing, Su Bei said with an inscrutable expression.
Mo Li didn't say anything, nodded lightly, turned around and left.
"It's a pleasure to be my teacher..."
Su Bei's calm voice came from behind, and Mo Li paused for a moment before walking towards the door.
It still looks cold.
Su Bei just watched Mo Li's leaving figure and looked at her silver hair casually. Looking from the back angle, the moonlight seemed to be shining with the luster of gilded phoenix feathers.
My heart skipped a beat, and I sat up straight, staring blankly at the familiar Bu Yao until she completely walked out of the room and closed the door.
"Phoenix Gilt."
Su Bei murmured to himself.
With my mind a little complicated and confused, I carefully recalled everything that happened that night, the open window, the door where the water stains extended...
"Maybe it's just...coincidence?"
Su Bei took a deep breath, his eyes changed, and he was unsure.
But he found that his hands were indeed shaking.
I don’t know how long it took, but in the dead of night, everything around me was extremely quiet.
Su Bei gritted his teeth, stood up and walked towards Shan Wulan's courtyard.
Everything was quiet. Su Bei tiptoed and approached Shan Wulan's room. Before he could open the door and enter the room, he saw Shan Wulan through the window with his head supported by one hand and a white silk hair hanging down by his side.
His fair arms and shoulders were exposed, and his cold eyes looked at him.
I took a deep breath and was about to communicate with her, but I saw a bulge on her side, and some hair was exposed. One look at the black hair and the swaying stupid hair.
who is it.
The night attack plan failed.
Su Bei sighed. It was rare that he had an excuse today to come to meet each other late at night. He never expected to encounter such a thing and not be able to sleep together. It was such a pity...
I'll find a chance to ask her tomorrow.
——What's more, a similar step cannot say anything.
In fact, in Su Bei's heart, he was just escaping and not wanting to face this reality. Just like the moment when the test results came out in his previous life, I would always just guess if I didn't look at them...
Waving his hand at her, Su Bei could even see the faint smile on the corner of Shan Wulan's mouth.
Turn around and leave.
Shan Wukue’s voice can still be heard behind him:
"What's wrong, sister? Why are you shaking? I didn't know you had the habit of sleeping without clothes..."
"There seems to be a sound outside? What sound?"
Then came Shan Wulan's cold tone:
"Wildcat, sleep."
"oh."
Su Bei returned to his room again and lay on the bed unable to sleep all night, with a headache.
Thinking of the Great Wilderness Sutra that Mo Li asked himself, he sighed.
Will you fulfill your responsibilities as a master?
I just started reading the Great Wilderness Book...
Then he fell asleep.
...
Mo Li walked back to the room, gently covering his chest with one hand, and leaned against the gently closed door.
The moonlight is like water, casting shadows in the room and reflecting on the smooth ground.
——She didn’t know why she was wearing the gilded phoenix walking stick that she had hidden in the corner of her storage ring tonight.
She had disdained this before.
She admitted that maybe she was playing tricks on her, and with his carefulness, he would have been able to spot it.
——And he did find it.
Under the realm of Zhiwei, I could clearly feel his heart trembling slightly.
On the high platform of Jianzong, her eyes penetrated through the layers of people and looked at the master not far away. From her angle, she could clearly see the two hands tightly held together.
The door rattled.
Mo Li gently took off Bu Yao from his silver hair, and his silver hair was spread out, shining with light, hanging down on his side, very bright.
"I'm actually unwilling to give in."
"..."
...
Su Bei seemed to have had a dream, in which countless strange scenes flew by like a stream of flowers.
Although it was just fragments intermittently, it was like seeing the first half of his life.
It was a relatively wealthy family, and he could vaguely see the woman who seemed to be the biological mother of this body, and the man smoking a cigarette beside him.
"Official, there is a severe drought...some people in Yannan Street have starved to death again today..."
"When will this day be over?"
The baby was not like an ordinary child. He didn't cry or fuss. His eyes were wide open, his two chubby hands were holding up to the sky, and his mouth was babbling.
