Xianzun is Collapsing Every Day

There was silence above the snow-capped mountains, only a few blue tile huts were located on the top of the mountain. At this moment, the roof tiles are also covered with a layer of silver coat, and when you look around, there is a vast expanse of space.

The two figures stood in the small courtyard in front of the house. Although the weather was bitter and cold, they were only wearing a thin layer of single clothes, but they did not seem to shrink.

The door in front of him opened with a creak, and a fourteen- or fifteen-year-old boy walked out of the room. A small silver star was adorned on his right ear. Although his face was immature, his face showed a bit of stability.

When the two of them saw him outside the door, they immediately showed joy, and said in unison, "Fellow Immortal Suixing, we are here to visit Immortal Venerable Yuelin."

Suixing looked at them with a polite and apologetic expression: "The two immortal friends have come from afar, but unfortunately the master is in retreat and practice, so he cannot receive the two of them."

The two of them didn't seem to be disappointed. They seemed to have anticipated this situation, and immediately took out the storage spirit rings from their bodies: "If that's the case, then please Xianxing Xianxian, please give our thoughts to the Immortal Venerable."

"Yeah, yeah, I've been admiring Immortal Venerable for a long time, and even though I haven't seen it, I want to express my feelings."

Suixing's expression froze for a moment when he saw the spirit tool. He then coughed slightly, closed his eyes again, and declined, "It's not necessary. The master doesn't care about that."

After he finished speaking, he lowered his eyes unnaturally, as if he despised himself who had just said these words.

Fortunately, the two of them didn't notice his expression at all in front of the court, and still enthusiastically shoved the spiritual ring into Suixing's arms: "This is nothing, little friend, don't be polite."

"Xianzun naturally won't care about these external things, but we have to apologize for coming to this hidden mountain without disturbing his cultivation."

After hearing these words, Suixing finally sighed and took the spiritual tool they handed over: "Then thank you two immortal friends."

The two talents finally showed their joy, and they chatted with Suixing for a few incense sticks, and then they went down the mountain contentedly.

Seeing the figures of the two go away, Zuixing slowly closed the door. Holding the two spiritual rings in his hands, he went around the screen with a complicated expression, opened the door again, and finally reached the inner room.

Completely different from the empty and plain outer hall, this inner room is extremely richly furnished, with paintings and calligraphy hanging on the walls, and exquisite porcelain on the carved sandalwood cabinets. The incense in the room was originally a faint scent, but it melted into a sweet fragrance under the steaming heat of the stove.

Tsuruxing was obviously hit by the temperature in the room, and stayed outside the door for a while, as if trying to disperse the excessively strong aroma.

This behavior immediately aroused dissatisfaction from the person on the soft couch. He raised his head lazily, pulled the snow-white fox fur on his body to wrap himself tighter, and said in the same casual tone: "Come in, close the door. ."

Although it was an urging word, the speaker dragged the tone for a long time, and did not seem to care much about the fact that the door was wide open.

Zuixing closed the door according to the words and stared at his master on the soft couch.

I have to admit that his master really had a very good face. When he is not smiling, he is really like the clear breeze and bright moon that outsiders say, like a fairy in the sky.

It's just that this exiled immortal that the outside world has always thought, the master who is in retreat and practice in Zuixing's mouth, is holding a book of words in his left hand and is watching happily, his eyes are not squinting, and his right hand seems to be blind. , the melon seed shells pile up a small **** on the small table.

Suixing couldn't bear to see such a picture, she turned her head and said, "The guests who came to visit have left."

"Really." Only then did Mu Chuihan reluctantly look away from the book, took a sip of tea and threw the book on the soft couch, smiling and flattened his empty hand: "Let me see Look, what kind of treasure we cheated on this time."

Suixing angrily put the two storage spirit rings in his hand and solemnly declared: "It's not me, it's clearly you who swindled..."

"Okay," Mu Chuihan casually said while looking at the treasure in the ring, "It's me who swindled, we Suixing didn't do anything, just fooled everyone..."

Suixing retorted: "I don't have it, you let me..."

Before he could finish his sentence, he heard a surprise scream from Mu Chuihan: "Thousand-year-old snow frost grass, sycamore wood? This time it's a wealthy family!"

After inspecting the spoils of war this time, Mu Chuihan was in a good mood and asked, "Which faction do they belong to?"

Every time Zuixing looked at Mu Chuihan's triumphant appearance, he wished that his true face would be circulated for three months in the entire cultivation world. He curled his lips and recalled reluctantly, "Wangyue Sect."

Wangyuezong, an old friend of Yinqingshan. Although the establishment of the sect is only a few hundred years old, it is called "Mochizuki" because it has gathered a large number of admirers of Xianzun Yuelin. He usually sends good things to Mu Chuihan, which can be regarded as the biggest takeover of these years ,none of them.

"It turned out to be them." Mu Chuihan said gratefully, "Thank you Moon Moon Sect for your affirmation and love for me over the hundreds of years.

Suixing couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted: "Then you should practice hard, in order to soar and set an example for the Moon Moon Sect."

He pointed to the extravagant decorations in the room, his young face wrinkled, and he said bitterly: "Look at you, you have already entered a happy state, and you are still wrapped in fur because of the chill. Pride and lust, do not think about progress , Now you are the only one in the Happy Realm, but sooner or later there will be thousands of troops who will come later..."

