Just after arriving at midnight in the dead of night, Xiaoqian, who had disappeared for two days, opened the door of Ning Caichen's room again.
Ning Caichen was stunned, looked at him and asked, "Why are you here again? Hero Yan from the south room is in the room today."
Xiaoqian changed into a white dress today. She was obviously in a bad mood and frowned slightly, which made people feel pity at first sight.
Looking at Ning Caichen who was sitting in front of the window reading, he said: "The little girl's name is Nie Xiaoqian. She died of illness at the age of eighteen and was buried next to this temple. Unfortunately, she was threatened by monsters and forced me to stay here because of her appearance. people......"
"This is not what I want. There is no harm to anyone in the temple right now. Those ghosts are likely to come to kill you."
Ning Caichen was horrified when he heard it. It was the first time in his life that he had heard of such a shocking thing, and he couldn't stop forwarding it.
Thinking about his past, he asked Xiaoqian to think of ways to help him escape. Nie Xiaoqian said quietly: "Go and live with Yan Chixia in Mianwu. Only his house is free from disasters."
Ning Caichen asked: "Why don't you try to confuse Yan Chixia?"
Xiaoqian timidly replied: "He is a cultivator, and the demons and ghosts in the world dare not approach him!"
Ning Caichen asked again: "How do you confuse others?"
Nie Xiaoqian sighed and replied: "Those who are close to us only need to... do this. When they pass out, the ghosts in the mountains will come to suck their blood... ..."
"Sometimes, I use gold ingots to seduce them, but they are actually the bones of Rakshasa ghosts... Both of these methods are the consequences of people's greed for money and lust..."
Ning Caichen sighed and said, "Even if people in the world are greedy for money and lust, you can't kill people."
Xiaoqian looked at him and said, "You'd better think about your own situation!"
Ning Caichen was startled, looked at her and asked, "When are you going to take action against me?"
Xiaoqian shook her head and replied softly: "Tomorrow night at the latest."
Ning Caichen sighed quietly and said with a smile: "It seems that I have to go and beg that hero Yan."
Xiaoqian looked at him and nodded and replied: "Only that guy can save you, remember!"
Ning Caichen smiled and said, "Don't be afraid. I'll go knock on his door early tomorrow morning. I won't give up on this face. It's important to save my life."
When leaving, Xiaoqian cried: "I am deeply tortured by monsters. Please save me from the sea of suffering. Take my ashes to a clean place for burial. The little girl is very grateful."
Ning Caichen agreed to her request and asked, "Where is your grave? I'll look for it when I leave."
Xiao Fu said quietly: "Please remember, there is a crow's nest on the poplar tree behind the temple." He opened the door and disappeared in a moment.
...
The next day, Ning Caichen was afraid that Yan Chixia would go out to visit friends. Early in the morning, she opened his door, told him one by one about the troubles she encountered, and asked him to find a way for her to solve the problem at hand.
When Yan Chixia heard this, she laughed loudly and said, "Evildoers dare to run rampant in the world. It doesn't matter. All you need to do tonight is me... to ensure that you are safe and sound."
Ning Caichen picked up the thing Yan Chixia gave him, took out the bag and took a look. It turned out to be a shining golden sword.
Yan Chixia looked at him and smiled: "Don't underestimate this sword, it can help you slay demons and keep you safe!"
Upon hearing this, Ning Xuchen was grateful and said goodbye.
Back in the house, Ning Caichen placed the golden sword on the table by the window and quietly waited for night to come.
There was a storm and wind blowing in the temple that night, and Ning Caichen spent the night worried.
Early the next morning, Ning Caichen pushed open the door and went out of the window to check, and found a pool of blood on the ground.
Xindao Yan Daxia was indeed a man of god, and he killed the monsters in the temple.
Ning Caichen walked out of the temple and saw a deserted tomb in the north of the temple. Looking again, there was indeed a poplar tree with a crow's nest on the tree.
In such a situation, Ning Caichen had no intention of obtaining fame and only wanted to go home and save his life.
