The Lotus Lantern is with you

He was dreaming again, and in the dream, peach blossoms were flying, and his mother was pulling Xiaoyu to make a female red, Xiaoyu's cheeks were tender, and her smiling eyes looked at him gently, full of love.

Then his friend joked, "Chen Xiang, Chen Xiang! When will you propose to Xiaoyu?"

He waved his hands in embarrassment, seeing his parents' gratified eyes, and Xiaoyu's gentle smile.He turned his head in embarrassment and fled the peach forest.

Behind them were the laughing faces of those bad friends. "He's shy, Chen Xiang is shy!"

He didn't feel happy because of the wedding, he only felt a heavy, sad and hopeless mood covering him.It made him almost suffocate.

It shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this!

He screamed, frantically looking for something, but what he was looking for, even he himself didn't know whether he could find it.

All he knew was that he was looking for someone, a very, very important person.

"Shen! Shen??" A warm hand gently rested on his forehead, pulling him back to reality.

Mo Chen opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was a pair of black eyes full of anxiety.Those eyes appeared countless times in the dream, so familiar that it hurts.

"Uncle?" Mo Shen called out in a low voice, as if lost in thought.

This made Yang Jian puzzled, "What uncle?"

"Ah, it's nothing..." Mo Chen shook his head, he realized that Yang Jian is just a teenager now.He casually changed the subject.

"I've been studying for so many days, let me see how you've been practicing recently!"

Mo Chen flicked the weeds off his body and stood up.

Yang Jian looked at the man in front of him, his expression became serious and dignified, "I've taught you, Shen." He reached out to attack Mo Chen with lightning speed, preemptively.

It had been a while since the two of them met last time, and Mo Chen had to admit that Yang Jian's talent was really good.

He can easily reach a level that ordinary people can't reach in a few years with just a few pointers, and he can draw inferences from one instance.Of course, this is also inseparable from Yang Jian's diligence.

After a few back and forth, Mo Chen stopped his momentum, and he looked at the young man in front of him with admiration.Solid basic skills, powerful talent, neither arrogant nor impetuous, he really deserves to be his uncle.This reminded him that when he was young, everything he did was frizzy, and even if he practiced, it would be fine.As a result, he was severely taught by his uncle.

After such a comparison, he felt a little ashamed.

"You did a great job!" Mo Chen sincerely admired this hardworking young man.

But I don't want Yang Jian to stare at his hand suspiciously for a long time without saying a word.He didn't like learning martial arts before, so whenever his elder brother wanted to pull him to learn martial arts, he always avoided it.But for some reason, when I saw Shen again, I learned martial arts from him inexplicably, and these moves were engraved in my mind as if I had learned them in my previous life, and I used them naturally.

"Shen, can I learn spells now?" Although Yang Jian was full of doubts, he quickly forgot him.He is more concerned about whether he can learn spells as soon as possible.He had long wanted to show off to his elder brother and younger sister.

With a raised eyebrow, Mo Chen saw through Yang Jian's thoughts.One must know that when he was a child, he also hoped that all his classmates knew that he could spell.

He shook his head, "Don't worry, before that, I want to take you to a place."

****

Kunlun, the land of the west sea, the land of the north sea, the majestic peaks rushing straight to the 33rd sky.Smoky, weak water coiled.

Mo Chen went all the way up to the top of Kunlun Mountain, and sure enough, a man in a black and white robe was standing with his hands behind his back. On the side, Kunlun was holding a guqin, and after a few strokes, the mountains and rivers were peaceful and far away, and he looked leisurely.

"You really came."

"I want to know what's going on with all this!" Mo Chen walked towards the sky and stood still in front of him.

"You sent Yang Jian to Yuding?" Kong didn't answer, but changed the subject.

Although Mo Chen was dissatisfied, he also knew that if Kong didn't want to say anything, he might not be able to ask anything.He looked at Kunlun while still looking relaxed.

"Uncle will worship Master Yuding as his teacher in the future, I think it would be better for them to meet sooner."

