The curtain was already dark, and in the empty darkness, there was only the sound of the stream and the waves on the lake.

With a long sigh, she advised him: "Agree to your fate, return to your hometown, return to Beichen Fort, marry a kind wife, and have children."

Is that true? Beichen Yingxue was surprised.

Yes, I have not returned for three years.

It’s not that you don’t return, it’s that you have no face.

The lovely mother's hand is in the middle of the clothes of the wandering son. He misses his mother and his family. How can he not want to go back?

However, when she had no face to see her relatives, she was even more disdainful of what she said, giving birth to children.

Pretending to not hear, he asked back: "What about you?"

"I won't go back. This time I'm going to see you. After seeing you, my heart will die."

Ah, Beichen Yingxue looked horrified and had a premonition of some danger. "So you have known that this is the ending of my Dantian."

My cousin laughed terrified, "How can I not know, we are just juniors..."

Another long sigh, "I may never go back to my hometown in my life. Once I cultivate immortality, I may practice for decades once I build the foundation. When I come out of the mountain again, I am afraid that my parents will be old and no relatives will be left."

"Then you won't go back with me?"

"No, that family has made me feel disheartened. I have given up on my parents. They regard me as a money tree and an promotion ladder. Why should I care?"

Ah, Beichen Yingxue didn't expect that she had only been in Xianxia Gate for three years, and she had such a big change, she was determined, decisive and unofficial.

Could this be an immortal?

But when she thought about it on the other hand, what she said was the truth. Isn’t it that lonely to cultivate immortals?

Silence, both of them were silent, only the rushing water was still there.

Before he knew it, Beichen Yingxue hugged her waist, "Cousin, why do you still need to cultivate immortality when you are so lonely?"

"Aren't our ambitions since we were young and cultivate immortality?"

"But that's too lonely."

With a wow, my cousin cried, like a child crying endlessly.

For the first time, he saw the goddess who was lofty in his heart crying and fell into his arms.

My heart was broken all over the ground.

...

After a moment, she wiped away her tears and said seriously: "Do you know, the gods cried, the demons laughed, and the heavens were in chaos?"

Humph, Beichen Yingxue heard such words for the first time, and she felt it was unpleasant. How could this be possible?

Who doesn’t know that the Tang Dynasty is now prosperous, the country is rich and the people are strong. How do you say this?

My cousin said, "I don't know the second thing, just because there was a person coming up from the Sun Xianxia Gate, named Zhang Xun. This person claimed that he was a descendant of Zhuge Liang, inherited Zhuge Shensuan's mantle, arranged troops, and made great achievements, and could do everything.

The man said to my master, "Heaven is in chaos, and your Xianxia Sect should be responsible for taking the lead. Slaying demons and eliminating demons and finding the root of disasters, and taking the world first."

Master asked what to say.

He said that after he counted on his fingers, the mirror of the chaos of the sky appeared at noon this year's Dragon Boat Festival. The tree that represents the atmosphere of the Tang Dynasty would bloom in the air. Then the day would turn into darkness, birds and beasts would scatter, the gods would cry, and the demons would laugh."

“So serious,”

Beichen Yingxue couldn't believe it and asked: "How could chaos occur in the Tang Dynasty be so prosperous? Even if there is chaos, it will be pacified."

My cousin said, "I don't understand it either. I just heard from Zhang Xun that today's Tang Dynasty is strong outside and the middle. The emperor is very happy about his achievements, and he is powerful in military affairs, and the people are living in poverty. There is a poem that says:

Cars, horses, pedestrians, bows and arrows are all on their waists.

The grandparents and wives walked away and saw each other, but the dust disappeared from Xianyang Bridge.

He held his clothes and stamped his feet and stopped him and cried, and the crying sounded straight up to the sky.

...

Haven’t you heard that the Han people in Shandong have grown thorns and twelves in 200 prefectures and thousands of villages.

Even if a healthy woman holds a hoe and plow, the crops grow in the fields and there is nothing to do.

Moreover, the Qin soldiers were resistant to hardships and were driven away by dogs and chickens.

...

Haven't you seen that in Qinghai, no one has collected any white bones since ancient times.

The new ghost is annoyed by the old ghosts and cried, and the rain is wet and chirping."

Beichen Yingxue knew that this was Du Fu's poem, which used the past to describe the present, and was destroyed by Xiang Yu as a mirror by the current military and military force of the Qin Dynasty, aiming at the current Emperor Minghuang of Tang.

Good poems are sad and sad. Although he does not understand the major affairs of the country, his wandering around over the past three years has made him see the right and wrong, and when he thinks about the injustice he encountered, he really believes it.

