The problem Suo Wuchang was worried about did not happen.
The Master of the Impermanence Palace is dead, and the remaining white-faced Impermanences are all in the same situation as him. The detachment and backlash caused the realm to fall, and the body is also seriously injured. No one is as comfortable as the other.
Half-dead, Suo Wuchang couldn't even use his spiritual power to open the Ruyi Bag. He felt that the spiritual sea was so fragile that it would completely collapse if he was not careful, and he would not even have the chance to rebuild.
In desperation, Suo Wuchang could only grit his teeth and tie Jiang Shou to his back, and climbed up little by little.
Every step of the climb is extremely difficult.
Suo Wuchang glanced down and found that it took more than ten minutes to climb a small distance, and his hands and feet were shaking and there was a risk of losing strength at any time.
For a moment, Suo Wuchang had the idea that it would be better to lie down and die, or drop Jiang Shou from his back, maybe he could save some energy to save himself?
He suppressed these thoughts as they flashed through his mind.
With his current serious injury, there is not much difference between leaving Jiang Shou and taking him with him, so he might as well take a gamble.
After climbing a few more steps, Suo Wuchang saw black spots in front of his eyes. He clung to the cliff just by instinct, and the slightest weight behind him was like a huge stone.
"If I hadn't looked at you, I would have had a chance." Suo Wuchang murmured with his eyes closed.
Resting on the spot for a moment, he exerted force on his feet, but the result was not as strong as he thought. On the contrary, he slipped and fell.
A long time of hard work failed.
Suo Wuchang’s last thought was: If Jiang Shou was lucky enough to survive, he would collect my body and bury it.
The expected pain did not appear, but was steadily supported by a gentle wave of air.
A sense of immediacy emerged in Suo Wuchang's heart. He opened his eyes and saw Mi August, with a look of genuineness on his face, and then a smile that made him smile for the rest of his life.
"Master Suo." Mi August still called Suo Wuchang as before.
Suo Wuchang: "Don't dare, cough!"
Mi August opened any door.
Suo Wuchang was lifted into it by spiritual power.
He held on to the last bit of consciousness, and when he saw that he had arrived at another place in the blink of an eye, and there was no longer the dangerous aura in the abyss of the Palace of Impermanence around him, he completely lost his strength and passed out.
When Suo Wuchang woke up again, he saw a female spiritual master wearing a black costume with green patterns. He recognized it at a glance as the disciple uniform of Cuixia Valley.
Seeing that Suo Wuchang was awake, the female spiritual master walked up to him and placed a tray next to him.
"This is owned by Taoist fellow Taoist. You can check if there are any omissions."
Suo Wuchang saw his wish-fulfilling bag and damaged clothes and hanging ornaments on the tray. He seemed to be kind-hearted. It must have been cleaned, otherwise it would definitely be covered in blood.
"...Thank you." A strange look flashed across Suo Wuchang's face, and then he felt that the injuries on his body had healed, and even the fragile spiritual sea was stabilized.
It is indeed Cuixia Valley.
No.
It should be said that it is indeed the land of eternal dreams.
Hearing about it is not as good as experiencing it in person.
Suo Wuchang did not rush to check his belongings, but asked the female spiritual master, "There is a trickster with me."
The female spiritual master said: "That fellow Taoist was taken away by Master Mi. I don’t know the specific whereabouts.”
Suo Wuchang: “Nothing.”
But he said in his heart: There is indeed a difference between closeness and distance.
The difference in treatment is obvious.
Next, Suo Wuchang asked the female spiritual master about the news about Wuchang Palace, how long it had been since he was unconscious, and other questions.
The female spiritual master was very friendly from beginning to end and answered all of Suo Wuchang's questions.
Suo Wuchang doesn't think it's because of his strong affinity or because the female spiritual master is really friendly, but because of Mi August's influence.
The other side.
Jiang Shou, who was treated differently, also woke up from a coma.
However, when Jiang Shou saw the people around him clearly, he had the illusion that he was still dreaming.
Otherwise how could he see...
"Grandpa?"
Jiang Tong nodded.
Jiang Shou glanced sideways again, "Aunt?"
Jiang Meng smiled at him and asked comfortingly: "Is everything okay?"
Jiang Shou closed his eyes, opened them again, and murmured: "Is this a dream or a trick of the imagination?"
Until he was slapped on the forehead, "You brat." A familiar scolding voice.
Jiang Shou opened his eyes suddenly and stared at Jiang Tong and Jiang Tong in disbelief.
“Grandpa, it’s really you and my aunt... How is it possible? It’s not the day of spiritual passage that happens once every ten years, and I was there before...”
