Everyone in Shulin saw Xuan Wuzi touch "Phantom", and with a wave of "Phantom"'s sleeve, he flew upside down and hit the bookshelf. Most of the tomes fell off and buried him on the spot.
Mo Jing who was originally on the bookshelf also jumped out, pointing at Xuan Wuzi and cursing silently.
No, Phantom, it won't hurt...
Xuan Wuzi struggled to get up, his face already full of thoughts of death.
This is not an illusion, is it the Master Uncle himself
Everyone: "..."
What's going on, the loophole in the agreement is that the master and uncle have not been to Shulin for many years, and they will never and need not appear here.
next moment-
"You're here!" Xiao Shen rushed over and wrapped himself around Shang Jiyu.
Shang Jiyu followed Xiaoshen, sat him down on the table again, and said softly, "What's wrong?"
It is true that Shang Jiyu doesn't appear in the book forest anymore, this time it was Xiaoshen who found Shang Jiyu, after searching just now, he felt that he had found some clues, so he called Shang Jiyu.
"I found a book written like this..." Xiao Shen handed him the excerpted text.
Daomi thought blankly at the side, let me omit a little bit, brother Xiaoshen forced me to look for it, and I was almost blind when I found it.
other people:"??"
They might as well have known how close Shang Jiyu and Xiaoshen were to Dao Mi, who just kept thinking.
Why did Zhuhan and Shishu hug each other
Why did Zhu Han read a book like no one else after hugging his master and uncle, and ignored everyone
Did Zhu Han and Master Uncle care about us real people
…
Xiaoshen read a passage: "Look, it says here that everything in the world is in order, but practice and restraints must be reversed..."
All things must conform to the weather, but practice is against the sky, obeying a mortal who has lived for only a hundred years, and becoming an immortal immortal. There is a saying that goes, "If you obey, you will be born, but if you go against it, you will become immortal."
The theory recorded in this book generally believes that the same is true for the restriction, and it is difficult to untie it only if it is reversed.
Although it wasn't written about the ring of control, Xiaoshen felt some of the same ideas from it. The ring of control of the spirit is the opposite, and it is different from other prohibition ideas. It is very tricky and surly.
"It does seem to be in the same line." Shang Jiyu flipped through the original book and frowned.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Shen asked.
Dao Mi was also very curious. Although he helped Xiaoshen find this, his knowledge is not too extensive. After all, he has only lived for less than a hundred years. He does not understand some characters and allusions recorded in this book. Only then did Xiao Shen ask Shang Jiyu to come and take a look.
"This book is a collection of out-of-the-ordinary theories, and this one is somewhat similar to the spirit control ring on your body. It came from Taoist Yanfen." Shang Jiyu said.
Naturally, Xiao Shen didn't know who this was, so he glanced at Dao Mi.
Daomi also shook his head, indicating that he hadn't heard of it.
"The Daoist Yanfen recorded here is a nickname. He was named because of his sexual love for women. He was a loose cultivator. His original name was Luo Jia. He died very early and was not well-known. But he has a disciple and adopted son who is very famous. It's Luo Pin." Shang Jiyu said.
"It's Luo Pin's master!" Daomi took a breath, and seeing that Xiaoshen was still confused, he asked, "Brother Xiaoshen, do you still remember that I told you that Patriarch Yu Zhao was fighting with a heretic?" The one who fell was Luo Pin! He is very famous, he said that there are three thousand ways, everyone has their own pursuits on the way of cultivating immortality, and each proves the way. But he wanted to prove the way of killing intent, which made the world of cultivation dark for a while."
"Oh, that," Xiaoshen still has some memories, but in the past, Dao Mi mostly talked about their ancestor Yu Zhao.
"Hmm! I heard from my grandfather that Luo Pin was also born with supernatural power back then, claiming to have the power of a dragon..." Dao Mi said.
Xiao Shen: "..."
