Xianye

Chapter 1 The old book in the urn, the lone sword in the box

Dongmizhou.

Xiaoganshan, Xuanzhen sect.

"The money and goods have been clarified, but apart from the chariot talisman of Leshanfang, Nephew Chen still needs to hand over to me the White House magic sword bestowed by Senior Sister Yan Zhen. By the way, there is one more thing. Almost forgot..."

at this time.

Xuanzhen faction has a cave wall in the rock mansion.

The short, fat man in a deacon's uniform stroked the three or two short beards under his jaw.

He walked a few steps with the pretty girl in the purple shirt and skirt behind him, found a wooden chair and sat down with a smile on his face. After looking around for a week, he asked kindly to the owner of the cave here:
"Senior Sister Yan Zhen won the prize of 210 Zhongfu Dan at the Dharma Conference last time. Junior Brother Yan Ping said he saw it with his own eyes, but when he sorted out Sister Yan Zhen's belongings, he only got [-] four. He asked me to say something more , I wonder if my nephew has any clues?"

Look up.

The scene here can be called bleak.

Except for sundries such as bed and book table, there are no precious gold ornaments such as gold and jade, let alone the rumored pearls and pearls, coral tortoiseshell, seven treasures agate and colored beads.

The deacon Taoist thought to himself.

Even the small courtyard that my father-in-law bought at the foot of Xiaogan Mountain without telling his wife and daughter was ten times more luxurious than this.

It was someone who took the first step to search for it.

Or, the young Taoist priest in front of him is not as favored as the rumors say?

The Taoist deacon only glanced in doubt, then dismissed the latter thought.

The young man in front of him was dressed in a white robe without any frills, his slender figure almost blended with the skylight, he only used a simple green wood hairpin to tie his hair, and the wide robe with big sleeves was spotless.

That pair of extremely good-looking eyebrows always carried a chilly look, as if the mountains were high and the fog was far away, and they would always be unattainable.

But his demeanor was so clear and penetrating, like a light rain on a spring mountain, appearing gentle and quiet.

It's no wonder that Yan Zhen tried every means to capture this person into the Xuanzhen sect during her lifetime.

Not to mention women.

Even in the body of a man, he will be taken away by his demeanor for a while.

While the deacon Taoist was amazed, his daughter, the girl in the purple shirt and skirt, had her dark eyes widened, and her face was full of uncontrollable excitement and curiosity.

"It finally came again, the cause and effect of this body—"

Chen Heng, who had been waiting for a long time, clenched his fingers, suppressed the panic in his heart, and chuckled nonchalantly:

"The talisman of Le Shanfang is here, but the juvenile black chariot was already asked for by Yan Ping's junior brother who was sent to another deacon's room the day before yesterday, and the uncle came a little late."

Chen Heng handed out the green and white seal that had been held in his palm for a long time.

Before the deacon had time to pick it up, the girl beside him took a step ahead and rushed forward.

When the two hands touched, Chen Heng didn't feel anything, the girl in Ruqun had Xia Fei's cheeks, and even the roots of her ears were flushed.

She held Xiao Yin in her heart, but did not retreat.

He lowered his head, as if he wanted to say something.

But before the girl murmured.

The Taoist deacon was already jumping up, and pulled her behind with a dark face.

"You shouldn't believe in the wickedness of this poor child! What kind of world do you bring her to see! Let her mother scold her severely when you go back!"

He was furious from the bottom of his heart, and he tightened his grip on the girl's wrist a little bit.

"As for the Bailu Sword."

Chen Heng was completely unaware of the scene in front of him.

"The Bailu Sword is a magic weapon of flying swords. I haven't even accomplished the fetal breath yet, and I haven't entered the path of immortality. How can I drive it?"

"Then, what does nephew mean?"

The Taoist deacon glared at the girl again, and wanted to raise his hand to tap her on the top of the head, but he didn't know whether he was worried about Chen Heng's presence, or he was reluctant to strike, his arms rose and fell a few times, or he gave up.

These two should be father and daughter.

Chen Heng thought to himself.

"Since the Bailu Sword is not with you, how can it be in the hands of other musicians in Leshanfang? Besides you, who else can get this special favor?" The deacon Taoist finally turned his head to look at him, and his eyes added a little Displeased.

