The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

Tables and chairs were set up in the water pavilion in front of Jingmoli and Yishu's courtyards, and this reunion dinner spanning more than 500 years was eaten with a pool of lotus flowers.Mu Hua and Lingfeng looked at Jing Moli, who seemed to have not changed, with mixed feelings in their hearts. After all, the peerless Moli was still his original appearance.

The sky is full of stars, the lotus pond is dotted with fireflies, the breeze is blowing, the lotus fragrance is long, the lanterns on the waterside pavilion are bright, Jing Moli is lazy and half leaning on the pillow, holding a wine glass in his right hand in a romantic posture, while half drunk, his eyes are peach blossoms, and his eyes move slightly. Slightly warped corners are fascinating.

The wine glass tapped the table lightly, and sang as he wished, "The stars move and turn, and the eyes of thousands of years, sigh when the moon will be round, regret the origin and disappear, gather and disperse like duckweed, sorrow and joy in a pot of wine." The continuous singing is the phoenix Singing a voiceless sound is like knocking on gold and jade, and the traces of sadness and joy are all contained in this word.

There is a son who is as young as a peach blossom, as bright as a pearl and flawless, as clear and graceful as jade.There were only five or six people in the banquet, and they all looked at Jing Moli, Ruoheng suddenly understood, who can easily forget such a peerless son?

Fanyin looked at Jing Moli, his eyes were gentle, so straightforward and unrestrained, he was the upright Jing Moli, he had never seen how willful Jing Moli was when he first came out of the woods, it was probably like this now, a smile touched the hearts of the people.

Nagasawa glanced at Jing Moli and then at Yishu, this Qiwu Forest is really a good place to raise two such beautiful monsters.

Yishu held the pot and added wine to Jing Moli, "This is wine that has been stored for a hundred years, so it's easy to get drunk."

Jing Moli raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, "What's wrong with being drunk?" He smiled softly, "Aren't there you guys?"

Yishu smiled softly, "Yes, there is me, I will help you when you are drunk, and I will carry you when you are tired."

Jing Moli got up and leaned against him, "Brother enough."

Yishu poked his head, "Then call me brother."

Jing Moli turned back in disdain, "You think beautifully," the little girl looked embarrassed, "You are over 800 years old, I am, if I call you brother, it is too thin, why don't I call you Zongzong?" .”

"Nonsense." Yishu turned her head to ignore him very ungraciously.

Mu Hua took a piece of lotus root and put it in Jing Moli's bowl, "Mo Li, you are living younger and younger."

"My sister still loves me." Jing Moli smiled brightly at her without hesitation.

Mu Hua was dazzled by this smile, and Lingfeng glared at Jing Moli, "Calm down, Mu Hua is my wife now, you are not allowed to smile at her."

Jing Moli clicked his tongue, "I'm so stingy, I used to be jealous, but now I'm jealous." His eyes fell on Ruoheng, "Little city lord, don't learn from your father, be more magnanimous."

Ruoheng is a little helpless, this is the first time that the city lord has been treated as a child for so long, but this is really touching, he has always been upright and reserved, let alone those enthusiastic demon girls .

Drunkness strikes, the red in front of my eyes is gradually mottled, and the red shadow in the painting "Lianfeng" appears in my mind dimly, with a smile on the corner of the lips, but tears fall from the peach eyes, smiling is not smiling, crying is not crying, He stretched out his hand to touch the bright red, but suddenly his heart ached, his face turned pale, and he tightly clutched his heart.

"Moli? What's the matter?" Fanyin quickly reached out to support him.

Jing Moli tried hard to look at him, the goal was the pair of phoenix eyes, his heart seemed to be torn apart more and more, "Feng," before he finished speaking, he couldn't hold on any longer and passed out, falling on the ground of the Sanskrit voice. shoulders.

"Moli!" Fanyin embraced Jing Moli without hesitation, took him back to the room in an instant, put him on the bed and lay down, his right hand caught his pulse, his breath was disordered, and his pulse was sometimes weak Strong ups and downs, Sanskrit held Jing Moli's hand, palms pressed together and passed his spiritual power over, a trace of spiritual power entangled with Jing Moli's spiritual power wandered in his meridians, slowly calming down His Danyuan boiled up.

Yishu and the others have already followed, seeing that Sanskrit gave Jing Molidu the spiritual power and didn't get close, knowing that Sanskrit stopped, Yishu hurried forward, "What's wrong with him?" Jing Moli who was lying on the bed closed his hands tightly His eyes, pale face and lips without a trace of blood, are as fragile as a porcelain doll.

"Nightmare, I didn't expect that the calamity of Moli would be in the nightmare." Fanyin reckoned that Jing Moli's cultivation base had also reached the semi-immortal state, and he only needed to go through another calamity to become a semi-immortal body, but It never occurred to me that this catastrophe is not reality but a dream.

The practice of mortals is different from that of demons, Yishu can only roughly understand that this calamity is inevitable, "How to break it?"