Xiaoshen counted with his fingers: "Recognize the golden dragon, the dragon platform, the art of slaying the dragon, the power of a dragon, and your allegory about the dragon king farting... I found that you humans really like to arrange dragons!!"
And it's very contradictory. One moment I want to listen to the dragon chant, the next moment I want to slay the dragon, and I compare myself to the dragon.
Domi: "Uh..."
Xiaoshen didn't say anything, Daomi really didn't care about it, but he said: "This, this is also a matter of course, it is all a disguised worship of the power of the dragon race. After all, the Yuling sect is dominated by the human race, and the human race has always worshiped it. The tradition of the dragon clan. It is a pity that there are no dragons in the world, only countless legends are left."
The human race can only use it for obscenity, let alone allegory, there are so many poems and idioms, whether they are flattering or licking or crazy, countless and varied, fully demonstrating the breadth and depth of human race literature.
After hearing so few, Brother Xiaoshen already felt it
"Besides, isn't it the same for you Shui people?" Dao Mi said again, "You always claim how close you are to the dragon blood, and you are the descendants of a certain dragon king, eight hundred generations... grandson..."
—He actually wanted to say the grandson of a turtle, but he was afraid of irritating Brother Xiaoshen.
"Brother Xiaoshen, haven't you heard it in your family, do you have real dragon blood?"
Xiaoshen: "... yes."
But not blowing.
"That's right! Eleven of the ten aquariums say this," Daomi clapped his hands, "not mentioning other races. After all, it is said that dragons are inherently obscene and have left a lot of blood. We Shulin are better at this aspect. What about the textual research books?"
You can't just allow the aquarium to mention it, and other tribes can't mention it. All ethnic groups are equal in the qualification of blowing the dragon.
Xiaoshen was thinking about it and didn't see how much you respect Benlong... At this moment, he coughed unnaturally, hey, the human race's habit of compiling history and compiling books is too bad. It's been 10,000 years, still remember us Dragons like this.
"By the way, let's talk about Luo Pin." Dao Mi saw Shang Jiyu standing quietly in a blink of an eye, and then remembered to digress.
"Oh... I also remembered, didn't you say that he and Yu Zhao both fell?" Xiaoshen opened his mind, "Is it possible that that person is his disciple, or he himself! Right? "
Daomi was silent for a while, and said: "Impossible, Luo Pin has no disciples, and Patriarch Yu Zhao died with him in order to avoid future troubles forever. Both of them are dead."
Xiaoshen was stunned for a moment, "...why?"
Once a cultivator realizes the Dao, even if he perishes in this life, his perpetual roots have been planted. After reincarnation, he will be different from ordinary people, and may continue to lead the way. But if the mind and soul are gone, then there is no hope.
This is the same as someone who obviously took the first place in the trial of xinxing and then changed his mind not to cultivate immortality. It was completely beyond Xiaoshen's understanding.
He didn't understand why anyone would do this.
Daomi nana said: "My grandfather said that only those with great virtue and strength are not afraid of life and death."
But in the end what is a great virtue and power, and why they would rather die, it seems that even Dao Mi can't express clearly.
"Then let's say... the clues are also broken, and he has no descendants." Xiaoshen sighed, thankfully he was still very excited just now.
"If this is really related to Taoist Yanfen's lineage, then it is also possible that there is still a remnant in Luo Pin's party, and he also gathered some followers under his banner back then. Or, some cultivator accidentally obtained their Taoism Cheats." Shang Jiyu analyzed, "Then this person probably doesn't come from a famous sect, or even just a casual cultivator."
If so, he wouldn't risk the outlying Taoism acquired by Hu Lian.
"Uncle Master is right! And I can continue to read the book, maybe there are other clues." Dao Mi said excitedly, now that he might be involved with the great devil from thousands of years ago, he is also more motivated.
"That's good, look hard!" Xiao Shen said, "I'll go first!"
Daomi: "..."
