A loud sneeze came from the thatched cottage in the green forest.
Zhao Zhengli, a white-haired man in a plain shirt, rubbed his nose and looked out the window with some age spots on his eyes: "It's rare for someone to still care about you when you reach this stage, no matter how good or bad you are!"
Yu Xiaowei, who had been paying attention to his actions, quickly said, "Maybe the sisters of the Bi family who have separated from the Taoist priest are thinking of you!"
After hearing this, Zhao Zhengli, who looked very old, sighed with a complicated expression, but finally did not answer.
Yu Xiaowei noticed something was wrong, pursed her red lips and changed the topic: "Maybe some Taoist priests from Qingcheng Mountain are thinking about you?"
Zhao Zhengli, who had snow-white hair, finally had a smile on his lips, but it was just a little bitter.
Yu Xiaowei, who was dressed in a white dress, moved closer and looked at the handsome man who was supposed to be in his prime and suddenly aged. She felt inexplicable pain in her heart, but there was nothing she could do about it.
The past is as vivid as yesterday.
She was even thinking, if everything hadn't happened, would they have met, would they have fallen in love, would they have spent time together day and night?
Thinking about Yu Xiaowei, her thoughts were entangled and knotted, and she didn't know whether to be sad or happy.
If she was sincere, she felt that it would be best to go back to the past, so that he would still be the carefree Taoist priest in Qingcheng Mountain, and she would still be the reclusive young lady in Shangshu Mansion.
Unfortunately, there is no if!
The white-haired Zhao Zhenglixiao noticed her mood swings and smiled to comfort him: "Walking around in the world, life and death are unpredictable. For those who defy heaven and practice Taoism, anything is possible until they die. Even if they die, they can still fake corpses, right? Besides, the Taoist is still dead. If you live once, what does it mean to spend decades of your life now?"
Miss Yu, who was not good at speaking, didn't know how to answer for a moment.
She clenched her clothes tightly, and a blush appeared on her pretty fair face: "Taoist Priest, can you watch the sunset with me?"
Zhao Zhengli was stunned for a moment, glanced at the sun that was mostly setting in the west, and replied quickly: "As long as you don't get tired of it, you can watch it every day from now on."
The pretty face that was slightly drunk and blushing instantly turned red to the point of bleeding.
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The setting sun slants over the distant mountains, and the shadows with white hair and blue silk are nestled against each other.
The two of them sat side by side on the roof of the thatched cottage, their white hair and green silk hair floating in the wind, tangled and intertwined in the wind.
Zhao Zhengli, who is already in his twilight years, has never felt that the sunset is so beautiful.
He stretched out and lay lazily on the thick thatched roof, squinting at the sunset that burned half of the sky, and said to himself: "My senior brother in charge of the mountain used to let me watch the rise and fall of the sky. He said that practice is the process of tracing back to the origin of the great road. Observation As the sun rose and set, I felt my body exhale and breathe. At that time, I just felt that he was getting old and looking for excuses to take a nap. "
As he spoke, his white hair on his temples brushed his face, and he squinted his eyes slightly: "Although I still don't understand, it seems now that the beautiful sunset is indeed very suitable for taking a nap!"
Yu Xiaowei's Taoist practice is different, and she does not understand the practice of watching the rising and setting of the sun to understand one's own body. She is naturally inspired by love. In her eyes, this white-haired old man is still the handsome and fair Taoist priest before.
She lay beside her naturally, with the afterglow slanting on the beauty's cheek. She looked sideways at the white-haired man: "They say the early sun is hope, and the sunset is like regret. If you ask me, if you meet the right person and do the right thing, No regrets at any time and anywhere.”
Zhao Zhengli didn't dare to look at her and looked up at the sunset: "Doing something you know you can't do, no matter whether it's right or wrong, will only increase your sadness."
Yu Xiaowei smiled resolutely: "Master Yuan Yi once said that you can't keep yesterday, and you can't know tomorrow, but you can only control today. So live in the present, and any long-lasting and grand plans are all illusions. What you can have today is only So what if we fight for the day and night?"