After finishing his work, Ning Caichen packed his bags and planned to go home.
Before leaving, Yan Chixia bought a jar of wine and cooked vegetables to see him off. He gave the broken skin bag to Ning Caichen, and he told him: "This is a sword bag. Keep it well, it can ward off monsters."
Ning Caichen said, "How about I learn swordsmanship from the hero?"
Yan Chixia smiled and said: "Our profession is too hard, and it is not something that a scholar like you can learn."
After the demon Heishan, who was injured by Yan Chixia's sword, recovered his vitality, he decided to marry Xiaoqian and become his demon queen.
Heishan found Xiaoqian in the woods returning home. In order to protect Ning Caichen, Xiaoqian deliberately avoided him, but was subdued by Yan Chixia. Yan Chixia sealed Xiaoqian in a cave to cure Xiaoqian's evil poison.
Ning Caichen used his own blood to brew medicine for Xiaoqian... Heishan chased Xiaoqian and Ning Caichen halfway, but they were stopped by Yan Chixia, and they were able to escape.
Early the next morning, Heishan chased to the lake, but Ning Caichen had an amulet on him and could not approach. Heishan used the illusion of Lanxi to deceive Ning Caichen. When Ning Caichen woke up, Xiaoqian had already disappeared.
When Xiaoqian was fighting Heishan in the mountains, Ning Caichen and Taoist Master Yan arrived. After a fierce battle, Yan Chixia used the supreme Taoist swordsmanship to annihilate Heishan, while Xiaoqian was also wiped out...
Having said this, the scholar sitting in front of Li Xiuyuan took a scroll and slowly unfolded it. On it, he saw a woman in her twenties and eighties, with lightly wrinkled eyebrows and smokey eyes embroidered on it.
At first glance, the man in the painting seems to have come to life, staring blankly at the two men in front of him.
The man looked at the woman in the painting and read softly.
Shiliping Lake is covered with frost
Every inch of blue hair worries about the old age
Look at the moon shape and protect each other
I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals
"Xiaoqian, I'm coming to find you. Just wait for me and let's continue our relationship."
Li Xiuyuan looked at him and sighed softly: "You went this time and forgot all about the past. How can you still remember what happened before and after you?"
After saying this, he stood up, poured a bowl of soup and handed it to the man in front of him. He said quietly: "Drink this bowl of soup and go to reincarnation. I hope you can see the one you love..."
The man took the wooden bowl with both hands, held it in his hands, sighed and slowly drank the soup in the bowl, and then placed the bowl on the table.
Looking at Li Xiuyuan, he replied: "Don't worry, mother-in-law. I have been begging in front of Buddha for countless years, hoping that he can allow me and Xiaofu to reconnect."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, pointed to the side of the bridge and asked, "What is the name of this bridge?"
The man followed his gaze and replied in a daze: "Isn't this bridge Naihe? Why did I go and see the human world?"
After saying goodbye, he said goodbye to Li Xiuyuan and said with a smile: "The mountains are high and the rivers are far away. My mother-in-law takes care of me. I'm going down now."
Without saying anything, he stepped into the golden light. Hearing a buzzing sound, the figure of the man was missing from the Forgotten River Bridge.
"The human world? Interesting... In the blink of an eye, it changed to the human world!"
Looking at the place where the man disappeared, Li Xiuyuan laughed.
Looking at the time, he saw that it was past midnight and he was about to cross the bridge and return to the hut in the village to rest.
It wasn't until Li Xiuyuan crossed the Wangchuan Bridge that he discovered that this was a small village with beautiful scenery. However, for some reason, no one wanted to say hello to Po Meng who lived at the foot of Lingshan Mountain.
I don't know if it's because of fear or other reasons.
In this way, Li Xiuyuan really became a lonely old man.
During the day, you go to the mountains to pick elixirs, and then cook soup on the bridge. After you are ready, you come back to rest until you reach the bridge in the evening.
This kind of life is the simplest for him. Whether it is the small Taoist temple on Luoxia Mountain or the Wangyue Stream on the mountain behind the academy, he has lived like this.
