The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

The convoy has already been ready, Xu Wan and Jing Hui have already boarded the carriage, Yunniang looked at Jing Moli reluctantly, Jing Moli smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm just a mortal now, the one from my previous life I don't remember anything."

This reincarnation and forgetting the past is also a helpless thing, Yunniang just feels it is a pity, but fortunately, the peerless young master Mo Li is still a handsome gentleman today.Watching them go away, Hongshuang appeared beside her, "Yunniang, have you known this young master for a long time?"

Yunniang nodded, "Yes, I met him when I was as young as you. He is an excellent person."

Hongshuang hummed, "Well, I've never seen such a good-looking son." Her face was a little red, and she lowered her head shyly, "And he is gentle and powerful."

Yunniang patted her on the head, "Humans and monsters are different, don't cross the line, go back and practice."

With the sound of horseshoes, Jing Moli looked at Sanskrit, who was also riding on a horse beside him, "Does the Taoist priest want to accompany me to Yancheng?"

Sanskrit nodded, "Yeah." He didn't want to follow at first, but he didn't expect such a coincidence that the flower demon knew Jing Moli from before, and also said some information about Feng Guixi. Bad memory, that can be difficult to deal with.

Jing Moli chuckled, "That's fine, I feel more at ease with you here."

"Why are you uneasy?" Sanskrit asked.

Jing Moli looked at the road ahead, "It's like a box with a deep secret is placed in front of me, but the contents of the box make me feel scared instinctively, making me swing from side to side, unable to decide whether to open it or not. it."

Sanskrit knew that with Moli's intelligence, some clues that could not be concealed were enough to arouse his suspicion. Today, the flower demon said in detail, "The dust of the past is like smoke, and today is under your feet. Moli, don't be attached."

"Well, I know." Jing Moli smiled slightly at him, "It seems that he has never raced with the Taoist priest? Why don't we compete, who will run down the hillside first?" Jing Moli pointed to the distant a hillside.

"Okay." Sanskrit responded with a single mouthful, his legs pinched the horse's belly, and the horse galloped away. Jing Moli also rode the horse forward, and the horse's hooves kicked up a burst of dust.

Jing Hui lifted the curtain of the car to look around, and wanted to go riding a horse too, but unfortunately, he had already given up to Jing Moli for stepping on the snow, and turned to Xu Wan and said, "You see, he doesn't even take me with him."

Xu Wan smiled helplessly, "I heard that this Taoist master has a high level of cultivation and is a fairy king in the fairy world. He has been guiding Mo Li's cultivation carefully for the past few years. He is also a teacher and a friend. Naturally, he has a deep affection." Such friends accompany and take care of each other, Xu Wan is also relieved a lot, at least Mo Li is not alone.

Jing Hui moved towards Xu Wan, and said in a low voice, "I know he is not an ordinary person, not only Jing Ling from General Zhenwu's residence, but also Jing Moli who has lived for seven or eight hundred years."

"Then you still blame him?"

Jing Hui shook his head, "My lord has a lot, so I don't care about it with him. But don't think that I will call him brother." Slightly raised his chin, and the corners of Jing Hui's lips curled up slightly, obviously liking Jing Moli very much.

Xu Wan patted his head, "Treasure this time well, it will not be easy to see him in the future." Xu Wan understood the purpose of Jing Moli's trip, and after the family reunion, they parted.

The robe was rustling, and immediately the young master was in high spirits. Jing Moli arrived at the hillside first, looked back at the Sanskrit sound quite proudly, and said with a smile, "Prince Daoist, we lost."

Sanskrit doesn't care about winning or losing, and seeing Jing Mo leaving his heart is also refreshing, "What do you want?"

Jing Moli thought for a while, "By the way, I want the Taoist priest to accompany me to Sucheng for a drink."

"Okay." Sanskrit responded happily.

"The Baihuaniang in Sucheng is unique in the world, and the beauties over there are even more gentle and affectionate. The so-called soft words are singing on the waist of the willows, and the son is drunk and lying on the lap of the beauties." Jing Moli smiled from the eyes, and his thin lips showed a thousand things Merry.

Sanskrit took a deep breath, "I used to know restraint when I was young, but now I am showing my true nature."

Jing Moli didn't speak anymore, not because he was restrained before, but because there were no one around him who understood him, not to mention that doing too many things that didn't match his age would attract attention easily, so he didn't want to cause too much trouble.

The convoy had already caught up, Jing Moli and Fanyin stopped galloping, and followed the convoy slowly northward to Yancheng.On August [-]th, the group finally arrived at Yancheng. Yancheng is located on the border between Daqin and Changsheng.

The autumn is strong, the greenery in Yancheng is slightly less, the top of Taibai Mountain is already covered with white snow, the caravan slowly enters the city, and several people come on horseback from the long street. , it was Jing Lang.

Jing Langce stepped forward immediately, and was the first to see the young man in white robe and the priest in gray robe in front of the convoy. He hadn't seen Mo Li for eight years, but he recognized Mo Li at a glance. The little child in his memory had already grown up. Become a dazzling handsome young man.

"Father!" Jing Hui had already jumped out of the car, ran towards Jing Lang, approached and happily knelt down to salute.

