Zombie World: God-level paper binding system

Hu Xiu'er also laughed, her eyes were full of tenderness: "Well, from now on, my sister will protect you, just like when I was a child."

The two went down the mountain together and stepped into this world of mortals.

Knowing her identity, Hu Xiu'er didn't hide it anymore, and soon helped Zhang Yuan accumulate money, and later sent him to Beijing to rush for the exam, and won the first prize.

Having been an official for decades, he has been promoted step by step, and even almost achieved the position of prime minister.

In the end, Zhang Yuan retired and returned to Qinghe Village at the age of 70.

I gave up the mansion and the compound, and I still lived in the small wooden house, just like a few decades ago.

It's just that Zhang Yuan is getting old, and at dusk, Hu Xiu'er is still in her early twenties, her appearance has not changed.

In fact, Hu Xiu'er wanted to go to Xianmen to steal pills more than once to extend Zhang Yuan's life, but he stopped him every time.

Zhang Yuan had stayed in the Immortal Gate, so he naturally knew that with Hu Xiuer's Transfiguration Realm, which is equivalent to the strength of a human monk refining Qi and turning into a god, going to the Immortal Gate to steal is simply courting death.

Another five years.

Zhang Yuan's deadline has finally arrived.

He was lying on the wooden bed, his eyes were cloudy and he couldn't see clearly, but he could feel that Hu Xiu'er was holding his hand tightly.

"Sister Xiu'er...do you still remember the dream I told you about?" Zhang Yuan suddenly laughed.

"Of course I remember." Hu Xiu'er wiped away her tears: "It's been almost 60 years, and you still have that dream?"

Zhang Yuan took a breath and slowly shook his head: "Perhaps... I know what that dream is."

Death breath rose from him, and the oil was exhausted.

Yet at this moment.

A white light lit up in the room, and within that white light, a figure of a Taoist emerged.

"Senior Brother Zhou?" Zhang Yuan opened his eyes reluctantly and called out.

The Taoist was exactly Zhou Tong who had brought him into Taixu Xianmen before.

Zhou Tong looked at Zhang Yuan on the bed with complicated eyes, and heaved a long sigh: "Idiot."

"75 years of companionship, this karma should be broken, right?"

"The head said that he will give you one last chance to cut off the cause and effect with this fox demon, and then he can bring you back to the Taixu Immortal Sect, rejuvenate you, still teach you the fairy scriptures, and accept you as the true biography!"

Hu Xiu'er suddenly raised her head, her face revealing surprise.

She looked at the dharma sword that Zhou Tong had placed beside the bed on purpose, and suddenly stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to take the dharma sword over.

It's just that halfway through, the wrist was firmly grasped.

The person who caught her was Zhang Yuan who collapsed.

Looking at the Taoist in front of him, Zhang Yuan suddenly asked, "Senior Brother Zhou, what is the purpose of your cultivation?"

"Naturally for longevity?" Zhou Tong didn't hesitate.

"Then what is longevity for?"

"This..." Zhou Tong was taken aback.

Zhang Yuan laughed: "I practice seeking immortality to be able to protect everything I own, to protect the people I care about, and to be free and unfettered together."

"But now, let me abandon everything I care about in order to live forever. Wouldn't that be a waste of money?"

"Brother Zhou, please go back and tell the head, and say that I have been satisfied for the past 60 years, and I have no regrets, and I don't regret my original decision."

Done.

He finally closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually stopped.

Zhou Tong stared at Zhang Yuan's body in a daze, and after a long time, he sighed: "I am persistent."

The moment a person dies, memories of the past come flooding back.

At this moment, the dream that had haunted him for decades finally became clear.

Countless memories came to mind.

In the haze, Zhang Yuan suddenly understood.

"So...I'm not Zhang Yuan."

"My name is Su Mo, I am a time traveler, and I am the true biography of Maoshan!"

.........

I'm Su Mo!

Su Mo suddenly opened his eyes.

The wind blows, the vegetation shakes, and there are green hills and waterfalls in the distance.

And ahead, is the gate of the valley.

Behind, dozens of tribal elders gathered together and whispered.

Finally, Song Kun said, "Su Zhenchuan?"

"Why do you stay at the gate of the valley all the time, but don't go in? Could it be that there is some danger inside?"

"You stopped there for dozens of breaths."

Dozens of breaths?

Su Mo took a deep breath.

It turns out that I have always stayed outside the valley and never stepped into it.

So just now...was it an illusion?

But very real.

In more than 70 years of life, every memory is vivid in my mind, as if I really became Zhang Yuan and spent 75 years.

He finally saluted and bid farewell to the group of old people, glanced at the valley, and finally walked step by step.

Soon, the lush vegetation completely covered his figure.

The journey is not too far.

After walking about a thousand steps, they had already arrived at the gate of the valley.

"Stop comers!"

Just when Su Mo was about to go in, a huge boulder nearby suddenly swayed, and finally turned into a stone giant with a height of several feet. The figure scolded in a low voice: "The valley is the resting place of my master."

"Non-immortal disciples are not allowed to enter and disturb!"

