Holy Mountain Haotian Xianzong.
"Yu Xiu, you promise me that if I'm not here, you must live well."
"Yu Xiu, live, you must live."
The young man sitting cross-legged suddenly opened his eyes, and there was a touch of cinnabar between his eyebrows, which gave a stunning feeling.
The aura around him seemed to be icy cold in the polar regions, his hair was tied in a jade crown, and his brocade robe with a white lotus pattern showed his lofty status in the sect.
Shen Jiulu rubbed his temples tiredly, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the deep and vast sea outside, he took a deep breath, and a dazed look flashed in his eyes.
He has been in the Haotian Xianzong since he can remember. It has been thirteen years now. He often has the same dream. But it was engraved in the mind.
Who is that person, it makes him feel like a knife every time he thinks of it.
Taking out an old, whitish purse from his neck, Shen Jiulu gently touched the strings of flowers on it, and asked softly, "Senior Sister He, do you know what kind of flower this is?"
Fan He walked over lightly, looked down and said with a smile, "It's a cedar flower."
"cedar flowers?" Shen Jiulu repeated.
"Yeah." Fan He thought for a while and said, "It is said that cedar flowers can bring luck to people, and even if misfortune happens, they can be reborn in nirvana."
Shen Jiuliu's hand tightening his purse, does it mean luck and rebirth
What about the person who left luck and rebirth to herself, where did she go.
The bloody thorn in the dream made him feel distressed, and the blood stains on the purse that could not be washed away and the bloodshot inside the stone doll gave him an ominous feeling.
Who is the person who gave him these things, is that person- is still in this world? !
"Do we have this flower in our sect?" Shen Jiulu asked suddenly.
Fan He shook his head: "No."
Seeing the lonely look of the young sect master, Fan He added: "It is said that a city surrounded by the sea water in Nanzhou is full of cedar trees.
Shen Jiulu opened his eyes wide and asked subconsciously, "Does that city have a name?"
Fan He thought for a while and replied, "Yes, it's called Guitucheng."
"Return to the earth? Since it represents Nirvana, why do you want to return dust to dust and return to earth? It's a strange name." Shen Jiulu muttered to himself.
"Young Sect Master, Young Sect Master." Fan He called out.
Shen Jiuliu came back to his senses and said, "Senior Sister He, I want to leave the holy mountain."
Fan He looked at him helplessly and said, "Young Sect Master, this is not the first time you have made such a request, and you should also know what your body is like. For the past ten years, you suffered from heart attack every month on the night of the full moon. The pain, even the sect master is helpless, but these three years have been frequent to once every three days, young sect master, the sect master will not let you leave with confidence."
Shen Jiu left the cinnabar consciously touching his eyebrows, and the inexplicable voice sounded in his mind again: My descendants of the Yu family will take up the duty of guardianship. .
"Until you die..." Shen Jiuliu's hand trembled while holding his purse, what was the heart-wrenching pain he suffered, what did he forget, and how could he remember it.
"Jiulu." A familiar voice came, and Shen Jiulu didn't need to look back to know who was coming.
The next moment, Suzuran was already standing beside him.
Thirteen years have passed, and Ling Lan has also grown up. Wearing the white uniform on her body makes her appear more innocent and innocent.
"Kurou, you're looking at this purse again." Suzuran pouted and said, "What are you looking at every day?"
Shen Jiulu shook his head and said firmly, "One day, I will remember it."
Ling Lan pulled up his sleeves, her eyes full of cunning: "Okay, stay for a long time, stop thinking about it, go, accompany senior sister to practice swords."
Fan He hurriedly stopped him from the side: "Linglan, the young sect master's body is just right, don't make trouble with him, let him have a good rest."
Ling Lan retorted: "I also know that Junior Brother is just right, but Junior Brother always thinks wildly when he is alone, why don't you go out and practice swordsmanship with me, maybe if you are in a good mood, you won't get sick again."
Fen He was speechless when she said so arrogantly.
Shen Jiuliu lightly picked up the sword beside him and said with a cold expression, "Don't you want to practice swords? Let's go."
Ling Lan smiled happily, and she couldn't hide the admiration in her eyes: "Okay, I know that Jiu Liu loves Senior Sister the most."
Seeing the backs of the two leaving, Fan He was a little worried. Ling Lan had always liked the Young Sect Master, and both the Great Elder and the Sect Master were happy to see it happen.
But the young sect master looked at Ling Lan with no relationship between men and women at all, and only regarded Ling Lan as a sister who took good care of him. Alas, I hope the young sect master can wake up soon.
Outside the Holy Mountain.
Late at night, broken leaf city in Xizhou.
The moonlight was bright and slowly sprinkled down, as if covering the entire Broken Leaf City with a layer of silver gauze.
The bustling and lively streets during the day were quiet at this time, and at this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps sounded one after the other.
A blue figure jumped over the wall and fled at a fast speed. Behind him, a young woman in a colorful dress chased desperately with a sword.
"Hey, I said Lou Sanniang, isn't it just a pot of wine? Do you need to chase me for three days and three nights? Could it be that you are in love with me, so you are chasing me?" The voice came, and the woman behind her almost burst out of anger.
Her figure flashed quickly and stopped in front of the man, her charming face was cold: "Falling in love with you? Are you daydreaming. I tell you Yunyoufeng, put the wine back for me, or I will let you live for the rest of your life. Can't drink."
Yun Youfeng sat on the wall and looked down at Lou Sanniang, hehe smiled: "But I've already finished drinking, otherwise I won't be in a hurry to drink next time I steal wine, and I'll put it back when you hunt me down."
Lou Sanniang shouted angrily, "You bastard!"
Seeing that the two were about to fight, all of them suddenly changed their faces.
They all stood up straight and looked vigilantly towards the intersection ahead.
The footsteps came from far to near, with the unhurried steps, the gentle voice of the man came with the faint scent of medicine: "It's such a good day and this night, you chase after me, beat and scold casually, Sanniang swims. The wind is good and elegant."
Hearing this voice, their eyes suddenly lit up: "Rong Xian."
The visitor was wearing a long purple dress with a silver gauze over it, a purple jade belt around his waist, and a black hair bound by a wooden hairpin, lazily draped behind him.
She was carrying a medicine box on her back, only the purse accessories embroidered with cedar trees around her waist exuded a faint medicinal fragrance.
Compared with eight years ago, she has grown taller and more beautiful, and the breath around her body is more peaceful and kind, and the phoenix eyes have a soft smile, as if receiving the moonlight in the sky.
"It's really you, Rong Xian." Yun Youfeng jumped down from the wall, came to Rong Xian, looked at her carefully, and joked, "We're here, the genius doctor who can live and die, it's really good to see you. Three lives are fortunate."
Rong Xian: It's time to retrieve the Sword Emperor's blood.
(End of this chapter)