Chen Heng shook his head and said:
"That's not the case. Only when going out with the frame, Master Yan Zhen will temporarily lend me the Bailu Sword and send it to me. Once I return to the mountain gate, I will take it back. Normally, I and all the musicians in Leshanfang , it is difficult to see the face of this sword."

"Oh?"

The Taoist deacon was slightly surprised.

"Uncle Yan Zhen was afraid that I would commit suicide when I was alone, so he never kept sharp objects close to me. Even the hairpin was sent by Dao Tongmo with the tip removed, not to mention the sword."

Chen Hengping explained a sentence flatly, without any waves in his voice.

"Then... the White Lu Sword?"

"Before Master Yan Zhen was assassinated, boy Yuguan from Lianyan Mountain once asked her for the Bailu sword to protect himself." Chen Heng said indifferently: "Boy Yuguan is now killing demons in the area of ​​Beiling. This matter is not only my fault. , even Master Yan's father, Elder Yan, knows which one is true and which is false, and when Yuguan Boy comes back, Master Master will ask."

"So that's it, isn't it? I see."

The deacon Taoist nodded half-believingly, but before he could say the rest of the interrogation, he was interrupted by Chen Heng raising his hand.

"If Master Uncle still wants to ask me about Zhongfu Dan, then just ignore it. If you want to inflict crimes, there is no excuse. This pill is not suitable for me. Besides, after Master Uncle was assassinated, everyone present and I were killed. Elder Yan got angry and was imprisoned in the water prison for a hundred days. Not to mention his belongings, even his long piano was taken away by the senior brothers in the execution room."

Chen Heng's eyes were dark, and he said:

"If Yan Ping wants to punish me, this excuse is too clumsy. I was injured by Xu Si, and my life is not long. He feels that he can't even survive a dying person?"

The Taoist deacon looked at the pale to almost bloodless face of the young man in front of him, and shook his head.

At one moment, his teeth were cold, and at another moment, he felt a little unbearable.

When Yan Zhen was still alive, although Chen Heng was regarded as a plaything in the palm of his hand, he could come and go when he wanted, and he was not free for a moment in this mountain, but he also had an honorable status.

Lezheng who became Leshanfang at a young age.

Although it was clear that Yan Zhen set up this job and even the entire Le Shan Fang to please Chen Heng, no one dared to say anything more.

Because Yan Zhen's biological father, Yan Feichen, is not only the head of the three elders of Xuanzhen Sect.

His Taoism is a high-level mage who has built a foundation and opened up the Purple Mansion.

Driving clouds and electricity, taking off from the ground, turning iron into gold and so on.

In this realm, nothing more than a small Doyle.

If he can further understand the mystery of the cave and participate in the golden elixir, he can be called a real person in the vast Eastern Mizhou.

With such a background, before Yan Zhen passed away, Chen Heng could do whatever he wanted.

Relying on Yan Zhen's love for him.

This big and small Ganshan Xuanzhen faction, there are really few who can stop him.

It's a pity that Yan Zhen died suddenly. On the way back from visiting friends, she was attacked and killed by Xihai Sanren Xu Min. She wiped out her soul with a single sword strike, and she couldn't even ask for reincarnation.

A group of attendants were also affected by this fight, and more than half of the 40 people died.

Although Chen Heng was lucky enough to survive, he was also hit by Xu Min's true qi, and he had to suffer from the cold poison every day, cooking his internal organs.

even so.

Afterwards, he was still punished by Yan Feichen, imprisoned in a water prison for a hundred days, and suffered more injuries.

Even today, they can't even keep their place in the Leshan House. The seals and carriage frames have to be handed over to the deacon's house to be counted and recorded, and registered one by one.

So come and go.

Even people who are ignorant of the world know that Chen Heng is no better than before...

"If Uncle Yan Zhen was still alive, how would the Taoist priests in the punishment room dare to ask you for bribes, and who in the faction would take away your position in the Leshan room? Now, even a piano is going to be taken away?"

Thinking back to the past, the Taoist deacon sighed endlessly, and stopped talking if he was too lazy to say anything.

The so-called Zhongfudan incident was originally Yan Ping's begging for him to be accused of weaving for Chen Hengluo.

When he came today, he found out that Yan Ping had resorted to means to snatch the most valuable immature black chariot in this cave first, without leaving him any oil or water.

Recalling that Yan Ping entrusted him with work before and did not show any filial piety, the deacon Taoist didn't want to go into this muddy water.

"My job is to order my uncle to confiscate the talisman and come to be this villain, but this time I have offended him."

