Yan Dynasty forbids cultivating immortals

The story was told for three nights, and the young man was fascinated by it. Now that the story was over, the young man continued to ask the follow-up, "Is Shen Shaoxia still alive now? Why do the Seven Heroes always drink here alone?"

Brother Yuan Bao was stupefied with sleepiness, and replied vaguely, "The head of Zhongnan Mountain took Shen Shaoxia away, cast a big spell, and it snowed for three consecutive months on Zhongnan Mountain, completely sealing Zhongnan Mountain, The Seven Heroes would go to Zhongnan every spring when the flowers bloom, to see if there was any mountain opening, and they have been waiting like this for seven years."

The boy was still worried about Shen Shaoxia, who was the one who had a blood feud, "Shen Shaoxia was rescued by Zhongnan Mountain, did the court avenge his wrongdoing?"

"No, the time when Shen Shaoxia killed Huang Huang happened to coincide with the sudden death of the emperor. The new emperor was enthroned, and the court was unstable inside and outside. How could anyone care about the previous court's injustice case? No one pursued this matter, and the status quo was maintained. But every time Every year the emperor would personally go to Zhongnan Mountain to offer sacrifices, and the year before last, Zhongnan Mountain was also conferred the title of "...Holy Mountain? "...The name is too long and I forgot. And now the emperor has not said anything, but those forbidden techniques that have been hidden for hundreds of years have been quietly revealed, and it is also heard that many alchemists have been secretly brought into the palace in recent years Go, refine the elixir of immortality for the emperor."

Brother Yuan Bao let out a sigh, "I see, it won't be long before we can have a Taoist temple here."

"Isn't that what our Yanchao No. [-] ban is all about?"

"The rules are set by the founding emperor, and the emperor wants to abolish it if he fails to keep it in order."

The servant still wanted to ask, but was stopped by Brother Yuan Bao, "No, no, I can't say any more, I have to get up and run the hall tomorrow, I'm going to be sleepy to death."

The boy opened his mouth and closed it again, closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the images of Shen Shaoxia and his swords for a while, and for a while it was the silver-white hair of the head of Zhongnan Mountain that reached the ground, it was so lively.

Before the boy fell asleep, he was still sighing with emotion. The Seven Heroes really valued their loyalty. They went through fire and water for their brothers and went through fire and water for morality. They have been away for so long and still miss them.I also want a friend like Seven Heroes.

Shen Changliu had a long dream. He dreamed that 500 years ago, an ignorant Taoist priest went down the mountain and caused a bad relationship in the world of mortals.Later, the Taoist priest went back to Zhongnan Mountain and asked with great concentration. If he failed in 200 years, he left the mountain and traveled around the world.After returning to the mountain, he created the swordsmanship of the world, and left an old sword on the side, which is the founder of Zhongnanshan swordsmanship.After going through one life, he still can't achieve the Dao, and if he retreats again, he won't come out for another 300 years.

Until 40 years ago, there was an eclipse of the sun, and the evil star came to the world.

Shen Changliu opened his eyes, sat up and looked around.It was the cave in the dream, but the Zhongnan Taoist priests who were crowded together at that time were all turned into piles of white bones.Hundreds of years have passed, and the posture of those bones leaning together has never changed.

Yi Hui, or the founder of the Zhongnan Mountain Sword Sect, or Qing Li, meditated beside him with his eyes closed, as if he had fallen asleep for a thousand years.

"Master..." Shen Changliu said softly.

Yi Hui still closed his eyes, "You finally woke up."

"Well, how long have I slept?"

"Seven years."

"If I want to save you, I must communicate with you. You have seen my past, and I have also seen the entanglement between you and Yang Qi. Now dust turns to dust, dust to dust, you let him go, he has already waited. Many years."

Shen Changliu knelt down and said, "Thank you, Master, for making it perfect."

"No need."

Youfang was destroyed, and Shen Changliu walked to the entrance of the cave alone, as if thinking of something.

"I still want to kill Li Jingcun on this trip down the mountain. I hope Master will forgive me."

"Go."

Shen Changliu came out of the land of no regrets, the mountains were covered with snow, and white cranes circled above his head.

