The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

Time flies, spring goes to autumn, and there are several degrees of cold and heat. The Cangling Sect once again ushered in the disciple selection contest on the fifth day of May. The lotus in the pond on Qiwu Peak is full of buds, and Fu Ziyuan is excitedly holding a few. The white peony that was just folded fell into the yard, "Junior brother, I'm here to fold the peony for you."

"I'm here." Jing Moli's voice came from the flower hall.

Fu Ziyuan ran over, and as soon as he entered the flower hall, he saw Jing Moli sitting under the window. Seven years had passed, and now Jing Moli was as tall as a green bamboo, and he was wearing a silver-white gown. The moonlight wide-sleeved robe, the hair is half tied with a headband, the facial features that were already stunning at a young age have grown, and the more handsome and flawless, the peach blossom eyes seem to contain spring water, just looking at it is unbearable He couldn't help being flustered, and what's more, his peach-like lips were always slightly curled up, so dazzling that he had to be intoxicated under his robe.

This little junior brother looks really good.Fu Ziyuan blinked and pulled back his thoughts, "Here, the peony just broken."

Jing Moli took the peony, took a vase, filled it with water, trimmed the flower, and placed it in the flower hall, "This year's peony blooms well, too."

"Every year is good, but you were outside a few years ago and didn't see it." Fu Ziyuan sat down, "Why didn't you go out this year?"

"Preacher Fanyin has something to go back, and it's boring to travel alone." Jing Moli poured him a cup of tea, "Besides, I also have some things to deal with."

"It's great, you have someone to travel around with, my master knows he will go out, and he won't take me with him." Fu Ziyuan felt that his cultivation was pretty good, but unfortunately he could only go out with his seniors occasionally, as for the master, he didn't go out with him. take him.

"If you practice more, you will always have a chance." Jing Moli comforted her lightly.

"But I've always been curious. This Qiwu Peak has always been a forbidden area. Why did the elders let you stay here alone and didn't ask for a teacher?" This is probably because all the Cangling disciples are very curious.

"Probably because I think this place is suitable for me." Jing Moli smiled, "By the way, the third elder is back?"

"No, I went out a month ago and haven't come back yet." Fu Ziyuan felt that his situation was very similar to that of Jing Moli, who guarded a mountain alone.

Jing Moli nodded, "I'll go out again after a while."

"Where to go?"

"Yingcheng." Yingcheng, his hometown in this life, where his relatives in this life are, is also a relationship that he should go to forge.

"Do you want me to accompany you?" Fu Ziyuan asked expectantly.

"No need, I'm very familiar with it." Jing Moli smiled slightly, and gently picked the peony in the vase, "Seven years is not long."

Tonight, the sky is full of stars, the breeze is blowing on Qiwu Peak, and the lanterns under the corridor are lit. Jing Moli looked at the blue sea for a while, then turned his head to look in the direction of Feiyu Peak, which was built by Yishu. Running there, even though he knew that he was no longer there, he didn't dare to go there.

Sighing softly, Jing Moli still came towards Feiyu Peak, instead of going to the front mountain, Jing Moli went directly to the back mountain. In his memory, there were peony flowers all over the mountain.Lightly falling, straight into the sea of ​​flowers, peony flowers of various colors are planted in a patchwork pattern, and the stone path shuttles among them. A terrace is built on the edge of the cliff. On the edge of the terrace is a pillar with a large string of shells hanging on it. Wind chimes, softly ringing with the wind.

After so long, the peony flowers here are still so beautiful.He casually folded a white peony and held it in his hand. Jing Moli walked slowly through the sea of ​​flowers to the terrace, and tied the peony flower to the wind chime. skirt.

Sitting down casually on the steps of the terrace, Jing Moli looked at the sea of ​​peonies under the night, and still remembered the way Yishu planted the peonies with his own hands, his hands were covered with mud, I take great care of these flowers.

Suddenly remembered something, Jing Moli went to the terrace, counted the peony bushes, squatted down under the third peony flower, dug three inches of soil, and sure enough touched the wine jar, dug out a small jar, Jing Mo Li smiled, Yishu really hid wine here.

When the wine jar was opened, a scent of wine rushed towards the face, and the clear fragrance penetrated into the heart, "It really is green bamboo leaves." The wine jar was only the size of a palm, and Jing Moli took a sip directly. The taste of memory.

Heaving a long sigh of relief, Jing Moli sat on the bluestone slab beside the flowers, raised the wine jar and touched a peony flower, "Respect." Respect Yishu, the past, and the present.After drinking two jars of wine in a row, Jing Moli's eyes were blurred, and he fell directly on the bluestone board to rest. As the night got darker, the wind blew the flowers, and the peony petals fell off, covering him all over.

Tonight was star-studded, until the crescent moon rose from the west after midnight, the starlight faded a little, and a ray of light flashed across the night sky and landed on the terrace. With red feather pattern, like a branch of red plum blossom in the snow.Her temples were cut like knives, her appearance was like an autumn moon, and her brows were full of ice and snow. Even though she was very handsome, her cold expression made people dare not approach her.

