I didn't intend to be a Fairy

At dusk, Horseshoe Mountain.

A swallow was lingering above the clouds, lingering, rehearsing over and over in its mind what to say and what to do next, to ensure that there would be no mistakes, and then it went down through the clouds and flew into the pavilion.

The people from the rivers and lakes on the Yanxian Terrace below have already dispersed, and only a few scattered people are still here, either discussing, discussing, or meeting for a walk and chatting.

In the pavilion, a young Taoist sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

A three-coloured cat is on the left side of the pavilion. It bends down and stretches its buttocks. After stretching, it shakes its head so that its facial features cannot be seen clearly.

The swallow stopped at the far right of the pavilion and turned into a boy.

The young Taoist also opened his eyes.

"Be courteous with your step."

"Sir, I've been waiting for a long time, I..."

The inexplicable rehearsal just now disappeared from my mind.

"..."

The young man was silent for a moment, then bent down and stretched out his hand, holding a small red pill in his palm: "Sir, please take this pill."

Song You took it, took a look, and said to the cat next to him: "Miss Sanhua is here, I want to leave for a while, but my body will still stay here, Mistress Sanhua, don't think I'm dead... "

The three-flowered cat turned its head and looked:

"What?"

Song You shook his head, raised his head and accepted.

The world was shaken, and the soul came out of the body.

The world is still the same world, the color is still the same color, a little different, but I can't tell.

The three-flowered cat turned its head to look at Song You who was sitting on the ground, and then looked up at Song You who had stood up. His eyes gradually opened wider and wider, and his mouth opened slightly. When he looked carefully, he could vaguely see the protruding Two small fangs, in short, looked extremely surprised.

"Taoist, you have become a ghost!"

"It's just a fugue."

"What is Shenyou?"

"I'll explain it to Empress Sanhua when I come back." Song You said in a low voice, "I also ask Empress Sanhua to look at my body for me."

"oh……"

Song You then looked at the boy and nodded at him:

"Please lead the way with one step."

"good……"

The boy suddenly turned back into a swallow.

Miraculously, Song You followed him and turned into a swallow. Because the eyes of swallows are different from those of humans, and the light they see is different, so after becoming a swallow, what Song You felt the most was that the whole world changed in his eyes.

The distance, height, color, and even the feeling of moving and still things are different.

Even looking at Empress Sanhua was a little scared.

It can only be described by the word wonderful.

"gone……"

The swallow that the boy turned into flapped its wings and flew away.

Song You didn't understand the swallow's flying experience, but he didn't need to control himself at this time. It was all about how the swallow flew before, and he would follow it naturally.

The sensory experience is preserved.

So I felt the evening wind, crashed into the clouds and mist, and suddenly looked at the hundred thousand peaks and forests, the rivers and rivers, and the setting sun sinking into the earth, and the blood stained the mountains and rivers.

Swallows fly fast, in a hurry, and like to change directions.

Sometimes it soars upwards, almost vertically, without a trace of the ground in the entire line of sight, as if it is about to pierce the sky, until it hits the depths of the clouds and mist, and the whole body is wet and cold.

Through the clouds, already above the sea of ​​clouds.

The sky at dusk is extremely pure, the setting sun in the sky has not yet disappeared, the sea of ​​clouds is dyed red, and there are some bright stars above the head, and the more you count, the more.

At this time, there is unlimited freedom in the heart, as if the world is so big, you can go and get it.

Not long after feeling it, the swallow suddenly folded its wings again, like an arrow that lost its strength, and plunged straight down into the sea of ​​clouds.

After passing through the clouds again, the earth is full in front of my eyes. Looking from the sidelines, it is just two swallows flying in the sky. I am not surprised, but I can experience it for myself, but it is the sound of the wind howling, fighting against the sky. Ordinary people yelled out in fright.

Until the ground became bigger and bigger before the eyes, and the grass and trees on the ground could be seen clearly, and felt that it was about to hit the ground to death, the swallow spread its wings, but suddenly changed direction and flew to the left.

So left and right, up and down.

This kind of excitement is like the beauty of mountains and rivers overlooking from a high altitude, challenging the limits of the senses and the heart.