Entering Zhongnan and forgetting the secular world, he can't do it, there are still people waiting for him at the foot of the mountain.

Halfway down the mountain, looking at Wuhui Cliff on the top of the mountain from the mountainside, purple light suddenly bursts out, straight into the sky.

Master has finally ascended, Shen Changliu thought.

So he bowed down and went down the mountain without looking back.

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Above the clouds, in front of Yi Hui was a fairy with white beard and hair.

"I've been waiting for you for 500 years, and today you finally wish to ascend, did you ever tell me the reason?"

Yi Hui: "I just want to fall down from the mortal world, become a mortal, and enter the world of mortals."

"Do you know what you are?"

"Never."

The immortal sighed softly, "You are originally a ten-thousand-year Ganoderma lucidum that grew in the eye of Zhongnan Mountain. No one's mind.

Your master has already seen your true body, and tried to stop you from going down the mountain. As a result, after you left Zhongnan Mountain, your spiritual energy was exhausted, contaminated with turbid energy and polluted your spiritual roots, and you became addicted to human desires and lost your Dao heart.Ganoderma lucidum is not easy to live for thousands of years. Your master forced you to become a fairy to keep you, so he did not hesitate to force him to die. "

Yi Hui touched his chest lightly, and there was something slowly beating inside, "That means I have never had a heart opening, nor have I ever been in love? But what is the thing inside?"

"It's a part of the Zhongnan Landline in your body."

"So I live the same life as Zhong Nan? Can't even die?"

"Yes, after ascension, you will be in charge of the world and the earth."

Yi Hui touched his chest in a daze.Suddenly, he made claws with his five fingers, stabbed into the chest, and opened the chest with both hands, he looked down.

That place that beats day and night is indeed just a thick blood vessel, glowing with blue light, not a human heart orifice.Numerous tubes as thin as silk are attached to the blood vessels, tightly attached to that section of ground veins, supporting this physical body.

Yi Hui supported the flesh with one hand, and reached into his chest with the other hand, grabbed the leyline, and pulled it out through gritted teeth.Those clinging silks were shrouded in great panic, entangled the earth veins more and more tightly, and tightened the hand holding the earth veins, trying in vain to make that hand give up.

But it was useless at all, Yi Hui tore off the ground vein and tore it out fiercely.

The blue ground veins lay in Yi Hui's hand and kept pulsating in his heart, "Take it, I don't want it, I'd rather die."

The fairy in white sighed, "Then you can go."

As soon as the immortal flicked his sleeves, Yi Hui fell from the clouds.The body fell endlessly from the clouds, passed through the clouds and the wind, and headed towards the rolling world of mortals, the vast world.

In the place where the chest was empty, a bright red beating heart gradually grew out in the endless fall of the [-]-mile altitude and the wind.

Inside the gate of the Zhongnan Mountain School, the disciples saw the purple qi rise into the sky, and the daylight flowed across the sky.In a moment, the statue of the founder of the mountain in Zhijing Hall collapsed.

Someone shouted, "Master has ascended, this is a miracle!"

All the disciples came back to their senses and shouted, "Master has ascended!"

The snow on the mountain began to melt quietly, and the animals that had hibernated for a long time began to crawl out of their holes. It was obvious that winter was coming, but Zhongnan Mountain was ushering in spring.

On the land of no regrets on the cliff of no regrets, the sitting body in white clothes fell down, with a large red patch on its chest, and there was a heart beating vigorously inside, fearless of fatigue, life and death.

Above the clouds in the nine heavens, the immortal in white sighed, "I would like to suffer the suffering of being a human being, let you go, and go to reincarnation."

However, there is no door to cultivation in the world.

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Yandu Liyi

The person on the soft bed was disheveled and skinny, holding a wine jar, and said to the people next to him, "Luo Sheng, I ordered the imperial dining room to make almond cakes at noon today, and Qingqi said to put more almonds."

Luo Sheng came forward to take the wine jar from his hand, "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

Emperor Li Jingcun thought for a while, finally remembered something, and said angrily, "Qingli has gone back to Zhongnan Mountain! He's gone!"

"Daoist Qingli said that he will be back soon, why don't you send the imperial dining room to bake some snacks first?"