Su Mo stretched out his hand, Maoshan's Shangqing Immortal Sutra circulated, and a wisp of Shangqing Qi escaped: "Junior Su Mo, Maoshan's contemporary true disciple."

"Maoshan?"

Feeling the pure immortal aura, the stone giant saluted with his fists in his hands: "I've seen Su Zhenchuan!"

"My master has been here for thousands of years, and he finally waited for the Xiandaomen."

"True pass, please come in."

Su Mo nodded and was about to walk in.

The stone giant suddenly said, "Su Zhenchuan, I have a request."

"Please say."

The giant glanced into the valley from a distance, and said softly: "I was created by the master when he was dying, so I can't leave this hundred thousand mountains. I can only guard the tomb for the master here day and night."

"Please also pass it on. If it is convenient, bring the master's ashes back to the Central Plains for burial!"

Su Mo nodded solemnly: "Junior remember it."

"Please." The giant saluted and moved out of the way. .

Chapter 654

In the valley, there is no glorious mausoleum as imagined, nor are there ruins left by the destruction of the world.

At the end of the line of sight, there is only a mausoleum with a radius of about two feet, which can be regarded as rich and noble for ordinary people, but for an invincible real person, it seems a bit out of place.

There is an obelisk on the mausoleum, but it has no name and surname, and it is blank.

At this moment, on the obelisk, there was a Taoist sitting cross-legged, with a calm expression and long hair tied up with a jade hairpin, but his body seemed a little illusory.

But Su Mo understood that this was not a soul.

The soul of Master Miaoyuan has long been dissipated in the catastrophe, and now this figure is just his last remaining "thought".

"It seems that my luck is good." The Taoist seemed to have sensed someone coming in, and opened his eyes to look at Su Mo: "Before it completely dissipates, an immortal sect came."

"Maoshan true biography Su Mo, I pay my respects to Senior Miaoyun." Su Mo cupped his hands in a salute.

"Maoshan..." Miao Yuan muttered the name, as if recalling some kind of memory: "How is Yunxu?"

Su Mo was slightly startled, he was actually the old friend of the patriarch?

But soon he calmed down again: "Patriarch Yunxu has now walked through the Dao of Immortals, ascended to the upper realm, and dominates a star."

"Heavenly Immortal." Miao Yuan said with a complicated tone of emotion: "You, Maoshan, have had a pretty good relationship with me Taixu since ancient times. You don't feel wronged if you call me senior."

"Come and sit down."

His attitude is very kind, I don't know if he has been lonely for a long time, or he really has good friends with Maoshan.

Su Mo nodded, without evading it, walked over generously, and sat cross-legged beside the tombstone.

"Actually, when I fell, I no longer had any power, but the remaining aura nourished a huge stone outside, and a hundred years later, it gave birth to wisdom. This tomb and stone tablet were all cast by stone demons. The stele has no words."

Listening to Miao Yuan's narration, Su Mo couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

With all their souls gone, a trace of remaining aura can turn an ordinary stone into a spirit, and the power of a real person is as powerful as this.

The two of them just chatted in such an ordinary way, neither talking about doom, nor inheritance.

"The illusion outside the valley is the experience of the predecessors?"

"Yes, and no." Miao Yuan shook her head: "My choice is somewhat different from yours."

Su Mo nodded, indicating that he knew.

This is also normal.

After all, if he followed his choice, then Miaoyuan's final outcome would be to die of old age, and there would be no later Master Miaoyuan.

He looked at the tombstone under him, with a complicated look in his eyes: "My first choice was the same as yours. I would rather give up my mana, but also protect her well and take her down the mountain."

"After a long time, I was about to die of old age and was lying on the sickbed. Brother Zhou came and gave me a choice."

"There is a great terror between life and death. It turns out that it is the first time I know that I am still afraid of death, or... after seeing the longevity of a monk, I am no longer willing to return to ashes like a mortal. earth."

"So I hesitated at the time."

"She saw my thoughts, and she killed herself in front of me with a magic sword...I didn't stop it."

Su Mo listened quietly without interrupting.

Whether it is right or wrong, this is what happened thousands of years ago, and now Miao Yun has only one remnant left, which is about to disappear, so he has no room to judge anything.

Miao Yuan sighed: "So from that day on, I have a demon in my heart, and she is my demon in my heart."

"I dodged the thunder calamity, but the subsequent wind calamity and fire calamity came from my heart. My heart was full of demons, and I fell into the illusion of the year again and again, and my thousand years of cultivation fell short."

Speaking of this, he smiled wryly: "I gave up everything for longevity, but in the end, I also lost everything because of longevity."

"Senior, do you regret it?" Su Mo finally spoke out.

"regret?"

Miao Yuan showed confusion, but suddenly shook his head after a long time: "I never regret it, the idea of ​​longevity is also my obsession."

"Just feeling guilty about her."

"I also want to thank you. You went through those years, and I was also in it. Your choice made up for my original regret."

"It's been a thousand years in a blink of an eye. Since I've waited for you today, my obsession should dissipate." Miao Yuan stood up: "My wish, the stone demon at the door must have told you."