…
When Xiaoshen came out of Shulin, he found many small boats with many people on board.
He thought that everyone in the Yuling Sect was almost the same as those in the book forest, but the huge crowd in front of him let him know that there were many more people in the Yuling Sect than he thought. The later in cultivation, naturally, the less often I spend in the book forest.
When these people saw Xiaoshen and Shang Jiyu walking out together, they all became agitated...
"Why do I feel that they don't seem to be reading." Xiaoshen pondered, although they were all pretending to look around or pass by.
"They came to watch the excitement." Shang Jiyu said lightly. The time just now is enough for the news to spread everywhere, and I don't know if these cultivators really have nothing to do, or they even put aside their work just to see them.
"Watching the excitement? What's the excitement?" Xiaoshen looked around, why didn't he see it.
Shang Jiyu held the young man's hand, Yujian flew away, and the sound of small discussions could still be heard below him.
Many of these cultivators do not coincide with the disciples who often go to Shulin today, and they have also heard about Xiaoshen's deeds. In addition to being surprised, some people said that it is a bit logical, this little clam is good at fighting across borders just like his master and uncle. .
Of course, the accident is still an accident, the little clam was able to subdue the big killer, this situation, this is the real one person through the ages, it is worthwhile for them to come to watch at the risk of being beaten by the master and uncle...
Only then did Xiao Shen understand, "Are you looking at us? Why?"
Shang Jiyu unconsciously put on a slight smile, his voice still condensed into a thread in the wind, and it was clearly transmitted to Xiaoshen's ears, "Because no one was with me like you before."
"Really?" Xiao Shen hugged his waist from behind, "You are so good!"
From the first time they met, Xiaoshen felt that Shang Jiyu was the most pleasing person in Yuling Sect, the best among the human races he had seen.
"Then you should be gentle with me, don't be unreasonable all the time." Shang Jiyu said lazily.
Xiao Shen let go of his hand, but Shang Jiyu turned around and circled him, "Why, didn't you hug him first?"
"It was you just now?" Xiao Shen broke his arm, "Go away and tell him to come back!"
"I also just appeared." Shang Jiyu said, but as soon as he grasped his body, Xiao Shen hugged him, "I can't be him at night, and he is also during the day. We have all reached a consensus, split half of the time, now it's time me."
If in the past, they had never had such a discussion, whoever wanted to show up would show up, anyway, there would be no difference.
Now... it's different.
But Xiaoshen lost interest in talking, "Hmph..."
Shang Jiyu wanted to ask knowingly, "What were you talking about just now?"
Xiaoshen didn't want to talk to him, but there was another matter, he thought, it would be no harm to ask this Shang Jiyu, so he didn't answer the question instead: "Today I went to watch the golden palace to select immortals, the first place in the trial of mind, I voluntarily gave up joining the sect and chose to go back. What is the human race thinking, there are people who are willing to exterminate their spirits before, and there are people who are clearly determined, but give up the immortal journey and return to the world for decades. "
Shang Jiyu said casually: "The human race is very complicated, and there are people like me who will please you at one time and not at another time."
Xiao Shen: "..."
Shang Jiyu suddenly lowered his head, looked at Xiaoshen who was forcefully held in his arms, "Do you really want to know?"
Xiaoshen looked at him inexplicably, "I don't want to know what I'm asking you for."
He thought, he doesn't know, Dao Mi doesn't know, maybe Shang Jiyu who has lived as a human race for a long time will know.
Shang Jiyu whispered in his ear, "Then I'll take you to have a look."
The long sword turned around and flew towards Zongwai.
Shang Jiyu left the Yuling Sect and flew eastward with his sword at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing the mountains and forests under his feet slowly change, the population increased, and finally a human city appeared in front of him. At this time, it happened that the afterglow of the setting sun had completely disappeared, and the city was full of lights.
Xiaoshen also guessed that he was going to take him to see the human race, so he poked his head eagerly.