After Li Jingcun got angry, he felt dizzy for a while, and squeezed his headache, "Okay, you go and order, if he doesn't come back, I'll send him there."

"Yes, Your Majesty, please sleep for a while."

Li Jingcun nodded, and said blankly, "I'll sleep for a while, when Qingli comes back, wake me up."

He recalled something again, "If I can't wake up, you will send me to Zhongnan Mountain."

The emperor finally fell asleep, and Luo Sheng didn't go to bake almond cakes, nor did he go to order the imperial dining room.He still stood respectfully in front of the bed like every dawn and afternoon, waiting for the gloomy emperor to wake up lazily.

The little father-in-law ran in and said under his breath, "The King of Southwest is waiting outside the palace. If the emperor has not given up his breath, he will attack."

"Hush..." Luo Sheng raised a finger in front of his lips, and curled the corners of his mouth strangely.

"Let him dream for a while."

The little eunuch was taken aback by the weird smile.

"Okay, okay, then you can hurry up."

The founding emperor of the Yan Dynasty and the evil star of the dynasty entered the dream for the last time, and he still ran wildly to catch the unreachable white back that kept pulling away. Just when he thought it was another endless run, the figure of the man approached.

His outstretched hand was shaking, his breath was like an old bellows, he approached the silver-white long hair that reached the ground little by little, and grabbed it suddenly!

He is ecstatic!

The figure slowly turned around, as long as thousands of years.

Li Jing smiled in his dream, smiling so happily, until he was dying, he looked so satisfied.

The Southwest King couldn't wait to rush in from the outside. Luo Sheng had already changed Li Jingcun's dragon robe and put on ordinary clothes.

"wait."

The King of Southwest called to stop Luo Sheng who was taking the corpse away.

Luo Sheng turned his head, "Would you like to check, King Xixi?"

A person next to him suddenly stepped forward, "Bold! Call the emperor!"

"I only call one person the emperor, even if he is dead."

"you!"

The Southwest King stopped his subordinates, "I'll take another look at Brother Huang, this is the last time we two brothers will see each other."

Luo Sheng stopped, the Southwest King pinched Li Jingcun's pulse, and there was no movement for a long time, he was really dead.

"Go, don't let anyone see you."

Luo Sheng bowed his head, "Thank you, King Xixi."

Southwest Wang Sensen smiled, "Brother Huang's request to be a younger brother can still be satisfied."

Because the young servant had listened to the story for three nights in a row, he respected the Seven Heroes in awe. He was very earnest when serving wine, and smiled shyly.

From autumn to winter, this Seven Heroes would definitely come here to drink, and sometimes a girl with braided shofars would come to drag him to eat after drinking for a long time.

That was the little girl from Li Cheng's family who was a former captor in the county. She just turned five years old and she was very handsome. She didn't follow her parents but followed his noisy aunt. Seven are all the same.

"Uncle, Uncle, my father and mother called you to my house for dinner." The little girl's picture hung on Yang Qi.

"Hey, tell your father and mother that Yang Qi can't go today because of something else."

The little girl pouted, "Hmph, you lied to me, why are you so troubled?"

Yang Qi picked up a fennel bean and put it into the little girl's mouth, "Uncle Yang didn't lie to you, he lied to you as a puppy."

"You just lied to me!"

Yang Qi smiled, "Wow!"

The little girl was very angry, "Uncle cheating, I hate it to death!"

Yang Qi squeezed her braid, "Uncle is a puppy, why can't he play tricks? Huh?"

The little girl was run away by Yang Qi, and Yang Qi laughed silently when she saw her disappearing outside the door with her horns upside down.

When he smiled, the lines in the corners of his eyes showed a little bit of vicissitudes, but that did not damage his handsome appearance, and added an indescribable charm to him.

There was a cool fragrance in the air, Yang Qi sniffed it, and said to himself,

"Is this spring? Why do I smell a scent of flowers?"

"Hey! Shopkeeper, the wintersweet flowers in your yard are blooming this year."

The shopkeeper hurriedly looked at it, "Hi! It's been so many years, I forgot that it ever bloomed."

