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

When Bu Er walked out of the side hall of Zixiao Hall, his expression was a bit complicated.

Si Ming came out from behind, Buer grabbed him, and said worriedly: "Si Ming, the prime minister can't go on like this."

"Hey, who's to say it's not." Si Ming sighed and said, "No matter how high the cultivation base is, he can't stand such exhaustion. Old Master Yaoshi and I took turns persuading him to rest. At the beginning, he could take a nap. I don’t know why I refused again... I haven’t closed my eyes for a few days now.”

Bu Erdao: "Today, talking about a general who fought against Buzhou Mountain, the prime minister didn't think of it. This is really not like him."

Si Ming glanced back at Piandian, then lowered his voice, and said, "I also find this strange. I can clearly remember the characteristics, general number of people, and development track of each part of the Chenglian Demon Realm, but some less complicated things are not so complicated. My memory is vague, and the closer I get to the battle at Buzhou Mountain, the less clear I remember it..."

After thinking about it, he said, "Maybe Mo Wu has stimulated him."

"Mr. Mo... Sigh." Si Ming said: "I'll go to Laojun Yaoshi to ask the prime minister for two soothing soups, I can't let him consume it like this..."

In the evening, Bu Er went to the side hall of Zixiao Hall, where the candles were still burning.

After hesitating for a moment, he stepped in.

Xianjun was concentrating on looking at the map hanging on the wall, he heard the same from his footsteps, without turning back, he said: "Is there something wrong?"

Bu Er was silent for a moment, and said: "Mo Wu has been away for less than half a month, and the Prime Minister has obviously lost a lot of weight. Presumably this is what he doesn't want to see."

Xianjun paused and looked back at him, "Are you also here to persuade me to rest?"

"As the servant of the Shenwu Department, the lower official is in charge of the world's artifacts. He also likes to study some things that are not available. If it is useful, it is good. If it is not useful, it is just for fun."

Xianjun looked at him suspiciously.

Bu Er paused, coughed lightly, and continued: "When I was bored in the mortal world, I once studied an object that can see the past, named Huangliang pillow, and I can go back to the past and meet the people I want to see." The people you see are the real ones at that moment, you can talk and communicate with them, but the past has happened, everything that has changed only exists in the yellow beam pillow, and has no impact on reality. What happened in the yellow beam pillow is real People in it won't know."

Fuer took out a white jade pillow from his sleeve and put it on the Xianjun's book case, took two steps back, and said with a complicated expression: "Prime Minister, I'm actually not sure whether I should give this to you. Illusions cannot save reality. The Prime Minister is the most important thing." A transparent person will naturally understand this truth. But if the prime minister can use this thing to take a rest, it will be considered to have fulfilled its function."

Xianjun looked at the white jade pillow for a moment, and said, "I'm sorry."

After bowing, he turned around and walked out of the side hall, looked up at the sky full of stars, and sighed.

In the side hall, Xianjun quietly looked at the white jade pillow on the desk. The dim light cast a layer of halo on his ink-painted brows and eyes, and the light spots fell in the plain water-like eyes, as if reflected on the surface of the lake. Quiet moonlight.After a while, he said softly: "...Huangliang Yimeng, why bother."

He turned his head, and then looked at the map hanging on the wall.

The candle was burning quietly, illuminating this side hall even more lonely.

After a while, Xianjun sighed softly, turned his head and picked up the white jade pillow, walked to the couch, closed his eyes and fell into a light sleep.

He didn't want to recall the past, and he didn't want to change anything in the emptiness. He just wanted to see how that person lived during the 300 years he was not around.

Darkness covered the eyes, the sky and the earth rotated, and they fell into a dark dream in a blink of an eye.

Opening his eyes again, he came to a town.

A family not far away is having a funeral, white paper is scattered all over the sky, and there are many people living in the periphery.Xianjun walked over, and saw the people outside pointing and watching the excitement, while the people inside were raising their eyebrows. The leader was a young man holding a stick in his hand, and was cursing at a child: "It's you, the evil star! Kill me!" It’s not enough to take care of your own parents, and you killed your benefactor! You evil star! Get out of here!”