Zhao Zhengli couldn't answer the question for a while, so he could only stare at the sunset in the sky in trance.
Yu Xiaowei did not shy away from looking at the stunned white-haired Zhao Zhengli. His old face still showed the handsomeness of his youth, and his slightly lost eyes had a hint of worry over time.
He fell into a trance as he stared at her, his black-haired head leaning against his shoulder involuntarily.
This move made Zhao Zhengli stiffen, but in the end he did not object and allowed her to lean against him.
However, after receiving acquiescence, the beauty on her shoulders became a little more unscrupulous, and her delicate body slowly came closer and nestled in her arms.
Zhao Zhengli glanced sideways. The jade beauty he had brought into his arms on his own initiative was so tempting that he, a young eagle who had never tasted the beauty of a woman, had no resistance.
A fragrance unique to the opposite sex hit his nostrils, disturbing the Qingcheng Taoist priest's heartbeat and beating rapidly.
The beauty who threw herself into her arms buried her head deeply with her charming eyes. She never thought that one day she would be so proactive, without caring about the gentle image of a lady.
This kind of behavior is not just a whim of her head. If she is really gentle and gentle, she may never be able to make progress with this elm-like Taoist priest. Now that he is in a precarious situation, he may leave regrets at any time. Instead of that, it is better to Take a bold step.
Zhao Zhengli probably knew what she was thinking, but he was just the opposite. He couldn't put aside all kinds of worries. With his current situation, it was difficult to guarantee the outcome of this love.
Although he has a thief's heart, he has no thief's courage, so he appears as holy as a deity and as pure as an ancient Buddha.
Far away from the green mountains, white robes and blue skirts stood on the top of the mountain overlooking everything. Yuan Chaoyang, handsome in white robes, hated the iron and said: "What an elm-headed person, they are both baby birds. How can the difference be so big? Everyone is like this." If you take the initiative and still remain indifferent, you usually peek at the Taoist health books on the mountain, but in reality, you won't be able to do it half the time?"
The beautiful woman in the glazed blue dress glanced at her charmingly: "That's what I call a sense of responsibility."
Then he said resentfully: "I thought everyone was as irresponsible as you. If we didn't stop them, would they really have the guts to take away those little goblins from the Du family?"
Yuan Chaoyang felt guilty: "Guifen, how can those girls compare to you? No matter how beautiful they are, they are just pill furnaces. We are the real couple who have gone through years of development."
Yang Guifen, who was wearing a glazed blue dress, pointed out without hesitation: "That sounds grand, but you're just coveting other people's tender bodies."
The handsome young man seemed to have been greatly wronged: "I don't have any evil thoughts. I was all prepared for Mr. Zhao. Who would have thought that this guy is so ignorant that even the beauties on the beauty list would be indifferent."
The beautiful woman rolled her eyes meaningfully, but in the end she didn't point it out any further.
As the sun set and the sunset glow faded, one white and one blue quietly came to the thatched cottage. Yuan Chaoyang moved a bench to enjoy the last ray of afterglow with Yang Guifen under the eaves.
After the sunset, there was a pair lying on the roof and a pair sitting under the eaves.
"It's dark and there's no progress. Is Mr. Zhao asleep?"
A sudden sentence came out from under the eaves, frightening the two people on the rooftop.
Both of them are cultivators, and Zhao Zhengli's realm is far behind. Although Yu Xiaowei has just entered the master realm, her perception is not weaker than that of a mid-level master. Even an ordinary grand master cannot get so close quietly.
Therefore, the other party's realm is defined as being above the Grand Master. If the other party is not kind, the two of them will not know how to die when they arrive at the Palace of Hell. How can they not be frightened.
Zhao Zhengli quickly woke up from his panic and realized that there were only a handful of people in the world who could call himself "Zhao Boy". He straightened his clothes, smoothed down his white hair, and jumped off the roof while holding the still unconscious Miss Yu.
He was surprised by the handsome man and beautiful woman who caught his eye. He had never seen it before in his memory, but the smile of the white-robed young man was extremely familiar. After searching to no avail, he carefully gave a Taoist bowing ceremony: "May I ask you, senior?"
