Heavenly practice

Chapter 387 Han Zixiao

Han Zixiao sent him out of a town outside the forest.

As soon as the two of them landed, many people looked over and shouted, "Immortal!"

Han Zixiao was very proud, he squinted at the people beside him and said, "Did you see that, this is the reaction of a normal person."

Shen Zhuoli ignored him, his eyes fell on the town in front of him and the passers-by.

"What are you looking at?" Han Zixiao asked.

"people."

Shen Zhuo sighed with emotion, "The human race is already so prosperous."

Han Zixiao looked at him as if he heard something strange, "Are you not a human race?"

"Yes, it's just that I haven't seen so many people in a long time."

"Tsk."

Han Zixiao was even more convinced that this was a turtle from the corner of the mountain, and he waved his hand, "Go, I will show you the world."

Shen Zhuo said nothing, and walked forward with him.

It seems that the noise that has not changed for thousands of years is still those people, those faces, because the world is still the same, as if he has never stepped into the long river of time, and is still standing in Liangcheng after all generations.

"Hey? Why are you in a daze?"

As soon as Han Zixiao turned around, he saw that man standing in the middle of the street in a daze, with long hair and white clothes. He was more handsome than a fairy. People around him had been staring at him for a long time, and he couldn't help sighing and feeling helpless.

Shen Zhuo came back to his senses and walked up to him, his expression darkened, "This place is a bit like a place I've been to before."

"Where? Maybe I've been there too."

"Liangcheng."

"Liangcheng?"

Han Zixiao frowned and thought for a long time, "Where is the Great Wilderness?"

Shen Zhuo didn't look back at him, but his eyes fell on the food sold by the roadside. In this era when cultivators of immortals are still very rare, trading activities among mortals are more prosperous and common, but...

"What do you want to buy?"

"Of course it's gold and silver."

This time Han Zixiao suspects that he grew up on the mountain and doesn't even know what kind of money he used.

Gold and silver, Shen Zhuo was quite surprised, and asked, "What about the Lingshi?"

Han Zixiao was shocked, and looked at Shen Zhuo with deeper eyes, "Spiritual stones and other precious things must be available in the sect of Changshengmen, how can they be used as money?"

"Oh."

Shen Zhuo nodded to show that he understood.

"Have you seen Lingshi?" Han Zixiao asked casually while buying some buns and handing them to him.

"Thank you."

Shen Zhuo gnawed on the bun after taking it, not intending to answer his words at all.

Han Zixiao cursed secretly, and found an inn to stay, while Shen Zhuo still followed.

"I have no money." He spread his hands.

Han Zixiao was angry, "I don't have any money, so I can only live in one room."

Shen Zhuo said yes, and Han Zixiao had nothing to say, and he couldn't figure out why he had to bring this person with him for a while.

But Han Zixiao is a kind person after all, thinking in his heart that Shen Zhuo is a big man after all, the two buns must not be full, so he asked someone to make some food and send it up.

When I went upstairs, I found no one in the room.

Han Zixiao put down his food and looked through the window, and saw that white figure standing on the roof of the next room, with long black hair blown up by the wind, ethereal in the setting sun like an independent fairy.

He suddenly figured out the answer to that question, why did he want to take this person with him, because this person named Shen Zhuo had an aura that was more detached than a monk, this aura was too familiar and far away for monks .

"What are you looking at?" he called out.

Shen Zhuo glanced at him, then turned around and walked over, stepping on the tiles step by step, walking up to him like a stroll on the high roof.

Han Zixiao narrowed his eyes, "Are you a monk?"

"No."

Shen Zhuo pushed him away and turned into the room, and sat at the table.

Han Zixiao leaned over, "Then what are you? Anyway, you must not be a mortal, I don't believe it."

"me……"

Shen Zhuo poured a glass of wine and took a sip, "It's God."

Han Zixiao was taken aback for a moment, then gave him a blank look, "Forget it."

Shen Zhuo stopped after taking two mouthfuls of food, he suddenly remembered the bowl of porridge that Chang Ming made for him.

In fact, that memory has been for him for a long time, but that scene seems to be engraved in his heart, he even clearly remembers the snowflake that fell on the top of Changming's hair.

