The real record of former fairy world bosses flirting with each other

Immortal Si Ming poked his head with a pen and thought for a while, but he didn't have a clue, so he simply stopped thinking, turned around and planned to leave Zhuxiantai.Looking back, I saw three platforms on the other side that were independent of the immortals.

Those three immortal platforms are much higher than other platforms, they are quite majestic from a distance, but if you look closely, you can see that the textures on them are complicated and exquisite, very fine.The one in the middle has a soft and lustrous light, and the one on the left with a curved-spout wine jug on it has been dimmed for hundreds of years.

Immortal Si Ming sighed softly, walked forward, bowed respectfully three times in front of the fairy platform, and then turned and left.

mortal world.

After following Mo Wu to the door of the "quaint house and quiet environment" house, Xianjun was stunned for a moment.

I saw that the house had high walls and grandeur. It used to be a mansion of a rich and noble family, but I was afraid that it had been abandoned for decades. The walls were mottled and mottled, weeds were overgrown outside the gate, and the gate was full of cobwebs, which was crooked. On half of the large plaques, the word "Qin Fu" was written in gray and protruding. Because of the wind and frost erosion and the gnawing of insects and ants, it looked like "He Fu".

Xianjun glanced at "He Fu" and turned his head: "Is this your home?"

Mo Wu looked calm, "I'm sorry, but it's similar to my house." After saying that, he walked in and said with a smile, "Come in, it's better inside."

Xianjun nodded, nodded towards the gate and said softly, "Troubleshooting", before stepping into the house.

Sure enough, the house is slightly better—but only "slightly".

This is a yard with three entrances and three exits. The weeds in the yard grow majesticly and vigorously. The house looks not small, and the windows are covered with fine carvings. Unfortunately, there are layers of cobwebs on them, and the original place is no longer visible. elegant.There is a water tank in the corner of the yard, and a part of the edge of the tank is missing. Looking back, there seems to be something in the shadow behind the tank. Looking carefully, it turns out that there is a... A female ghost with long hair covering her face.

There are really surprises everywhere.

The female ghost shrank herself into a ball, and looked at Xianjun tremblingly.Mo Wuyi pointed to the female ghost and said casually: "Miss Qin, this house belongs to her."

Mo Wuyi pointed the female ghost to the back of the water tank for an instant, and then cautiously revealed one eye.

Xianjun leaned slightly towards the female ghost, and said gently and politely: "Thank you, miss, for bothering." The voice seemed to have the temperature of the warm sun, slightly low, and it sounded very comfortable.

The female ghost slowly opened her eyes wide, revealing half of her body from behind the water tank.

Mo Wu stood in the yard with his arms akimbo, scanned around, and decided to give the main house to Xianjun.Xianjun didn't say anything, just nodded.Standing on Mo Wu's shoulder, Bai Ze looked around and looked at the house. He didn't feel anything when he lived in it before, but now that the master wanted to move in, he suddenly felt that the house was really worthless, and his face turned red.When Xianjun entered the house, Bai Ze's wing stuck to Mo Wu's neck, and he said sharply: "The house is still tidy!"

One person and one bird have been passing by for many years, and they have lived in this Qin family mansion for half a year. Except for a simple roof repair due to severe rain leakage, this house has never been taken care of.Bai Ze knew that Mo Wu would be too lazy to move, and he had already made plans to fight one person and one bird first, and after one wing flapped over, the second wing also flew towards Mo Wu.

"I got it, I got it..." Mo Wu lazily rubbed his neck, "Can you please get me a bucket of water?"

Bai Ze's wings froze in the air, and after a while he said in disbelief, "...what the hell?"

"Fetching water." Mo Wuzhi pointed to the backyard and raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise, what else can you do?"

Bai Ze: "...Oh."

As a bird that can do nothing but fetch water, Bai Ze honestly flew to the backyard.The fairy walked around the room and came out. Seeing that Mo Wu was about to mow the grass with a small machete in his hand, he walked forward slowly and stretched out his hand, "I'll help you."

Those fingers were slender and beautiful, with distinct joints, and it looked like a hand holding a book and a pen.

Mo Wu looked away from Xianjun's hand, chuckled, "There's no reason to let the guests work on the first day." Then he curiously said: "Shouldn't an immortal solve everything with a wave of his sleeves?" ? How about you wave your sleeve for me?"

Xianjun's tone was casual, "My mana is sealed."

"Sealed?" Mo Wu was taken aback, rubbing his chin: "Then it means you can't go back to Heaven?"

Xianjun nodded.

There was a gleam in Mo Wu's eyes.

The immortal didn't pay attention to Mo Wu's expression, and suddenly heard a scream coming from the backyard.

"Ah!!" A colorful-tailed magpie rushed over with furry hair, and flew in front of Mo Wu in a panic, raised the bird's paw, and said in horror: "Look, look! Is there more money on the merit ring?" Three o'clock?!"

Mo Wu turned it upside down and was a little curious: "Why did you wear the merit ring again?"

"I've had feelings for so many years, and besides, it's pretty pretty." Bai Ze said anxiously: "I just watched it in the reflection of the bucket, did three dots appear again?!"

Sure enough, there were three black bumps on the Wujin ring.Mo Wu looked at the merit ring, and then looked up at the fairy beside him, only to see that the fairy frowned slightly, looking a little puzzled, but not worried at all.

Mo Wu admired in his heart, an immortal is an immortal, indifferent and peaceful, with such a good mentality for such a big event.

Mo Wu raised his hand and released Bai Ze, and looked at Xianjun: "There are three more. Xianjun, maybe after three merits, your mana will come back?"