The man was smoking a dry cigarette, frowning, and saw only wisps of green smoke spreading towards the sky.
"Open the warehouse and put out grain."
"..."
In the blink of an eye, the baby had turned into a boy who seemed to be three or four years old. However, he did not play and entertain like an ordinary child. His eyes were full of deepness and looked at everything in the field. Behind him was an old servant in blue, panting.
The ground shouted after him:
"Master, slow down, slow down, I can't keep up..."
The boy turned around, looked at the old servant, and said in a childish voice:
"Are there ever immortals in this world?"
"Young master, of course there are immortals. Our master built a temple to pray for the rain to be safe..."
"Then why is there still a severe drought?"
"Well, maybe the immortal master has forgotten about it. Young master, it's time to go home for dinner."
"I want to become an immortal!"
"Master, you are talking nonsense again."
"..."
In another trance, the boy had turned into a seven or eight year old, and seemed to have become a well-known talent in this city. All kinds of strange and weird things were developed from his hands, and the invention of the waterwheel was even more beneficial.
He killed people in dozens of cities in Nanzhou.
He even wrote various poems. Unfortunately, most of them in this city didn't ask questions and just listened to them happily. However, his poems are not that obscure and difficult to understand:
"The rain does not wet things, and the fertile fields turn yellow. Birds die from the heat, and fish in ponds dry up their mud."
"..."
People from all over the country wanted to elect him to become an official. Even his father looked at him with a smile on his face and a look of pride on his face.
Because he was too precocious, that day, the man who smoked cigarettes asked the butler to prepare a table of wine and food, and took out the jar of wine from the cellar that had been planted when he was born:
"My child, when dad gets old, the people of this city will..."
The wine was poured into the glass, and the man was talking. In silence, he raised his head and said:
"I want to cultivate immortality."
The wine overflowed from the cup, and the man's gloomy face could be seen in a daze.
"Cultivation to immortality? Cultivation to immortality? What kind of bullshit and unrealistic cultivation of immortality!"
"You've had that dream since you were a child. What's so good about cultivating immortality?"
"..."
Various arguments ensued, and in the end it seemed that the man was tired of the quarrel and sat on the fire kang, smoking a dull cigarette.
The smoke was very sparse and soon filled the room. The middle-aged woman was crying.
——It seems that they have not quarreled with him.
Finally, he packed his luggage and brought enough dry food for a month. He didn't know where he was going, but he just knew that there was a place called Dongfeng Ancient Country that seemed to have many immortals, not as good as this small city in Nanzhou.
The ancient country of Dongfeng is in the north.
"My child, if you are tired of searching for immortals, just go home."
The middle-aged man's voice was a little hoarse, and his weather-beaten face showed concern.
This child is only seven or eight years old, but they have never regarded him as a seven or eight-year-old child. Maybe such a monster child is really a legendary immortal.
If you can speak in one month, you can walk in two months.
It turns out that more than five hundred years ago, before the great new emperor of Dongfeng Ancient Kingdom came to the throne, immortals were just unattainable big shots, and some people had never even seen them in their lifetime...
He waved his hand and left without looking back.
He heard from the traveling traders in this small town that there were immortals in the north, and he had seen them before.
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"My name is Su Bei."
"..."
There were all kinds of ups and downs, and the dry food in his pocket was exhausted, so he worked as a coolie for others. How far could he go on foot?
It seemed that he had arrived at a place called Southern Xinjiang, where he met a crazy old man who was very drunk under a tree:
"A tree without roots, a flower in full bloom, who is willing to give up if he is greedy for glory?"
"Things come out of nowhere, like a boat on the sea of suffering, it drifts back and forth without freedom."
"..."
He hurriedly walked forward, as if he was destined to be with him, and saw the old man who brought him to Selangor.
The old man had a sword in his hand and asked him what he saw.
He said he saw an immortal, a sword immortal.
——His talent is not very good, it can only be considered as average. Perhaps it is because his sword fairy sentence touched the old man.
