Estranged

Xie Chunxi never thought that a single word he said back then could change half of a little girl's life.

Ordinary people may be discouraged when they hear him say that, and give up their ambitions.

Because Xu Jingxian was an ordinary person at that time, and Xie Chunxi was already a prestigious monk in the Taoist sect. Few people questioned the conclusions that monks made about ordinary people.

Xie Chunxi said that she couldn't practice Taoism, and her father also told her to take care of her. He hoped that she would learn some piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and then find a well-matched family, marry and have children, and live a smooth life. Xu Jingxian didn't believe this evil.

Accidentally stumbled into Moxiu, and accidentally stumbled into Yangzhencao. Now Xu Jingxian is no longer someone Xie Chunxi can humiliate at will and change her destiny with one sentence, but that doesn't mean she can let go of everything in the past.

Xie Chunxi was half confused and half ignorant. Before he could react, he was forced to defend. After fighting for a while, he found that something was wrong.

Why is this witch so amazingly powerful?

Halfway through the fight between the two, Xie Chunxi was suppressed and retreated inch by inch. Finally, the flying sword came out of its sheath and tangled with the opponent's yarn. It was very difficult, and the rainbow light drawn by the gauze hit her head, and she couldn't help but staggered, her lower abdomen was hit hard, and she hit the tree trunk backward.

Xie Chunxi gasped: "Stop!"

Xu Jingxian sneered, naturally she would not stop, as soon as she let go, Sha Ling was urged by spiritual power, and swept towards Xie Chunxi again.

When the bystanders saw the two monks starting to fight again in the garden, they all ran away in fright.

Xie Chunxi was also beaten up, and the two fought harder and harder, destroying most of the trees in the garden, and then flew directly to the outside of the city, which was a posture of preparing for a big fight.

Seeing that the disaster is coming to the east, Chang Ming takes the sea of ​​clouds and walks out with satisfaction.

Although the guards in the palace didn't know his identity, but judging by the attitude of the Empress Dowager Ku He and others towards Chang Ming, naturally they dared not stop him.

"Teacher stay!"

Song Nanyan chased up from behind, with hurried steps.

Just now he was worried about the emperor's situation, so he also stayed with the queen mother for a while.

"Teacher, just now the Empress Dowager told me that I hope I can keep the two of you here for a few more days to see if I can cure Your Majesty's illness."

Song Nanyan was rejected by Chang Ming before, knowing that he would be rejected again if he knew this sentence, but he had to convey it.

Changming really said: "Your emperor is not sick now, he just has one body and two souls, and Princess Zhaoyue's body is occupied by demons, and her soul is very compatible with your emperor, even if Da Luo Immortal comes, it will be difficult to separate them .”

Song Nanyan smiled bitterly: "Since the princess's body can't be found for a while, can I find another one that matches the princess's soul and remove her?"

Chang Ming also smiled: "The one that fits, isn't it the current one?"

Song Nanyan: ...

Changming: "There is no such thing as a soul that fits with a body that is not your own. In your words, Princess Zhaoyue is destined to be with your emperor. With Ku He watching, there will be no major troubles. If you think it is true If it’s inconvenient, we can only change the emperor.”

Song Nanyan was speechless, his mood at the moment really matched his name.

The empress dowager is only such a biological son, and if another emperor is changed, even the king Hui who intends to rebel today can only be considered.

If it is still the current His Majesty—

From now on, there will be one during the day and another at night. Do these ministers still have to serve two emperors with completely different temperaments?

Song Nanyan just thought of the way the emperor raised his orchid finger to wipe his tears just now, he felt dizzy and didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"Teacher, there are still a few days until the 15th of July. You and Senior Brother Yun might as well rest at my house. I will never bother you with those mundane chores. I will make you comfortable!"

Chang Ming said: "No need, your Senior Brother Yun is injured, I will take him back first, and I don't need to come here again in the next few days, if there is a destiny in the future, maybe you and I will meet again."

This is what it means to say goodbye.

Song Nanyan felt a sense of loss in his heart, even though he was usually eloquent, but he was a little at a loss as to what to say to a master who was indifferent to oil and salt.

Regarding the fact that the teacher is a monk, he still has a sense of unreality that is still in a dream.