"Haha, I think it's because you don't know how to teach Yang Jian's skills at all!" Kong told the truth bluntly.

Mo Chen stared at him, "Oh, because the two great gods didn't teach me any exercises at all."

One sentence made Kong and Kunlun turn their heads in embarrassment.

Mo Chen thought of his tragic past, being oppressed and beaten by Kong and Kunlun every day, without any guidance, he completely practiced the truth.

So Mo Chenkong has a lot of abilities, but if he is to take in apprentices, his apprentices will probably be pissed off.

That Jade Cauldron Master was rumored to have the lowest cultivation level among the Twelve Golden Immortals, but he was a well-informed and resourceful man.It would be best for him to teach his uncle.

Mo Chen would not admit that he always felt awkward teaching his uncle to learn spells.

Kong coughed a few times, and under Mo Chen's contempt, he said lightly, "I think you also know that Yang Jian's soul has truly returned to the past, and it will be fully recovered soon without accidents. But you are different..."

It was getting late, and the setting sun dyed the sky a brilliant red.

Mo Chen frowned as he digested Kong's explanation, when he heard a miserable scream

"Ah!! My beard!!"

The birds flew away!Mo Chen and Kong said in unison, "Jade Cauldron!!"

Hurrying to catch up, I saw Master Yu Ding mourning miserably, his hair scattered like withered grass, his face scorched black, and his tattered Taoist uniform, Mo Chen suddenly regretted sending his uncle here.

"Shen..." Yang Jian rushed over excitedly when he saw Mo Chen.

He was actually a little angry, obviously Shen was his master, but why did he ask him to recognize the unreliable real Yuding as his master.Fortunately, he learned how to control fire.

"Jian?" Mo Chen took Yang Jian's hand distressedly, and found that it was scalded with small blisters.

"Why are you so careless, does it hurt?"

He foolishly watched Mo Chen lower his head and lick his palm, his soft tongue brushed against the wound, itching a bit.He was so close to him, he could even see the dark and long eyelashes trembling slightly, the hair swept across his cheeks, and there was a fresh scent of herbs.

Then, the boy blushed again.

"Hey, hey, I told you, shouldn't you also take care of me, the old man!!" On the side, Daoist Yu Ding stomped his feet angrily and shouted.

Mo Chen straightened up, looked up and down Reverend Yuding, and teased, "Reverend Yuding, it's actually pretty good without your beard."

"What a fart!" Master Yu Ding yelled, "Mo Chen, he burned my beard that I have worked so hard to accumulate for thousands of years, ouch, my beard, without it, I am no longer handsome! I think back then I was the number one handsome guy called the Twelve Golden Immortals."

Mo Chen and Yang Jian only felt goosebumps all over their bodies.With Yu Ding's previous appearance, being called handsome really has yet to be considered.

"Ahem, actually, I think you look better like this than before!" This is a big truth, without that funny beard, Yuding looks much more pleasing to the eye.

"Yes, yes, Master Yuding, this disciple also thinks you are very good!" Yang Jian nodded seriously, and praised,

Yu Ding had a mournful face: "But, I feel like I'm fucked." He reached out and stroked his chin, mourning that his beard would never come back.

Yu Ding, who had lost Aihu, drove the two of them down the mountain like a fly chaser. If Yang Jian stayed in his cave for a while, even his cave would be burned down.

At the foot of the mountain, there are green trees and green vines, and hundreds of flowers are blooming.

Mo Chen suppressed a smile, and patted Yang Jian on the shoulder, "Look, you did a good job, huh?"

The young man grabbed Mo Chen's hand, and stuck out his tongue mischievously, "I don't like his beard for a long time, Shen, don't mention him, let me tell you, I learned how to control fire!"

As the boy said, he turned his hand, and saw a blue-black flame floating on the boy's palm.

Mo Chen was startled, the flame was intertwined with the young man's soul, as if fused as one.But what made him feel unbelievable was that the flame was the abyss fire from hell.