The old man took him to search in southern Xinjiang for a while, but he didn't know what he was looking for. Finally, the two of them returned to Jianzong, the first time he came to Jianzong. The old man sent him to Hongchen Peak and entrusted a
The woman said nothing and left without looking back.
There, he met that woman for the first time, and he was captivated by it!
Beside her, he seemed to have found the innocence that belonged to a child, and he pestered her to tell stories about immortals. In her heart, maybe he was just a child.
A child of seven or eight years old.
Later, when he seemed to have achieved immortality, that lazy and beautiful woman appeared beside him and told him that there seemed to be a period of cause and effect in the mortal world that had not yet been resolved.
Having already reached the half-step of Nascent Soul, he wielded the sword Fuyao and returned to the small town in Nanzhou again.
Everything has changed a long time ago. The house no longer looks like in memory. You can hear cries and mourning. There is white paper hanging in the middle of the yard. Red candles are lit inside the house. A dying old man is lying on the bed, turbid.
Looking at the sky, he didn't know why he couldn't breathe, and his big dry hand stretched out with crisscrossed ravines.
He seemed to be moved, and he tilted his head.
In the room of astonished eyes, a handsome man walked in with crooked eyes, dressed in black, walked up to him, and then knelt down.
"father."
The old man's muddy tears fell down, and he reached out to touch his face. His throat was crawling, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.
Finally he closed his eyes and a smile appeared on his lips.
But the outstretched hand pointed to an old cabinet not far away, which it had not put down for a long time.
A middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, his eyes full of awe, but he still stepped forward and said tentatively:
"elder brother?"
That should be the younger brother who was born after he left, right?
The younger brother opened the cabinet, which was filled with all kinds of copper coins.
"Dad said that you haven't married yet, and he has been saving up for you for so many years..."
"I won't let anyone touch me. I just hope you can come back."
"..."
He smiled and left a few golden elixirs. Although they could not make them become immortals, they were enough to prolong their lives and prevent them from all kinds of diseases.
Then he left, in a corner where others could not see, his eyes were moist, and his black shirt was stained with tears.
He never wore a black shirt.
He placed something in the so-called temple that had been worshiped before, and some of his spiritual energy was stored in it.
Drought-prone Nanzhou and drought-prone small town have experienced continuous drizzle and good weather for ten years since he left.
Returning to Jianzong again, he took a sip of green wine, but it was as light as water. Life is difficult to understand, but now he has realized it, and the great road is hard to understand, but now he has understood it.
That day, a golden light appeared on Bujian Peak.
Su Bei unites with Nascent Soul in one step.
When Su Bei opened his eyes again, looking into Xiao Ruoqing's eyes, he found himself lying on the bed, Mo Li standing aside, and the sky outside the window was already bright.
His bed had already been soaked with sweat, and his body was very heavy. The Great Desolation Sutra was placed beside him.
"How long have you been sleeping for Master?"
Su Bei stretched his body, but he had not yet recovered from the dream just now.
Xiao Ruoqing said with a serious face:
"Master has been sleeping for three years!!"
"..."
"What?!"
Mo Li glanced at Xiao Ruoqing and said calmly:
"It's just one night, and it's only the morning now."
Su Bei breathed a sigh of relief. Several disciples looked at him with strange expressions. He coughed lightly and said:
"Well...what's going on now?"
"The Xingyue Sect is fighting with the Cang Sect. I heard that each has its own victory or defeat."
Xiao Ruoqing sat beside Su Bei's bed, looking at the Great Wilderness Sutra, her eyes looked at Su Bei with some concern, and she even saw the tears in the corners of her master's eyes.
"Master...what's wrong?"
Su Bei smiled, stretched and said:
"It's just a strange dream."
After saying that, he stood up, straightened his clothes, and said:
"Let's go, Xingyue Sect is our old friend, we have to go and see..."
"..."
He led his three disciples and walked towards Qingyun Mountain, but everything in the dream was deeply imprinted in his heart, and all kinds of doubts came to mind.
Why, why did this predecessor who came from time travel turn his back on the peasants?
It seems that everything is getting more and more chaotic, and there is also Li Zijun's Sapphire Case...