The child who was yelled at was only five or six years old, with slender arms and legs, and he didn't hide or scream after being hit by the stick a few times, but just lowered his head and gritted his teeth to bear it.

People around pointed and commented, "The evil star, I heard that many people have been killed..."

"Huh? Killed someone? Hurry up and find a Taoist priest to transform!"

"Oh, I found it! I heard that I found a lot of them, but I can't solve them..."

"This family's heart is too kind. Seeing that this child was picked up pitifully, no, he was also restrained to death."

"Who would dare to have this child..."

……

These words fell into the child's ears, like a hammer hitting his heart, but he seemed to be used to it, standing there straight with his back tensed, like a hard rock.After a while, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and said, "He's just a child, and it's not his fault..."

"Why isn't it his fault?!" The young man holding the stick said angrily, "He is an evil star from the sky, and you all don't want to pretend to be nice to me here! What good man thinks this bastard is pitiful , take him back, and if you can’t do it, don’t talk nonsense to me here!”

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and suddenly fell silent.

The young man pointed at the child and said: "My parents taught me to be kind, I won't hit you, you go away, and don't let me see you again in this life!"

The child raised his head, gritted his teeth to keep the tears from falling, he turned his head, went to the front of the hall and knelt down, coughed three times towards the two coffins, and then walked out of the gate step by step in the sight of everyone.

He walked faster and faster, and finally started to run, as if as long as he ran fast enough, all the pain in his heart would be thrown away.He ran all the way to the suburbs recklessly, exhausted and sweating, but he didn't dare to stop. Once he stopped, grievances, resentment, self-blame, and despair would be like beasts, swallowing him with bloody mouths.

He finally couldn't run anymore, his legs softened and he knelt on the ground, tears finally couldn't stop falling down.He sniffled, and suddenly there was the sound of light footsteps behind him. He turned his head abruptly, and saw a handsome young man in white clothes not far behind him, looking at him quietly with water-like eyes and elegant eyebrows. Looking good is like a banished fairy who came down from the sky, his eyes are full of things, he can't understand.

The child immediately stood up and took two steps back, looked at the man vigilantly, bared his teeth like a nervous little beast, and said, "Don't come here! I will kill you!"

The young man smiled lightly, obviously smiling so beautifully, but looked extremely sad.He said gently, "It's okay, I'm not afraid."

The child was taken aback, "You... aren't you afraid?"

"Well, don't be afraid." The young man walked towards him slowly, knelt down, gently wiped away the tear stains on the child's face with his slender fingers, and said as gently as the wind in April, "Don't cry."

The child's eyes widened in surprise.

Why does that person look sadder than himself?

Xianjun has been holding back, he told himself to just look, he just looked, everything is illusory, no matter what he did here, he couldn't change the reality - but he really couldn't bear it.

What is the reality, what is the illusion, it is better to dig out his heart with a knife for him to watch these things.

The child looked at him longingly, tears slowly stopped, and said: "Brother, you are so kind."

"I'm not good, I'm not good at all." Xianjun smiled wryly, and said: "If I were stronger, the person I love wouldn't disappear before my eyes, and I wouldn't have to wait 300 years to find him again." He, let him have suffered enough for these 300 years."

"I don't understand." The child tilted his head and said, "Big Brother, you are sad."

Xianjun raised his hand and rubbed his head, and said, "What's your name?"

"I..." The child lowered his head, thought for a while, and said, "My name is Mo Wu."

Xianjun said helplessly: "Is this what you just thought?"

"Yeah." The child kicked the soil under his feet and said, "The benefactor gave me a name, but my brother won't let me call it."

He raised his head and looked at Xianjun, and said: "Mo Wu Mo Wu, it's better to have nothing, isn't it suitable for me?"

Xianjun felt a great pain in his heart, he sighed and said, "Are you waiting for me to praise you?"

Xiao Mowu smiled and said, "It seems that big brother likes this name."

Xianjun shook his head and said: "You are very important, someone has cared about you for hundreds of years, looking forward to being reunited with you every day, even if you call his name twice in your idle time, even if you are called by his name twice. Teasing you to lose your temper, he is always eager to see you again, to say a few meaningless words to you, to stand by your side, even if he does nothing."