He is Yishu, the fifth elder of the Feather Clan in the demon world. He was originally a white crane, and he was also the first executive elder of Feiyu Peak of the Cangling Sect.He stood on the terrace and looked at the peony flowers underneath for a while, when he suddenly smelled the smell of alcohol, he couldn't help but walked to the edge of the terrace and looked down, only to see a person covered in petals, with his back turned to him, sleeping soundly. There are several empty wine jars beside it.

Yishu frowned slightly, seeing that his attire should be that of Cang Ling's disciples, he was really brave enough to steal his wine!With a wave of his right hand, his sleeves were turned over, and the wind and clear water turned into raindrops and poured directly towards the people below.

Unprepared, a burst of rain poured down. Jing Moli woke up from his sleep and wiped the water on his face. Why is it raining in this fine weather?

"What's your name? Who do you worship under?"

The familiar voice seemed to have passed through the years of reincarnation and floated clearly in his memory. Jing Moli was stunned, it was Yishu.The heartbeat seemed to be a little faster, Jing Moli stood up slowly, regardless of the wet clothes and the embarrassment of dripping hair, he said loudly, "Jing Moli is staying at Qiwu Peak."

Hearing this, Yishu was stunned, and looked at the figure in the audience in disbelief. This figure seemed to overlap with the person deep in his memory, "Tell me, what's your name?"

"Jing Moli." Jing Moli walked up the terrace steps, approaching Yishu step by step.

The familiar face, the familiar expression, and even the expression in those eyes are so similar, Yi Shu stared at Jing Moli step by step, trembling all over, unable to restrain his excitement, "You ?”

I haven't seen him for so long. Compared with before, Yishu is more mature and has a calmer temperament. In the past, he was built of ice and snow, but now he is more like a towering snow mountain that is difficult to melt.Jing Moli spread a smile on his face, "Why, don't you recognize me?"

Yishu's eyes gradually became moist, "You are finally back."

Jing Moli pursed his lips and smiled lightly, stretched out his hand to hug Yishu, the temperature from his chest was not illusory, and the strength from the arms hugging him was not fake either, Yishu raised his hand slowly, and then fiercely Hold Jing Moli tightly, "Moli!"

This stretch made Jing Moli almost out of breath, and Yishu never expected to be so excited, "Take it easy, I'm a mortal child now, but I can't stand your toss."

Yishu quickly let go of Jing Moli, took a closer look, and found that the current Moli is indeed a mortal, "You are?"

"Reincarnation, look, we haven't seen each other for so long, and you splashed water on me as soon as we met." Jing Moli brushed the clothes that were still wet, "You will pay me for all the clothes."

Yishu hurriedly cast a spell to clean Jing Moli's clothes and hair. He thought that some young disciple had stolen the wine he had hidden, so he was naturally angry, "It's my fault."

Yishu was very surprised that Yishu apologized in a good-tempered manner?Usually at such times, he would turn his head and ignore him. Thinking of Qianxia talking about Yishu's desperate efforts to save herself, in fact, Yishu has always treated him very well, but he never said, "I used to like to go to that place." The wine is hidden in the flowers, I tried it just now, but I didn’t expect there to be wine, and it’s still very fresh, did you hide it?”

Yishu nodded. There are batches of wine hidden here, but no one has drunk it for more than 500 years. Every time he comes here, he still brings a few jars of fresh wine, which are still hidden in Moli’s favorite place. that location.

"Sure enough, he's a good brother." Jing Moli patted Yishu on the shoulder, "I've probably been reincarnated several times, and you still miss me."

Yishu can see that Jing Moli has a lot of cultivation now, and he is afraid that when the opportunity comes, he will ascend to the fairyland. Even if he is reincarnated, it is not very strange to be able to remember his past.

"Have you been deeply involved in reincarnation all these years?" Reincarnation has suffered all kinds of hardships in the world, and it's a pity that he doesn't know anything about it.

Jing Moli didn't understand this question, "It should be, my memory is intermittent, with a large blank, I only remember the first 200 years, maybe my cultivation is not enough."

Hearing what Jing Moli said, Yishu breathed a sigh of relief, a little thankful and joyful, this is good, Moli probably doesn't remember anything about Feng Guixi.

Sitting down on the terrace, Jing Moli briefly talked about the affairs of this life, "I originally planned to go to Yingcheng, and then go back to Qiwulin to have a look, and I just met you at night."

Yishu looked at him, the ice and snow in his eyes seemed to have melted away, with a little tenderness, "I just happened to be nearby, bought a few jars of wine, and wanted to put them here." Yishu took out five jars of wine , set aside.

Jing Moli picked up an altar with a smile and opened it, "Just so, get drunk again, will you drink with me?"

Yishu also picked up a jar of wine, "accompany." The two jars of wine touched each other, and then each took a big sip, wiped their lips, and the two looked at each other with a smile. Great luck, not to mention they still remember each other.

The author has something to say: Mo Li has finally grown up and can be messed with. .