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

Xianjun smiled and said nothing.

The two fell silent, and the atmosphere was a little awkward for a while.Fortunately, Mo Wu had no face and skin, and he didn't care much about losing someone in front of Xianjun. After a while, he started to join Xianjun again: "Xianjun seems a little absent-minded today."

"Huh? Is there?" Xianjun turned his head, but did not deny it: "Perhaps he didn't sleep well last night."

"Immortals also want to sleep? I'd say I won't sleep when I become an immortal."

Xianjun said casually: "Come and sleep and play."

Mo Wu gave him a complicated look: "...All right."

After walking for a while, everyone arrived at the foot of Tianheng Mountain.Taoist Master Xu Feng came over, saluted Mo Wu, and said politely: "The abbot and we meet at the stone tablet, Tianshi Mo will wait for a moment."

Mo Wu let out an "um" and yawned again.

Tianheng Mountain has beautiful scenery and lush trees, it looks like a treasure land.At the foot of the mountain lies a stone statue of a turtle with a huge stone tablet on its back.The inscription on the stele has weathered a lot over the years, but if you look carefully, you can vaguely see that it tells the story of a Shangxian who fell to Tianheng Mountain.The fairy fell drunk and fell on the mountain and ran into a little Taoist priest. The two had a good talk, and then the little Taoist priest returned to the Taoist temple and told the master about it, and everyone erected a stone tablet here.

Xianjun walked slowly to the stone tablet, looked at the inscription for a long time without speaking.The breeze came slowly, the sleeves of the robe fluttered, and the white clothes fluttered, making it even more dusty.

Mo Wu wobbled over, "I know this fairy? You are both in Tianheng Mountain. It seems that you are destined."

Xianjun didn't speak.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Mo Wu nodded clearly: "Sure enough, I didn't sleep well last night."

Xianjun's fingers slowly stroked the inscription that had been weathered and eroded a lot, and he remembered the dream from last night.

He hadn't had a dream for a long time. After careful calculation, it may be more than six or seven hundred years.What he just said is correct, some immortals will lie down on the couch at night due to habit, but the job of the prime minister is complicated, and he is busy day and night, so he rarely gets this kind of leisure, even if he is too tired After a while, my mind was still clear.

But when he was on the couch in this mortal world last night, he suddenly had a dream.

What I dreamed was the day before the battle between immortals and demons, and the dispatch of troops from the heavens.

That night, the entire heavenly court was silent, and all the immortals stayed quietly in their own palaces, either tossing and turning, or lighting up lamps to make calculations.As the prime minister, with such an important matter, he naturally had a lot of things to deal with, and the paperwork on the case was several inches high.

He was working on official documents with a pen in his hand, when the candle flickered suddenly, he looked up, and saw the window was opened, followed by a few soft bangs, and someone came in from the window.

He flicked his pen, and saw a man fell to the ground with his teeth bared, his nose straight and his eyes deep, he was full of vigor, his facial features were wrinkled together but his handsomeness was not diminished in the slightest.The man saw his eyes looking over, touched his nose, and complained: "Why are the windows of your palace so high?"

He looked a little complicated.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man stood up, and he didn't have the slightest sense of being caught by turning over the window. He smiled and said, "What are you doing?"

"'What are you doing'?" He put down his pen, feeling mixed feelings for a moment, and even thought it was a little funny, and then said after a pause: "My lord, if I remember correctly, you and I have not talked about each other for a hundred years. By the way, there are rumors in the Three Realms that you and I hate the king for not seeing the king, and now you open my window in the middle of the night, and the first sentence you say is actually a fluffy 'what are you doing'."

He looked at the man, and said slowly: "Is there something that the fairy should explain, eh?"

"There is a reason for deep hatred, and it's not like you don't know about it." The man walked to sit opposite his desk very naturally, and met his gaze calmly.

"Oh?" He laughed, "Then when I was not around, there was a reason for your Excellency to throw firecrackers into my palace with those of you from Zhaxing Palace, and chase after Bai Ze to pluck his hair." ?”

"If that stupid bird doesn't mess with me, of course I won't bully him." The man didn't have the slightest bit of shame on his face, his tone was casual, his eyes glanced at the thick paperwork on the desk, and he curled his lips: "Facing these things every day , no wonder people are getting more and more rigid.”