Thinking of what happened before he fell into coma, Jiang Shou fell into a trance again. Obviously I can remember all the memories, but it's so amazing that I can't believe it.
"Brat, you are a blessing in disguise, thanks to Master Mi." Jiang Channel.
Hearing the familiar title, Jiang Shou said: "Master Mi, Mi August?"
Jiang Tong said sternly: "Next time, don't call Master Mi directly by his name."
Even though they had been separated for several years, Jiang Shou's awe for Jiang Tong always existed. When he gave him a harsh lesson, he instinctively sat upright and said, "Yes!"
And thus regained the familiarity with his grandfather, Bring that dreamy feeling closer to reality.
Jiang Shou noticed the aura around Jiang Tong, "...Grandpa, are you a spiritual master?"
Hearing this, Jiang Tong smiled, "That's right."
Obviously he has broken through as a spiritual boy and became an official spiritual master, but he still feels happy when he hears his grandson say it. You must know that this has always been his obsession and he often mentions it in front of his grandson.
"How is this possible..." Jiang Shou murmured, that dreamy feeling coming back again.
His grandfather is in the Mortal Continent and is too old to become a formal spiritual master.
"The Lord God bless you." Jiang Tong said and looked at Jiang Shou again.
Although his face is stern, his eyes are full of pride.
“You have had good luck since you were a child, but you are too stubborn. Unexpectedly, you are in line with God’s will.”
"God's will..." Jiang Shou recalled some memories before his death in a trance, "Night Wandering God."
"That's right." Jiang Tongtong, "But there must be Master Mi's help. Get up when you are better." Come with me to say thank you to Master Mi."
The words came out harshly.
Jiang Shou got out of bed obediently, his face full of mist.
Jiang Meng stopped, "Father, it is necessary for Jiang Shou to go and thank Master Mi in person, but before that, it is better to talk to Jiang Shou about the current situation, so as not to let Jiang Shou know everything. I don’t know, I accidentally offended Mr. Mi.”
Jiang Shou immediately cast a grateful look at his aunt.
He is really weird about the current situation.
Jiang Tong was silent for two seconds and agreed with Jiang Meng's words.
Jiang Meng and Jiang Shou spent most of the next day explaining, and then Jiang Shou maintained a dumbfounded expression, his mouth barely closing.
At the end of the explanation, Jiang Meng said: "My father and I originally just wanted to be in contact with you, or it would be better to meet. But Master Mi is kind-hearted and promised to help you escape from the Palace of Impermanence, or to compile a book for you. Who would have thought that there would be chaos in the Palace of Impermanence, and you would be caught up in it.”
At this time Jiang Tong asked, "What kind of civil strife happened in the Palace of Impermanence, and how did you get involved?"
Jiang Shou paused, grinned and said, "Let aunt finish what she said. I'll tell you again."
Jiang Tong frowned and looked at him thoughtfully.
Jiang Meng said: "Master Mi is going to save you next, but you are trying too hard to get into the eyes of the God Lord."
Speaking of this, Jiang Meng and Jiang Tong's faces were filled with tears. Visible joy.
"The last time it was Meng Tingchun who had this honor."
"..." Jiang Shou was stunned.
Jiang Meng glanced at him, "He is the one who came from Yunmo Continent, went to Lingzhou with you on a spiritual ship, and is now the master of Cuixia Valley."
Jiang Tong took advantage of every opportunity. Instruction, "Tighten your skin, don't fall behind others."
Jiang Shou joked when he heard this, "Then I can't just sit around and be the master of the Impermanence Hall."
One word becomes a prophecy.
The next day, after Jiang Tong counted the time and asked the night manager for instructions, he brought Jiang Shou to see Mi August.
After several years of not seeing each other, the appearance of both parties has not changed much, that is, they have grown from teenagers to more mature ones.
On the contrary, looking at Mi Feixue makes me feel the passage of time even more.
When Jiang Shou first saw Mi Feixue standing next to Mi August, he didn't recognize it at all. He was the black kid who was as skinny as a fire stick.
But when they looked at each other, the feeling of numb scalp was still fresh in my memory.
In this meeting, Jiang Shou, who had always been cheerful and talkative, didn't know how to speak. It was only Jiang Tong and Jiang Meng who kept him quiet.
In just a few words, Jiang Shou gradually regained a sense of familiarity in Mi August's calm and soft tone, and occasionally he could interject a sentence.
When asked about Jiang Shou’s future plans.
Before Jiang Shou could answer, Jiang Tong rushed to answer, "It all depends on Master Mi's arrangement."
Jiang Shou silently shut up.
Mi August smiled, "Now the Wuchang Hall is leaderless."
Jiang Shou: "???"
No way!