"Big Brother must have misunderstood the person, no one would want to see me..." Xiao Mowu smiled and said, "But it sounds really good!"

Xianjun said: "Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Xiao Mowu lowered his head to think about it, looked up at him eagerly, and said hesitantly: "...Big brother, can you lend me two copper coins?"

A grunt sounded, and Xiao Mowu held his mouth and rubbed his stomach.Xianjun was stunned for a moment, grabbed a blade of grass and put it behind him, turned it into a piece of silver and took it out, saying: "Is it enough?"

"So many..." Xiao Mowu's eyes lit up, and he looked at Xianjun in surprise, "Is it for me?"

"Yeah." Xianjun suddenly remembered how he looked like a wealthy man when he met Mo Wu in the mortal world, Xianjun smiled and said, "It's all for you."

"Big Brother is so kind!" Mo Wu ran away holding the money, turned around halfway, and shouted at him, "Wait for me! I bought buns to eat together!"

Xianjun looked at the cheerful back for a while, and then left the dream.

This time he slept for an hour.

Xianjun sat up and had a good sleep for the first time in several days, but he was not half happy.He turned his head to look at the sky full of stars outside the window, and quietly lost his mind.

Demon world.

In the wooden house, the little follower poked his head out of the window, looked at the guards lying on the ground outside, then closed the window, rubbed his chest and said with lingering fear: "Fortunately, they have been in a coma for a long time, and they didn't notice that we went out."

Mo Wu was sitting on the bed, fiddling with the square bronze mirror around his neck in a daze.

The little follower waited for a while, turned to look at him, and asked curiously: "But why are you back again? I thought you had escaped back to the fairy world!"

Mo Wu is still expressing his own spirit.

"Oh, what are you thinking!" The little follower walked to the bed and raised his hand in front of his eyes, saying, "Why have you been restless since you came back?"

"Huh? Huh." Mo Wu recovered.The Fang Zun bronze mirror was sealed with his innate evil spirit, and there has been no movement for so many years.He always thought that the evil spirit was caused by a mistake in the underworld when he was reincarnated in a certain life, and he had bothered Lord Yan for several years because of it, but today the evil spirit suddenly became agitated on the ancient battlefield of the battle between immortals and demons. Daring to stay longer, he hurried back to the wooden house with his little follower, and the more he thought about it after returning, the more he wondered about the relationship between the two.

"Eh, what?" the little follower said, "Why don't you go?"

"There are still people who should be seen that have not been seen."

The little follower was taken aback, and asked curiously, "Is that the one locked in the stone tower?"

"No," Mo Wudao said, "The person I want to see must be met in a few days."

In the next few days, Mo Wu would occasionally sneak out with his little follower to wander around the devil world, rushing back in time, those guards were afraid of being punished, and every time they woke up and saw Mo Wu still in the house, they just rubbed Rubbing his head as if he accidentally fell asleep.

On this day, Mo Wu slipped out and headed in a direction he hadn't gone before.The little follower pulled him and said anxiously: "That direction is not acceptable!"

Mo Wu was curious, "Why not?"

"Not far from there is Luofeng Cliff, the highest place in the Demon Realm, overlooking the entire Demon Realm. Your Majesty will often stay there alone, if you encounter it, it will be over!"

"Can you overlook the entire Demon Realm?" Mo Wu raised his eyebrows, "Then let's take a look from a distance. If the Demon Emperor is here, we will come back."

"Your Majesty is so powerful, you will definitely be known if you get close to him...Hey, come back!"

Mo Wutou also went in that direction every time, and disappeared in a blink of an eye. The little follower stamped his feet anxiously, but he himself was also curious about the place overlooking the whole demon world, he hesitated for a moment, and still chased after him.

However, just after turning a corner, the little follower paused, and his whole body froze like a rock.

On the cliff in the distance, I saw a slender man in black sitting in front of a chessboard, holding a piece in his hand, meditating, obviously very quiet, but the coercion around him was overwhelming, and there were even The urge to kneel.

At a closer place, Mo Wu leaned back slightly, with his hands spread out to the level of his shoulders, and the four steel knives gleamed coldly, firmly resting on his neck!