The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

Yishu stayed with Jing Moli on Qiwu Peak for a few days before returning to the Demon Realm. Jing Moli set off in mid-June and went to Yingcheng with a merchant ship. After seven years, he returned to the world The road and the scenery are vaguely like the old days, but how did we go to form the bond of blood.

Mr. Pianpian stood on the deck facing the wind, with flowing robes and silver hairbands blowing in the wind, his melancholy back formed a beautiful picture scroll with the green mountains and clear waters, and a person on the ship tower was painting by the window, and drew the scene in front of him with a brush. After finishing the painting, he clicked his tongue a few times, "The so-called gentleman looks like a tree facing the wind, that's what it is."

Looking down again, the young master who had been standing for a long time finally turned around. His unparalleled handsome appearance made the man slightly stunned. He really looked good, so he couldn't help but shouted, "Brother, what's your name?"

Jing Moli looked up, only to see a scholar-like man waving his hands at him, Jing Moli tilted his head slightly, "Huh?"

"Brother, come down to Huo Qingfeng, wait for me for a while, I'll come down now." The scholar hurriedly took the painting in his hand and ran down, handing it to Jing Moli, "Brother, what do you think of this painting?"

Jing Moli took it over and looked at it. It was him who was drawn, "Did you draw me?"

"Brother, the jade tree is facing the wind, and it is just right for this landscape to be included in the painting. Please forgive me if I offend you." Huo Qingfeng looked at Jing Moli, and looked closely. This young man's facial features are indeed exquisite, especially his eyes.

"It's okay, just paint, I'll go back first." Jing Moli returned the painting and was about to leave, Huo Qingfeng held him back, "May I ask what your name is?"

"Jing Moli." Jing Moli smiled, bid farewell and left, seeing that this man was full of ink on his sleeves, and his drawing skills were excellent, he was an idiot.

This smile was even more beautiful. Huo Qingfeng stood there for a while, then hurried back to spread the paper, grind the ink and adjust the paint, and draw again.

The boat sailed and rested, and after a few days passed, we arrived near Lianfeng again. This night, the moonlight was just right, and Jing Moli came to Lianfeng again, wandering along the mountain trails. The mountains and rivers were very quiet this month. After a short while, we reached the grass on the top of the peak. At the booth, no one is playing chess here this time.

In the past few years, I have been with Taoist priest Sanskrit, and I have seen all the joys and sorrows of the world. Jing Moli has gained a lot, and his mood has become more and more clear. Something very important had been forgotten by him.

He also asked Sanskrit why, but Sanskrit was always silent, and later he thought, it should be because his fate in the world of mortals is not over, his heart is not as bright as a mirror, and he is obsessed.

Going to the pavilion and sitting down, Jing Moli enjoys the tranquility of being alone, the mountains and rivers are vast, how insignificant a person is, compared with the torrent of time, decades or hundreds of years are just a wave.He has existed and disappeared, and now he is still him, but he is no longer him.Back then, I loved looking for flowers and asking willows to roam around freely, but now I love calm and peaceful times. The 200-year-old demon should be very young, but he already feels old.

"The green hills are still clear and the water is still, what can the moon shine through the ages?" Taking out the flute, Jing Moli stroked the body of the flute lightly, the flute opened his lips, and the melody played as he wished, the carefree sound of the flute rippling into the night lightly among.

A ray of black smoke came from a distance, followed by a ray of golden light, which slowly reached the air near the mountain peak. The golden light flashed to stop the black smoke, and both of them took shape in midair. Judge Song Ping, and Black Smoke is a ghost.

"Master Song, why are you chasing me so hard, I will go back naturally after I finish my work." The ghost is a male ghost, with evil spirits on his eyebrows and a terrifying ghost image.

"You have hurt many people. The Northern Emperor has ordered you to be arrested and brought to justice. I advise you to obediently go back with me to accept the crime." Song Ping took out the spirit ring with his right hand, and threw it at the ghost without politeness.

The golden light of the soul-leading circle is overflowing, and it is surrounded by the ghost in an instant. Although the ghost is a little ghost, it is not to be outdone. There was a person above, who smiled strangely and flew towards Jing Moli to catch him.

The sound of the flute suddenly changed, and the sound of Jinghua brought a white and clear light, and immediately surrounded the little ghost. The little ghost threw himself to the ground, covered his ears with his hands, and his face was full of pain.Song Ping had already chased after him, looked at Jing Moli in the pavilion, smiled softly, and put the little ghost into the soul lock bag effortlessly.

The sound of the flute stopped, and Jing Moli nodded towards Song Ping. Song Ping looked at Jing Moli, who was already Pianpian's son, full of emotion in his heart, and he walked forward with a bright smile, "In the lower world Judge Song Ping, thank you son for your help."

Jing Moli stood up, "It's a little effort, you're welcome."

The situation in front of me seems to be similar to the past, "Time flies so fast." Song Ping looked at Jing Moli with a smile, "In a blink of an eye, you are the same as before." The meeting in Jihe City seemed to happen yesterday In a blink of an eye, this ghost king who is so infatuated with his soul is already a practitioner who has no worries. He thinks that he will be able to transcend and ascend in a short time, which can be regarded as good and good rewards.

