Chapter 48： Destiny

When the night, the quiet king is overwhelmed with alcohol and drunk.

When Xu Xingzhi returned Qing Jingjun back to the mountain gate, he could not see the quiet Jing Jun who knew nothing about it. He told him to climb the Tongtianzhu at the entrance of Fengling Mountain and use his "Margin" sword to engrave on the column.

He carved it in half and went back to ask Xu Xingzhi: "Go, do, what is your surname?"

Xu Xingzhi glared at him and cried and laughed: "Master, hurry up. After a while, Guangfu Jun sees you and punishes me."

The drunken quiet Jing wording is still decent and gentle: "As long as I am there, he does not dare. He punishes you, I beat him.... What is your surname?"

Xu Xingzhi: "Master, what do you ask this?"

Qing Jingjun smiled and the small dimples came out, whispering mysteriously: "Master has engraved your name on the Tongtianzhu. If the master gets the road and flies up the upper bound, Fengling Mountain will hand it over to you."

Xu Xingzhi was shocked: "Master! My master, don't! Don't you take this Fengling Mountain with you?"

Quiet and gentle, Wen Sheng said: "Not bad. Very good."

Xu Xingzhi felt a headache: "Master, we are not making trouble, go back to the room to rest."

The bell on the wrist of Xu Xingzhi was shocked and slammed into a piece, causing the attention of Qing Jingjun.

He clipped Liu Ye's eyebrows into a somewhat melancholy arc and reached out and grabbed Xu Xingzhi's wrist: "Come. I will take it for you."

Xu Xingzhi smiled: "...this is what you gave me that year, how can you reluctantly? Also want to go back?"

Quietly looking at Xu Xingzhi, he said: "...not good."

"What's wrong? You are going back to wash and sleep with me now, everything is fine."

It’s terrible to be quiet and stubborn. He repeats: “Not good.”

Xu Xingzhi was helpless, and suddenly heard the voice of Guangfu Jun suppressing anger: "Xu Xingzhi! What are you doing on Tongtianzhu?"

Although it was in the middle of the night, Qing Jingjun’s alcoholic madness did not alarm a few disciples. However, Guangfujun was still making a lot of thunder, and he was sent to go back to the "Chongzhen Zhenjing" and "Zhou Yi. "", "Bao Puzi inside articles" copied each time, handed in tomorrow.

Xu Xingzhi, who successfully robbed and became a patriarch of the Yuan Ying dynasty, received the first task, which was a transcript that was rarely done by junior disciples. It was very miserable.

"...Why do you always ask me to copy a book?" Xu Xingzhi was on the desk of the study, and it was very stagnation. "Guangfujun even punished me for going to the Qingzhu Temple and standing up all night."

The Jiuzhi lamp was grinding on the side, and heard the words: "Senior brother, don't worry. I will copy it with you. I can finish it before dawn."

Meng Zhongguang smiled brightly, his eyes shining like pure stars, and he could easily take away all the sights of people: "And me."

Meng Jiu and two people sat on one side of their own side, and Xu Xingzhi’s heart was filled with other emotions.

He raised his hand and pressed the backs of the two men, and kissed them in a circle: "Two silly children."

The tone of Xu Xingzhi’s speech is very pleasant. When he says “Children’s”, the tail is hoarse and charming. Meng Zhongguang is naturally happy to use it. The Jiuzhi lamp looks straight to Xu Xingzhi. He said: “Brother, I Not a child."

Xu Xingzhi naturally would not think in the direction of the side, laughing: "In the eyes of the brothers, you will always be children."

"Yeah." Meng Zhongguang put his head on the right shoulder of Xu Xing. Although he is taller than Xu Xingzhi, his actions of being so close and intimate are incomparable. "If you don't take the heavy light, you will be willing to live a lifetime." Stay with your brother."

Xu Xingzhi’s temperature is: "stupid."

Jiuzhi Deng looked at Meng Zhongguang and looked strange.

He couldn't figure out why a demon can deceive his brother without any greed, and he couldn't figure out where the vague envy and desire came from.

He did not think that he would inform Xu Xingzhi of Meng Zhongguang’s demon. However, he did not like to inform him that he was not a gentleman. Second, he had a handle in the hands of Meng Zhongguang. Third, he and Meng Zhongguang For many years, I don’t think that Meng Zhongguang has any plans for the right path.