This situation is a bit weird, he paused, and said: "Is there something wrong with Xianjun?"

"It's nothing." The man leaned back slightly, put his arms on the ground, and said lazily: "Isn't this going to go to war tomorrow? Thinking about the friendship between the two of us for hundreds of years, even though we haven't met each other for hundreds of years I've seen you a few times, but when the Three Realms mentioned it, our names are always bound together, which is considered a bad relationship. Come here to say goodbye to you."

There was a sudden pause in his heart, his face didn't show, and his tone was calm as usual: "The God of War is invincible, and he will return triumphantly, so don't just say it."

The man chuckled.

The two were relatively silent. After a while, the man clapped his hands and stood up, casually said: "Farewell, the prime minister is busy, I'm leaving."

He wanted to say something, thought about it, and when he opened his mouth, he only said slowly, "Go slowly."

The corner of the man's mouth curled up, with a bit of a rascal air, because his eyes were too clean, and there was a trace of innocence in that rascal's air, which seemed playful.The man didn't say anything, just leaped back deftly, and the original window was opened again.

The windows were slammed twice, and it was calm again.

He looked at the window for a while, then looked away after a while, picked up a pen and continued to write official documents.

During the hundreds of years of sealing, he often thought of that scene.Whenever he thinks back to that episode, he always has a question—to make it easier for others to find him, the gate of the Prime Minister’s Hall is open all year round. What is the reason for that person to open the window to say goodbye?

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Mo Wu also read the inscription twice, feeling a little bored, "I didn't say which god it was, but I said it was handsome and graceful, with the appearance of a celestial being... Aren't all gods like this?"

"He's different." Xianjun didn't know when he came back to his senses, looked at the stone tablet, and said in a neither sad nor happy voice: "He is the most special one in the fairy world. He is in a high position, but has a lively temper, and makes fun of all the immortals in the heaven I've done it over and over again, but as long as he appears, everyone's eyes will be attracted by him, and even the sun and the moon will lose their luster."

"so smart..."

"And then he died."

Mo Wu was taken aback.

"The spirit and form are all destroyed, and the soul flies away."

Xianjun looked away from the stele and didn't speak again.Mo Wu tilted his head slightly, and whispered to Bai Ze: "Hey, Bald Hair, what does that fairy have to do with your prime minister?"

Bai Ze stared, and said fiercely, "Why bother so much!"

Mo Wu pursed his lips and yawned. Seeing that Xianjun and Bai Ze didn't want to say anything more about it, he just took two steps, rode on the turtle's neck, and dozed off against the stone tablet.

"Get down!!"

With an angry shout, he rose to the ground, and a Taoist priest rushed over not far away.The Taoist priest looked young, dressed in a dark blue Taoist robe, with high tufts of hair, and was fairly well-groomed, but he seemed to have a bad temper, with raised eyebrows, staring at Mo Wu.

"Qingzhu is back?" Daoist Xufeng walked over to say hello, then turned around and introduced to Mo Wu with a smile: "This is Qingzhu, Wuweiguan is the most outstanding one in their generation. I have learned many high-level spells, but they are amazing."

In fact, Xufeng seems to be about the same age as Qingzhu, and even got started later than Qingzhu, but his seniority is there, and he speaks like an elder.

"Qingzhu, this is Mo..."

"Is that something you can sit on casually?!" Qing Zhu didn't listen to what Xu Feng said at all, and said angrily: "If you bring disasters to this area, are you responsible?!" Then he turned his head and stared at Xu Feng stretched out his hand and pointed at Mo Wu: "Master, who is this person?! You don't care about his nonsense?!"

Xu Feng wanted to persuade Mo Wu a few words, but after all he was Mo Wu's celestial master, he must have known it in his heart, so he swallowed the words before he opened his mouth.At this time, seeing Qingzhu followed like a lighted firecracker, he said in a very good temper: "This is Mo Wu, the celestial master, you should have heard of it."

"So what if I've heard of it? It's not just a name!" Qing Zhu snorted heavily with disdain on his face, "You don't even know where you can't sit around, what kind of celestial master are you? That's a charlatan!"

Xu Feng: "No..."

Mo Wu slowly opened his eyes, and lazily said: "This old bastard can stoop such a heavy stele, why can't he stoop me?"