My cousin said that the mirror of the emperor's aura will appear at noon on the Dragon Boat Festival. Zhang Xun mobilized my master and gathered all the power of Xianxia Gate, tried his best to find a mirror, protect the mirror, and repair the mirror with the magic power of Xianxia Gate.

Repair the mirror?

My cousin said, yes, repair the mirror. The mirror is like a human shadow. The shadow is crooked and the human being is not right. So I gather all my strength to find the mirror in advance, repair it in advance, and prevent problems before it happens.

Where is the mirror image and where will the imperial aura appear?

My cousin shook her head and said that she was assigned to look for it. As a Taoist immortal, as a Xianxia Sect, although she could not control the emperor's interference in the affairs of the court, it was unshirkable to prevent problems before they could happen.

Beichen Yingxue nodded, yes, every man is responsible for the survival of the country.

...

It's late at night and it's time to break up again.

My cousin is going to find a mirror and complete the tasks assigned by the master; Beichen Yingxue is going to return to the Taoist temple and be his sergeant Taoist boy and a mechanic in the agency.

Before leaving, he gave his cousin a statue. The statue was carved by her, which was carved by him day and night, and was lifelike.

And she also gave him something, but there were four words written behind the thing: recognize yourself.

Recognizing himself, these four words made his heart bleeding.

Looking at her leaving figure, he shouted loudly: "I just can't recognize myself, I just want to go all the way to the dark."

Black, dark, I don't know where his path is, but he knows that he will walk a path to Black and never look back.

Even if it is disabled, people will not be disabled.

...

The next day, Liangzhou, Ancient Taoist Temple.

Before dawn, the fish belly was white in the east, and a young man walked out of the underground palace with his tired body.

It was him, Beichen Yingxue. After separating from his cousin last night, he went back to the Taoist temple directly because he was a repairman and had to go back.

When he returned to the Taoist temple, he was summoned by the abbot to serve as a training teacher and was "beaten" for a night.

Since he was expelled from the Immortal Academy and expelled from three years ago, he has no choice but to wander around. Fortunately, the abbot of the Taoist temple saw him taking him in so much that he asked him to work as a mechanic in the agency, working during the day and training at night, and was "beaten".

Being "beaten" is commonplace.

In the yard, there was a little brightness, and I could see a group of Taoist children being tried.

Among them, the smallest skill is the third level of "body tempering". When the dantian is lifted, a white spiritual energy ball appears in the palm, flickering and jumping, spinning quickly, and hitting the stone tablet with a roar, and the stone breaks and flies.

"Look, that stupid man was beaten by the abbot all night, and his nose and face were swollen."

"Don't worry, Zhou Yu beat Huang Gai - one is willing to beat the other is willing to be beaten"

Beichen Yingxue touched the slaughtered face, without any complaints, and casually picked up a mop pen beside the wall, dipped it in clear water and practiced writing on the bluestone slab on the ground.

"Practice calligraphy, is this practicing calligraphy? He really treats himself as a green onion."

A boy flew to the body, kicked his pen away with one foot, and hit the wall with a bang, shattering it, "I'm all disabled and still claim to be aloof. Do you think you can really practice literature and abandon martial arts and follow literature?"

"Writing and practicing calligraphy, you will get the literary position? Just your virtue?...haha, bah." The Taoist boys were very despised.

The "talent empowerment" of literary cultivators can become saints, and the "spiritual awakening" of martial cultivators can control swords to fly across the world. The cultivation of immortals in this world is divided into literary cultivators and martial cultivators.

However, there are very few people who have become saints in literary cultivation, and those who have achieved great martial arts are blooming everywhere. Therefore, it is easy to practice martial arts and literary cultivation.

Don’t you see the literary scholars of the Tang Dynasty, including Zhang Yazi, the qin immortal, the chess immortal, the calligraphy immortal, Wu Daozi, and the poetic immortal Li Bai.

It is easy to obtain spiritual energy for martial arts, but it is difficult to find talent for literary cultivation.

Wen Xiu became a saint in one day and moved the mountains and the seas.

Beichen Yingxue was not angry about being kicked by the mop pen, but instead picked up another hand in the corner and continued to write.

I wrote it so seriously, but is that the word?

No, it's a talisman!

Fu, can this be considered calligraphy? Can it be a literary cultivation? Can it also be a talented person?

Of course not. He is not stupid. How could he not know that literary cultivation is as difficult as the sky?

He was drawing the talisman, the talisman in his dantian, the talisman that sealed his dantian. He vowed to break it, make himself stand up again, and soar into the sky.
To be continued...