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

"Ugh."

In the Zhaixing Palace, Old Master Yaoshi sat on the side of the bed, took his hands away from the person on the bed, turned his head to look at the immortal who had been guarding him for a few days without sleep, and said: "There is nothing wrong with the Yuanshen, but he fell into a deep sleep. I can't solve it." He frowned and said: "Prime Minister, this is not something that can be solved in a short while, Changbai has been gone for 300 years, don't rush for a day or two, you should go and rest first."

"I'm fine." Xianjun looked at the man on the bed, "I'll watch him for a while."

Old Master Yaoshi knew he couldn't be persuaded, and sighed: "I boiled two medicines for him, although they may not be effective, but they are better than nothing."

"Thanks for your hard work, old gentleman."

Old Master Yaoshi shook his head and left, while Xianjun walked to the side of the bed and sat down, quietly looking at the sleeping face of the man.

Changbai's appearance is very good-looking, with slightly raised eyebrows, with a heroic spirit, high roots, and slightly thin lips. Even when he is asleep, there is a shallow arc at the corner of his mouth, which reminds people of his face that often hangs on his face. The sly smile on his face, he is obviously a delicate and transparent person, but when the eyes are opened, there is always a trace of clean childishness in them, every time after he willfully misbehaves, those eyes simply look over, no matter how big they are, His anger also dissipated.

Xianjun's fingers lightly touched his forehead, and gently brushed across the bridge of the nose from the forehead, then across the soft lips, and finally touched the small chin.

His eyes were pious and gentle, "I have been waiting for 300 years, how long will you make me wait?"

The man lay quietly and did not answer.

"It's okay," Xianjun looked at the person on the bed, his ink-painted eyes reflected endless desire to speak, and finally smiled lightly, his eyes were gentle, and his voice was low: "I will wait for a long time." worthy."

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When Mo Wu just regained consciousness, he only felt overwhelming memories rushing into his brain, and the pain in his brain was like a needle prick.

Before opening his eyes, he tightly covered his head with both hands, and rolled on the ground twice.

He remembered it all.

He recalled the first time he met the persistent little Bai Ze on Tianheng Mountain, blinked and said to him, since you don't like that job so much, I'll help you do it.

He remembered the first time the two of them met after the person's ascension, he was slightly taken aback, he just felt that this newly ascended immortal was really good-looking, the person nodded slightly to him and saluted him, smiled warmly and elegantly, and his eyes were bright. Full of gentleness and joy, Lilian Qingguang.

He remembered that in order to have a few more words with that person, he thought of ways to tease other immortals and Bai Ze, just to let that person persuade him, but that person just smiled helplessly every time.

He thought of the eager eyes of the man in front of Zixiao Temple, even throwing himself on him to suffer for him when the thunderstorm was coming, he gritted his teeth and raised the broken knife to chop the man until he could no longer stop him.

He thought of the anxious and desperate look of that person in front of Buzhou Mountain. He wanted to smile at that person, but he couldn't bend the corners of his mouth. After struggling for a long time, he was left dejected and powerless. He asked that person and himself as if surrendering, Zhou Yanheng, I Why do I want to know you, why...

If it weren't for you, I would be the god of war in the fairy world who generously died for the sake of the three realms, and I would be able to go there resolutely and willingly, without any hesitation or reluctance, and even laugh loudly at the last moment... instead of being so heartless like a knife now Stretching, silent pain, even worrying about the moment you see me crumbling to pieces.

……

Mo Wu covered his head and pressed his face to the ground, digesting the tide-like memories and the emotions that came with them, unable to calm down for a long time.

A moment later, a cold hand stroked his head lightly, and said in a soothing voice, "Changbai, it's hard, isn't it?"

Mo Wushen opened his eyes.

He turned over and sat up. The people in front of him were elegant and distant, as clean as the wind on an iceberg that could never be caught.

His throat moved, "...Yanyun?"

Yan Yun: "Yes."

Mo Wu looked at him quietly for a moment, and then smiled softly, "...you still look good like this, much better than the sloppy black one."

The corners of Yan Yun's mouth slightly curved, showing a faint smile, and said: "We have arrived at Daxu."

"Da Xu?" Mo Wu turned his head and looked around, the surroundings were completely white, there was no sky, no land, no direction, and even no time.

Mo Wu paralyzed to the ground, rolled his eyes, and said, "I knew all of this was done by that bad old man of God."

"Don't talk about Shangshen like that." Yan Yun put his hands on both sides of Mo Wutou and rubbed them, saying: "Your fairy status has just recovered, you should take it easy, and when you feel better, you can go to Shangshen."