The young man in white robe said half-jokingly: "It's just that I have been peeking at my health-preserving books for so many years and I didn't dare to put them to use. I haven't recognized my Tao yet. Is it because I have consumed my vitality and am old and confused? Or have I been beaten stupid by those shameless old men?" "
Zhao Zhengli, who was already in his twilight years, felt warm when he heard the words "health book". He could no longer hold back his emotions and said tremblingly: "Senior Brother Yuan..."
Before he could finish his sensational words, the young master in white robe interrupted with a wave of his hand: "I'm going down the mountain to do some errands! By the way, the master will let me take a look at you. You don't need to say anything, I already know it!"
After saying that, he introduced the woman in the glazed blue dress next to him: "This is your Sister-in-law Yang!"
Zhao Zhengli hurriedly saluted: "I've met my sister-in-law!"
Yang Guifen nodded with a smile and responded: "Chaoyang said it was calm and calm. In fact, he spent a lot of time on this journey for his junior brother. He climbed the three temples and five courtyards of Shaolin in the north, and stepped into the Du family's old house in Cangzhou. It was shocking. The whole northern world!"
The handsome young man in white robe said nonchalantly: "Who can't bully a small one with a big one!"
Zhao Zhengli was moved again, but before he could speak, Yuan Chaoyang looked at the beauty beside him who was bowing her head shyly throughout the whole process: "Why don't you guys introduce me quickly?"
He scratched his long snow-white hair and said, "The daughter of the Minister of War, Yu Xiaowei!"
The young lady of the Yu family had not yet recovered from her shy mood, and she made a ladylike gift of ten thousand blessings, and bravely shouted: "Xiao Wei has seen my senior brother and sister-in-law!"
After saying this, her pretty face was already red to the point of bleeding. Yuan Chaoyang and Yang Guifen were so happy that they yelled three times in a row, "Okay, okay!" with soft eyes.
Yuan Chaoyang touched his body and said with an embarrassed smile: "I was traveling in a hurry, so I didn't prepare any gifts."
Then he waved his sleeves, and Yu Xiaowei felt a set of exquisite sword techniques flash before her eyes like a dream. The speed was extremely fast, but she could remember every move and every move.
This is the transformation of the sword intention, which condenses Yuan Chaoyang's yin and yang Taoism. Yu Xiaowei may not be able to understand it deeply in a short period of time, but it will definitely be of great benefit to figure it out in the long term.
The white-robed young man turned to Zhao Zhengli, who was white-haired in his old age. He flicked his sleeves, and a terrifying aura rushed out from his sleeves. It was so pure and rich that it almost transformed. Buddha's light, eminent monks, golden lotuses, spiritual veins and other illusory transformed objects could be vaguely seen. .
He looked at Zhao Zhengli, who was almost knocked unconscious by the majestic spiritual energy tank: "Cause and effect are irreversible, this is all the help that senior brother can do!"
The spring night gradually became more buzzing with insects, and the candlelight in the thatched cottage was bright. Yuan Chaoyang in white robe was leaning on the bench comfortably, and Yang Guifen was close beside him. The two of them looked at the other two people who were concentrating and closing their eyes.
Yu Xiaowei closed her eyes and crossed her legs, as quiet as an orchid.
The white-haired late Zhao Zhengli was wrapped in spiritual energy, and visions surrounded him. The 365 acupuncture points opened in the Wulu Temple were like rain after a long drought, devouring the spiritual energy crazily, forming a thumb-sized spiritual energy vortex.
Zhao Zhengli only felt hundreds of warm currents pouring into his body, irrigating the eight extraordinary meridians, filling the skin, flesh, muscles and bones. Qi and blood surged and increased. His white hair turned black visibly to the naked eye, his wrinkles and marks faded away, and his skin became elastic and firm.
Zhao Zhengli's fair skin gradually revealed the divine light, and his eyes instantly opened, two sharp rays of light flashed, and the aura was better than that of the banished immortal god.
Yuan Chaoyang murmured: "It's too much!"