"Why don't you eat?" Han Zixiao was meditating, but when he saw that he hadn't moved, he asked.

"I don't want to eat."

Shen Zhuo looked at the dusk outside the window, and suddenly realized the great sadness and longing coming from his heart.

He has gone through countless years in time, but he is getting farther and farther away from Changming.

In the middle of the night, when Han Zixiao woke up from meditation, the room was empty. He had gotten used to it and jumped onto the roof. Sure enough, he saw the man sitting on the roof looking up at the night sky.

"You said you, I rented this room for you. You said you didn't live here, so I wouldn't spend the money."

Han Zixiao sat down beside him and sighed, "I'm very poor."

"You will be rich in the future."

"Really?"

"Countless treasures of spirit stones, thousands of disciples..."

"Have everything you need?"

"Yes, and endless loneliness."

"..."

Han Zixiao was stunned, staring at him fixedly, unable to speak for a moment.

Shen Zhuo turned to look at him, "Han Zixiao, do you regret it?"

Han Zixiao looked at him blankly, as if his heart was about to jump out.

The next morning, Shen Zhuo wanted to say goodbye, but Han Zixiao waved his hands, indicating that he would also go east, and the Gate of Longevity was to the east.

Shen Zhuo's face moved slightly when he heard the words, "Longevity Gate..."

Han Zixiao thought he was finally interested, bought some dry food and dragged them along on the road.

Along the way, Han Zixiao was talking about his ambition of cultivating immortals, and Shen Zhuo listened silently until he heard the phrase "I don't regret nine deaths for climbing the road of longevity", he suddenly interrupted him.

"Nine deaths without regret?"

"not regret."

"not regret?"

"..."

Han Zixiao was puzzled by his dark eyes, "What's wrong?"

Shen Zhuo simply stopped and looked at him, "Why do you want to ascend to immortality?"

"Because I want to be the strongest so that I can protect important people."

"But what if you die halfway?"

"Uh... no, I'm lucky."

"What if your important person only wants you to be by her side?"

"I want, too."

Han Zixiao's smile faded, "It's just that life in this world is too difficult, if I don't become stronger, how can I protect them."

Shen Zhuo said nothing, stepped on the dirt and continued to walk forward.

"What about you?"

Han Zixiao followed up and asked, "What do you want, and where are you going?"

"Where do you have so many questions?"

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, but I always feel that you are very mysterious."

Shen Zhuo turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes moved slightly, this person is a born immortal cultivator, even if he is not protecting others, he also has endless curiosity, and the vastness of the world and the endless journey of immortality are great things to him of attraction.

It's just that he never thought that this person had such a personality when he was young. Although he had guessed, he didn't write it down in detail, and the world itself perfected the other person's experience when he was young.

Sure enough, the boss was in the second grade when he was young.

"I'm going back to where I came from."

"Then where are you from?"

Seeing his bright eyes, Shen Zhuo smiled, "Come from nowhere."

"..."

Han Zixiao rolled his eyes at him, "Where did you learn about Western Buddhas?"

"Do you know the Western Buddha?"

"I know everything, except... Heaven."

Han Zixiao pointed to the top of his head, the corner of his mouth raised, "But I will know sooner or later."

Shen Zhuo looked at this person, and suddenly felt that some people were really born to walk a certain path, and they had things that made people look at them. Such people can be called protagonists, but it's just different times and different fields.

"You'll know."

It's just that you'd rather not know then.

Although Shen Zhuo knew the ending, he didn't say anything, and he didn't persuade him, not to mention that everything has a cause and effect, but he said that he knew at the first sight of this person that he would not listen to persuasion, so why should he bother.

The world is impermanent, and everyone is responsible for their own choices.

Halfway through the walk, the two saw crowds of people not far away, and they couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Han Zixiao took a long look, and his eyes lit up, "It's a member of the Changshengmen, let's go and have a look."

Shen Zhuo nodded, and the two walked over to take a look, only to see a fiery red fox lying among the crowd, with blood dripping from the corner of its mouth, and one leg twisted limply, apparently broken.