But for Yanzi, this is nothing more than ordinary.

The sky is getting dark, the mountains are only shadows, and the river is just a belt reflecting the rays of the sun.

Swallows stay away from human habitation and only fly towards dusk.

Unfortunately, the end of the road.

Swallows fly into the deep mountain house.

"Canopy..."

Both swallows turned into human forms.

The house is full of swallows' nests under the eaves, and many swallows are flying inside and outside the house, chirping.

The colored lights were hung high in the courtyard, but few people were seen.

"gentlemen……"

The boy quietly glanced at him, and made a gesture of invitation.

Song You walked in with him.

Walking into a big room, the interior is elegantly decorated, but there is only one old man sitting at the head. The old man was tall and thin, his hair was like silver threads, and his face was wrinkled, as if he could be blown down by the wind. Seeing him like this, Song You knew why Yanxian was still here and the water demon was still making trouble.

Seeing him walking in, the old man quickly stood up with a cane, cupped his hands and said:

"The honored guests come to welcome you..."

Song You didn't dare to neglect, and hurriedly returned the gift:

"During the Song Dynasty, a mountain native from Lingquan County, Yizhou, heard the name of Immortal Yan earlier, and it is really lucky to meet him now."

"Whether it's right or not, it's just a name that people in the world shouted indiscriminately." The old man's voice was also very old, and he quickly pointed to the chair next to him, "Fellow Daoist, please sit down quickly."

"Thank you."

Song You didn't hold back, just sit down when asked.

"According to the current habits of the people at the bottom of the mountain, fellow Taoists can call me Duke Yan, but Immortal Yan is not acceptable."

"Yanxian is polite."

"Although fellow Taoist is young, his morality is astonishing, and he is a righteous person who eliminates harm for the people in Lingbo County. I should have personally invited him, but he is old and has trouble walking, so I have to call this useless descendant I'm here to invite a fellow daoist." The old man said, glanced at the young man standing respectfully at the side, and shook his head secretly, "This kid is cowardly and useless, I hope he didn't neglect fellow daoist."

"Yanxian's words are wrong..."

Song You also glanced at the boy who lowered his head.

I just asked him how the scenery in the sky was like this morning, and he invited himself to experience a wonderful flight in the evening. He didn't think it was a coincidence, and he didn't think that Yanxian always invited people like this.

The little goblin is ignorant of the world, and has simple and sincere feelings. If you show kindness to him, he will return kindness to you.

It's hard for Song You not to like him.

Besides, tonight's flight trip, not to mention thousands of dollars, is really hard to get in exchange for ten thousand dollars, and he still can't forget it in his heart.

It's hard for Song You not to be grateful to him.

So he just smiled and said: "This little friend has a pure and kind personality. Although he and I have only been together for a short time, but we have talked twice, but they are also harmonious. It is not what Yanxian said."

"Fellow Daoist doesn't know..."

Old Yanxian smiled and said to him: "This child was timid since he was a child, he dared not talk to others, he was scared when he saw people, and he couldn't speak a few words when he met his own kind, elders, even brothers and sisters."

"Then he must be very good at getting along with himself."

"Haha, let's not talk about this..."

Lao Yanxian waved his hand: "I haven't invited fellow Taoists to drink tea yet, it's really rude."

As soon as the words fell, there were two extra cups of Gaiwan tea on the table.

Old Yanxian served one of the cups first.

Song You took another cup.

The strange thing is that he was wandering in his mind, but he was able to pick up the cup as usual, lift the lid again, and smell it closely.

"Good tea..."

Song You smiled and praised.

This is interesting.

"Fellow daoist likes it, as long as you like it." Lao Yanxian paused, "Just now I heard that fellow daoist claimed to be from Lingquan County, Yizhou, but if you dare to ask, are you from Fulong temple?"

"Exactly."

Song You was not surprised.

The interval between each generation of Fulong Temple's descendants traveling down the mountain is at least 30 to 40 years. In this era when the average life expectancy is more than 30 years old, it is not appropriate to say that many people's lives have been separated, but it has been a long time. In addition, many temple masters don't casually reveal their origins when they travel, and it's normal for ordinary people not to know, but this Yanxian is so old, it's almost impossible to say that he doesn't know Fulong Temple.