Jing Moli frowned slightly, did the judge seem to recognize him?But it's not surprising, since entering reincarnation naturally means entering the underworld, it's normal for the judge to recognize himself.Thinking of this, Jing Moli smiled and said nothing.

Realizing that he was talking nonsense, Song Ping coughed lightly, "You play the flute really well, and I have to go back to my life. If there is a chance to see you again, I will buy you a drink again. Thank you for your help." Song Ping continued He smiled brightly, raised his hand to say goodbye, disappeared in an instant, stepped into the shadows and returned to the underworld.

In her previous life, she mostly traveled in the human world and the demon world, and had never been to the underworld. They all said that the underworld is gloomy and cold, and the ghosts and gods are also heartless. Unexpectedly, this judge is easy-going.

A small episode, Jing Moli was thrown away in a blink of an eye, and finally arrived in Yingcheng a few days later, as soon as he got off the boat, a figure jumped in front of him, it was the painter Huo Qingfeng, Huo Qingfeng looked at Jing Moli very happily, "It's finally time for you."

Seeing that the carriage servants were all beside him, as if they were waiting for him specially, Jing Moli nodded, "What's the matter, Mr. Huo?"

"This." Huo Qingfeng handed a scroll in his hand to Jing Moli, "This painting is for you, my lord."

Jing Moli unfolded the scroll and painted himself, with a simple and elegant body, standing against the wind with a smile on his face, his facial features were depicted in detail, even the fine lines on his clothes were all in the painting, it can be seen that this person is not only a superb painter, but also Observing the subtleties, there is a photographic memory.

Huo Qingfeng scratched his neck in embarrassment, "I'm clumsy at writing, and I can't draw one-tenth of the gentleman's elegance, but I really like that painting, so I can't give it to you, so I will forcefully replace it with this one, please forgive me."

This man's heart is really pure and kind, but it's just a painting of his back, so he is so polite and uneasy, "Thank you very much." Jing Moli didn't want his own portrait to fall into the hands of others, "I will definitely treasure it. "Jing Moli put away the painting, saluted very politely, and then left.

Huo Qingfeng stared at him far away, this Young Master Jing is truly peerless, but unfortunately, although he intends to make friends these days, he never sees Jing Moli, so he can only wait here while he is getting off the boat.

"My lord, it's time for us to go back." The servant boy on the side stepped forward.

Huo Qingfeng nodded, "Let's go."

After all, it is a place where I have lived for 11 years. Jing Moli is still very familiar with Yingcheng. Walking on the street, Jing Moli smiled and looked at all kinds of people. Taiping Street is in front of him. Still a little hesitant, what should he say when he sees them again?

Cangling was selected back then, and after sending a letter back to Yingcheng, he never cared about it again. Cangling is isolated from the secular world, even if there is a letter from Yingcheng's family, it is difficult to send, not to mention for them, having a son selected as Cangling is an honor and Helpless, because Cangling disciples are no longer their children.

In fact, this is very unfair to them. Children who have worked hard for more than ten years become someone else's in a blink of an eye. For many parents, they are extremely reluctant to let their children go to Cangling practice.

Turning the corner and stepping into Taiping Street, suddenly a person ran out of the crowd and bumped into Jing Moli, "Hey!" The man wailed, covered his forehead with his hand, looked up at Jing Moli, his bright eyes were full of anger, Full of coquettishness, she was taken aback when she saw Jing Moli, "It's you!"

This person is dressed in men's clothes, but he is petite and has a charming face. He is clearly a woman disguised as a man. Jing Moli thought for a while, and smiled slightly, "So it is Princess Jiayi." Unexpectedly, when I came back here, the first person I saw was an old friend It will be the princess.

"It's really you!" Princess Jiayi was very pleasantly surprised, she looked left and right suddenly, and pulled Jing Moli to hide behind a nearby light stand, "Hush, don't make any noise."

A few soldiers hurried past on the long street, and Princess Jiayi breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, they escaped."

"What's the matter?" Jing Moli didn't understand.

Princess Jiayi pouted slightly, "I sneaked out, but they can't find me."

"Why did you run out?"

"Because," Princess Jiayi hesitated to speak, and snorted softly, "I won't tell you."

Jing Moli smiled, "Could it be that he escaped marriage?"

Princess Jiayi gave Jing Moli a light look, "Humph."

"Looks like I guessed it right." Jing Moli pulled back his sleeve, "Then princess, go ahead, I should go."

"Hey!" Princess Jiayi grabbed Jing Moli again, "Aren't you practicing in Cangling? How did you come here?" Only Jing Moli was selected on the same boat back then, and Princess Jiayi felt very regretful for a while, after all Such a good-looking person goes to practice like that.

"Come here if you have something to do." Jing Moli pulled back his sleeve again, "It's getting late, since the princess is running away from marriage, she should hide again." As soon as the footsteps moved, Jing Moli drifted away, and Princess Jiayi looked at her. Looking at his figure, he stomped his feet fiercely, this Jing Moli is still like this, really annoying.

No matter how long the road is, it will come to an end. Standing in front of the general's mansion, Jing Moli took a deep breath. What should be faced is still to be faced. He stepped forward, with the corners of his lips slightly curved, with a gentlemanly demeanor , "Jing Moli, disciple of Cangling, please see Mrs. Jing."