The Jiuzhi lamp does not recognize the brothers like Meng Zhongguang. Although he is the same as him, he is not the same kind of person.

The left and right brothers are the younger generations of the younger generation. No one can give it to the right. In the future, it will be the orthodox successor of Fengling Mountain. Meng Zhongguang and himself must not be qualified to match the brothers.

Think about it this way, Jiuzhi Deng saw Meng Zhongguang and his brothers pondering, but felt that it was more peaceful and pleasing than the past.

The brother is the only light of the Jiuzhi lamp. Even if he is close to the sea, he only wants to follow the brother. If the brother can occasionally give him a warm glimpse, he is already happy enough.

He does not dare to demand more.

At night, the transcripts were the most boring and boring, and the spirits were depleted. The three men sat side by side, and there was no one to talk about the sky.

Meng Chongguang looked at Xu Xingzhi with his eyes brightly. He held a pen bite at the end of his mouth. The clear candle in his eyes could only accommodate the next Xu Xingzhi: "Brother, if you are a new person, who would you like to be with you?" ?"

He used the corners of his eyes to hook the nine lights that were copied by the boring head, and there seemed to be a smile in his eyes.

He once asked Xu Xingzhi with a similar question. At that time, Xu Xingzhi chose himself. Now he wants to call Xu Xingzhi in front of the nine lights and repeat the answer that made him secretly sweet for a long time.

Xu Xingzhi stopped the pen and thought about it: "...I? I want a father like Master, and I want a sister like Ruan. It is very good."

"...What about me?" Meng Zhongguang’s expectation suddenly fell into disarray, and he did not carelessly, "Sister, what about me?"

Nine lights are silent, only looking at Xu Xingzhi.

Xu Xingzhi smashed Meng Zhongguang under the table: "Go and go. Live a lifetime, do you still expect me to be a mother?"

Meng Zhongguang’s heart was suddenly unbearable, sucking his nose and being pitiful: "Brother, you said as long as I have."

Xu Xingzhi was entangled in no way: "If you want, you want to do it? You must have a master of North and South Snow, and you will be able to bring you to life if you can resurrect the world. One does not fall."

When Meng Chongguang heard that so many people had to accompany him, he was very unhappy, and he didn’t look at Xu Xingzhi.

The Jiuzhi lamp secretly evoked the lips because of hearing his name.

Copying and copying, the two small ones next to Xu Xing’s body couldn’t help but get into trouble.

After the Jiuzhi lamp struggled with the nine-tailed snake yesterday, it was scared for a long time. Later, searching for Xu Xingzhi in the mountains was also exhausted, and he waited for him to come back in Fenglingshan. Now he can’t open his eyes.

Meng Zhongguang also suffered from injuries, and he was very tired. He squatted at the table and slumbered.

Xu Xingzhi looked around and saw a smile on his lips.

There was a soft couch for people to rest in the study room. Xu Xingzhi picked up both of them and put them on the couch. They took a warm shackle and put them on them. They touched their hair and then Neck, a light smile, before returning to the window under the bright moon, the three books filled with Qinghui were merged together. When I was about to write a pen, I suddenly heard the outside window slamming three times.

Xu Xingzhi suddenly raised his head, only to see Xu Pingsheng wearing a sloppy star, standing outdoors, holding his lost bamboo fracture fan.

Xu Xingzhi was so happy that he came to the house with a slap in the face. When he closed the door, he couldn’t help but look back at his brother: "...even life."

Xu Pingsheng once ordered Xu Xingzhi not to call his brother in the mountain gate. Xu Pingsheng brought him with one hand, so Xu Xingzhi could only listen to it if he felt disrespectful.

Xu Pingsheng returned the "free pen" to his hand: "Uncle Shi took it from the top of the nine-tailed snake, and asked me to return it to you." At the end, he did not hold back the sentence, "... lost three, four, four Acting, how to become a big device."

Xu Xingzhi is quite happy: "Brothers are reprimanded."

Xu Pingsheng snorted, Xu Xingzhi immediately returned to taste, but did not apologize, only staring at Xu Pingsheng smile: "Life, thank you for caring about me."

Xu Pingsheng was stunned by him: "...I am leaving."

