The Magic Stick Is Entangled by the Evil Immortal Who Is Destined to Be Evil.

[Poison-tongued, tough-tongued and fortune-telling recipients × The attack of the big dog Xianzun, who is suspicious of the past and is paranoid at the end] Three thousand years ago, Bai Yanchuan was the youngest pavilion master of Tianji Pavilion. He calculated the fate of the three realms, but when he was closest to ascension, he changed his destiny against heaven and was deprived of his cultivation and fell into the mortal world. Three thousand years later, he lived a fairly comfortable life by looking at people's faces, drinking wine, and occasionally going to gambling houses to collect some money. Until one day, Bai Yanchuan bumped into Yu Heng in a gambling shop. The boy who used to go to Tianji Pavilion to pester him every day when he had something to do and couldn't drive him away. Now he is an immortal who is too high for him to reach. Before Bai Yanchuan could figure out how to pretend he didn't know him, he heard the person next to Yu Heng ask: "Immortal Lord, why are you staring at that person?" Bai Yanchuan thought to himself: Oh no. The next second, Yu Heng frowned: "Magic stick." Bai Yanchuan: "?" The person next to me: "Know?" Yu Heng: "I don't know him." He thought for a while and then added: "I just hate people who pretend to be gods and ghosts." Bai Yanchuan: "⋯⋯" Very good. I haven't seen him in three thousand years. I don't recognize him in the first sentence, but I hate him in the second sentence. So in the next game, Bai Duwang, who had already washed his hands in the golden basin, took the bank in person and pushed the dice cup in front of Yu Heng. "Immortal Lord, please." * Yu Heng hated two kinds of people in his life. One is fortune telling. The other type is those who tell fortunes and talk about falsehoods. But Bai Yanchuan had both. However, Yu Heng has had problems with his destiny recently. He will lose every time he bets, and attract evil spirits when he goes out. Unlucky things will happen wherever he goes, and even the evil spirits passing by will temporarily change their paths to attack him. Commonly known as - Yintang turns black. Tianji Pavilion was helpless, and Yu Heng finally found the one he disliked the most. But the other party was determined to play dumb with him. Let him see his fate. Bai Yanchuan: "No." Let him see evil spirits. Bai Yanchuan: "Myopia." I saw with my own eyes that he cut off the lifeline that only Tianji cultivators could see. Bai Yanchuan: "My hands are slippery." He began to wonder if this magician thought he was stupid. However, I have to say... Although the magic stick has a bad temper, he is really good at pinching. It doesn't matter. Yu Heng doesn't have much else, but he has the most patience. So the Immortal Lord began his life of seeking medical treatment by blocking the door every day, never leaving, and stalking. Bai Yanchuan: "No cure." On the second day, Yu Heng came again. Bai Yanchuan: "Don't look." On the third day, it was still him. On the Nth day, as soon as Bai Yanchuan opened the door, he saw the man outside the door who was more than half a head taller than him, and his forehead jumped hard. "My lord, what do you want?" Yu Heng thought for a while, very seriously. "I want your power until it's cured." A group of children ran past, and the voice reached Bai Yanchuan's ears: "I want you until I grow old." From then on, wherever Bai Yanchuan went, there was a big tail behind him that he couldn't get rid of. Investigate the case, he follows. Drink and sit next to me. Sleeping, squatting outside the house. Going to the hut, Bai Yanchuan sneaked around two streets and looked up again... Yu Heng: "You went to the wrong place, the latrine is over there." Bai Yanchuan couldn't bear it anymore: "Don't you hate fortune tellers?" Yu Heng: "Yeah." "Then you still follow me every day?" "You are different." Bai Yanchuan had a meal. Yu Heng added: "You are particularly suspicious." "... Get out." * Finally, Bai Yanchuan couldn't defeat him and agreed to give him a fortune. It was normal at first. Bai Yanchuan said with a straight face: "The Immortal Lord doesn't look good." Yu Heng: "What?" "Conquer your wife, conquer your children, and conquer your best friends." Yu Heng: "⋯⋯" Bai Yanchuan: "My dear Immortal, you have a bad character in your life. I suggest you live your life alone and don't harm the common people." Yu Heng stared at him for a long time. "Count it as a marriage." Bai Yanchuan thought that this was not a bad idea, so he opened the compass. The compass made a circle. Pointing to Bai Yanchuan. Bai Yanchuan was silent for a moment and then started again. Pointed at himself again. The third time. Or yourself. Yu Heng squatted in front of the plate, staring at the needle that pointed exactly at Bai Yanchuan. Yu Heng: "The result?" Bai Yanchuan pointed his hand behind him expressionlessly: "You saw it too, the marriage is over there." After saying that, he took a step to the side and said, "Go." Yu Heng didn't move. Bai Yanchuan lowered his head following his gaze. The pointer on the compass actually moved an inch with him. "⋯⋯" Bai Yanchuan began to sweat on his back. The next second, the collar tightened. Yu Heng grabbed the man back, looked down at the compass, and then at him. "Mr. Magic Stick." Yu Heng narrowed his eyes. "I think marriage is in my hands." * Later, everyone discovered that something was getting more and more wrong with the Immortal Lord. Previously: "God stick, stay away from me." Now: "Where to go?" : "How long will it take to come back?" : "I'll go too." In the past, when Bai Yanchuan would look at others more often, Yu Heng could not do without one of his three sentences: "It's true that even magicians can't be trusted." Now Bai Yanchuan is just saying a few words to others, while Yu Heng has stood aside with an expressionless face, reaching out to take the person away. "Go home." Finally, his colleagues couldn't stand it anymore and privately advised Bai Yanchuan: "Mr. Bai, in this business, the most taboo thing for us is to fall in love with our customers." Bai Yanchuan almost spit out a mouthful of wine. "Who loves him?" The colleague glanced at the Immortal Lord not far away who was holding Bai Yanchuan's coat and waiting for him to go back with him. "Uh." "I'm not talking about you." The next second, I saw the tips of Bai Yanchuan's ears that instantly turned red. Colleague: "... I wish you both happiness." * Such days continued until one day. When Bai Yanchuan opened the door and entered the house, Yu Heng was sitting by the window, holding a faded sword spike in his hand. Bai Yanchuan stopped. Yu Heng did not raise his head, and slowly rubbed his fingertips: "When did Mr. Shengun learn to sword?" Bai Yanchuan: "Picked it up." Yu Heng nodded: "Where did you pick it up?" "Forgot." "That's quite a coincidence." Yu Heng finally raised his eyes: "I also lost one three thousand years ago, and it was exactly the same as this one." Bai Yanchuan's fingertips became stiff at the sight, and he turned around and left. The chair behind him finally made a sound. Just as his hand was about to touch the door—— "Bai Yanchuan." The person behind him slowly approached, and finally stopped just one step away from him. Yu Heng did not touch him: "Do you still want to pretend?" Concept: There is no solution in life, only choices