Since he came out of Lanyu... er, Wangjiatan, he has been staying in Yulingzong, and has never been to a city where mortals live together.
Shang Jiyu led him to the top of the city tower, took a few glances, "Today is a festival."
Xiao Shen also saw that the street was buzzing with people, everyone was watching a group of people dancing with red cloth and bamboo strips.
Shang Jiyu said: "This is a dragon lantern dance."
"Dancing the dragon lantern, we are arranging the dragon clan again..." Xiaoshen pondered for a while and quickly understood, "No, is that a dragon??"
Wow, the dragon is so mad, how can our dragon be like that, with a fat body, protruding eyes, and no scales, it's so ugly, it's so ugly! What happened to the human race!
The dragon clan has been away for 10,000 years, so they can paint and paint whatever they want, anyway, there are no dragons to care about!
Xiao Shen was so angry that he wanted to jump, but Shang Jiyu couldn't find out.
At this time, Shang Jiyu said: "This is evolved from the ritual of praying for rain by the human race. I hope that the dragon race who is in charge of the world's waters will bless them with good weather and good harvests. People will dance dragons only on grand festivals."
Xiaoshen stopped his anger before he knew it, and he also noticed that the faces of the surrounding humans were full of smiles, and the lanterns were reflected in their eyes, dotted with stars.
... In this way, it is also out of respect for dragons. He was completely out of breath.
"The fate of mortals is difficult to control by oneself. Even the clouds and rain have to be prayed for. In the eyes of cultivators, they only have a few decades of life, like ants. However, for these decades, in the eyes of some human races, ordinary The joys, sorrows, sorrows, and joys are worth thousands of years to become immortals. The person who chooses to give up is indeed determined, and he has indeed figured out what he wants."
Xiao Shen half understood Shang Jiyu's words, but he also faintly sensed that the atmosphere here is very different from that in the cultivation world.
"Go down for a walk." Shang Jiyu took Xiaoshen and took a step forward, and his figure was already on the bustling street.
Xiaoshen looked around curiously, everything about Yuling Sect, although thousands of years have passed, is still in the cultivation world, rivers fly in the sky, words can turn villains, everything is so normal.
It's a completely different world here, where everyone steps on the ground and sweats profusely when lifting heavy objects.
At the same time, the words of these mortals also fell into Xiaoshen's ears. It turned out that some mortals wanted to learn like the cultivators of Yuling Sect, but what they pursued was not Taoism, but something else.
Xiaoshen was dazzled, with his curious and innocent appearance, he was usually the best soliciting target for vendors. But who told him to follow a handsome and fierce man, no one dared to approach him.
A child ran forward with his head buried and bumped into Xiaoshen's leg, and Xiaoshen caught him.
The child was still holding a dragon-shaped candy painting in his hand, looked up and saw Xiao Shen, "Thank you brother!"
"You're welcome." Xiaoshen said, pulling out the candy from the child's hand.
Child:"??"
Xiaoshen let go of him and continued to walk forward.
The child started crying in the back, and a female voice could be vaguely heard asking, "What's the matter, why are you crying?"
"This one is also in the shape of a dragon." Humans really like dragons very much. Xiaoshen looked at the candy and smelled it again, but he didn't want to eat it, so he threw it back, and the candy returned to the child's hands.
The child foolishly clutched the lost candy, with snot still hanging from his mouth.
In front is another group of dragon dancers, and this time there are two dragons, two dragons playing with pearls, and people can't stop applauding, shouting: "Dragon Lord bless you, the weather is good!"
Mr. Zhenbao has been away for ten thousand years, but the human race still misses him.
Now that I am the only dragon in the world, let's help Mr. Zhenbao and make these human races happy.
Xiaoshen performed the water technique, and a cloud quietly floated out of the jade belt around his waist, rising straight to the top, the color gradually became darker, and then raindrops floated from it, just covering the dragon dancer and the crowd of onlookers.
