The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

The sun was rising, and it was another morning. On the Wufeng Peak, in the bedroom, Jing Moli and Yishu were still asleep. Jing Moli occupied most of the couch, lying on his back, and Yishu lay down very neatly. on the inside.It was a little cold in the sleep, but felt that the side was warmer, Jing Moli turned over, stretched out his arms to hug her, and pulled off the balled quilt by the way.

Yishu's body suddenly became heavier, and Yishu woke up, seeing an unfamiliar environment, and when he turned his head, he saw Jing Moli's sleeping face. The face that was always in high spirits was now quiet, and those seductive eyes were tight. Closed.

Yishu was still worried that it was just a dream. Looking at the living Jing Moli, he lay down a little relaxed, and did not get up when he woke up as usual.How long has it been since I can feel him by my side like this? It’s been a year since 520. In these long years, there has been no news about him, no matter how high the cultivation base is, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, no matter how good the wine is, there is no such thing as his companion. Enjoy.

Even in the banquet, he was still so lonely. Only then did he understand what Jing Moli meant to him. It was a companion, a confidant, and a light that could not be lost in life.

Vaguely smelling the fragrance of tea, Jing Moli opened his eyes, rolled happily on the bed before sitting up, put on his boots, Jing Moli put on his belt and walked out, Yishu sat on the edge of the tea table, Tea is being brewed.

Jing Moli yawned, ignored him, went straight outside, fetched water to freshen up, and then walked back slowly. Yishu brought him a glass of water next to him, "I drank so much wine last night. Have a glass of honey water first."

Jing Moli took the cup and drank the honey water in one gulp, "It's more troublesome to be a mortal, and you are weak and easy to get sick."

"It's good to be a mortal." Yishu poured him tea, glanced at him, and there was a smile on the corner of his lips, "Be clear, so you don't always go outside to mess around."

Seeing his smile clearly, Jing Moli raised his eyebrows slightly. It's been so long since I haven't seen him, Yishu, who was like a piece of ice back then, is much gentler. In the world, you are also doing a good job, where are you messing around?"

Yishu shook his head, "You said you were going to get married, let's go together."

"No need, I should repay the favor of giving birth, and I will go back to Qiwulin to see you after I finish what I should do." Jing Moli took a sip of tea, "For you, I have been away for a long time. For me, it’s like a few days ago.” Speaking of this, he smiled, “That’s fine, you are all old men now, and I’m still young.”

"Yes, you are still the same as before." That's great.

"Junior brother, are you up? I brought you breakfast." Fu Ziyuan's voice came, and he leaned into the room, saw Jing Moli smiling brightly, and turned to Yishu, "Oh, you have a guest."

Jing Moli beckoned, "Bring it here, I'm just hungry."

Fu Ziyuan walked in and put the food box on the coffee table beside him. Jing Moli moved over in a very unimpressive manner, opened the food box, found a bowl of minced meat porridge, a plate of pastries, and two side dishes, "That's right, senior brother's craftsmanship It's getting better and better."

Fu Ziyuan pouted towards Yishu, and Jing Moli pointed to Yishu, "My friend Yishu, he is Fu Ziyuan from Xiaoyue Peak, senior brother Ziyuan."

Yishu drank tea calmly, "Brother? You never called me."

Jing Moli cast him a glance, "We didn't have any apprenticeship either, so why call you senior brother?"

"Then you should call me brother too."

"We grew up together, why do we call you elder brother." Jing Moli took out the contents of the food box, and casually took a piece of pastry to Yishu, who took it, "I'm three years older than you."

"Three years old is nothing, and it's not three hundred years old." For a monster, three years is too short, and it takes a hundred years to transform into a human form. It can be transformed into a human form.

"If I were three hundred years older than you," Yishu stopped talking.

Jing Moli smiled, "I call you, uncle."

Yishu glanced at him helplessly, "Let's eat." Jing Moli picked up the porridge and drank it. Fu Ziyuan was very confused when he heard it. The younger brother and this young master should be very close friends. Yishu, this name is really good. A bit familiar.

Waiting for Jing Moli to finish his breakfast, Fu Ziyuan took the dishes to the kitchen and washed them very attentively. Seeing that there were still grapes he brought yesterday in the fruit basket, he washed some and brought them over.

Jing Moli had already changed his clothes, and went to the flower hall with Yishu. Seeing the peony flowers on the table, Yishu lowered his eyes and made tea again, "Don't you like red peonies more? Why are there white peony flowers?"

"The peony is the king of flowers, the peony is the face of the flower, the red peony is graceful and luxurious, and the white peony is beautiful and beautiful, so there is no conflict if you like them together." Jing Moli blinked, not knowing how he could compare flowers properly.

"What if you can only choose one?"

Jing Moli thought for a while, "Then red peony, I like red, peony and peony are similar."

