Nine thousand years old

Chapter 80

Wuchang saw Mingli's edict, but only replied with a spiritual mantra representing peace.

Li Siyuan looked at Mingli in disbelief, and couldn't figure out why Wuchang, who seemed so reliable, would follow Li Jian to mess around.

"Wuchang was like this before?" Li Siyuan said while lying on the sofa, gnawing on an apple.

Ming Li shook his head: "No."

Li Siyuan clicked his tongue: "Then this is very strange, and what do you mean by saying that the beautiful human bone is going to be shown to Li Jian?"

Ming Li sat beside him and pressed his back for him: "Li Jian's soul is broken and reattached to his body."

Li Siyuan was startled, and looked back at him: "How could this happen?"

Ming Li said: "I don't know the details, I have to ask Li Qingshan."

Li Siyuan asked: "So you said that Li Jian needs a beauty bone."

Ming Li nodded: "The things on his body will not be able to protect him."

The weather in June will be very comfortable, with suitable temperatures and temperatures. The rain sweeps away the dust and makes the air warm and fresh.

Li Jian was carrying a backpack, panting and climbing the mountain behind Wuchang, and Wuchang, who was carrying a bigger backpack, looked relaxed.

"Go quickly, or you won't be able to catch up with the sunrise." Wuchang turned around and urged, seeing that the man was too tired to speak, he pursed his lips and carried him over.

Li Jian took a breath for a while, and then grasped impermanence: "Chang... often, I...really, I can't walk anymore."

Wuchang frowned in disgust: "I don't want to watch the sunrise."

Li Jian clung to him, lying on his body without moving, Wuchang stared at him quietly for a while, could only carry the bag in front of his body, and carried Li Jian on his back resignedly.

Li Jian didn't pretend to be dead, hugged his neck and said with a smile: "Didn't I think you can change and appear wherever you want, so you don't have to crawl hard."

Wuchang's pupils flickered slightly, and he continued to walk towards the top of the mountain with his back on his back: "It takes a lot of spiritual energy."

Li Jian tugged at his hair, said: "Look how good-looking you are in fashion, but if you insist on wearing your ragged robe, it looks like a rented one."

Wuchang's forehead twitched slightly: "That's formed from spiritual power."

Li Jian continued: "That's right, you've already said that it takes a lot of energy here and there, if one day I can't hold on, wouldn't I want to run naked?"

Impermanence gritted his teeth and said, "Let's go after talking."

"Don't talk about it."

After reaching the top of the mountain before sunrise, Li Jian put his bags on the ground, spread out a few stalls, and then sat on Wuchang. He took out two large buckets of water, small bags of snacks, and even a self-heating hot pot. With two boxes.

Wuchang's eyelids twitched, he couldn't care that the bag was so heavy.

He looked helplessly at the person who was taking apart the hot pot to add water, and said after a long time, "You don't seem to be very afraid of me."

Li Jian stopped the hand pouring water, and smiled at him: "You heard me talking on the phone with the old man... If you are not careful, you will be out of your wits, and there is no need to reincarnate, I am afraid of what you will do."

"Then what are you afraid of?" Wuchang was uncomfortable with what he said, and turned his head slightly.

Li Jian's expression changed.

"I'm afraid I don't have any money."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wuchang, and rolled his eyes: "Often, I heard that Wuchang's tears entering the Taoist talisman are infinitely powerful, and they are worth a lot of money in our Taoist world. Otherwise, if you cry, I will sell it, and the four of us Six points, how about four for me and six for you?"

Wuchang just wanted to put that box of self-heating hot pot on his head: "Six farts, don't even think about it."

Li Jian looked at him in surprise: "You can swear!"

Wuchang glared at him: "I'm not a saint."

Li Jian looked at the ray of light overflowing into the sky, and said with a smile: "This is the first time I swear, and I was beaten by the master and ran all over the yard. It was my wife who prevented me from being beaten to death."

Wuchang looked at him curiously: "Your master still beats you?"

"No, I was often beaten when I was a child. He always said that I was talented and asked me to learn Taoism."

Li Jian laughed lightly, and steam came out from the hot pot: "I didn't understand at that time, and I was angry with him."

It was only later that I realized that in fact, his master was just afraid that if something happened and he was not by his side, he would not have the ability to protect himself.

After all, Li Jian should not have existed long ago.

Li Jian stared at the sky, while Wuchang was looking at him, and asked, "When did you find out?"

Li Jian's smile disappeared, he lowered his eyes, and slowly said: "When I was 13 years old, the things on my body broke for the first time. I had a car accident. He and his wife were talking secretly outside the ward. I heard it."

Li Jian's biological parents are well-known masters in the Taoism world. He has been obsessed with it since he was a child, and he has always been smarter than others. Until he was four years old, he was caught by a group of witchcraft refiners.

His parents and the leader died together, but Li Jian's soul scattered and was forcibly locked in his body by Li Qingshan with a treasure.

Since then, it has been nine years, and he didn't know these things until the first time his town was broken and needed to be repaired.

But as Li Jian grows up, it is no longer a solution to rely on things alone.

And as long as Zhenwu left his body, Li saw this situation, and if he was discovered by Tiandao, he would die in various forms in his physical body until his soul left his body and scattered in the world.

Simply put, Li Jian is destined not to live past the age of 20.

Soon, it will be his 20th birthday.

Wuchang felt an unspeakable feeling in his heart, and he said in a low voice: "I...we will help you find a way."

These words were too weak, Li Jian wanted to say that his comforting skills were too poor, but when the words came to his lips, it became: "Okay."

"Where is the next stop?" Wuchang asked him.

Li Jian laughed: "By the sea, I saw Brother Yuan posted on Weibo, wanting to eat seafood."