Mo Wu closed his eyes and enjoyed it unceremoniously, and said, "Why, don't you go together?"

"I won't go." Yan Yun said: "I have no face to see him."

"Forget it," Mo Wuyi opened his eyes and turned over to sit up, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said, "I don't have the face to see him? Why don't you think about how you got to the devil world after breaking the soul?"

"As an immortal, I have demons in my heart. I was known by the upper gods, so it is only natural for me to go to the demon world." Yan Yun said lightly: "I knew that I couldn't resist this when I was still in the immortal world. It's broken, it's all over, who knows, I still can't escape, God will not let me go, let me be punished in the devil world, there is nothing I can't understand."

"My friend, your brain is as smart as the little prime minister, so why are you committing crimes when it comes to your own business?" Mo Wu looked at him incredulously, "Since God has brought you and me into this big void, Naturally I want to see you, be obedient, don't force me to carry you with me."

Yan Yun looked at him helplessly, "All right."

At this time, Mo Wu has changed back to Changbai's appearance, his eyebrows and eyes have changed, and his expression is still as lazy as when he was a mortal, even because he is in a familiar place, he is more leisurely than before.

This place has no direction, but both of them seem to know where to go.The two walked in the same direction for a while, and a chessboard suddenly appeared in the distance. On the chessboard, black and white were evenly matched. A chubby old man was sitting on one side of the chessboard, holding a black piece and thinking about it.

Two people walked in, but the old man didn't look up, "Here you come? I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Mo Wu walked to the side of the chessboard and sat down, leaving the old man's place to play chess. He curled his lips and said, "It's chess again. After so many years, I still get annoyed by it."

"It's not playing with you. Playing chess with you ruined my game." The old man gave him a white look, looked away, and said, "Xiao Yun, come here, you stayed here last time for this game of chess."

Yan Yun hesitated for a moment, bowed to the old man, then sat opposite, picked up a white piece and began to study the chess game.

The two of you came and went for a long time, Mo Wu sat on the side and yawned, and when he was about to fall asleep, the old man suddenly said: "After going to the devil world, I have made some progress in my mind, and I am more relaxed than before. "

Yan Yun paused, bowed his head and said, "God."

"You have worked so hard for the sake of the Three Realms for so many years, and you have suppressed your thoughts so tightly." The old man looked at the chessboard and smiled, "This time, you have a vigorous and self-willed one, are you happy?"

Yan Yun paused, and said: "Yan Yun is wrong, wrong outrageously."

"I'm asking if you're right or not," the old man said helplessly, "I'm asking if you're happy or not."

Mo Wu interrupted: "He is asking you if you are happy with the arrangement for you to go to the Demon Realm."

The old man turned his head and glared at him.

Yan Yun pondered for a while, "...have fun."

"It's good to have fun." The old man smiled, and put another piece on the chessboard, saying: "If you say that you are careful and steady, a hundred Changbai can't match half of you, but if you say that you are free and easy, willful and shameless, you are more shameless than Changbai." It's too late."

Mo Wu frowned, "Why do I hear that you are scolding me?"

"That's all I can praise you for, just accept it." The old man then said with Yan Yun: "There are no perfect people in this world, and so are immortals. You have suppressed yourself for so many years, even if you don't have Tianying, You will also collapse one day... You are so smart, you should be aware of it, otherwise you wouldn't be stubborn enough to fight the thunderstorm for that little black phoenix."

"What the God said is true." Yan Yun paused, and said: "But I was born in the heaven and earth, and I am a God, so I bear the inherent responsibility to protect the heavens and the Dao, and protect the safety of the Three Realms. In any case, You shouldn’t have inner demons, and you shouldn’t act like this, and you shouldn’t have the expectations of God.”

"There are not only wind, rain and dew in this world, but also mud and swamps. You were born in the world, why do you only look at the good and not the bad?" The old man sighed and said, "If you can be as shameless as Changbai, that would be great." Well, back then, because I was too lazy to practice well and couldn't beat the Demon Emperor, I shamelessly came to ask me for strength, and I suffered a thunderstorm for this... Although I will die with the Demon Emperor in the end, but you see He suffered this thunderstorm much more happily than you."

The corner of Yan Yun's mouth slightly bent, and said: "What God said is true."

"I sent you to the Demon Realm, do you have any resentment in your heart?"

"Yanyun dare not."

"I knew you would say that." The old man said: "At that time, your inner demons were still within the scope of suppression. Although you launched a big war, you didn't really want to do anything to the Three Realms. The news about that child named Qin Li in the Demon Realm from Zixiao Palace...you can fool others, but you can't fool me."

Mo Wumeng looked at Yanyun.

