Fake Taoists in the world of film and television

Chapter 222 Xiaochuan, I’m late

Yi Buhuo didn't go out for three days in a row. Like an old monk in trance, Yi Buhuo tortured himself all the time in his mind. What he did during this period was broken apart, crushed and savored carefully.

As he thought for longer and longer, his ethereal temperament became restrained. His face lost the sparkle. He no longer had the aloofness to keep strangers away from him, and he became more restrained and low-key.

This is not a regression in his realm, but a hidden edge in his heart, which stabilizes his originally vain mind, reaffirms his own ideas, and eliminates the conceit that has a great influence on himself.

Although he is still the same person and his strength has not improved much, the gains this time are unparalleled and huge. He has straightened the path to continue to progress, filled the pit that he unknowingly fell into, and started from the side road again. Turned back.

"knock off!"

Yi Buhuo opened his eyes. No light came out of his head, nor did he exhale to become a sword, but he was full of energy and his complexion was rosy.

It seemed as if he had just slept and woke up naturally, feeling content and relaxed, with no restraints on his body.

"Perhaps I have entered the wrong profession. I obviously went to Taoism when I was a child, but the ideas I learned are biased towards Buddhism. Where can I reason from?"

I subconsciously touched the top of my head. Isn't this a sign?Does it mean that I am about to lose my hair?

But I haven’t reached middle age yet, and I haven’t reached the age of hair loss...

Raising his hand to block the slightly dazzling sunlight, Yi Buhuo stretched out with warmth all over his body. One day was like three autumns after not seeing her, and he almost forgot what it was like to bask in the sun the last time.

"It's been seven days?"

Yi Buhuo's eyes widened, and he let go of the passerby who he suddenly grabbed to ask about the time. He ignored his cursing complaints and quickly turned around and walked in the direction of Xianyang Palace.

He had been in seclusion for so long this time. In his perception, only a moment had passed. He thought it would only be one night at most.

"There are no years in the mountains..."

Shaking his head helplessly, Yi Buhuo finally felt at this moment how cheap time was and how incompatible he was with this world.

Now he has really embarked on an unprecedented path. The passage of time that everyone is afraid of is so ordinary in his eyes. A lot of time has passed by just practicing.

After sighing all the way to the palace, Yi Buhuo sorted out his mood. Just be different from ordinary people. Isn't this what he pursues?

Who doesn’t want to see you forever?If you can't transcend and lose sight of everyone again, then you didn't come here in vain!
Looking up at the courtyard in front of him, which was also a remote one in Xianyang Palace, Yi Buhuo tried hard to stretch the muscles on his face and put on a heartbroken expression.

Then he rushed in at a trot with red eyes, wailing as he ran.

"My poor Xiaochuan, my brother is late. How could they treat you like this? You are simply not human..."

After scolding him for a long time, he finally remembered that he hadn't asked which room Yi Xiaochuan was in. His expression seemed to be too early.

"Father, which room is Yi Xiaochuan in?"

"Report to the Imperial Master, he is in that room."

Looking in the direction pointed by the father-in-law, Yi Buhuo thanked him before continuing his expression, continuing his performance and pushing open the door.

Although the room was large, the layout was a bit messy, and there was an unpleasant smell. For the first time, Yi Buhuo felt that his keen sense of smell was not an increase, but a punishment for him!
Looking at Yi Xiaochuan lying motionless on the bed, Yi Buhuo rushed over and held his hand tightly, crying sincerely, with emotions on his face.

"Xiaochuan, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me. Why are they torturing you? Don't leave me alone..."

Yi Buhuo covered his heart, looking at Yi Xiaochuan's lifeless face as if he was so sad that he almost lost his breath and followed him.

Yi Xiaochuan, who was awakened by him, opened his eyes. In his originally bright and lively eyes, now there was only dead silence. Not only was there no fluctuation, but there were still bloodshot eyes that had not faded, which made him panic a little.

"Xiaochuan, it's good that you're not dead, but you know how worried I am about you. Since the last time we said goodbye, His Majesty has deliberately used excuses to hold me back. By the time I know what's going on with you, it's already too late."

Yi Buhuo lay in front of his bed, crying and blaming himself.

"It's all my fault. I was negligent. If you dare to hurt my friend, I will kill Ying Zheng to avenge you!"

Yi Xiaochuan, who was like a corpse, tightened the hand he let go and grabbed it in turn. Seeing that he had something to say, Yi Buhuo stopped.