The plum blossom facing the Nuan Pavilion was burnt back then, and has never bloomed since then. The shopkeeper threatened to dig it, but he didn't do it for several years, but it miraculously blossomed this year.The drinkers seemed to have seen the spectacle, rushing to the warm pavilion to see it.

Yang Qi was very interesting to see how they were huddling together with their buttocks up, took a sip of the wine, and sighed: "This wine doesn't taste that way, but the fennel beans are still unpalatable like that, eh..."

He was about to close his eyes and get bored when he was stopped by a hand.

That hand was still as slender as before.

Yang Qi didn't dare to raise his head, he just stared at the hand and asked, "Have I waited?"

Shen Changliu sat across from him and said with a smile, "It's time."

With Shen Changliu's smile, it was as if all the magnolias in the yard were blooming, Yang Qi insisted on choking down the sip of wine, the corners of his eyes did not know whether he was drunk or something, there was a layer of water.

"I just said why the plum blossoms bloomed out of nowhere today. It turns out that you are finally back."

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It was deep winter, but Yang Qi and Shen Changliu insisted on leaving, and tried every means to keep them but they couldn't.Most of the people in Qushuiting Street had been taken care of by Yang Qi, and when they left the city, they actually sent out half a street, stuffing big bags of food into their arms, making Yang Qi look like a resigned parent official.

The two dressed lightly and went north all the way to Liyi.

Walking halfway, I saw the whole country in mourning. When I asked, I learned that the emperor had passed away.

The two dismounted and walked along the river.

Seeing that Shen Changliu didn't show much emotion, Yang Qi was curious, "Don't you feel regretful that you can't kill him with your own hands?"

"I knew he was going to die, I knew it before I went down the mountain."

Yang Qi was puzzled, but he seemed to understand why Shen Changliu was so happy, so he agreed to go north with him to assassinate him.

"So you know that the emperor was already dead before we arrived in Liyi."

"almost."

Yang Qi patted himself on the head, "Then this time, knowing that you came back empty-handed, you still want to come, because you don't want to leave any regrets?"

Shen Changliu: "Almost, so I can comfort myself that I have tried my best."

Yang Qi couldn't understand the logic, "So, how do you know the emperor will die?"

"My master calculated it. I saw the emperor's life in the master's consciousness."

Yang Qi thought of the sect leader who never saw the end of the dragon, and he was sure that he also had this ability, but he was even more puzzled, "Why is the master Yi Hui so interested in the emperor?"

Shen Changliu looked at the leaden sky in the distance, and said softly, "This is a long, long story, and I will tell you slowly in the future."

The snow in Zhongnan Mountain has not had time to melt, and winter is coming.

The cold wind cut people's faces like knives, and the coachman threw a guest who was not thinking well under the wind and snow to the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, and then drove away in the carriage.

The continuous mountains are covered with snow all year round, blocking the way for everyone to enter the mountains.

Luo Sheng was familiar with the road, and soon found the Zhongnan Boundary Monument in the snowdrift, facing the mountain peak far away.

He put down the ashes urn in his arms, took the shovel he had prepared a long time ago, leaned against the boundary marker, and shoveled away the snow until he dug a small hole that wasn't too shallow.

Luo Sheng carefully buried the urn, sprinkled it with soil, and tamped it down with a shovel.

He shoveled back the shoveled snow, level with the surroundings, as if they had never been shoveled, and after a while the new snow fell, and they were exactly the same, all white.

After finishing all this, Luo Sheng threw the shovel into the depths of the jungle, and returned to the boundary marker by himself.

He stood silently for a while, and then fell into the snow.

The wind and snow gradually buried everything, and at some point the person who was about to be buried was empty, leaving only a piece of clothing.A black spider crawled out of the ice and snow, creaking in the snow, it climbed up the cracked Zhongnan Boundary Pillar, and finally merged with those cracks and disappeared into the cracks.

The boundary monument looks at the top of the mountain.

Not to stay during life, return to the dust after death, and be buried in the barren hills together.

Finish

The author has something to say: This is a long, long story, and I will tell it to you slowly in the future——Ms. Lin Huiyin told Liang Sicheng

Return to dust after death, buried together in the barren hills—on the Internet, no source found

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