Article 907

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The node for the replacement of the time has arrived...

He suddenly stared at the man sitting across from him, seeing that the man who was smiling just now suddenly closed his eyes, a burst of anxiety in his heart——

Since the resurrection of the ink, every three days, when the child arrives, the consciousness of stepping on the fairy will reoccupy the body, and it will not disappear until the middle of the second day.

This situation occurs, probably because the consciousness soul belonging to Ta Xianjun has been separated from the other two souls and seven souls for a long time, and it is difficult to integrate the consciousness into one, so even if the souls are now merged, they will be carried out at different times. Change personality.

Sure enough, after a while, when the ink burned and opened his eyes again, the brilliance of those eyes had changed.

Emperor Treading Immortal slowly raised his handsome face, he was obviously the same person, with the same body, but his demeanor lost a little bit of righteousness and added some dangerous and mysterious evil spirits.

Ta Xianjun grinned, his lips and teeth were thick, and his smile was open and wanton: "Well... I haven't seen you for three days, would you rather miss this seat at night?"

"…………"

He looked down at the tableware and chopsticks in front of him, as well as the half-eaten gudong pot. In the end, the critical gaze of the previous Emperor of the Human Realm fell on the tattered wooden chairs on the street and the greasy dining table that was obviously very sloppy.

——Those things that are fireworks in the world for Master Mo.

to him……

"Little Er! Come over to this seat!"

"Ink burn you to sit down!"

Such a commotion suddenly disturbed the surrounding diners, and everyone turned around, and suddenly someone said: "Ah! ... Is that Chu Zongshi?"

"Huh? Mo, Mo Xianjun seems to be there too? Isn't he dead?... Who will rub my eyes, I'm not going to be blind..."

"You're not blind, I saw it too."

A little girl screamed: "Ah! It's really Mo Xianjun!!"

The excessive movement attracted the attention of passers-by, and more and more eyes were cast towards them, and some people even recognized them completely. How can you eat? Did you make a mistake!" The Emperor Ta Immortal, before more people came over, called out Yu Jian from the flying dogs and fled in a hurry.

When rising into the sky, Chu nightning finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The moon is clear and bright, and the rest of the life after the catastrophe.

Everything was fine--if it wasn't for the immortal master who was still humming irritably behind him, he said dissatisfiedly, "What's so good about Mo Xianjun?"

"..."

"A bunch of bad guys! Why do they only remember Mo Xianjun?"

"..."

"It is this seat who repairs the Xuanwu barrier!"

"..."

"This is the one who saved their dog's life!"

"..."

"It's this seat that stops the monstrous flood!"

Chu nightning looked sideways, looking at the man who was gnashing his teeth and being angry, and suddenly felt that this guy was really careful, even eating his own vinegar.

"What are you looking at?!" Suddenly, I saw Chu Wanning's smiling eyes, and Teng Xianjun was first stunned, and then he narrowed his eyes, annoyed and pretended to be indifferent, "Even you. You are also the original. seat!"

With a slap in the face, Chu nightning was caught off guard and said angrily: "Don't move!" Sure enough, Yu Jian swayed slightly under his feet, but he was quickly stabilized by the magic breath with a finger of Xianjun.

Treading Xianjun wrapped him in his black and gold cloak, and hummed unhappily: "What are you afraid of. With this seat here, can you still fall to your death?"

Speaking of urging Yu Jian, in the high sky and moonlight, the sword shadow is like a black whirlwind, flying towards Nanping Mountain...

It was late at night, like every ordinary couple.

They go home.

Later, people occasionally saw the figures of Mo Zongshi and Chu Zongshi on the rivers and lakes, but they came and went without a trace, like a frightening shadow.

Later, there was another rumor in the cultivation world. Legend has it that there was a blind doctor who traveled from the south of the Yangtze River to Mobei. He always wore a hat and a veil, and no one had ever seen his true appearance. Only know that this blind man has excellent medical skills.

The most famous story about this healer is that there was a group of teenagers in Impermanence Town who were kidnapped and sold by monks when they were young. The doctor came here to practice medicine, and when he heard about this, he actually used the skin on his wrist as a medicine, and cut the flesh in exchange for those teenagers to regain health. The townspeople were grateful and asked for their names.

But the doctor said that he was nothing but a sinner.

Many, many years have passed, and the war of the past has become an old book. It has been so long that the children of the past have already drawn out, the young people of the past have mostly married, and the heroes of the past have gray hair on the temples.

Go to chūn again in winter.

Xue Ziming, the head of the top of life and death, accepted a child with a tie as a direct disciple and regarded it as his own. This little guy is familiar with himself, and he is not afraid in front of the famous Xue Zunzhu. I have been pestering Xue Meng all day long to ask things. One day, the little guy came over and asked him curiously: "Master, I heard you say a lot about the past of the master and the uncle. Are they ... still in contact with the master now?"

At that time, Xue Ziming, a generation of saints, stood by the Xuan window, looked at the bright peach blossoms outside the window, and said peacefully: "Occasionally."

The little guy was quite eager: "Then why don't you invite them back?"

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