Mu Chuihan listened to Juixing's words with a smile, blowing the hot tea in his hand from time to time. When Suixing finally finished all the sermons in one breath, he tilted his head and pondered: "Suixing, you said that since you are my sword, I have raised you for so many years, how can you be so old-fashioned, a little bit. Not with me?"

Suixing jumped and said: "Fortunately, I don't follow you!"

Mu Chuihan tried to win back his heart of the spirit sword, and explained, "I don't call it arrogance and extravagance." He pointed to the heater, and then took care of the fox fur, and said slowly, "This is called human fireworks. The world will never see such human fireworks."

Tsukuyoshi didn't seem to buy it.

"Forget it, you're a sword after all." Mu Chuihan finally gave up instilling his outlook on life, and picked up his unread book and buried it in it with relish.

Suixing thought about being out of sight, and was about to go out, but when passing by his master, he accidentally saw a few words in the book.

[Gui Tu played with the chains he personally tied for the Master, and whispered: "Master, have you ever thought that this day would come?" Bai Jing blushed, and his body was full of passion...] "This, this, this , what kind of decency!" The young Suixing couldn't help covering his eyes, grabbed the words from his master's hand, and slammed his back to the ground.

Before Mu Chuihan could react, his beloved words had already been tragically sacrificed on the luxurious golden silk carpet. Mu Chuihan had to bend over to pick it up, caressed the damaged page in distress, closed it again, and said solemnly, "Zuixing, your sword is a thousand years old, don't pretend to be a child with your tender face. ."

Tsuruxing slowly opened his eyes, exasperated: "What are you looking at all day long?"

Mu Chuihan said calmly: "Unconscionable love, love and kill each other. Outside Gui Tu and Bai Jing have been entangled for hundreds of years. In my opinion, the love between master and apprentice is also very interesting."

Suixing blushed: "But it's not decent!"

Mu Chuihan followed suit: "Xing, you have also reached the age of growing up, and you have been living with me on the mountain, no wonder you are so closed to the affairs of our immortal cultivation world. In this way, I still have a lot of scriptures here, and you can take a lot of them. understand understand."

As he said that, he opened the sandalwood cabinet door, and sure enough, there were piles of words inside. As soon as the cabinet door was opened, it poured out randomly, occupying a piece of land at the foot of Suixing.

Suixing took two steps back like a snake and scorpion, as if for fear of getting on something unclean, and said with difficulty: "No need..."

Mu Chuihan shook his head: "Sure enough, it's old-fashioned. What's wrong with talking about love? I'll start to pay attention to whether there is a suitable female sword spirit tomorrow, so that you don't need to be so lonely."

Tsukixing really fled faster when she heard that, and she stumbled when she left.

Mu Chuihan was looking at his back and laughing, his expression suddenly changed, his smile closed, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan.

Suixing heard the voice and stopped, but did not turn back, as if thinking about the possibility of his wicked master deceiving him.

After some intense psychological struggle, he finally turned back softly, and saw Mu Chuihan leaning on the couch with his eyes closed. That face, which was usually invisible on weekdays, showed a very painful expression at the moment, which made Suixing panic: "Master, what's the matter with you?"

Mu Chuihan did not answer. At this moment, his soul was suffering from severe pain, extremely unstable, and it seemed that infinite sorrow and despair were coming towards him. Those emotions burned his soul like a fire, leaving him almost speechless.

After a while, Mu Chuihan finally stabilized, barely speaking, but his tone was extremely weak: "It's Fu Yan."

Speaking of Fu Yan, Suixing immediately understood.

Five or six hundred years ago, Mu Chuihan accidentally got a spirit search grass. This thing is extremely precious, nourished by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and almost only exists in the legendary ancient books. For this reason, Mu Chuihan was rarely cautious. After a hundred years of research, he finally managed to create an ordinary human body using Lingsou Grass as a carrier.

This has never happened before in the world of immortal cultivation, so Mu Chuihan has not made a statement. Eighteen years ago, he divided a wisp of his spiritual consciousness into his body, and put this body into the human world. Although the previous project took hundreds of years carefully, Mu Chuihan seemed extremely perfunctory when it came to naming it, and together with Suixing, he took the homonym of "Fu Yan".

Once the consciousness is divided, it will not be connected with the main body until the end of its lifespan. But at this moment, Mu Chuihan could feel such a strong resonance. Obviously, something went wrong with Fu Yan.

Suixing said anxiously: "Could it be that you have encountered a life-and-death dilemma?"

Mu Chuihan recovered a bit, and with a low "tsk" sound, he said with disgust, "It's only eighteen years, this is a bit too unsatisfactory."

Suixing said: "Why don't I go take a look first..."

As Mu Chuihan's natal spirit sword, he could precisely locate Mu Chuihan's consciousness.

"No need." Mu Chuihan rolled his eyes and suddenly chuckled, "Just stay here and take care of my body."

Suixing was stunned, and actually read a bit of excitement and anticipation from Mu Chuihan's expression. He doubted his ears blankly: "What are you optimistic about?"

As soon as he finished the question, Mu Chuihan closed his eyes, and his whole body fell on the couch like a kite with a broken string, and there was no movement at all. The fox fur slowly slipped from him, finally dragged to the ground, and picked up by Suixing.

Suixing stayed where he was, thinking sadly that it was probably because he didn't practice morality when he was still making a piece of iron, that he would be able to put on such a master who said he would leave today.