There's something wrong with my master.

Lin Xi whispered something and observed Yun Changsheng with his divine sense. After seeing that he was fast asleep, he prepared to rest for a while.

The night is still.

Rong Xiaoyu practiced swordsmanship with the little loli sword spirit. The little sword flew around Langya Pavilion and fulfilled its task of attracting Langya Tian's attention with due diligence.

At their level of cultivation, sleeping or not sleeping is no longer important. One of them practices sword skills while the other wanders around, and the whole night will pass by.

When the sky was just getting light, Yun Changsheng finally woke up slowly.

He rubbed his eyes, looked at the sky outside, stretched his arms, and stretched his muscles.

"Yunxue."

A hissing sound.

A flying sword came through the air and circled around Yun Changsheng happily.

Rong Xiaoyu, still dressed as a female knight, followed behind Yun Xuejian, her green shirt rustling as she leaped.

There was an even stronger heroic look in her eyes, with a sharp sword intent.

It seems that last night's harvest was good. Although Yun Xuejian was helping Lin Xi, he still showed his real skills in the end.

"Brother Lang, are you tired and fell asleep again?" she called out.

"Well, not only did I fall asleep, but I had a nightmare while I was sleeping."

"Nightmare? What dream?"

"In my dream, I was still practicing."

“…That was indeed a nightmare.”

Lin Xi:......

This is the second time I've treated her as a nightmare...

Traitor, sooner or later, I will make you willingly help me practice.

She was muttering to herself, wondering what she was planning.

Chapter 82 Save Me

Yun Changsheng never thought that two sentences of nightmare would be recorded in a little notebook by a somewhat bored master.

He couldn't have thought of it.

In his heart, the person lying in the coffin was Lin Duoduo, and his master was still on Four Seasons Mountain.

Moreover, Master is a respectable hidden immortal with an extremely firm determination to seek the truth.

I will never do such a boring thing as stealing one thing and replacing the other.

"Morning, Pavilion Master."

Early in the morning, a fat Taoist flew out from the central palace in the sky and came to the top of the mountain.

The central palace in the sky also slowly descended, and finally turned into a small house standing on the top of the mountain.

Compared with the tall and misty mountains, the house looks very small.

"Are you satisfied with the scenery of Langya Pavilion?"

"Ingenious workmanship."

Yun Changsheng praised him, and the Xueyun Sword also flew over from a distance, protecting him on both sides.

"I'm glad that you are satisfied. I hope your wife will be satisfied too." Lang Yatian still had a kind smile on his face.

If it weren't for the warning from Heaven, no one would have thought that such a kind-looking person, who had accumulated so much merit and saved so many lives, would have the intention of taking over the hearts of this world.

However, he and Yun Changsheng got along well and had many common topics.

"My wife would probably be satisfied, as this was one of the sights she wanted to see the most back then."

Whenever he talked about Lin Duoduo, the indifference on Yun Changsheng's face would melt away and his tone would become very gentle.

The two continued chatting.

During this period, Yun Changsheng met Lang Yatian's beloved wife, who had a pretty appearance, dressed simply, and was lying quietly on a chair basking in the sun.

There was a golden mark between her eyebrows, her eyes were closed, and her face was peaceful, just like a person who was fast asleep.

Lang Yatian was holding a book, sitting beside it and telling some folk stories.

Occasionally he would talk about his recent experiences and even introduced Yun Changsheng, saying that he had met a friend who was just as infatuated.

He was well versed in music and played the piano and flute, playing the music that his wife used to love most.

The courtyard was filled with crimson flowers, identical to the ones that formed the patchwork of islands in the sky.

If there were no natural disasters or man-made disasters, he would never leave his wife's side.

Sometimes he would move the house and take his wife to experience different scenery and talk to her in a low voice.

But every night, Lang Yatian could not hide the fatigue in his eyes.

"This is a very difficult thing to do." Another day, looking at Yun Changsheng carrying the coffin, Lang Yatian persuaded again: "Why not bury him?"

"It's not enough yet. At least you have to try. If you fail, you have to paint all the scenes you have never seen and bury them with her."

If you get to that point, you must have tried all the methods.

Maybe then I will truly let go.

"Perhaps if I concentrate on cultivation and become an immortal, I will have more and better ways."

"If you do this now, you will just waste your time and be trapped by your obsession. By then, you won't be able to become an immortal, and you won't be able to save people."

Lang Yatian sighed, looking up at the blue sky, wondering what he was thinking.

"Why doesn't Pavilion Master ascend?" Yun Changsheng asked.

"It's not a secret." Lang Yatian laughed at himself, his eyes still looking at the sky, and his tone became vicissitudes.

"When I was weak, my Dao heart was shattered by someone. As long as he is still in heaven, as long as I am still afraid of him, I am destined to fail this ascension tribulation."