Yan Yun said: "Prime Minister Zhou is indeed talented."

"You have to think about talents for the fairy world even in a battle. You are so tired and flustered."

Yan Yun just smiled lightly and didn't respond, the two fell silent, and Mo Wu couldn't sit still.

He moved forward, looked at the old man and said, "You've finished talking about Yanyun, can you tell me about mine?"

"What do you have to say?" The old man gave him a white look, and said, "If you have anything to ask your little prime minister, he has a good brain."

"Aren't you tired of turning your head? I have to save him energy." Mo Wudao: "What's the matter with my evil spirit?"

The old man glanced at Yanyun and said, "You tell this fool."

"Changbai is not a brainless person, he just wants to make sure with Shangshen." Yan Yun smiled shallowly, and said to Mo Wu: "If I guess correctly, your evil spirit is because of the Received all the killing spirit on the battlefield of the immortal and demon war into his soul, which is why there is no evil spirit on the ancient battlefield of the demon world, and it can be inhabited early in the morning. As for why the killing spirit on the battlefield All the gas is gone..."

Mo Wu frowned, "The memory of that time is very messy, I really can't remember it."

"At that time your primordial spirit was broken, and the little prime minister went crazy," the old man said, "it just so happens that your biggest piece of primordial spirit fell on him, and you saw him go crazy for you, so you wanted to kill him. The anger is gone...but who made you a god born in heaven and earth, so capable?"

The old man said unhappily: "Your agitation has completely suppressed the killing spirit on the entire battlefield."

Mo Wu: "..."

Mo Wu: ...? ! !

Mo Wu raised his hand and scratched his face, "...Oh."

"You sucked the killing energy of the entire battlefield at that time. Originally, the soul was just a fragment that was hard to repair. If it was blown up again, who knows what it would become." The old man said: "I will take your largest fragment of the soul. Sent to the underworld, the underworld has the most killing energy, it can bear your toss, see if you can relieve the killing energy a little bit, they are already too busy, and there is more work, the bad-tempered King of Hades and I lost my temper."

Mo Wu nodded, knowing that the King of Hades couldn't figure out the relationship.

"In the end, the murderous aura was too attached to your primordial spirit, and you couldn't get rid of it. It was originally a troublesome matter, but the King of Hades is also happy to have you here. If someone doesn't match up in the book of life and death, he will send you there. Solve it." After thinking about it, the old man seemed quite satisfied, and said: "The Immortal of the Heavenly Court works under him as an errand, and his temper has improved a lot in the past 300 years."

Mo Wu: ...? ! !

Mo Wu thought about it, frowned and asked the most important thing, and said: "Then what happened to my little prime minister? When I called his name in the mortal world, he avoided me. I just thought about it, isn't the logic right?" superior."

"Oh, I changed his memory."

Mo Wu jumped high, staring and said: "What did you say you did?!"

"Why are you excited?" The old man glanced at him and said calmly: "You chopped him off in front of the Zixiao Palace, but in his memory I changed it to him. In order to stop you, he grabbed the broken knife and chopped you off."

"As far as his temperament is concerned, if he really kills me, he will be awkward and refuse to go any further?!" Mo Wu was one of the first two, "What are you trying to do, you old man?!"

"Tu Zhou Yanheng is such a good boy, don't be ruined by you." The old man looked at the chessboard, and made another click, because this move was good, he smiled, and then turned his head to look at Mo Wu, who was blowing up. He said: "Besides, isn't this good? He feels guilty for you, so he will treat you well without interruption. Didn't you worry every day how could you talk to him more? Although he refused to have anything to do with you Substantial progress, at least now it's his turn to talk to you."

"The two of us are making fast progress now!" Mo jumped up without any breath, stared at him, turned around and walked out.

The old man smiled, then looked at the chessboard.

Yan Yun also fell down, with the corners of his mouth curved, and said: "Shangshen's step is not to distance the relationship between the two of them."

The old man laughed, "Xiao Yun is more accurate."

"Prime Minister Zhou has always regarded Changbai as a high-ranking immortal, sacred and noble, and can only be seen from a distance. Even though he has admiration in his heart, when Changbai tries to get closer, he will subconsciously stay away and hide that love in his heart. "Yan Yun said: "But if you feel guilty about Changbai, you will take the initiative to approach, hoping to make up for it. As long as the two of you get along close enough for a long time, the sense of distance will be weakened, and everything will no longer be a problem."

"I gave them a chance, but they really depend on themselves." Shang Shen said: "With the heart of the young prime minister, this will happen sooner or later. I just gave them a push."

Yan Yun nodded, "God has bothered."