"What bastard! That's Bixi! Bixi!" Qing Zhu furiously said, "That's the Ninth Son of the Dragon! He has a cruel nature, so it's fine if you don't know anything, don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth to cause trouble for us!"

Mo Wu leaned on the stone tablet in his spare time, and laughed aloud: "Let him hunch over and I will get into trouble, then you say in front of his face that he is cruel by nature, and he will not shovel this mountain when he gets angry?"

Qing Zhu opened his mouth and didn't speak for a moment.

"Besides, I don't think there is any difference between it and the old bastard." Mo Wuhun patted Bi Xi's head generously, "It feels pretty good."

"Bixi has teeth, you can tell it just by looking at it." Like a peacemaker, Xu Feng pointed to the open mouth of the stone carving. Although it has weathered a lot, he can still see the upper and lower rows of teeth.

"As long as you are not blind, you can recognize it!" Qing Zhu stared.

"Huh?" Mo Wu sat on that Bixi's neck and leaned forward to look, just when his eyes were about to fall on the stone sculpture's mouth——

The stone made a creaking sound when it was grinding against the stone, and the stone sculpture slowly closed its mouth under the eyes of everyone.

Crowd: ? ? ?

Qing Zhu:? ? ?

Everyone except Mo Wu could see this scene clearly, and they were all dumbfounded for a while, "Yes, did I have hallucinations? Did it, did it move?"

"I saw it too..."

A timid Taoist priest cried out loudly: "This is really a mythical beast! It's over, it has heard all the bad things we said about it!"

The person involved, Mo Wu, didn't know the most, so he raised his hand and touched Bi Xi's chin, and the stone statue of Bi Xi shrank its neck imperceptibly, with a slightly flattering expression.

Mo Wu looked baffled, his eyes swept around the crowd, and finally fell on Xianjun——Xianjun's expression was really different at this time.

Everyone was terrified, with either staring eyes or a long mouth, only Xianjun looked very peaceful - I saw him standing not far away, his eyes fell on himself, his eyes were deep and his expression was dim .

Mo Wu was stunned for a moment, and when he looked carefully, he saw that Xianjun's expression had returned to normal, with a relaxed look on his face, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved, and he had returned to his usual expression, as if wearing a gentle and kind fake face.

There were footsteps in the distance again, and the leader was none other than Taoist Master Xuyun, the abbot of Wuweiguan.Xu Yun saw Mo Wu riding on the underside from a distance, he was taken aback for a moment, then quickly walked up to him, and bowed respectfully to Mo Wugong: "This time Mo Tianshi can help, today will be decided." It will be safe and sound. Pindao hereby thank Mo Tianshi."

"Abbot, you were also deceived by him?" Qing Zhu stared angrily: "Look where you are sitting!"

"Stop being rude." Xu Yun glared at Qing Zhu, Qing Zhu immediately became angry like a puffer fish, but he didn't dare to refute, so he could only stare at Mo Wu indignantly with his eyes burning.

Abbot Xuyun greeted Mo Wu, then turned his head and saw Xianjun on the other side, he saw that person was handsome and elegant, with fluttering white clothes, with an appearance of being out of the world.Xu Yun's eyes lit up, "Who is this young master?"

It's not just Xu Yun, everyone present is curious about the young man in white.Legend has it that the Celestial Master Mo Wu has always been alone, and has never taken others with him on a trip. This time, he not only brought him, but also brought such an eye-catching one.It was difficult for everyone to ask because of Mo Wu's identity. At this time, Daoist Xuyun asked, and everyone cast their eyes on him in unison.

After listening to the question, Xianjun slightly nodded towards Xuyun, he looked upright, polite and refined, but he didn't speak, just smiled and looked at Mo Wu who was on the side.Seeing him like this, Xu Yun also looked at Mo Wu.Mo Wu saw that both of them looked at him, and paused: "This is..."

For a while, he also got stuck. In this situation, it is hard to say that this is the god you kowtow every day.Mo Wu looked at Xianjun without hesitation, only to see that he was looking at him calmly, even with a little bit of curiosity on his face, which was exactly the same as Daoist Xuyun.

Mo Wu: "..."

"This is..." Mo Wu looked at Xian Jun, his throat tightened: "My cousin."

Xianjun had a look of "that's how it is".

Mo Wu: ...? ? ?