He has long been accustomed to living alone.
Now he just wants to cultivate that flaming sword spirit to great perfection, so that when he leaves here and returns to Black Salt City, he will reach the level of a restored friend.
Once you are in the realm of Poxu, fighting against others will no longer be as painful as before. Every time you encounter a master above Poxu, you will fight tooth and nail.
According to the memory given to him by the woman in the white dress, he found the small courtyard where Po Meng lived, opened the courtyard door, and smelled the fragrance of flowers, which made him feel refreshed.
When he moved into the hospital, he realized that he seemed to have arrived in a worldly medicine garden...
Even the medicine garden behind the bamboo forest in the Endless Fire Territory under Tianxiang Academy above Jiutian is not one-tenth as good as this one.
Even the orchids that Xiaoqing had worked so hard to find had been planted here for more than a dozen. Li Xiuyuan was deeply shocked by just this and a kind of elixir.
It turns out that I don't have to go to the Nine Heavens or the death ruins in the Demon Realm to get the elixir needed for Xiaoqing's nirvana.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but sigh heavily.
Everything has its own cause and effect. If it hadn't been for the previous suffering, I'm afraid I wouldn't have gone to Da Chu to fight a meaningless war, and then come to this Wangchuan Bridge.
Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan secretly thought that if he practiced here for a hundred years, would the flaming sword intention be perfected, from virtual reality to flaming sword power?
If that were the case, wouldn't he have two different sword powers?
The sword power of water and fire? Li Xiuyuan didn't even dare to think about it.
"Let's pack a clean place first. This is a place where we will stay for hundreds of years." Li Xiuyuan thought to himself that he could finally open up his own space and quit.
If today is a full moon night, I might not be able to play a piece of music.
After three reincarnations, he could remember how many years it had been since he had played the piano and how long it had been since he had made a proper cup of tea.
...
For a time, Li Xiuyuan lived a life of paradise in this unknown village. Get up early and go up the mountain to collect herbs, then return to the small courtyard to practice sword practice and understand the meaning of the flaming sword.
After eating a thousand meals, I went back to the bridge to make soup, then went home to read and make tea. I waited until midnight in the evening and then stood on the bridge for two hours, giving soup to all living beings crossing the bridge.
When he met a kind person, Li Xiuyuan would also chat with him. When he met a vicious person, anyone who refused to drink soup and wanted to cross the bridge, Li Xiuyuan would either kick him under the bridge or be beaten by the magic circle on the other side. Fall into the river.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan, oh, no! Po Meng would sigh softly: "What about He Ruo, wouldn't it be nice to have a good drink of soup and cross the bridge?"
Until one day, a monk with a round face and no apparent age came to the bridge.
Po Meng was stunned, looked at the fat monk Shi Shiran approaching and asked, "Does Master also want to be reincarnated?"
The fat monk looked at him and smiled and said: "The monk is stupid and has not practiced enough. He has not been able to jump out of the three realms. Naturally, he wants to drink the bowl of soup from my mother-in-law."
Po Meng smiled, looked at the faint river and said softly: "Master, if you are not in a hurry, how about we chat?"
When the fat monk heard this, he pulled the chair handed over by Granny Meng and said with a smile: "It's rare that Granny Meng is in a good mood, so the monk will chat with you. I wonder what new topics Granny would like to hear?"
Po Meng withdrew her eyes from looking at the river, looked at him and said, "Since the master comes from Buddhism, please tell me interesting stories about Buddhism, so that I can pass this lonely time."
The fat monk didn't expect that Po Meng would be so emotional, so he couldn't help but froze, and after a long time he murmured back: "In this case, the monk will tell Po Meng a little Buddhist incident.
I can’t remember exactly what year it was, but there was a small temple in the mountains.
There lived an old monk and a young monk in the temple. The young monk was less than ten years old. He had a handsome face and was smart.
He's just a bit naughty by nature and often laughs at things for no reason. He said some strange things that made the old monk confused.