"Lao Yi, you don't have to blame yourself. What should have happened has already happened. There is no point in talking about it anymore."

Yi Xiaochuan seemed to have seen through everything, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

"It's not worth getting you into this again just for me."

"Xiao Chuan, you said this and I blame myself even more. It's all my fault for not taking good care of you. How should I explain to Yu Shu!"

Yi Buhuo stared at him with red eyes, looking like he wanted to lie down with him, desperately taking the responsibility on himself.

"Yu Shu..."

Feeling the hand holding him gain strength, Yi Buhuo patted the back of his hand comfortingly.

"I originally wanted to hide it from Yu Shu, but Ying Zheng appointed me to take care of her. No matter what, I can't hide from her. I don't understand how there can be such a vicious person in this world!"

The way Yi Xiaochuan gritted his teeth made him have no doubt that if Ying Zheng dared to appear in front of Yi Xiaochuan now, Yi Xiaochuan could eat him alive.

"Forget it, now that I've fallen to this point, there's no point in living for me. I might as well just die like this!"

"What will Yu Shu do if you die? She came to me to inquire about you a few days ago. If she knew you were dead, she would probably do something stupid."

Yi Buhuo shook his head as if he had come before and said: "The act of committing suicide for love sounds very romantic, but inside it is two naked lives. The two people who should have been together for the rest of their lives, have just withered away like this. It's so sad. gone."

As if he heard the meaning of his words, Yi Xiaochuan fell silent. He had died a hundred times, but he didn't want Yu Shu to die with him.

"Xiaochuan, you don't have to be too negative. I heard that this thing can actually be taken back. Maybe there is a way out?"

Now that he had dispelled his will to die, Yi Buhuo began to paint cakes.

"Really?"

Yi Xiaochuan's eyes lit up, but then he closed his eyes dejectedly.

"I have indeed heard that broken limbs can be reattached, but they need to be sent to the hospital in a very short time, and even after reattachment, the movements are not as flexible as before."

"It's impossible to do it with the medical conditions here, and I don't even know where they put my things right now. What you said has no basis at all. It's only possible unless Daluo deity descends to earth."

"People always have thoughts. Think about it, you have even experienced traveling through time and space. How do you know this is impossible?"

Yi Buhuo smiled and said: "As long as there is a glimmer of hope, it is enough. At least there is something to look forward to. Even if it has some impact after being connected, it is better than nothing, right?"

"Maybe……"

Yi Xiaochuan couldn't be as optimistic as he said. There was nothing more sad than heartbreak. He was already like this. How could he return to normal with just a few words of comfort?

How can people who have never experienced it empathize with it?You will not understand your own pain and sorrow.

"By the way, I remember I never told you that I am not from this era. How do you know that I have traveled through time?"

Yi Xiaochuan suddenly opened his eyes. He didn't realize it before. Maybe because he was optimistic by nature, it was easy to overlook that Yi Buhuo's way of speaking was completely incompatible with this place.

I just felt that he had the right temperament, had many topics in common with me, and easily became friends.

But now that he was extremely sensitive, he finally realized the difference in Yi Buhuo.

"Did you also come through time travel? Besides me and Gao Yao, there is a third person who has come through time travel, right?"

Yi Xiaochuan suddenly became excited, grabbed his wrist, and subconsciously wanted to get up, but when he touched the wound, he took a breath of cold air, and cold sweat soaked his whole body instantly. After letting out a cry of pain, he stiffened and did not dare to move.

"Didn't you say that the only way to restore you to your original state would be to have the Great Luo Immortal come down to earth? Why, did you forget what you just said?"

Yi Buhuo patted his shoulder lightly, smiled slightly and said: "I think in this situation, it is better for you to pray that I am a god descending to earth. Maybe I can make you healthy as soon as I am in a good mood?"

"who are you?"

Yi Xiaochuan endured the pain and stared at Yi Buhuo's face that seemed to have become unfamiliar.

"I am Yi Buhuo, and I am just Yi Buhuo! I am not what you call a time traveler. It's just that we see different things, are in different environments, and see different scenery."

"It's not just time travelers who have foresight. After all, you've seen too little."

Yi Buhuo shook his head, what's the point of asking these questions now?So what if I admit it?
Yi Xiaochuan couldn't protect himself. What intentions did he have towards him? Could he still resist?