When Yanyun left Shangshen and walked out, he found that Mo Wu was waiting for him in the distance.

Yan Yun was taken aback, "Why are you here?"

"I'm angry with that old man, I don't want to go back, but I want to find you." Mo Wudao: "What are you going to do after that? Did the old man say anything to you?"

"Yeah." Yanyun said: "Shangshen said, you are a high-ranking immortal, do you still have to ask me how you want to go in the future?"

Mo Wudao: "Then what are you going to do?"

"God doesn't blame me for doing such a wrong thing. I am already very lucky, and I deserve to be punished." Yanyun said: "If you look at it according to the law, the Demon Emperor who initiated the war between immortals and demons should be the one who sank into the world. The silent deep sea, accompanied by darkness, will never be released."

Mo Wu frowned slightly: "You are talking about the Demon Emperor, not the Immortal."

Yanyun smiled lightly and said: "Changbai, Yanyun is dead, and he was completely dead in the thunderstorm that year. Although I was reborn, my fairy book has not been restored, and I will not let it return. Immortal world cannot I am the first to disapprove of the existence of such an immortal, so..."

"So only I know that you are not dead, and you want him to be a secret."

"That's right." Yanyun said: "Just treat me as a favor and let that Yanyun Shangxian live in everyone's memory."

"I can't say no to you." Mo Wu frowned and looked at him for a while, then said, "What can I do?"

"A merciless request." Yan Yun said slowly: "Prime Minister Zhou please approve that the three souls of Tianying will be gathered together, transferred from Tianheng Mountain to the deep sea, and the two of us will be imprisoned together."

Mo Wu was taken aback.

"Having me with him is safer than imprisoning him in Tianheng Mountain." Yanyun said: "I owe him, and I will pay back slowly in countless days in the future. It's the best outcome."

Mo Wu looked at him with a complicated expression.

"Go back quickly," Yan Yun smiled, as alienated and indifferent as before, but seemed a little more relieved, and said: "Aren't you still in a hurry to go back and find the little prime minister?"

"Yeah." Mo Wu was thinking about Xianjun, hesitated for a moment, turned his head and walked out quickly, his figure became fainter and weaker, and just when he was about to merge with that piece of white light, he suddenly stopped Footsteps, turned back and called, "Yanyun."

Yan Yun looked at him, "Huh?"

The corner of Mo Wu's mouth curled up hard, and said: "...I miss your sticky cake very much."

The corners of Yan Yun's eyes were slightly bent, and he said: "You are welcome to come to the deep sea at any time, but don't come too often, or he will get angry."

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Picking stars outside the palace.

"Still not awake?" As soon as Old Master Yaoshi went out, Si Ming and others surrounded him. Old Lord Yaoshi shook his head and said, "It's a great fortune to be able to come back, don't worry."

"Yes yes yes." Everyone nodded their heads and sighed with emotion: "It's really unexpected that God of War can really come back. Back then when the prime minister insisted on going to the mortal world to search for it, no one believed it. Unexpectedly, the prime minister had the foresight!"

"Yes! We still have to be the prime minister!"

"Then is there any way to wake up his God of War earlier?" A fairy said: "How about moving Fanxingzui to his bedroom?"

"Yes! God of War used to like the sapphire screen in my palace the most, so I'll move it here!"

"There is also the shuttlecock of the little boy in my palace. He asked me for it, and I will get it too!"

"And my orchids!"

"My collection of peacock feathers!"

……

But after a while, the people gathered in front of the gate of Zhaixing Palace dispersed. Old Master Yaoshi was a little dazed, then turned his head to look inside the gate, sighed softly, and said in a low voice: "If you say that he likes the most, there are still others in this world. Is it something that surpasses the prime minister? Forget it, let them go..."

The immortal took back the medicine made by Laojun Shi Laojun, bypassed all kinds of strange things sent by immortals outside the door, and entered the house.The medicine cup was steaming, and it smelled of herbs.The night in early summer is not cool, the windows in the house are open, and you can see the stars scattered in the sky, twinkling and shining, and the brilliance is moving.

With a crisp sound, the medicine cup fell to the ground.

Xianjun stared blankly at the bed.

A person was sitting lazily by the couch, tilting his head and looking at the stars outside the window, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes were carefully carved by holy hands, and the stars were shining in his eyes.

He turned his head, the corners of his eyes were slightly bent, and the eyes were shining with a clear light. His eyes passed through hundreds of thousands of years and turned into a soft smile.

"Prime Minister, I'm back."

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The author has something to say: It's over, and there will be a side story after that, which is specially used to sprinkle sugar, with stalks from the copywriting before version n and some follow-up explanations~

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