The two men talked while fishing with their fishing lines.

A maid named Xiaocai stood next to them, throwing some bait to the nest from time to time.

Behind it was a courtyard where Lang Yatian’s beloved wife was sleeping.

Rong Xiaoyu walked around Langya City with a pen and paper, painting any scenery he thought was beautiful.

Xueyun Sword was protecting the black coffin and arguing with the person in the coffin.

One asks Tianxue whether he succeeded or not.

One answer is that he is just a sword and doesn't know.

"You haven't answered yet, fellow Daoist. Why don't you wait until you ascend to heaven and try again?"

After Lang Yatian finished speaking, he saw that Yun Changsheng continued to remain silent, so he stopped asking.

Everyone has secrets.

Yun Changsheng looked at the black coffin with a complicated expression.

There are indeed many opportunities in the fairy world, but he only has two hundred years. After two hundred years, Lin Xi will refine his obsession, and Lin Duoduo may never come back.

And in the mouth of the Snow Cloud Sword, even if the reincarnated body of the Qiankun Realm takes back the immortal foundation, it will take at least two hundred years to become an immortal.

Apart from this, there has been no one in this world who has counted the past and present, and no one who has become an immortal within five hundred years.

Yun Changsheng didn't think he could do this unprecedented feat, so he had no choice but to use special means.

[The sun and the moon are upside down, the stars are shining like the sun, the blue sea is suspended in the sky, I will come back. ]

"My dear, you must keep your promise. I have really tried very hard to do it."

He reached out and grabbed a ray of light, as if wanting to get a positive answer, but the surroundings were quiet, no one spoke, and no one answered.

After a long time, the woman holding the sword couldn't bear it anymore and called out, "Brother Lang."

The man came to his senses and looked up at the night sky. It was already dark.

Looking at the water stain on his clothes, he chuckled. It turns out that even after practicing this technique, he would still cry.

The house behind him had transformed into a huge palace at some point and was floating in the sky again.

Yun Changsheng carried the black coffin on his back, turned around and gestured to Rong Xiaoyu, then continued to look at his reflection in the water, lost in thought.

"Save me...save me...save...save me, please...save...me."

"help me."

"help me."

"Please...you."

A voice suddenly rang in his ear.

The voice was filled with sadness, fear, confusion, disgust and hatred; it was intermittent and inaudible.

"Did you hear any sound?" Yun Changsheng asked.

The Xueyun Sword circled cautiously, then quickly flew back, shaking the hilt and saying, "No."

Rong Xiaoyu also shook his head, indicating that he heard nothing.

"Maybe I heard it wrong."

After Yun Changsheng finished speaking, he didn’t plan to care about it anymore.

When he was building his foundation, he still had compassion. Seeing Li Yue's filial piety, it reminded him of his relatives in the mountains, so he helped Li Yue once.

Nowadays, I take these things less seriously and don’t want to cause any more trouble.

Perhaps every hidden immortal and every immortal who has seen through everything in the mundane world will end up like this.

"Please...please...save me."

The voice rang out again, and this time fear and confusion dominated, as if there was no future and no hope.

Yun Changsheng subconsciously raised his head and quickly found the source of the sound. The sound came from the palace guarded in the center.

He still had no intention of interfering in other people's business. According to the plan, he would stay here for a while, leave his breath, and then leave.

In this world, apart from Lin Duoduo's affairs, nothing else can move his heart.

Looking up, I saw schools of fish swimming around, carefully looking for food.

But in his eyes, the school of fish was frozen in black and white, without any vitality, like a painting outlined in ink.

When he looked at Rong Xiaoyu, there was a little more color in his eyes, as if he was looking at a flesh-and-blood person.

But the colors are slowly fading, and maybe one day, the colors belonging to Brother Yu will disappear completely.

"Another step forward." Xueyun Sword said to the black coffin.

Chapter 83: Bad Luck

After Yun Changsheng ignored the cries for help at night, his life went on as usual.

Enjoy the mountains and water, listen to Xue Yunjian's chatter, and occasionally go fishing.

The maid named Xiaocai stayed at the top of the mountain and took care of the group's food and daily life.

Lang Yatian was the same as usual, his eyes were still tired, but always full of energy.

Looking up at the central palace in the sky, there is still an unbreakable deep affection.

Two days later, there were many more refugees in Langya City. It was heard that two small countries were fighting each other for 20 to 30 years, and 60% of the young and strong men died.

But the two monks who wanted to use the dynasty's luck to cultivate saw that they were just one step away from success, and neither of them wanted to stop fighting, but instead called on each other for reinforcements.

Many civilians could not bear it any longer and came to Langya City with their families.

Langya City took in as many refugees as possible and provided them with porridge as relief.

Lang Yatian ran over and directly intervened in the war between the two countries, pulling the two rulers over to sit down and talk.