Fuji Avenue

Chapter 191

After kneeling for an unknown amount of time, Lin An slowly stood up, his legs were already numb, and his heart was extremely depressed.

After a long time, I came back to my senses, and thought to myself: "There is another way to open the door of reincarnation, and I don't have to lose all hope. Although the reincarnation stone is rare, I have heard of one in my previous life. As long as I find it , open the door of reincarnation, there is still hope..."

Thinking about it this way, I finally cheered up and reached out to wipe away my tears, only to find that they had already been air-dried.

What tears are you shedding? Haven’t you shed enough tears in the past 300 years?
He thought of the heavy past, shook his head dully, kicked his feet, the wind was blowing under his feet, and fled to the west.

……

In the area of ​​Fujian and Zhejiang, where the Changyuan Sect's sect is located, outside a certain elegant courtyard, there are more than a dozen monks standing in line at the door, all of whom are in the Diqiao realm.

Gu Naichun lowered his head in the line, waiting silently.

The person he is seeking to see today is named Zhang Yanshan. Although he is only a monk at the late stage of the Diqiao state, he has a vacant position in the clan alliance. The account, words have some weight.

It's just that Zhang Yanshan's door is really difficult to enter.

From last year to now, he has come here dozens of times, entrusted many relationships, and waited for several months, but still does not know when he will meet again.

"Wait, wait, in a lifetime, who hasn't begged?"

He enlightened himself like this, but the time was getting tighter and tighter.

If it drags on for some more time, and the entrusted matter cannot be resolved, it will be time to recruit monks in the northwest.

Once you go to the northwest, if you want to get out, it will be extremely difficult.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard someone calling: "Senior Gu."

Raising his head, he saw a blue-clothed disciple walking out of the gate, with a polite attitude, he stretched out his hand to signal that he could go in.

He breathed a sigh of relief, straightened his clothes a little, and walked slowly into the gate.

After passing the open courtyard in the courtyard, he was directly led into a side room.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw Chen Tieyi, a student of Zhang Yanshan's sect. His face looked rough, but his speech was gentle.

This person made a self-recommendation, saying that the teacher went to the Zongmeng headquarters to do business today, to take care of the work entrusted by the seniors, and the teacher asked himself to pass on the words.

Then, he talked about the business: "Senior Gu had two requests before, one was to have Gaotu Jia Haizi sent to the Northwest by the Zongmeng to join the charge and demon squad; The additional penalty order is to serve in the Northwest for five years."

He spoke in a more polite tone: "The teacher asked me to tell you that he tried his best to help with these two matters, but he can only help with one of them. Please consider carefully."

Gu Naichun frowned, and replied slightly: "You really bothered Zhang Daoyou, please trouble him to settle my apprentice's affairs first!"

Chen Tieyi nodded: "The teacher said that there is one thing that needs to be agreed with Senior Gu first, that is, even if the old man tries his best, he can only prevent another high-ranking student from being conscripted into the charge and extermination team, but when he goes to serve in the Northwest No matter what, there is no escape."

Gu Naichun's face darkened: "Then what if it only solves my problem?"

Chen Tieyi said: "The teacher can only help you deduct three years of service, and the first two years cannot be avoided."

Gu Naichun was furious when he heard this, and cursed in his heart: "You Zhang Yanshan, it's such a big place, and you only send a disciple of the psychic realm, so you want to send me away?"

"Okay, okay, you are so negligent today, be careful of the feng shui cycle, he will fall into my hands from time to time, and it will embarrass you a thousand times!"

A suffocation came straight from the lungs, and my stomach was about to explode.

After a long while, with a pale face, he forced a smile and said, "If that's the case, then I'll have to work."

……

Thin clouds pass over the mountains, clear fog surrounds the pine forest.

Yun Yinzong, Compliance Institute.

Jia Haizi sat quietly in the room, with his hands folded upside down, the green glow slowly glowing in his palms, and the purple aura lingered, as if he was practicing some kind of kung fu.

After a while, the door was pushed open, and Wan'er walked in from the door cautiously, and whispered to his back: "The master has sent a message, saying that he has entrusted his relationship to help you accommodate, and there is no need to serve in the charge and exorcism team. "

Jia Haizi's whole body was shocked, his face was flushed red, and he said excitedly after a long while: "Master, the old man has treated me as much as a mountain, and I will never be able to repay it in my life."

As she spoke, she went into a frenzy, turned around suddenly, slapped Wan'er hard without warning, and slapped Wan'er hard on the ground: "Bitch, are you disappointed?"

Wan'er rolled on the ground, clutching her cheeks tightly, a hot feeling spread from her face to her chest, as if the slap had been slapped straight to her heart.

The whole person fell to the ground, trembling.

He also heard Jia Haizi ask: "These days, the servants in the sect are so busy, what are they going to do?"

Wan'er's face was mournful, and she didn't know whether she should speak, and she replied after a while: "It is said that the head of the sect has confirmed that Wei Buer died in the Puppet Valley, and he is going to be included in the book of heroes of this sect. Zhang Luo's entry ceremony..."

"Is he worthy of such treatment?" Jia Haizi said angrily, "Can you tell Master about this?"

Wan'er replied: "Of course I said it. Master said, anyway, he is a dead person, so what's the use of holding him up in the sky?"

Jia Haizi snorted coldly, his anger could not be dispelled, but he stopped talking.

……

Banyan City.

It's the rainy season again.

These days, the weather has changed more frequently, sometimes sunny and sometimes cloudy, sometimes good and sometimes bad.

Today, it is rainy and foggy.

Fresh rain falls from the eaves of every house, and frogs are everywhere in the grass pond.

Here is a land of fish and rice, with ancient towns and old streets, small bridges and flowing water, green tiles and new willows, and small alleys with stone walls.

Ticking drops of water rolled down from the stone plaques on the street, the railings on the bridge, the ends of willow branches, the tile eaves of the stone walls, etc.

Accompanied by the infiltration of the drizzle, there are poetic and picturesque scenes everywhere.

A few miles to the west of Rongcheng, in a green field with lush grass, a tomb suddenly bulged up, and a bluestone tombstone stood in front of the tomb.

The inscription reads: The tomb of Yun Yinzong's disciple, best friend Wei Buer.

In front of the tombstone are all kinds of exquisite fruit cakes, gourmet dishes, and a pot of fresh bamboo wine, a specialty of Fujian and Zhejiang.

For some reason, five black fingerprints were painted on a plate of rock sugar pears, which looked rather abrupt.

A stunningly beautiful woman in light yellow veil sat cross-legged in front of the tomb regardless of the wet soil on the ground.

In front of her were the ashes of a newly burned paper fire, which had been soaked into a puddle of black mud by the rain.

Staring blankly at the ashes and black mud on the ground, she seemed to recall that when she first met that person, he was holding a black pot with black marks all over his face.

Looking back, this situation is actually a farewell.

Picking up the jug, she poured one cup after another, and drank it into her stomach one gulp after another.

The drizzle hit her beautiful and flawless face, and the rain marks ran down her cheeks and down her neck.

The sad and sad atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger in the drizzle, in the waving of a glass of wine, and in the sight of things and thinking about people.

……

Night, the rain did not stop.

On the streets of Rongcheng, a sneaky man in a bamboo hat walked through halls and alleys, turning around and knocking on the door of a hut in a certain alley.

The people in the house welcomed him in, invited him into the back room, and handed him a cup of tea.

"Brother Gu, stay safe."

The man took off the bamboo hat and said with a smile: "Let's gossip, do you have any news about Kuimu Peak?"

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