The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

This time they went to Yancheng, Xu Wan and Jing Hui did not bring too many people, except for the guards, they brought two maids, a team of 24 people, and the captain of the guards was Ji Min.The carriage swayed gently, Xu Wan and Jing Hui were riding together, Xu Wan was embroidering a handkerchief with a needle and thread, Jing Hui was reading a book, after a few glances at the book, he looked up at Xu Wan, repeated several times, Xu Wan did not Helpless.

She put down her embroidery needle, "Do you have anything to say?"

Jing Hui nodded, put down the book cheerfully, and moved closer to Xu Wan, "Mother, when we come back from Yancheng, will he still win the city?"

As for who this "he" refers to, Xu Wan can still understand very well. Recently, Hui'er has always been very awkward. She obviously wants to see Moli very much, but she hides it, "Maybe, maybe not."

Jing Hui curled his lips, this answer is equivalent to no answer, "I went to see him that day," coughed softly to cover up, "Look at Brother You, he dances a sword in the yard, his swordsmanship is good, but it's not our Jing Hui. Home swordsmanship."

Xu Wan frowned slightly, "It wasn't raining that day, why would you be dancing swords in the yard?"

"I don't know, it's weird." Jing Hui only paid attention to the sword technique, and really didn't expect this.

Xu Wan recalled the conversation between the judge of the underworld and Mo Li that night. A person's life is full of sufferings in a hundred years, but Mo Li has experienced hundreds of years, from the elder of Cang Ling to the city lord of the underworld, I am afraid that the suffering I have suffered will be more and more.

"Hui'er, don't blame Moli, cultivation is his choice, as long as you know that he is safe, it will be the greatest comfort to your parents."

Jing Hui lowered his head slightly, "I'd better read a book."

The carriage was full of dust, day and night, half the distance was gone in a blink of an eye, and the frontier was at the boundary of Muyun Peak, a Muyun Peak soared into the clouds, and there were continuous hillsides in a radius of a hundred miles. The people who built towns in the mountains lived and worked in peace Xu Wan and the others had to pass through Xiaoyun Town near Muyun Peak, and then pass through Muyun Peak before heading north to Yancheng.

Looking at Muyun Peak in the distance, with the afterglow of the sunset glowing in the sky, it seemed like a fairyland. Jing Hui stood on the carriage with his hips akimbo and praised, "Although I have passed here many times, this mountain is really magnificent and beautiful."

"Second Young Master, sit in the carriage, and you can go to Xiaoyun Town after passing through this forest." Ji Min rode on a horse to protect him, and signaled the driver to slow down so that Jing Hui wouldn't fall down.

"No, the scenery is so beautiful, I'll know how to ride a horse." Jing Hui got out of the carriage, got on his white horse, ran forward happily, and entered the woods first.

It was already evening, the trees in the forest were thick with leaves, and the road was a little dark. Just as Jing Hui entered the forest, a gust of wind rushed towards him, carrying dust from the leaves. Jing Hui couldn't help squinting his eyes, but when he opened his eyes again, there was darkness and a strange atmosphere in front of him. Floating around, the white horse stopped and spun around in unease, Jing Hui got off the horse, and stroked the horse to comfort it.

Probably due to the experience of ghosts before, Jing Hui was still very calm. He drew out the dagger at his waist, "What is pretending, don't let me get out."

A few strange laughter came from all around, and three black shadows fell around Jing Hui, "This kid looks very delicious, let's eat today."

The black shadow swayed and attacked Jing Hui in an instant. Jing Hui clenched the sword in his hand, but even though the sword pierced through the black shadow, the black shadow disappeared again without substance.The sound of a flute came through the darkness, and the darkness was illuminated by dots of white light, and the black shadows suddenly turned into figures, which were three little ghosts.

"Jing Huayin." The little ghosts panicked and wanted to run away, but they were already surrounded by white lights, and they were crying like ghosts and wolves in an instant, "Please forgive me, please forgive me!"

The sound of the flute paused for a while, and a Qingyue voice came, "If you are stained with blood, you will fall into hell, and you will never recover. Think for yourself, go." The white light completely illuminated the darkness, Jing Hui couldn't help closing his eyes, and when he opened them again, he still stood still. in the woods.

"Hui'er!" The guard entered the woods, and Xu Wan raised the curtain of the car and called anxiously.

"Mother, I'm here, I'm fine." Jing Hui got on the horse again, the sound of the flute and the voice just now must be Jing Moli, so it turns out that he has been following them, what does this mean?

"It's getting dark, don't run around," Xu Wan instructed.

"Okay, I'll walk slowly." Jing Hui looked around, but he didn't see Jing Moli either. These Cangling disciples are really annoying if they hide their heads and show their tails.

Stayed overnight in Xiaoyun Town, the surroundings were quiet, people had already slept peacefully, Jing Hui secretly opened the window, jumped onto the roof, the night was fine tonight, the crescent moon was hanging in the sky, the stars were thinly dotted, and the cool breeze was blowing.

"I know you're nearby. What do you mean? Come out and say it clearly? Are those ghosts trying to trouble you? You're hurting me again. Are you embarrassed?"

Jing Hui looked around, but no one appeared after waiting for a long time. Just when he was disappointed, a figure appeared on the opposite roof. The silver robe streamed as bright as the moon, and it was Jing Moli.