"Life." Xu Xingzhi remembered that Xu Pingsheng looked at his own eyes before leaving with Master. He thought about his move and reached out to hold Xu Pingsheng's arm. "I am with Yuanshimei..."

"You don't have to explain anything." Hearing this name, Xu Pingsheng seemed to think of something unpleasant, and the slightly loose look was tightened. He interrupted Xu Xingzhi’s words and said with a slight tone. “...for so many years, it’s hard work for you to avoid the Yuanshi sister for me.”

Xu Xingzhi did not want Xu Pingsheng to say this, and he said: "I have never been to Yuanshimei..."

Xu Pingsheng didn't open his face, and his sleeves opened his hand: "I said, I don't need you to explain more. Similarly, I have not fallen to the point where you want to let me go. Please talk to me in front of outsiders, thank you. ""

Xu Xingzhi has some regrets.

A dialogue that was still fairly peaceful was messed up by him. I knew that I wouldn’t mention it, but I could all be happy. Maybe I could take my brother and sit down and chat.

Fortunately, he is big enough, and all things bother him will not exceed a quarter of an hour.

Xu Xingzhi’s smashing in the body of Yuan Ying, this is the grand event of Fengling Mountain, and it is worth celebrating.

It was only two days after Xu Xingzhi’s day and night copying. Qing Jingjun held a celebration ceremony for Xu Xingzhi. Danyang Feng and Ying Tianchuan both sent congratulations, and Qinglianggu’s gift was sent by Wen Xuechen.

In the past few days, Xu Xingzhi was suffering from Lei Er. He could not find Xu Xingzhi. He was attacked by the Qinggu Valley disciple and returned to the valley for treatment. After two days, his health was better. The opportunity to come to Fenglingshan to visit.

According to Wen Xuechen’s statement: “Look, you are dead.”

Xu Xingzhi was replaced with the strict brocade robes that only appeared on the Fengling Mountain Festival. The close-fitting kimono outlines a very smooth and thin waistline, the waist is ringing, the wrist is covered with bells, and the clothes are innocent. It is also impossible to suppress his handsome and graceful three-pointer.

As long as he does not speak, he is the unparalleled white jade son in the world.

When he saw the arrival of Wen Xuechen, he smiled and shook his fan and said: "Warm white hair, what have you sent?"

"A pair of coral eucalyptus trees, more than a dozen kinds of medicinal herbs, and a pair of green scorpion furnaces." Wen Xuechen looked up at him, slightly frowning, "low down. The collars are not well, not like."

Xu Xingzhi’s smile: “It’s like me.”

Wen Xuechen didn't pick up his words. He only smiled slightly. He looked at the man who was two years younger than himself. He was very proud and arrogant. He was still a free and easy young man for many years. It was really embarrassing.

The ceremony was carried out very smoothly. Xu Xingzhi held the fan and stepped onto the high platform in front of the Qingzhu Temple. He was crowned with jade and jade. Qing Jingjun put the jade belt around his neck, gently holding his wrist, and the silver bell tied to his wrist was also caught in the hand and pulled him from the ground.

Xu Xingzhi is a little surprised: "...Master?"

Guangfu Jun, who was originally seated in his seat, felt that these ceremonies were slightly overkill, but he was puzzled. However, seeing Jing Jingjun’s so solemn movement, he clearly cleared his six points.

... Didn't the brothers take this opportunity to set the future inherited the theme of the Fengling Mountain?

Xu Xingzhi? How can it be Xu Xingzhi?

The warm snow dust sitting on the guest seat is a safe look.

Qing Jingjun has always been a painful pet, Xu Xingzhi, all four know, this time his body of Yuan Ying has become, Fengling Mountain future mountain owners are none other than him.

This result was in his expectation, he specially came to congratulate, but also wanted to take a look at Xu Xingzhi's ugly look, it must be very interesting.

When Qing Jingjun put on such a serious posture and led him to Taichung, Xu Xingzhi had already thought of this possibility.

Accurately speaking, since the Qing Jingjun wrote on Tongtianzhu that night, Xu Xingzhi expected that there would be this day sooner or later.

He whispered: "Master, no. I can't afford the position of the Fengling Mountain Lord. Guangfu Jun is still in his place. It should be him..."