After finishing speaking, he shook Wuchang's arm again: "Look! Sunrise!"

Wuchang raised the corners of his lips and said slowly: "This is the first time I sat down quietly to watch the sunrise."

Li Jian eats a small hot pot through this book, the spicy taste is pungent, but he can quickly drive away the coldness: "Yes, I just said it looks good."

The fiery red light is bright and slowly rising to the sky. It is a beautiful sight, a bit dazzling, but still makes people unable to take their eyes off it.

Also like life.

You don't know what will come in the next moment, but a living person is like the sun, it may be dazzling, or it may be swallowed by the strong light.

But no one can deny what kind of worldly beauty it is, blooming with incomparably hot and dazzling light.

After playing in the seaside manor for a few days, Li Siyuan's fair skin finally got a little tanned. What's ridiculous is that he always wears short sleeves, which shows his vivid sun marks.

Thinking about Zhuang Yu's death stare afterwards, the two finally decided to play in another place before they were completely tanned.

Ming Li gnawed two mouthfuls of candy, and proposed with satisfaction: "Take you to the underworld?"

Li Siyuan was pleasantly surprised: "Can I go now?"

Ming Li patted his head: "Yes."

So the two left the manor, and Li Siyuan flew into the endless sky on his exclusive dragon mount.

Li Siyuan patted Mingli's corner strangely: "The hell is in the sky?"

Ming Li immediately explained: "The meaning is different...It is equivalent to the dimensions you humans study, the same point has different dimensions, here in this dimension is the sky, and in other dimensions it may be mountains and seas."

Li Siyuan suddenly realized: "That is to say, the underworld is just another dimension, and you have a way to penetrate the dimension, but humans cannot."

Ming Li praised: "That's it."

Li Siyuan thought for a while: "Then the God Realm and the Demon Realm are also like this?"

Ming Li thought for a while: "There is still a difference, but it can be understood in this way."

Passing through layers of subtle barriers from the clouds, Li Siyuan felt for a moment that his time remained static, but things around him were passing by quickly.

When Ming Li's dragon body leaped to a gray cloud and broke through the cloud again, their next step was a magnificent city.

Li Siyuan looked at this magnificent scene in surprise, the towering mountain was pitch black, and what flowed on it was not water, but a fiery red liquid like magma, until it covered the entire city, like veins, everywhere he could see.

There are all kinds of strange creatures in that city, and occasionally there are noisy sounds in the ears, making the scene vivid.

Mingli supported him and patiently explained: "That's the Santu River."

Li Siyuan's eyes widened, he never thought that Santuhe would look like this.

And on the right side of the city, there is a long orange-yellow river.

"The home of Santu River is Huangquan, and the other side of Huangquan is Huimeng Huahai. Let's go there."

Ming Li's voice was not low, causing the ghost messenger below to look up, and immediately saluted respectfully.

Why is there someone else on Yan Jun?

Mingli ignored him, Li Siyuan patted his dragon horn and said, "I want to see Naihe Bridge."

Ming Li was naturally obedient, and took him to see the bridge above the blood-red magma.

To Li Siyuan's disappointment, the Naihe Bridge is not arched, but a huge stone that straddles the water. I don't know what the material of the stone is. place.

Hundreds of ghosts are really walking on the bridge, some dishonest ghosts are oppressed by ghosts, and some are crying all the time. The bridge looks like a mess, but in fact it has a very regular way of moving.

And where they must pass, there is a tall man standing, behind this man is a wooden house, in front of the house is a large pot, which is steaming.

Mingli turned back into human form, brought Li Siyuan to the side of the wooden house, and walked in front of the man hand in hand.

As soon as Meng Po turned around, she saw the two of them, and a smile appeared on her expressionless face: "Hey, my lord, is this Madam?"

Li Siyuan: ...

Ming Li replied with a smile: "Yes, my wife."

Li Siyuan turned back to look at him expressionlessly, stared at him for more than ten seconds and saw this man still had a smirk on his face, sighed in his heart and simply followed him.

"Hi Ma'am, my name is Meng Po. Amber's Po is a soup seller here all the year round." Meng Po happily handed the spoon to a ghost messenger, wiped her hands and shook hands with Li Siyuan. Slap away.

Li Siyuan was a little stiff when he was called by this address, he smirked and greeted: "My name is Li Siyuan, hello."

Meng Po didn't care about Ming Li's actions, she pulled a chair for them to sit on, and went into the room to make a pot of tea by herself.

Li Siyuan silently looked at the teacup in front of him, and said with a smile, "You won't forget your past after drinking this."

Meng Po took some tea and said, "Don't worry, drink it, it's absolutely fine."

Li Siyuan thought it was miraculous ever since he knew it wasn't Meng Po but Meng Po. He took a sip of tea, and a strange sweetness melted from the tip of his tongue and entered his heart.

"What kind of tea is this? It smells so good." He sniffed the tea carefully again, only to feel refreshed, as if all the fatigue on his body had been swept away.

Meng Po smiled: "I developed this myself. I made it from the first buds of Huimenghua. Both adults and Wuchang like it very much."

Li Siyuan drank two more sips, and felt that this tea was the most wonderful and delicious tea he had ever drunk.

Meng Po eloquently talked about some new things about the underworld, and the legends in Li Siyuan's mind gradually faded, and he began to have a new understanding of the underworld.

Wuchang is a person who looks cold and easy to get along with, Meng Po is a man who is tall and rough but has good cooking skills, and Naiheqiao is just a big rock.

And Yan Jun...

Li Siyuan couldn't help but frowned.

The legendary Yan Wangye was a silly dragon who was sitting beside him, smiling at him with bright eyes.