"Ah! It's raining!"
Screams sounded, and in the middle of the street, which was still extremely lively just now, everyone covered their heads and ran away in all directions.
"How annoying, why is it raining!"
"What are you doing, why is it only here."
Xiaoshen was also dumbfounded, "Why did they leave? I haven't watched the excitement yet! And these people don't look happy at all. Didn't they say that the dragon dance is to pray for rain?"
Shang Jiyu also noticed it, and took a look at the depressed young man, "I hope that the weather will be good in the coming year, but it doesn't mean that it will rain immediately. Ordinary people will get sick if they are exposed to the rain casually, so how can they continue to play?"
"Huh? So weak?" Xiaoshen finally knew how weak a mortal was, and hurriedly took Yun away.
But he also saw clearly that among the running humans, the adults were protecting the children, and the husbands were protecting their wives from the rain. Even if they were avoiding sudden rain, the humans were still hugging each other.
It is precisely because of this that the weak human race has become a race that cannot be ignored in the mainland of China.
Xiaoshen felt that although he didn't understand everything, he no longer had the idea of not understanding the human race who gave up the immortal journey, "Then why did Yu Zhao choose to die?"
But this Shang Jiyu was a bit stingy, he even said indifferently: "You can ask your little black man, isn't it Yu Zhao's sword intent, maybe it is clear."
Xiao Shen: "..."
Xiaoshen wanted to scold him at first, but Shang Jiyu suddenly took out a ball of colored silk, "This is the 'Dragon Ball' snatched by the dragon dance just now. It is a folk custom of the human race. Whoever touches it will be blessed by the Dragon Lord for a year. You are also a water tribe." , this is for you."
Xiaoshen took the colored silk, although Mr. Zhenbao often scolded him, Blessing must be too lazy to bless...
He glanced at Shang Jiyu, he was very relieved to have this heart, the dragon clan is also superstitious, otherwise they wouldn't call Xiaolong Xilong.
Looking at Shang Jiyu this time, it seems that he is not so annoying, "Thank you."
Shang Jiyu watched the young man take a look under the light, his deep green eyes were round and moist, shining with the light of flames, and the meridian spiritual power surging in his body also seemed to fluctuate with the light in and out of the young man's eyes.
Shang Jiyu held the young man's shoulders and said in a low voice, "Thank you..."
His finger rubbed the boy's neck a few times, but he hit it straight, and touched a place that made Xiaolong comfortable. Xiaoshen tilted his head subconsciously.
Shang Jiyu's eyes became darker, he lowered his head, but he stopped abruptly when he was approaching the boy, and retreated quickly. His face was cloudy and uncertain, and he squeezed out an inaudible sentence from between his teeth irritably: "Why not?"
…
Not far away, members of the dragon dance team, who were looking for where the "Dragon Ball" went, looked around, and suddenly saw two people standing under the tower, one tall and one short, and the short one standing sideways, still holding the dragon ball, suddenly angry Do not call one place.
This happens every year.
He put his hips on his hips and yelled loudly: "The one in white, return the dragon balls, your son is still teasing him with dragon balls when he is old!!"
Xiaoshen's eyes widened, and he threw the "Dragon Ball" at Shang Jiyu, "Who is your son! You are taking advantage of me, you are so annoying!"
Shang Jiyu caught the "Dragon Ball" and threw a elixir to the people. After all, he didn't have any money with him, so he pulled Xiaoshen again, turned around and reached the tower.
Seeing the two big living people disappearing suddenly, the man clutched the elixir in his hand, his eyes were straightened, and he met a god...
"I didn't call you son, that person mistook it." Shang Jiyu stated calmly to Xiaoshen, "You are too short."
He also asked Xiaoshen to take the dragon ball.
Xiaoshen refused to answer, human race, superficial, he shouted: "But I'm rough!"
Shang Jiyu: "Huh?"