Chapter 138 Old Dreams from the Past
“Honggui, Honggui!”
A majestic man stood on the edge of the pond in the imperial garden, 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 dark eyes were particularly bright. The heroic look between his brows made the child even more handsome.
“Father!”
The child was playing around the pond for a while, and suddenly ran up to the majestic man, pulled his sleeves and said:
"It's too stuffy here, please take me out to play."
Then The majestic man touched the child's head lovingly He raised his head and said softly:
"Honggui, be good! After your tenth birthday, my father will take you to the Fairy Mountain to play!"
"Wow! Fairy Mountain, good, good! Father, please don’t cheat.”
"Nonsense, what I say is child's play!" The majestic man pretended to be angry and said while 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!"
Dignity The 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 out from the courtyard:
"Li Zhi! Although I have a history with your ancestors, that was hundreds of years ago. Are you thinking that with this relationship, I can accept him as my 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 and held it in his hand. , raised respectfully above the head.
Phew!
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 man murmured, and then with a flick of his sleeve, the iron piece 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 Taoist gate."
The man in yellow robe looked happy, kicked the boy in gray from behind, and said anxiously:
" Why don't you come and give me the apprenticeship ceremony!"
The young man 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 Yun Shen, and I have no time to return.
The white clouds are white and the dog is white, and the dog is yellow and overturned.
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 a soap robe flew into a palace. The palace was filled with fire, and everything was burned red.
Everywhere inside and outside the palace were soldiers and guards who died in battle, as well as palace maids and concubines.
Broken limbs flying everywhere, fires raging, shouts, and calls 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 and staring angrily at the door.
“Dad!”
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. The young man touched him lightly and his whole head rolled down.
This man was actually chopped in the neck by someone else!
"Dad!"
The young man couldn't bear it any longer, and crawled at the feet of the man in yellow robe, crying loudly, and for a moment he looked like a homeless child.
"Practice and practice the Tao, but the Tao is not completed yet, but the family is gone! Dad, why did you ask me to cultivate this Tao?!"
Times have changed, and Yun Xuzi is now surrounded by inner demons. , disheveled hair, looking like crazy. The cyan spiritual energy on his body exploded, shattering several open spaces around him and leaving scars all over his body.
He was already seriously injured, and if his inner demons were stirred up again at this time, it would be tantamount to adding fuel to the fire and dragging him into a place of eternal destruction.
Yun Xuzi's eyes were distracted, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, and at this moment, he suddenly showed a trace of clarity as if he was returning to the light.
"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 is time to wake up from the dream?"
He opened his mouth, He seemed to want 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 the world.
The surrounding illusions dispersed one by one, revealing a boy 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.
After the elixir entered, Liang Yan immediately 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 for a long time, asked:
"The poison has been cured?"
Liang Yan nodded and said, "Fortunately, all the poisons poisoned by Yun Xuzi have antidotes on their bodies in order to control others."
"What should we do with Yun Xuzi's body?" Zhao Xunzhen asked again.
Liang Yan glanced down and sighed:
"This person finally had a relationship with me. Now that the grudge has been cleared, let's help him bury him in peace."
"Ashes to ashes, soil 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 He tilted his head and asked looking at the hazy place ahead.
"The three tribulations of the inner formation, the sea of refining thunder and the inner demons have passed, and only the last peach blossom miasma is left. But you don't have to worry, I have a bottle of spirit in my hand, these three-nine formations are good for us It’s useless.”
As soon as Liang Yan finished speaking, a small white jade bottle jumped 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.
(End of this chapter)