For example, there is really a lot of happiness like this. This is what Gu Xiaosheng wants to do and is willing to do.
Shi Yingxue felt that she could get some balance between the happiness of cultivation and life. She had many novel feelings, such as the close relationship with her good brothers, such as the sweet and sour relationship with Bai Yueguang and Du Yueming, her childhood sweetheart.
Young love, and the excitement of drawing a sword.
Many of these feelings were things that Shi Yingxue had never experienced before and could not understand. Shi Yingxue really felt that in Gu Xiaosheng's life, she had not only been a pusher to help Gu Xiaosheng and Du Yueming get married.
, and also made efforts to replenish his soul.
She completely experienced Gu Xiaosheng's colorful life, which was something she could never do as Shi Yingxue.
After experiencing it so completely, seeing it with her own eyes, hearing it with her own ears, and making it with her own hands, Yingxue could actually feel that some of her formerly incomplete souls were gradually being replenished, moving towards the most complete process.
Shi Yingxue felt that she had finally experienced the joy of soul-fulfillment.
Shi Yingxue didn't know how long she would stay in Gu Xiaosheng's body, but she unexpectedly felt that she seemed to have grown more even though she had severed all ties and had no advantages.
In the end, Gu Xiaosheng finally succeeded in forming the golden elixir when he was five hundred years old.
For a monk with three spiritual roots, it was extremely difficult and dangerous for him to form a golden elixir.
Fortunately, during this cultivation process, Shi Yingxue never gave up, and Du Yueming never gave up on Gu Xiaosheng.
Du Yueming's mother was finally willing to let go, and Gu Xiaosheng was finally able to marry Du Yueming.
That month was auspicious, and Gu Xiaosheng finally succeeded in turning Du Yueming into his Taoist companion.
On behalf of Gu Xiaosheng, she led Du Yueming to the edge of the cliff where the two had cut off contact in the previous life, and tied a hairpin on her temples.
Gu Xiaosheng said: "Yue Ming, I will live up to you in this life."
There were tears in Du Mingyue's smile. She wiped the water from her face and turned to look at Gu Xiaosheng: "I know, I knew it from the moment you picked up my candy at the entrance of the hall."
There seemed to be some vague meaning in these words, but before Shi Yingxue had time to think clearly, she felt a strong force pulling herself out of Gu Xiaosheng's body.
Gu Xiaosheng, Du Yueming in front of them, and the Lingyun Sect who had become the distant view behind them, suddenly became a ball, and Shi Yingxue felt that everything in front of her was chaos.
A voice asked her in her ear: "How do you feel about this life?"
Shi Yingxue didn't know whether the voice was asking her how her life would be as Shi Yingxue or as Gu Xiaosheng, so she could only say vaguely: "I think it's okay."
Then the owner of the voice suddenly laughed, and Shi Yingxue felt a hand pulling her down, and she fell into the Yanhun space.
The aura in the space was still as thick as before, but when Shi Yingxue took a closer look, she realized that the Yanhun space was much larger than hers, and she couldn't see the edge at all when she looked out with her spiritual sense.
Moreover, the scenery around the Bamboo Cottage has also changed a lot. Except for the well she fell into, almost nothing is the same.
Shi Yingxue's space was originally filled with spiritual plants, treasures, etc., but the bamboo hut was only filled with white flowers. When the spiritual energy floated, a thin piece of brilliance poured down from the petals.
It's so beautiful.
There are no ripples, no waves, no burning, nothing.
This made Shi Yingxue feel strange. She moved left and right, but found that the scene in front of her had changed again. She was already standing under the big locust tree next to the bamboo hut.
The tables and chairs under the big locust tree were not much different from when she received the space. Shi Yingxue vaguely remembered that she often wrote letters to Master Ling Xuan under the locust tree.
Thinking of Ling Xuan, Shi Yingxue suddenly realized that she had somehow fallen into the well and entered Gu Xiaosheng's body to finish his life. Could it be related to Master Ling Xuan?
Just as she was thinking this, a vague translucent figure suddenly appeared on the table and chair under the big locust tree.
He was dressed in a Taoist robe of clear blue sky, and his black and white eyes were quietly looking at Shi Yingxue in front of him, as if he was sizing him up, but also as if he was smiling.
"Are you Shi Yingxue?" He pursed his lips and smiled slightly, very elegantly.
Shi Yingxue was surprised that he actually knew her name, and the elegant male cultivator in front of him seemed to be able to read minds. He had already seen through the doubts in Shi Yingxue's heart, and said again: "Don't be doubtful, what you want to know,
We will all know in the future.”
Shi Yingxue was so surprised that she couldn't help but take two steps back and carefully looked at the shining male cultivator in front of her again. An answer floated in her heart and she couldn't help blurting out: "Are you Master Lingxuan?"
The male cultivator smiled slightly, his eyes filled with tiny rays of sunlight.
As soon as he raised his hand, the locust tree rustled, and the spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips, like a timeless painting.
In a moment, two cups of fragrant tea condensed in his hands, and his voice was like broken jade and new porcelain gently bumping together, and it sounded so pleasant that it sounded ridiculous: "Axue, come and sit down."
Shi Yingxue was almost certain that the outstanding male revisionist in front of her was Ling Xuan.
The bookish temperament of some seniors came to my face, and I didn't need to reply at all to remember who he was in the impression. He was sitting under the tree like that, in a peaceful but meticulous state, annotating the classics that Shi Yingxue had read in the past.
The fonts are generally graceful and profound.
The only thing that Shi Yingxue found strange was that when she accepted Ling Xuan as her teacher, the spells left by Ling Xuan told her that he had been reincarnated, so how could he still be in the Soul-Destroying Space?
Shi Yingxue was full of questions and felt that Master Ling Xuan must have his reasons, so she walked towards him without saying a word.
Speaking of which, the books and classics left by Master Ling Xuan were no less helpful to her than Ye Qingqiu. Those amazing and brilliant elixir prescriptions were all left by Ling Xuan.
He called Shi Yingxue to come and sit down, and Shi Yingxue naturally sat down as he was told.
She was under the locust tree, and the sunlight filtered through the shadow of the tree. She sat opposite the male cultivator and looked at the male cultivator opposite with a little doubt.
His movements seemed to have an aura of nobility that was hard to describe in words. When Shi Yingxue looked at him twice, she felt ashamed of herself, and she was even more confused in her heart.
"Axue, drink tea." He asked Shi Yingxue to drink tea, and Shi Yingxue hurriedly drank tea for a man who was hundreds of years old, but still acted like a child in front of his seniors.
He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all. He drank the tea quietly for a few sips and then said, "Are you feeling confused?"
Shi Yingxue nodded, and he smiled: "If you want to know, my name is not Ling Xuan, or in other words, my name is not just Ling Xuan. I have a special surname, just like you, it is...
A surname cursed by heaven."
Shi Yingxue paused while holding the teacup. She was still savoring how sweet and mellow the tea in her mouth was, but she never expected Ling Xuan to say this.
"You mean, you..."
"I am Shi Lingxuan, an elder seven or eight generations ahead of you."
When Ling Xuan looked at Yingxue, her eyes were extremely gentle from the beginning. He spoke neither quickly nor slowly. At the beginning, Yingxue was shocked and a little impatient, but she couldn't help but calm down with his voice.