Wei Youqing was overjoyed, this was probably Shangyang Zhenren, when he could still write, he wrote everything he should explain to himself in the letter, and only waited for him to hand it over to himself when he came. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was overjoyed to open the letter, but then he was dumbfounded, it was a white silk handkerchief, and a white ice cream flower was embroidered in the lower right corner of the handkerchief. But nothing was written on the white silk handkerchief.

Wei Youqing inquiringly unfolded the white silk handkerchief in front of Shangyang Zhenren, and said softly: "The old ancestor thinks he is mistaken, right?" There are no words on it. ”

Shangyang Zhenren closed his eyes slightly, and his throat made a "purring" sound again. Zhang Yueyin listened closer and told Wei Youqing: "Master said that there is nothing wrong, this is it." ”

After Zhang Yueyin finished speaking, he said to Wei Youqing again: "The time has come for the master to be respectful, you two should avoid it." ”

Wei Youqing hurriedly said to Hua Xijian: "It's a pity that you go out." He turned to Zhang Yueyin again, "Daochang Zhang, I will serve the old immortal with you." ”

Zhang Yueyin waved her hand and firmly motioned for Wei Youqing to withdraw. Wei Youqing stubbornly refused to leave, Zhang Yueyin had no choice but to pull him out of the door and said, "Master doesn't want people to look at him so embarrassed, you can bear more." ”

Wei Youqing had no choice but to stand under the verandah outside the door, bored and looking at the distant mountains like daisies. The Yuzhen Temple is very small, at most only the size of a front hall of the Great High Temple. It was also built in the depths of Yuzhen Mountain outside Yongzhou City, so that although it has survived for more than 300 years, few people know about it.

After a long time, Zhang Yueyin came out and called the two in. Shangyang Zhenren's residence is very simple, a few futons and a low table at the door, Shangyang Zhenren changed into a robe and still sat on his wooden chair, as if nothing had happened just now. Only a closer look can you see that he is not wearing pants on his lap covered with a quilt.

Wei Youqing's heart was very sour, he didn't want to ask any more words, cultivation, and fox clans. The old man in front of him is his relative, and he is also a cherished relative. He pretended not to notice anything, and moved a futon for Hua Xijian to sit at the feet of Shangyang Zhenren, while he sat on the other side, gossiping with Shangyang Zhenren.

Shangyang Zhenren smiled slightly and listened to Wei Youqing talk about his daily life with Xijian, saying that he would make snacks, read books, and plant beautiful flowers and plants...... It was the first time for Hua Xijian to hear Wei Youqing mention herself so much, and she was also overjoyed, an eleven-year-old girl was at a half-open age, and her usual growth environment was used to seeing men and women. She couldn't help but look at Wei Youqing with affection, revealing a touching childlike attitude.

The setting sun shines through the window lattice and shines on the face of Shangyang's real person. His withered face showed a glimmer of luster because of the company of two happy little men and women, and the slightly closed eyes and slightly upturned corners of his mouth showed that the old man walked calmly and serenely.

Wei Youqing stopped talking, he took Shangyang Zhenren's hand, silently pasted his face on these cold hands that were as hard as withered branches, and tears flowed down his cheeks and into Shangyang Zhenren's palm.

Wei Youqing didn't know where the soul would go when a person died, and he didn't know what kind of situation it was like for the soul to be scattered. All he knew was that the old man in front of him was gone, and his bones would be buried in the earth and finally turned to ashes.

Zhang Yueyin replaced Shangyang Zhenren as the host of Yuzhenguan, and there were also Shangyang Zhenren's junior brother Huazhen Zhenren and his disciple Sun Wangshu who remained in Yuzhenguan. Huazhen Zhenren is called "Zhenren", which is completely stained with the light of his senior brother, and his Taoism is shallow, even inferior to his apprentice Sun Wangshu. Although Sun Wangshu worships under the Huazhen Sect, he has been practicing with Shangyang Zhenren.

The rest of the people, He Jiming is in Xinzhou, Lu Liangjun is in Rongzhou, Hu Lingjun is in Luoyang, and Ruan Huaxiong is in Jiangning. The four of them were different from Zhang Yueyin and Sun Wangshu, because Li Yuehua in Lingnan did not believe in Taoism, so they had extremely strict control over Taoism. Although the four of them practiced with Shangyang Zhenren, it was private, and there was no Taoist degree. These four people belong to ordinary people in the official register. All four of them have meritorious fame, and they are officials in the four places, and they have all crossed the Ming Road.

Now the four of them rushed to Yongzhou from all over the world because of the funeral of Shangyang Zhenren.

In the mountains behind the Yuzhen Temple, a majestic and luxurious mausoleum is hidden in the verdant trees. Outside the mausoleum is a stone forest that guards the mausoleum, and each stone pillar is carved with various forms of foxes.

Wei Youqing touched the foxes on these stone pillars, this mausoleum was specially built for him by the apprentices of Shangyang Zhenren, judging from these foxes, these people already knew the story about the fox clan.

He Jiming walked to Wei Youqing's side and looked at this young man who was not much shorter than himself. The precocious boy has a high nose and deep eyes, and a pair of clear eyes that shimmer like obsidian. At the moment, his thin lips were slightly pursed, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he was concentrating on studying the fox on the stone pillar.

"Why are there so many foxes carved here?"

He Jiming stretched his clothes and knelt down: "Snow beaver immortals, the carvings here are all the ancestors of our fox clan." Master instructed us to follow the arrangement of the snow beaver, find the green fox immortal, and restore the glory of our fox clan in the past. ”

Wei Youqing sighed softly, all he could remember about the fox clan was the crystal clear ice and snow world, and the carefree laughter inside, as if in heaven. Overnight, this beauty was ruined, and the only thing left of the fox clan was the palm-sized place on Pearl Island. The green fox fairy has also become a jade statue in a stone cave.

"Get up, since we are all fox clans, we are brothers of the same clan, we must support each other in the future, and there is no need for these false courtesies. You should cultivate well first, don't hurt people, and don't repeat the mistakes of the old immortals. ”

Wei Youqing knew that the only thing he could do now was to wait for Wu Kongyang, who had a twenty-year appointment with him back then. "Twelve years, twelve more years." Wei Youqing muttered to himself.

He Jiming didn't know what Wei Youqing's self-talk meant, so he stood up as Wei Youqing said. Behind him, Hu Lingjun looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, and secretly sighed, the entanglement in the past life, the enmity in the present life, is all this a coincidence?

"Unfortunately, I remember that we said that we would go to Guangzhou to buy good things, is that so?"

On the boat back to Pearl Island, Hua Xi heard Wei Youqing ask about this coldly, and put his little hand on Wei Youqing's forehead with some worry, trying that his forehead was slightly cold, and he was not sick, so he said with confidence: "How many years have it been?" How do you think of this again? ”

"I have a lot of things to do on weekdays, why don't you remind me? Forget about it. ”

Hua Xi pursed her lips and stretched out her hand to twist Wei Youqing, but when she touched his arm, she patted it lightly instead, and shouted with a sneer: "What! I ask you every day, and you've said a few days! Later, I got angry and scolded me for being ignorant! ”