Heavenly practice

Chapter 142 It's Snowing

Shen Zhuo felt that he had returned to a familiar place, the place was warm and soft, he lay there quietly, he didn't need to care about anything, he didn't need to worry about anything, it was a sense of security that he had never had before.

He tried to open his eyes, but what he saw was white, or transparent. In short, there was nothing, and it seemed that everything was inside, and he could feel it.

Someone kept calling his name by his ears, and only then did he slowly hear his own name, and gradually found everything in his mind, and pieced together his memories bit by bit.

He remembered everything, who he was, what he had been through, and he didn't want to wake up again.

He also wants to escape once in a while, Shen Zhuo thought willfully.

Until someone said to him, "Shen Zhuo, it's snowing."

He was suddenly intrigued. He remembered that he was born in the south, and it took a long time to see snow once. Sometimes it would not snow for several years. At this time, he was always very happy, and even the manuscript had to add a few more chapters to celebrate one time.

Perhaps because he really wanted to see the snow, he just opened his eyes.

There was a dim candlelight in front of my eyes, and there was darkness in the distance, and there was a man with disheveled hair sitting in that half-yellow and half-dark place.

Shen Zhuo was stunned at first glance, and then he recognized who the other party was.

"Elder Mingxin?"

"Well, it's me, awake?"

"Um……"

Shen Zhuo rubbed his head, a little puzzled, "What's wrong with me?"

"Can not remember?"

Ming Xin probed over, with an unpredictable expression, "You almost disappeared just now."

"What's gone?"

"It just disappears, turning into countless auras, and dissipating between heaven and earth."

Ming Xin stretched out his hands, made a dissipating movement, and finally spread his hands, "It's gone, dead, without you, Shen Zhuo, and there is no reincarnation."

Shen Zhuo thumped, and he suddenly realized that he had missed something. There is reincarnation in this world, so what about him?If he dies, will he be reincarnated?

"Why isn't there even reincarnation?" he asked.

"There are very few reincarnations in the world. Only those with great opportunities, great merit, or great sins have reincarnation, but there are as many as ten reincarnations. Those extremely powerful monks are not called reincarnations, but soldiers. No matter what , both of them have one thing in common, that is, the soul is immortal, but you are different."

Ming Xin moved in place and leaned against a wall, "You just lost your soul."

"..."

Shen Zhuo lowered his eyes, and followed his example, moved to the wall and leaned against the wall, and whispered for a long time, "I don't want to die."

"I know, who doesn't want to live a few more years." Ming Xin replied casually.

"I don't need it. If I can go back, I am willing to live ten years less." Shen Zhuo looked calmly at the flickering candle shadows on the ground.

Ming Xin was taken aback, "Where are you going back?"

"go home."

Shen Zhuo buried his head in his knees and whispered, "I want to go home, my mother is still waiting for me."

Ming Xin trembled when she heard his voice, she softened her heart, and patted his back, "Where is your home? I'll send you a red crane."

"Can't deliver."

"Don't underestimate my red crane, it's not the same as Xiao Wuya's red crane, it..."

Ming Xin licked her lips, and said helplessly, "It's really not possible, I'll take you back in person, I'm a genius..."

"can not go."

Shen Zhuo exposed his eyes from his arms, his eyes were indifferent, "No one can help me."

Mingxin was anxious and annoyed seeing him like this, but Shen Zhuo he liked was not like this.

"Why can't I help you? Can your home still be in the sky? Even in the sky, I can send you up!"

"I don't want to go to heaven, and I don't want to go to heaven again."

"..."

Mingxin suddenly had a sense of déjà vu that he was coaxing the seven-year-old Ning Feiyue.

"Elder."

"Hey?"

Shen Zhuo suddenly turned his head and looked at him with dark eyes, "Do you know who I am?"

Ming Xin squinted at him, "Huh?"

"I don't want to follow the plot anymore, there is no end at all."

Shen Zhuo looked at him quietly in the candlelight, "Suppressing Tianmen will be destroyed, you will die, and everyone will die."

Mingxin's face froze, and then she gave a stern voice, "Stinky boy, did Zhentianmen offend you? It's been a waste of raising you for half a year!"

Shen Zhuo didn't speak, he knew that he was afraid, and when he found himself so close to death, he really couldn't bear it.

Life is so fragile, Shen Zhuo took off the shell of false heaven, but he is actually just a powerless writer with a short lifespan of a few decades.

"Elder, thank you for saving me."

"no, I'm fine."

"If it weren't for you, I would really be dead, and there is no hope of going home again..."

"No really no need."

"What I said just now is true, you saved my life, that's why I'm willing..."

"Oh, I said no, I didn't save you!"

"You are the most... what did you say?"

Shen Zhuo silently turned his head and looked over, "You didn't save me?"

"OK."

Mingxin picked his teeth, "I originally wanted to save you, but who knew I was one step too late, tsk, just one step, I suspect that I was delayed on the stairs for a while, when the pattern was finished, you were already It's dissipating, and I can't stop it, I watched you dissipate, and almost cried out sadly, but I didn't expect it..."

"What's wrong?" Shen Zhuo straightened his back and asked.

"I didn't expect it, I don't know what happened, and I haven't thought about it until now."

Ming Xin stared at his face inquiringly, "I haven't had time to cry for you yet, you'll be fine."

Shen Zhuo was stunned, "Okay?"

"Isn't it? At this moment, you almost lost an arm, and the next moment you are lying there, even the arm is back, and the aura is also back. Speaking of which, I have something to ask you. , What kind of physique do you have, why is your whole body made of aura?"

Mingxin chattered and pulled at his clothes, "Show me, did I misread earlier, are you a body of Yunling spirit? I just said that you are so slippery with formations..."

Shen Zhuo slapped his hand open, frowned and said, "The bodies of Yunling are all women."

"Tsk, just now I comforted you little cabbage." Ming Xin naturally knew that Yun Ling's body was all female, but he just couldn't be reconciled.

Shen Zhuo adjusted his breath secretly, and found that the divine essence that he had dissipated before had returned a little bit, and he couldn't help being overjoyed.

"Why are you so happy all of a sudden? It was like a wilted flower just now."

Mingxin sneered, then remembered something, "I haven't asked you yet, how did you end up in such a miserable situation?"

"I just……"

Shen Zhuo suddenly got stuck there, and didn't know what he was going to say for a while, he couldn't help frowning and thinking hard, "How did I do it?"

Ming Xin looked at him in disbelief, "Did you get beaten up?"

"..."

Shen Zhuo rolled his eyes at him, got up and patted his clothes, "Let's go out first."

"What are you doing out there? You're unstable, don't run around." Ming Xin complained.

"Look at the snow."

"What snow are you looking at?"

"It's snowing outside!"

"It's snowing? Who told you, it's only been a few months, and it's still early to snow. There's a..."

"Didn't you tell me?"

The two looked at each other, Elder Ming Xin was speechless, "I've been guarding you here for several days and haven't gone out, how do I know if it's snowing or not?"

Shen Zhuo was stunned, who told him that?

He clearly remembered that when he fell asleep, someone called his name in his ear.

The man said, Shen Zhuo, it's snowing.