Yishu sighed in his heart, knowing that he was playing tricks, and he didn't even give the only answer when he chose a flower, "After finishing the matter in the human world, what are your plans?"

"Concentrate on practicing, I am aiming at becoming an immortal."

"Well, it's also good to become an immortal, so as not to fall into reincarnation again."

Fu Ziyuan came in and put the grapes on the table, "Junior brother, I picked all my grapes for you, and you don't know how to wash and eat them."

"I'm lazy." Jing Moli looked at the round grapes, took a peeled grape, and brought it to Yishu's mouth, "Besides, I don't like peeling it." Yishu opened his mouth to eat, swallowed Afterwards, with a blank expression, Jing Moli smiled, peeled off the second one and ate it by himself. The grapes are very sweet, "I don't even like eating sour grapes."

This point has not changed. Every time he eats these fruits that may be sour, he always asks him to taste them first, and only after he is sure that they are not sour can he eat them with confidence. Yishu took out a jade plate and poured some water on it. Then the water turned into ice and spread on the bottom of the plate. With a slight hook of the fingers, the grapes peeled off their skins and rolled into the ice plate obediently.

Yishu took out another jade stick and handed it to Jing Moli, "Eat it."

Jing Moli looked at Yishu strangely, he hadn't seen him for hundreds of years, what happened to this white crane?So considerate?For a man who has changed so much, it could only be because he got married. Jing Moli suddenly realized with a smile, "I don't know who is the beauty who won your favor and became your wife?"

Yishu glanced at him, "I haven't married yet."

"No? From the time I remember, it has been more than 600 years. You are over 800 years old and you haven't married yet?" Jing Moli frowned, "Could it be that you wished for it, and you were hurt by love or something?"

"Don't guess, I will practice with all my heart."

Fu Ziyuan rubbed his head. He was startled by this strange young master Lu's spell. After listening to Jing Moli for several hours, he suddenly remembered one thing. The first commanding elder of Feiyu Peak was not the real one. Call Yishu?Could this Yishu be that Yishu?His eyes widened, he sized up Yishu and then Jing Moli, he had heard from Feiyu Peak's disciples that they would occasionally see the Patriarch return in the Sea of ​​Peony, could it be that they were just talking nonsense?

Then who is this junior who recognizes Elder Yishu?

Poking the grapes and eating them, Jing Moli spat out the seeds, "That's weird, you used to ignore me, why are you treating me so well now? Could it be that it's not easy for me to come back, and my heart aches Me?"

Yishu looked at Jing Moli, his expression unchanged, but his eyes were firm and serious, "In the future, I will accompany you whatever you want, and I will give you whatever you want."

Jing Moli had just stuffed a grape into his mouth. When he heard this, he spit it out or swallowed it. This time is terrible. It is even more terrifying than the sun coming out of the west for an ice cube to say such words. okay?

"Yishu, there's no need to do this. Who am I, Jing Moli? There is nothing wrong with me in the world. Even if I die again, I can come back properly."

"It won't happen again!" Yishu became serious, "In this life, unless I die, you don't want to die."

Jing Moli opened his mouth, wanted to say something but didn't say anything, he is really a good brother, okay, he should stop bullying Yishu in the future, and never give him sour fruit again, what a good brother.

Turning his head to see Fu Ziyuan stunned, Jing Moli smiled and snapped his fingers, "After all, Cang Ling has been passed down to the ninth generation of No. 70. Calling the ancestors is considered inferior."

He stood up, "I'm going to do my homework, you can do it yourself." He walked out of the flower hall and went to the quiet room.

Fu Ziyuan stood up silently, and stood aside with his hands down. Doesn't Moli's meaning confirm his guess that this Mr. Yishu is exactly the elder Yishu from Feiyu Peak? Much higher.

Yishu drank a cup of tea in silence, "Thank you for taking care of Moli so much."

"Disciple, it should be. Mo Li is," Junior Brother?Fu Ziyuan paused. If Moli and Elder Yishu had known each other for a long time, then it seemed that they were not juniors.

"In the past few years, has he been practicing outside with the Sanskrit priest?"

"Yes, Taoist Sanskrit has profound cultivation and compassion to help the world. Mo Li has learned a lot from him." Fu Ziyuan replied honestly.

"That's good. He has always been sloppy and doesn't know how to take care of himself. Please take care of him in the future. He likes to eat bamboo shoots, whether they are steamed, fried or stewed. He also likes to drink tea boiled with snow water and dew, and also likes to drink green bamboo leaves. Wine. Although I wear plain colors on weekdays, my favorite is red.” Bits and pieces are kept in my heart, and even after 500 years, I have never forgotten them. Some wounds and pains, even if they are buried deeply, only need a little movement It can make the wound bleed again.

Sure enough, they are old acquaintances, Fu Ziyuan felt a little sad, this little junior brother must be some old senior, "Senior is really kind to Mo Li."

"No, I did too little." What he missed and did wrong in those years, this time he will never do it again.