Jing Lang helped him up, "Hey, get up quickly," stretching out his hand to compare his height, "You've grown taller again."

"Of course." Jing Hui looked at Jing Lang full of admiration for Yimu.

Xu Wan got out of the carriage, stepped forward and looked at Jing Lang with even more affection, "Husband."

Jing Lang showed a rare smile, and reached out to hold her hand, "Ma'am, you've worked hard all the way."

Xu Wan shook her head lightly, "No way, it's hard work for my husband to be here."

Jing Moli had also dismounted, straightened his sleeves, stepped forward, and bowed deeply to Jing Lang, "Jing Moli, I have met General Jing."

The title of estrangement made Jing Lang feel all kinds of feelings. When he received that Mo Li was favored by the Cangling Sect and became a disciple of Cangling, he also understood that this son did not belong to the Jing family. In a letter from his wife a few days ago, he only mentioned Mo Li is in Yingcheng, but he didn't elaborate on anything else, and now it's clear when he sees it.

Jing Lang's mansion in Yancheng was heavily guarded. There were three small courtyards, Jing Lang lived in one courtyard alone, probably because Xu Wan would come over every year. The corners are open, bringing the fragrance of autumn.

All the things I brought were moved out of the car, and all the rooms in the small courtyard were used. Xu Wan personally arranged the room in Moli, so that the windows were bright and the room was full of warmth. Jing Lang came over with a vase. There was a handful of light purple daisies, and the daisies were randomly picked and put into the vase.

Xu Wan came over, took the daisy, trimmed it, and placed the flowers, "Although we only live for a few days, we must be more careful."

Jing Lang arranged the teacups on the table, "Mo Li him,"

Xu Wan checked that the room was tidied up, pulled Jing Lang out, turned to look at Jing Hui's room, and went back to the room after checking that there was nothing wrong with it, and poured Jing Lang a cup of tea, "I heard that more than 700 years ago the One of the elders who founded Ling’s sect was also called Moli, who sat guarding Qiwu Peak. This elder never accepted disciples in his life, so that Qiwu Peak gradually became deserted, until we visited Qiwu Peak seven years ago. In the next meeting, he is the reincarnation of that elder, and he should have been a Cang Ling disciple."

Talking about what happened after Mo Li went back this time and everything along the way, Xu Wan finally sighed, "The suffering that Mo Li has endured is beyond our comprehension. The time is long and he has experienced too much. , just like those old friends who met him for the first time, we are just passers-by in his life, and it is the past."

Jing Lang closed his eyes slightly. Compared with those hundreds of years, these 11 years are indeed just a moment, like a meteor passing by. "Is he doing well now?"

"I was worried that he would suffer when he was alone, but this time, he can deal with these ghosts and monsters with ease. With such a successful cultivation base, he can be at ease." Xu Wan can indeed be relieved.

"The man's ambition is everywhere. He wants to practice killing demons and protecting the common people. It's better than being the son of the Jing family." Jing Lang took her hand, "Let's let him leave with peace of mind."

"En." Xu Wan nodded, the husband and wife have been connected for many years, and they understand that letting go is the best blessing for Mo Li.

Jing Hui took Mo Li and Fanyin to visit Yancheng for a while. He came here every year, so he was very familiar with it. He ran to a small stall and Jing Hui asked for a few packs of fried chestnuts, "The chestnuts here are the best. It is made on Taibai Mountain, and it is fragrant and sweet."

Mo Li took a bag, took out one and peeled it, and handed the yellow-orange-orange chestnuts to Fanyin first, and tasted the second one after peeling. The taste was really good, "Very good."

"At this time of year, there are chestnuts to eat, stewed soup is also good, and the wild vegetables and mushrooms here are also delicious. We can go to the mountains to pick them." Jing Hui happily introduced the delicious and interesting things here, "Zhuxianglou's The dishes are the best, and they are all specialties here.”

"That's something to try."

Jing Hui nodded again and again, "Yes, we can go tomorrow."

Seeing that Mo Li likes to eat chestnuts, Fanyin has already taken a bag and peeled them one by one, held them in a handkerchief and handed them to Mo Li, who was very satisfied and threw them into his mouth, "The Mid-Autumn Festival seems to be here Well, it’s also time to eat cakes and enjoy the moon. I remember that there is a Moon Lake on Changbai Mountain, and I want to come to the Mid-Autumn Festival for a better view there.”

"Yingyuetan? Is it on the mountain?" Jing Hui had never heard of this place.

"Ah."

"Then you take me there."

Jing Moli shook his head, "No, I can't carry you on my back."

"Whoever asks you to carry it, I can go by myself."

Jing Moli smiled, "It's hidden deep in the mountains, and ordinary people can't go there."

Jing Hui rolled his eyes, "Stingy."

Jing Moli patted his head for fear, "That's a place outside the world, what are children doing there, be careful to be eaten by monsters."

"You were eaten by a demon." Jing Hui turned his head and walked forward.

"It seems that you like this younger brother very much." Fanyin could see Mo Li's love for Jing Hui.

"After all, the future of the Jing family rests with him, and the child will have to suffer a lot when he grows up. Now I can feel as much pain as I can." Having already arrived at the Jing Mansion, Jing Moli hesitated. Facing the scene of a family reunion, he was really at a loss.