Compared to the time travel he mentioned, Yi Buhuo felt that he was more suitable for the word stowaway. A person who was not in the script to begin with could do anything unpredictable.

This is also the reason why he is targeted by this world everywhere.

Even if he ignores that he is an outsider, with his current strength and realm, he can already connect heaven and earth, and he has no master in numerology.

This is a sign brought by heaven and earth!
Just like Lao Cui, even if he has no hard power, he can still see through the future and understand his own position.

Perhaps for Yi Xiaochuan, Lao Cui is no different from the time traveler.

This is the gap caused by the difference in vision and realm. Experts see the world directly and see the essence, while ordinary people can only fumble step by step.

Yi Xiaochuan is a chess piece, while Lao Cui has become a spectator, leaving the same level and entering another dimension.

But Yi Xiaochuan was right about one thing. For him, he was really the Great Luo Jinxian, and he could get exactly what he wanted.

To ordinary people, the rebirth of a severed limb is a fantasy, but to Yi Buhuo, it is just a small operation.

If the script between himself and Ying Zheng hadn't been decided, he would have really wanted to appear in front of others and open his eyes!
Although he was disappointed with what Yi Xiaochuan had done, he was here to change everything. Although turning tragedy into reunion was a prerequisite, he also needed to take the opportunity to vent his dissatisfaction.

Yi Xiaochuan's life has been too smooth, and the people around him have always suffered. If he is not allowed to experience some unprecedented suffering, how can he empathize with him and change his disappointing character?

Although according to the original plot, he did change a little in the end, but that was all catalyzed by one tragedy after another.

Now without these tragedies, how can he change?

Of course I had to help him change by myself!

Yi Buhuo raised his eyebrows, looked at the pale Yi Xiaochuan and said, "I don't have any ill intentions towards you, and you don't have to feel that you have been deceived."

"I have saved your life. If I had bad thoughts towards you, you would have died long ago."

Yi Xiaochuan relaxed his brows slightly, but then said as if he remembered something: "I remember I had a dream when we first met. I saw you stabbing me to death with a ferocious look on your face..."

"Maybe the dream at that time was a sign?"

"..."

Do you remember such little things?I don’t even care anymore. What do you mean you still miss me?Are you so petty?

Yi Buhuo twitched the corner of his mouth, doesn't hypnosis work?Even Yi Xiaochuan couldn't be hypnotized. It seems that he needs to improve upon his return...

"You already said it was a dream. It may be an illusion caused by the confusion caused by the unfamiliarity of the place you just came to."

"People will always be suspicious when they are in a strange place and lack a sense of security. This is normal. Now it will be better if we stay for a long time. Don't scare yourself."

"I'm tired, please leave me alone for a while. What I saw today has made my mind very confused."

Yi Xiaochuan hesitated to speak. After all, what Yi Buhuo said was not unreasonable. This was just another dream of his. Maybe he was really too worried.

Since I couldn't say it anymore, I had to close my eyes and see the guests off.

"Then you should pay more attention to rest. Yushu is still waiting for you. If you give up on yourself, she might do something stupid."

"It's useless to talk more. When it comes to feelings, you are the master. I don't understand this."

Yi Buhuo smiled mockingly, why should such a scumbag be the protagonist?

If he hadn't come all the way, in fact, he wouldn't have cared about Yi Xiaochuan's life or death at all. He should have saved those people who were valuable and worth saving.

Rather than being the culprit that caused all this!

But if he wants the tragedy to be complete, he is an inescapable link. This is a knot in itself, and Yi Buhuo can only hold his nose and admit it.

After all, the world itself is outrageous, and forcibly harming people just for the sake of tragedy. If I hadn't been incompetent, I wouldn't be here to change the tragedy, but become a night killer and a screenwriter who specializes in killing dogs!
What kind of brain circuit can write such a plot?
The male protagonist can be a novice, and it is inevitable that some tragedy will serve as a catalyst on the way to growth, and he accepts it.

But in the end, it all ends. Nothing has changed, nothing has been gained, and we have been losing. What is the meaning of this kind of plot?

How many flesh-and-blood characters died inexplicably. Characters who could be saved who shouldn't have been sacrificed ended up being forced to die. What's the point of having an inexplicable male protagonist?
Mascot?

Yi Buhuo stopped pretending, his originally red eyes instantly regained their clarity, his stretched face returned to normal, and there was even an unchanging smile on the corner of his mouth.

Turned around and left here without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)