Jing Moli secretly protected them all the way, mainly because he was worried that Jing Hui's fate would be too thin to attract evil spirits. In Yingcheng, there is a royal atmosphere to suppress evil spirits, and the general's mansion also has an enchantment. Some little ghosts can't hurt him. The wounded Qi has not yet recovered, and this wilderness is more likely to attract the attention of evil spirits.

"You don't rest in the middle of the night, what are you yelling about?"

Seeing him appear, Jing Hui felt a little proud, "It's not like you haven't rested either."

Jing Moli moved away from the figure and landed beside Jing Hui, "Why are you still so childish?" He reached out and touched Jing Hui's head, Jing Hui wanted to hide, but he couldn't dodge, the pressure on his head was full of affection Getting close, he seemed to be able to smell a light and fresh green bamboo fragrance from Jing Moli's body.

"Don't touch my head." Jing Hui patted Jing Moli's hand away, and took a step to the side.

Jing Moli took out a cyan jade pendant, "If you wear this on your body, ordinary little ghosts would not dare to get close."

Jing Hui glanced at it, reached out and took a closer look, it was just an ordinary jade pendant, but the jade pendant was carved with a phoenix, "Is this useful?"

"Ah."

Jing Hui put away the jade pendant very neatly, then put his hands behind his back, raised his head and chest upright, "Since you followed, why did you sneak around?"

"Just passing by."

Jing Hui rolled his eyes, this kind of nonsense is almost enough to deceive children, "You can't be the son of Jing's family after you become an immortal?"

"My name is Moli. I was born more than 800 years ago. I was the elder Cang Ling and the king of ghosts. Then I was reincarnated in the mansion of General Zhenwu. After four years of ignorance, I regained the memory of my previous life. Who do you think I should be? How do I do it?" Where's the Jing family's son?" Jing Moli told Jing Hui about his background, "Cultivating immortality is the path I should take, just as you are destined to be the one who supports the future of the Jing family."

Four years compared with those 800 years, it is like a drop in the ocean, it is really worth mentioning.Jing Hui somewhat understood, it wasn't that he couldn't, but that he didn't belong to the Jing family in the first place.

"Hui'er, a cultivator is very lonely. He spends his whole life pursuing the Tao and living a long life, watching his relatives and friends in this world leave one by one, but he can only wait and see. It is better to live in the world as a human being. Love and hate freely. No regrets, but unfortunately, I am not an ordinary person."

A cry of Hui'er reminded Jing Hui of his childhood memories, the elder brother in his memory always loved him so much, always reasoned with him patiently, took good care of him, played with him and helped him learn to read and practice martial arts.

His eyes were a little moist, Jing Hui blinked his eyes, in fact he liked his brother very much, more than everyone else, but one day his brother was gone, everyone told him that his brother would never come back, and his brother would never come back again. It was no longer his elder brother, but the disciple of Cang Ling that everyone yearned for.

At that time, he was very angry, and he didn't like others to mention that he had an older brother, but the warmth that stayed in his memory never faded away, looking at the scene next to him that was floating like a fairy, but he was clearly beside him but couldn't be touched At the end of leaving, Jing Hui suddenly felt very sad in his heart, his brother was really not his brother anymore.

Under the roof, in Xu Wan's guest room, she stood under the window, listening to the conversation between the two brothers, she looked at the darkness in front of her with some regret, it turned out that something happened when Mo Li was four years old, no wonder that He was sensible from the beginning, but now it seems that he is not sensible, but has chosen the path he wants to take. If Moli was just an ordinary person, then he would be a child of her Jing family, but he was not from the beginning.

Jing Moli touched Jing Hui's head again, "Go back to sleep, I will protect you all the way to Yancheng."

Jing Hui took advantage of the situation and grabbed his hand, "Since we are all going, let's go together, why are you following secretly? It's not shameful, at worst, I'll let you ride my snow bike."

Jing Moli smiled, "Okay, then we'll go together tomorrow." In a flash, the figure got off the roof and walked into the inn opposite.

The night passed safely, and in the early morning when the convoy was ready, Jing Moli appeared. Jing Hui was happy, but put on a serious face, and led his own Xuecong horse, "I raised Xuecong myself. The big one is good-looking and very docile, so don't bully it."

"Okay, don't bully it." Jing Moli touched the horse's mane, and it was indeed a fine horse that was shiny and white.

Jing Hui was proud, Xu Wan walked out of the inn, and when she saw Jing Moli standing beside the horse, she smiled and asked gently, "Can you have breakfast?"

"Well, I've eaten," Jing Moli smiled, his eyes met and there was no need to say something, "Madam, get in the carriage." Jing Moli stretched out his hand to help Xu Wan get into the carriage, and Jing Hui was also going to get into the carriage. After thinking about it, he also rode another horse. He only said that he had just finished eating, and the ride in the car was too bumpy and easily nauseated.

The convoy set off, Jing Moli and Jing Hui rode horses and followed beside the carriage, Jing Moli held the rein in one hand, and the other hand was hanging beside his side, the first horse ran forward docilely, the silver robe seemed to match Baixue especially , Jing Hui hesitated for a while, and then started, "Is the Cangling faction fun?"

Jing Moli looked at the rising sun in front of him. It has been more than a month since he left Cangling. He wondered if Taoist Fanyin had returned. "The peak is high and the sea is wide, and the scenery is not bad."

The author has something to say: Ah, the Daoist will haunt you in the next chapter. .