I only heard Lao Yanxian sigh again:

"It's another generation..."

"yes."

"Duoxing Taoist is your master?"

"yes."

"I've seen her..."

Old Yanxian's eyes revealed memories.

She is really a beautiful woman, and she is really a reckless person. She only practices the five elements of spiritual law, and only learns the five elements of spells. When I saw her, she was not yet thirty. Even the head of the Lei Department of Tiangong and the famous Jin Lingguan are not necessarily above her.

What a proud son of heaven.

But such a proud son of heaven, walking in the world, is too easy-going, sometimes it really shouldn't be.

At that time, he still had a good descendant, and he fell in love with the Taoist priest at first sight, and admired him endlessly, but once the fate was formed, he also missed a lot of practice.

This time, I learned a lesson——

Counting the time, the person who got rid of the water demon in Lingbo County might be the descendant of Fulongguan, so he chose a descendant who didn't like negotiating with others to invite him, so as not to practice wrongly again.

Lao Yanxian glanced at the young man, seeing that he lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, and ignored him, just continued:

"Tiansuan Taoist is your ancestor?"

"Exactly."

"Speaking of which, I'm also indebted to him."

"Appreciate further details."

"Although it was nearly a hundred years ago, at that time I was already in my twilight years, and I couldn't seek the way of God." Lao Yanxian shook his head and sighed, "It just happened that the Taoist Fulong Guantian traveled through this place, and he calculated the future. There will be a severe drought in the state, so I should prepare early. Later, there was a severe drought in Xuzhou, and I protected the people here, and I have gained a firm foothold in the incense and fire gods."

"I see."

Song You nodded thoughtfully.

No wonder—

Regulating the wind and rain is now a divine ability, it is too difficult to rely solely on Taoist magic to protect one side of the rain in a severe drought, when he heard it earlier, he was shocked, thinking that this Yanxian's ability is beyond the sky. But if it was prepared many years in advance, it would be much easier to accept.

Let’s talk about Shinto——

It is not difficult to walk on the way of the gods, just find some believers, but the old Yanxian has existed for thousands of years, and his pursuit is naturally different from that of the wild gods in the countryside.

One is that the source of incense must be correct.

The second is not to provoke Tiangong and the imperial court to suppress.

As for that ancestor, although Song You had never seen it, he knew about it.

The masters of Fulong Temple in the past are all extraordinary, but their skills are different. For example, the master is best at fighting skills, while the ancestor is different, good at calculating heavenly secrets.

Dao numbers are taken by themselves.

The master traveled thousands of miles, so he was named Duoxing Daoist, and the master was named Tiansuan. Human calculation is not as good as Tiansuan, and I am Tiansuan, and I am also arrogant, but I heard that his old age is ominous, and he was not comfortable before his death.

"In short, I have inherited a great favor from Fulongguan. If I have not returned it to Taoist Tianshu, I should also return it to the descendants of Fulongguan."

"Yanxian was joking."

Song You respectfully said: "Heaven has the virtue of good life, and saving the common people from water and fire is a good deed. Yanxian thinks that he used my master's ability to walk on the way of incense and fire, but from my master's point of view, it is not because he borrowed Yan The immortal's ability to benefit one party and accumulate some merits for himself? In any case, how can such a thing of benefiting living beings be said to be human gratitude?"

While speaking, he aimed at Lao Yanxian.

This old Yanxian was almost dying, and even if he could still rely on the beliefs of the people of Anqing County to become a god after dying like this, how much supernatural power would he have if he only believed in one place?

At that time, he will not be physically alive, will not be able to practice Taoism, and will not be approved by the imperial court to grant Tiangong. He will become a wild god in the mountains.

Even if the Tiangong court doesn't care, how long can he live?

The Chijin Emperor was not there two hundred years ago. Two hundred years later, will the people here still remember Yiyan Immortal?

Song You felt that he was afraid that he still wanted something.

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