The Green Gourd Sword Fairy

　　 "Hong Kei, Hong Kei!"

　　 A majestic man in the imperial garden was standing by the pond, and he was 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 he had a pair of black eyes, but his eyebrows were three-thirds heroic, making him handsome and extraordinary.

　　 "Father!"

　　 The child frolicked by the pond, suddenly ran to the majestic man, pulled his sleeves and said:

　　 "It's too boring here, you take me out to play."

　　 The majestic man touched the child's head affectionately, and whispered:

　　 "Honggui, good deed! After your tenth birthday, my father will take you to Xianshan!"

　　 "Wow! Fairy Mountain, okay, okay! Father, you are not allowed to shame."

　　 "Making a fool of myself, I'll keep my promises, how can there be a child's play!" The majestic man pretended to be angry and said with a beard.

　　 But the child didn’t care, he just arched his head into the middle-aged man’s arms, and shouted:

　　 "Father is the best!"

　　 The majestic man smiled and touched the head of the child in his arms affectionately. When the setting sun fell, it shone on the father and son with a warm afterglow.

　　...

　　 Time flies, the children of the past are now teenagers.

　　The boy was wearing plain clothes at this time, standing outside a courtyard in a deep mountain and old forest.

　　 Behind him is a majestic man in a yellow robe, and in front of him is a dusty wooden door.

　　 At this time, an old voice came from the courtyard:

　　 "Li Zhi! Although I have an old relationship with your ancestors, they are all hundreds of years ago. Do you think that with this relationship, you can let the old man accept him as a disciple?"

　　 The man in the yellow robe looked solemn and immediately said respectfully:

　　 "The younger generation dare not! This is a precious treasure obtained by our soldiers and soldiers in a remote place, and is dedicated to the immortal."

　　 As he spoke, he took out a pebble-sized fine iron, held it in his palm, and raised it respectfully over his head.

　　Hu!

　　 A breeze passed.

　　 There is a sloppy old way in front of the two.

　　 This person has a black face and no beard, and his dim eyes stared at the iron fast in the palm of the yellow robe man's palm, unexpectedly revealing two brilliant lights.

　　 "Heaven's meteorite!"

　　 The old Dao murmured, and then the big sleeve flicked, and the iron in the yellow robe man's hand disappeared.

　　 "Hehe, Nephew Li Xian is interested."

　　 The old way changed his indifferent attitude before, and he reached out and touched the head of the young man in front of him.

　　 "Well, it's a good spiritual root, it can indeed enter my door."

　　 The yellow-robed man looked happy, kicked the gray-clothed boy from behind, and said anxiously:

　　 "Hurry up and give an apprenticeship!"

　　 The young man was ignorant, knelt on the ground, and knocked his head three times toward the old way.

　　 "Good boy, get up! From now on, you will follow to practice the Taoism for the teacher, and give you the Taoist name for the teacher, Yun Xuzi."

　　 "Thank you, Master!"

　　...

　　 Clouds do not know where they are, and there is no time to return.

　　 You leisurely white cloud Cang dog, dazed by the pale yellow turning over.

　　 The prince who once entered the mountain to cultivate the Taoism, now looking back, it is nothing but a human being.

　　 "Father! Father!"

　　 With a scream, a young man in soap robes rushed into a palace. Inside the palace, the fire was full of flames, and everything was burnt red.

　　 Inside and outside the palace, there are soldiers and guards who died in battle, as well as maids and concubines.

　　 Severed limbs fly across, the fire is raging, shouts, calls for help, outline this **** among adults.

　　 But these are not what the young man cares about. He only cares about one person.

　　Go to the study room!

　　 The young man shuddered and pushed open the door, only to see a man in the room, dressed in a yellow robe, sitting dreadfully, glaring at the door.

　　 "Father!"

　　 The young man yelled, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees.

　　 After a while, he crawled up to the man with a shiver.

　　 I saw that the man's lips were black, his orifices were bleeding, and when he was gently touched by the youth, the whole head actually rolled down like this.

　　 This person was chopped off the neck by someone else!

　　 "Father!"

　　 The young man couldn't bear it anymore. He crawled under the feet of the man in the yellow robe, and cried loudly. For a while, he was like a homeless child.

　　 "Cultivating the Tao and the Tao, the Tao has not been completed, but the family is gone! Dad, why did you let me do this?!"

　　............

　　 Times have changed, and now Yun Xuzi, who is attracted by the heart demon, is disheveled and looks like crazy. The cyan aura on his body exploded, smashing several open spaces beside him, and at the same time it also scarred his whole body.

　　 He was already badly injured, and being tempted by the demon at this time is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire and dragging him into a place where he will never be restored.

　　 Yun Xuzi's eyes were dizzy, and he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood.

　　 "There are so many things in the past. For example, I was so focused on returning to the country, but I was repeatedly frustrated. Is it really just a dream, and now the dream should wake up too?"

　　 He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but then realized that he could no longer make a sound.

　　 "It's time to go home..."

　　 This was Yun Xuzi's last thought before he died.

　　 With the soap-robed man falling backwards, the Ninth Prince of Tang, who had left home and entered the mountains to practice the Taoism, no longer exists in the world.

　　 The surrounding illusions disappeared one by one, revealing a gray-clothed boy and a blue-clothed woman.

　　 "This life is like duckweed, but he is actually a poor person." Zhao Xunzhen sighed as he looked at the man in front of him.

　　 Liang Yan didn't say a word, but went straight to the front of Yun Xuzi, reached out to his forehead, and performed the soul search technique.

　　 After a while, Liang Yan took Yun Xuzi's storage bag~www.ltnovel.com~ and poured out a red pill from it and threw it directly into his mouth.

　　 At the entrance of the elixir, Liang Yan immediately sat cross-legged, refining his exercises silently.

　　 After a half of the incense stick time, Liang Yan stood up, and Zhao Xunzhen, who had been waiting aside, asked at this time:

　　 "The poison is detoxified?"

　　 Liang Yan nodded and said, "Fortunately, the poison that Yun Xuzi has put in place has an antidote on his body in order to control others."

　　 "Then what about Yun Xuzi's corpse?" Zhao Xunzhen asked again.

　　 Liang Yan looked down and sighed:

　　 "This person finally had a relationship with me, and now that the grievances are cleared, let's help him enter the soil for peace."

　　 "Also, the dust returns to the dust, the soil returns to the 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.

　　 And Liang Yan used his magical powers and moved a stone pier to the top of the cemetery.

　　 He hesitated for a moment, still stretched out his hand on the stone pier and wrote: "Li Honggui's tomb."

　　 "Brother Liang, are we still in the ninth formation?"

　　 Zhao Xun really tilted his head, looking at the dim place ahead and asked.

　　 "The Three Tribulations in the inner formation, refining the Thunder Sea and the Mind Demon Enchantment have passed, only the last peach blossom miasma is left. But don't worry, I have a bottle spirit in my hand, these three and nine great formations are useless to us."

　　 As Liang Yan's voice just fell, a small white jade bottle popped out of his chest and landed on Liang Yan's shoulder gently and skillfully.

　　The two soybean-sized eyes on the bottle were listless, looking bored.