Quiet and gentle channel: "The younger brother is suitable for assistance, but it is too old-fashioned, and should not be the respect of the Lord. Besides, I can be qualified for the position of the mountain owner, and you have nothing to do."

Xu Xingzhi is not interested in the position of the mountain owner. However, he has been on the high platform and has no retreat. Even the seemingly whispering Guangfujun has revealed his expression of "recognition" in his expression.

Xu Xingzhi saw that the big event would be completed, and he had to sigh a little, his eyes naturally falling, just in line with Meng Zhongguang.

In the eyes of Meng Zhongguang, the unreserved admiration and gentleness called his heart to gently shake, and Xu Xingzhi smiled at him unconsciously.

If you can become a mountain owner in the future, you can bless the memory of Meng Zhongguang and Jiuzhi Deng.

I was thinking of this, suddenly there was a commotion coming from under the seat, Xu Xingzhi looked at the sound, and could not help but change color.

——The nine lights in the original disciple’s ranks did not know when it was white, and swaying on one knee, holding the forehead, and unbearably breathing low.

There was blood in his eyes scattered, dip, and coiled, burning the cold black scorpion into a painful sea of ​​fire.

I don't know who lost the voice: "Magic Road! The magic path of the Jiuzhi lamp is awakened!"

Xu Xingzhi’s heart was shocked and he went deep into the darkness.

For more than 20 years, the nine branches of lights have not awakened the blood of the magic road, even today and today...

One of Xu Xing opened the hand of Qing Jingjun and flew down the high platform. He took the nine lights that were difficult to say into his arms.

The body of the Jiuzhi lamp was like a fire burning oil, and the flesh and bones sizzled. He broke into the arms of Xu Xing and tried to lean back and struggle, yelling.

He has always been forbearing, not painful and intolerable, and will never lose his way!

The blood of the magic road, knowing thousands of people, and living with the industry, in the magic of the people, this is a natural birth, but the reason why the nine lights are regarded as a waste by the magic road, sent to the right way for many years, because he is I have never seen the blood of the magical path for many years.

This pulse is exactly the opposite of the orthodox Taoism. The operation of the meridian dynamism is reversed. The sooner you wake up, the less you suffer. The nine branches of light have been practiced for many years. The meridians have been formed, and the flow is as smooth as a bead. Blood, is absolutely dangerous and arrogant, if no high person is leading the side, it will inevitably retrograde the whole body meridians, and the bones will burst and die!

Xu Xingzhi almost did not hesitate to divide, so he extradited the infuriating, sneaked into the nine branches of the meridian, and was trying to sort out the meridians and guide the air for him, and he heard the nine lights in his arms and tried his best. Cried: "Brother, I would rather die than enter the devil! You let me die - let me die -"

His sad voice echoed in front of the Qingzhu Temple, causing the disciples to be overwhelmed and face to face.

Xu Xingzhi’s heartstring shocked and he dropped his hand.

He has excellent ear pressure, can hear the sadness of the nine lights, and can hear the sound of his **** retrograde.

This is the child he brought from childhood. He rarely asked for himself, but this time he proposed that Xu Xingzhi should sit idly by and let him die in his own arms.

... This is his pleading.

Xu Xingzhi clung to the nine lights, and for a moment, he embraced him and leaped.

After a whistle, the "free pen" turned into a streamer jade sword, and the two men were supported.

Guangfu Jun lost color: "Xu Xingzhi! This is your Yuan Ying ceremony, where are you going?"

... not just the Yuan Ying ceremony, but also the successor ceremony.

A small demon repairs the blood of the proton, and should not become the reason for interrupting the ceremony. Just let it go for a moment, he can go retrograde and violently die.

However, Xu Xingzhi went so far, and he did not return. He disappeared into the eyes of everyone. He took the nine lights and did something. It goes without saying.

Guangfu Jun angered a few words, and he was surprised to see the Qingjun Jun: "Sister! Xu Xingzhi, he saw that the magic repair is more important than his successor style -"

It’s not surprising that I’m looking at the back of Xu Xingzhi’s back, and I’m not angry: “...not his fault.”

It is not the fault of Xu Xingzhi, nor the fault of Jiuzhi.

If you drink a drink, it is not fixed. Everything is just a destiny.