After a polite chat with Chen Heng.

He caught a glimpse of his daughter's inexplicably shy and timid expression.

The deacon Daoist's heart was so violent that he couldn't understand it, he snatched the small green and white seal held by the girl with his hands, and tested it with his real qi.

After seeing that the aura from Yin Xin was correct, he was about to leave quickly.

"and many more."

Chen Heng suddenly called out to him.

"I, my clan brother—"

Thinking back to the face in the memory of this body, Chen Heng frowned and asked:
"I don't know where his body was placed by the sect?"

"Brother Clan? Wait, you are talking about the one who led you up the mountain with Senior Sister Yan Zhen?"

"He was placed in the yizhuang under Xiaogan Mountain. There are special guards there, but the nephew wants to take his body back to his hometown?"

"Before he died, he specifically asked me to bury his body in the clan site, as he wished."

"Senior nephew is very generous!"

The Taoist in charge praised him, and when he was about to continue to leave, he caught a glimpse of Chen Heng bowing his hands and saluting from the corner of his eye.

Under the wide sleeve robe.

The exposed red string ornaments tied around the wrists.

"It's actually this thing! Isn't this a talisman to go to Diyuan? You are so bold!"

The Taoist deacon's heart skipped a beat.

Regardless of the girl's searching gaze and faint struggle.

The Taoist deacon laughed and laughed a few times, grabbed her like a rabbit, and didn't say much.

As soon as he left the cave, he wrapped the two of them with real qi, turned into a golden flame and flew away.

In an instant, he plunged into the sky and disappeared.

……

"It's finally gone, it should be, no flaws have been revealed, right?"

Seeing that the two finally left, Chen Heng calmed down slightly, and his tense mind relaxed a little.

Fortunately, the one who came was someone who was not very familiar with this body.

Although Chen Heng accepted the leftover memories, but in some subtleties, his gestures would inevitably be noticed by close people.

but.

If you talk about close people.

Except for the dead female crown Yan Zhen.

Xiaoganshan Xuanzhen faction, this body, it seems that there is no other person who can be regarded as close?
Chen Heng didn't think about it anymore, and stretched out his hand to pinch the seal.

The mountain walls on both sides rumbled, and soon joined together, closing the door, as if it was natural from the beginning.

"Immortal Dao, Immortal Dao..."

Chen Heng sat down on the futon, looked at the empty stone cave, and pondered.

Struggling in a hospital bed in the modern world for six years, being abandoned by his parents, and finally dying tragically on the eve of New Year's Eve, was he actually reborn into this young man with the same name and surname?

This is very different from the previous, the great world of immortality.

"Here... can I seek longevity?" Chen Heng lowered his eyelashes, and his mind was surging like a tide.

But don't wait for him to think about it.

The sudden chill that burst from his heart interrupted all his thoughts arbitrarily.

The sudden cold air restrained him like a gauze from the inside to the outside, from the internal organs to the skin surface, every movement brought a raw and cold pain, piercing the muscles to the bones!

"Why did it happen again!"

Chen Heng's expression changed suddenly, and he suddenly vomited black blood uncontrollably, his ten fingers clawed at the hard ground, and countless veins in his neck surged.

The unspeakable colic seemed to become stronger with every breath, and the bloody smell rushed up from the throat, burning like acupuncture for a while.

It wasn't until dozens of breaths later that the coldness sneaked back like a snake, as if it had never happened.

At this time, in the cold weather of the twelfth lunar month, his forehead and back were soaked in sweat.

"Xu Si, Han Dou is really Qi."

Chen Heng slowly propped up his back from the ground, blood beads rolled down from the torn fingers, and made a sound like cracking paper:

"It's absurd to be a human being in two lives, but still be unable to escape the plague."

He folded his five fingers together, and subconsciously grasped something in his waist pouch in his palm.

The warm, transparent, delicate and smooth touch from the opening made him feel relieved, as if all distracting thoughts had been cleared away.

"Jinchan, I didn't expect you to come to this world with me, and you can still show miracles. What a blessing."

Chen Heng spread out his hands, staring at the exquisite cicada-shaped jade carving in his palm.

"However, in the current situation, what should I do?"

Gently grasping this jade carving that was accidentally picked up in the stream in the previous life, and inexplicably came to this immortal world after death, Chen Heng pondered:
"and also."

"The involvement of this body is really troublesome..."

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(End of this chapter)