"Then, this disciple will help you send Senior Brother Yun back."

He reached out to help Yunhai, but the latter seemed to have droopy eyelids, but retracted his arms, leaving Song Nanyan in emptiness.

Song Nanyan: ...

Chang Ming smiled: "He is spoiled by me, and he has a very bad temper."

Yun Hai twitched the corners of his mouth, telling nonsense to his opening eyes was not because he was too lazy to refute, but because he had no energy to refute.

He was very tired, and it wasn't really because he wanted to sleep, but because his inner breath was confused and his spiritual power was exhausted.

Not letting Song Nanyan touch him was not out of anger.

It was because he was about to lose control of his devilish energy now, once Song Nanyan got close, it would be very difficult for Yunhai to restrain himself from killing people.

Chang Ming hugged him tightly, using his spiritual power to suppress his devilish energy. It seemed that the clouds were calm, but in fact, Mount Tai was overwhelming, and they were both tense.

When he returned to the house, the string in Yun Hai's mind was finally stretched to the extreme, he pinched Chang Ming's wrist with his backhand, and pinched Chang Ming's neck with the other hand.

His eyes were red and his mind was gone.

But the next moment, his hand loosened, and his body went limp to the ground.

The sword light flew over suddenly and hit several large holes behind Yunhai, and the Sifei sword hovered in the air, as if responding to Chang Ming's call just now.

His mind moved slightly, and he came from thousands of miles away. After reuniting after a long absence, the sword regained its tacit understanding with him in the past.

Chang Ming withdrew his sword light, supported the table with one hand, and formed a barrier around the yard with one hand to prevent anyone from rushing in.

As soon as the barrier was cast, he couldn't help coughing, blood coughed out from the corner of his mouth, before he could cover it with his hands, it splashed on Yun Hai.

The sea of ​​clouds is completely unknown.

He had a long dream.

In the dream, he was carrying a long sword and was about to go on a long journey. He said to Jiufang Changming standing on the steps: "I have already thought very clearly, that is, going out to practice for ten, twenty, or two hundred years, my way My heart is still yours."

"My heart is not you."

Chang Ming said coldly, his voice was extraordinarily indifferent due to the thick ice and snow.

"Everything in the world is the most taboo to force. You have to teach me, where does it fall?"

Yunhai, no, it was still Yun Weisi at that time, looking at the other party without blinking.

"Only those who are persistent can seek the great way. Master, are you unwilling to seek it, or are you afraid to seek it?"

Jiufang Changming did not answer this question, he turned and walked into the Taoist temple, leaving only one sentence.

"Kneel for another three days."

In such a snowy day, not to mention three days, even three hours, people are useless.

But monks are not ordinary people after all, Yun Weisi felt that he was about to turn into ice and snow in the snow and ice.

Riding on the wind, exhaling into ice, like—

Just like in the Eight Treasures Langhuan Pagoda, his primordial spirit is divided into two, half of which embraces Changming, like holding a thousand-year-old ice, trying to warm it with body temperature, and the other half is a group of demons dancing wildly, trying to wrap it up. The most extreme evil in the world is transferred to the other party.

Thoughts jumped suddenly, like watching flowers on horseback, ignoring the past and present, in a state of chaos.

Yunhai's panting became heavier, and he suddenly opened his eyes!

He was lying on the bed, while Chang Ming was sitting at the table reading a book with his back to him.

Where is the dream and where is the truth?

Yun Hai closed his eyes, opened them again, and said to Chang Ming, "Master."

The other party hummed, held the bamboo scroll in his hand and watched intently, without raising his head: "How do you feel?"

For a moment, Yunhai couldn't tell whether he was still in the Jade Emperor Temple, or Nankey Yimeng, the past was like smoke and glass illusion.

"Master, you turn your head, I want to see you." He whispered, with a bit of pleading that he didn't realize.

"How old are you, why are you still acting like a child?"

Jiufang Changming was finally willing to put down the bamboo scroll in his hand, and slowly turned his head.

But, that face—

Yun Hai suddenly shook his body!

With a blue face and fangs, his eyes were bleeding, and there was an indescribable evil in his eyes.

"Do you think I look like your master?"