"Prime Minister, your magic power has been sealed?!" Bai Ze was shocked, then his eyes widened, and he was about to fly into the sky with a flap of his wings: "I said that when the Prime Minister came back, the old things in the sky didn't move at all! Wait, Prime Minister!" Me! I'm going to drag that bastard Si Ming down!"

"Come back." Xianjun was a little helpless: "What's the matter with Guan Siming?"

"But..."

Xianjun turned his head and looked at Mo Wu, as if mana had nothing to do with him: "I'm really not very good at mowing grass, but is there anything else I can do?"

Because the voice sounded so comfortable, Mo Wu was in a very good mood, and his eyebrows and eyes were curved: "Xianjun, rest." After saying that, he threw the scimitar on his shoulder, and walked leisurely to a corner of the yard.

Xianjun didn't insist either, and was dragged into the house by Bai Ze.Mo Wu hummed a ditty and mowed the grass for an hour, glanced around the yard, finally satisfied, stretched his waist, and listened to the endless chirping of birds in the main room, probably Bai Ze was chattering with him. The master narrated the love of the past 300 years, he simply turned around and went out, heading towards the view of inaction.

Wuwei Guan today is really lively.

Originally, the Prime Minister's Hall was the place where incense was most prosperous. Today, it is conceivable that the entire Wuwei Temple is crowded with faithful men and women, and there are layers of unburned incense sticks in the bronze tripod. The cigarettes are lingering, like a fairyland.The prime minister's ascension is not far away on Tianheng Mountain, which is somehow related to the view of inaction, so every time the prime minister's Dharma conference is held in a grand manner.

Mo Wulai Wuwei Guan was looking for people, because there were too many people to squeeze through, so he just stood there and watched for a while.At this time, the door of the prime minister's hall was wide open, and there was a platform outside the hall, and Daoist Xu Yun, who had just met yesterday, was standing on the stage and introducing that prime minister and immortal.

"When Xianjun was born, the sun was shining brightly, and he was destined to be among the immortals in the future. He read poetry and books, devoted himself to cultivating Taoism, and then when he ascended, thousands of immortals came to congratulate him..."

"The celestial monarch is a talented person. After the great battle between the immortals and the demons, it was the prime minister who took care of all kinds of opportunities. With the force of thunder, he brought the chaotic heavens back into order, and restored the stability and peace of the three realms. The prime minister has made great contributions, and he is indeed a leader among the immortals..."

All these things Bai Ze talked about with Mo Wu.It is said that the prime minister was so talented that the Three Realms were in chaos during the battle between immortals and demons. , in the post-war decline, he restored the governance of the heaven to a peaceful one at the fastest speed, and won countless praises.Now the prime minister is one immortal and above ten thousand immortals, and countless immortals are looking forward to him, asking for a good talk but can't get it.

Mo Wu listened to Taoist Master Xu Yun's ups and downs of praise, and looked at the statue of the immortal in the hall.The craftsman is skillful, and the statue is carved very vividly.I saw Xianjun dressed in white, holding a pen in his right hand and a sword in his left hand, with a strong and gentle bookish air all over his body, but also a heroic air that is not compelling.Looking closely at the face, it is like a crown of jade, with bright eyebrows and starry eyes, the corners of the mouth are slightly curved, with a three-point gentle smile, as if the April spring breeze is blowing on the face, making people feel comfortable no matter how they look.

Such elegance, compared with the real body, is still far behind.

"Speaking of the prime minister, I have to talk about another immortal who is the most prestigious in the heavens..." Daoist Xu Yun took a breath, and continued: "The other immortal is the ancient god of war, brave and good at fighting, and invincible In the battle between immortals and demons, it was he who led the heavenly soldiers and generals to defeat the demons and fled.

"Tsk, it's a pity that Shuangbi has a deep hatred. He used to make the heavens turmoil. It has been hundreds of years before the war between immortals and demons." A voice rang in Mo Wu's ear, and he turned his head to look, only to see a The Taoist priest stood beside him, with a gray beard on his lips, and a handful of bald hair floating in the dust in his hand. He was not so much a Taoist priest with a fairy spirit, but a magic stick who was cheated in the temple fair, and he was still holding the little girl's hand. The kind to show people's palms.

Mo Wuzhi pointed to his arms, "The jug is exposed."

The Taoist is forbidden to drink, the man heard the words and quickly stuffed the jug into his arms, raised his slender eyes, and twitched his drooping eyebrows: "What do you want me to do?"

Mo Wu made a "hmm".

This human name is unique, although it looks unreliable, but he is a true god who pretends to be a mortal and stays in the mortal world. Everything about Mo Wu comes from him.

Immortal Buer has his own unique pursuit and insights for names. This is not only reflected in the Dao name he begged for nothing, but also in his bald-haired floating dust named 'Friendship Forever' Come out, it's fine to have such an inexplicable name, if you have nothing to do, just come up and talk about it.

Mo Wu didn't understand why, when he met Bu Er for the first time 300 years ago, this fairy walked drunkenly and wagged his tail, but the moment he saw him, his eyes were clear, and he walked up to him solemnly, holding his hands With one move, Fu Chen said in a deep voice: "Everything about a monk is an external object. This Fu Chen is the most important thing in the poor way. The poor way named it 'Friendship Forever' to commemorate and remind the deep friendship of the same friend. .”

If it wasn't for the fairy throwing him a bunch of treasures, he might be able to turn him to the hospital to have a look at his brain.

"They have enmity?" Mo Wu looked at the elegant and gentle statue in the hall, and thought to himself, who can have enmity with such a person?Eighty percent of them are mentally ill.

"Great enmity." Buer gave a "tsk" and said solemnly: "The kind that can't be solved."

After a pause, he looked at Mo Wudao: "Is your brain sick?"

Mo Wu nodded.Bu Er also nodded, looking at Mo Wu with a deep expression on his face.