"It can only be that Mo Li is broken and walked out of the dream." Fanyin frowned slightly, but looking at Mo Li's appearance just now, this dream is probably not a simple dream.

Yishu had already guessed, "He's always been obsessed with that one, he said Feng just now, did he remember it?" If he remembered the past, then this calamity would be too difficult for Mo Li.

The Sanskrit voice is not guaranteed, "Wait a little bit, Mo Li may be able to do it."

After watching for most of the night, Jing Moli did not wake up, Mu Hua and Lingfeng went back first, Ruoheng and Nagasawa stayed behind, Yishu naturally stayed close to each other, Sanskrit worked hard to meditate for a while, and the candle next to him With a crisp sound of flowers, Sanskrit opened his eyes, the time was almost up, and Jing Moli hadn't woken up yet, so he had to intervene.

Sanskrit came over, "The longer I am in the dream, the more embarrassing Moli will be."

"How can I help him?" Yishu asked.

"Enter the dream, enter Moli's dream, and help him decipher the dream."

"I come."

"Don't worry, if you want to enter the dream, you have to go through Moli. Only the person in his dream can replace himself in the dream to crack it, otherwise you won't be able to enter."

Nagasawa came over, "Then I can try it too."

Sanskrit did not talk nonsense, and directly stated the method, "The sword finger uses spiritual power to touch Moli's eyebrows. If his spiritual power does not rebound, then he is the person in his dream."

Nagasawa tried it first, before the spiritual power touched Mo Li, a strong spiritual power rushed over, startling him, "It seems that I can't do it."

Yishu then stretched out his finger to try, and lightly tapped his finger between his eyebrows, as if struck by lightning, a tingling numbness made him withdraw his hand immediately, he was a little disappointed, Moli didn't have him in his dream.

There is no one who is worth trying. Sanskrit stretched out his fingers, and the spiritual power was entangled without being rebounded. In Moli's dream, he said, "So, please trouble the fifth elder to protect this place. I will definitely kill Moli." bring back."

"Thank you Xianjun."

Sanskrit lay beside Moli, the two of them folded their palms together, and their spiritual power immediately pulled Sanskrit's soul into Moli's dream.

The soul seemed to pass through layers of fog, and suddenly a burst of water mist rushed towards his face. Sanskrit suddenly opened his eyes, only to see the misty drizzle in front of him, and the beautiful mountains and clear waters were actually on the lotus peak. He was dressed in gorgeous red clothes, holding a handful of oiled paper umbrella, standing on the edge of the cliff, watching the beautiful mountains and rivers in front of me.

"What a lotus peak 24, which hides the beauty of the mountains and rivers." An admiration came from behind, and the Sanskrit voice recognized it as Jing Moli's voice, "However, how can this beautiful mountains and rivers compare to your curling red dress?"

Sanskrit turned around slowly, and it was indeed Jing Moli who caught his eye, but it was slightly different from the Jing Moli he was familiar with.

Suddenly seeing Sanskrit, Jing Moli's eyes widened a little, "Hey, we have met so many times by chance, and you refused to turn around to look at me, today I saw your appearance, you are indeed so handsome. "

Sanskrit was a little surprised, in Mo Li's dream, did he not recognize him?How can there be him if you don't recognize him?

Jing Moli moved closer with a smile, "My name is Mo Li, what's your name?"

Fanyin didn't know how to answer this question, he didn't know who he should be in this dream?

His hesitation made Jing Moli think that he didn't want to say, "Forget it, you don't need to say it, just pretend I didn't ask, but you have to remember, I am Moli, when the cool breeze blows, Qianqiu hates parting."

In front of Mo Li's eyes seemed to be hiding stars, being watched so earnestly by him, it was easy to get a good impression, "Mo Li."

"Yes." Jing Moli smiled happily, "Your voice is also nice, and they all praised me for being good-looking. Now it seems that there are others, and you are much prettier than me."

The rain on the mountain seemed to be heavier, Jing Moli didn't hold an umbrella, Fanyin moved the umbrella in his hand, "It's raining heavily, it's getting dark, it's time to go back."

"Go back so early?" Jing Moli was very sorry, thinking that Fanyin was going back, "If you are not in a hurry, can you come to my place and have a cup of tea?"

Not willing to let him down, Sanskrit nodded, "Okay."

Jing Moli immediately smiled happily again, stretched out his hand and held the handle of the umbrella, and took a step forward, and the scene in front of him changed. This was on Qiwu Peak in Cangling, "Only I live here by myself, it is very clean. Brew a pot of tea here to watch the rain, the rain on the beach is different from the rain on the Lianfeng.”

Walk up the corridor to the flower hall, where the entire wall near the sea is made of transparent glass, and you can clearly see the scenery outside, which is very similar to today's Qiwu Peak, but the ones on the table are not peonies but bright red peony flowers.

"Do you like peonies?"

"Yes, I like peonies the most, especially red peonies, which are graceful and luxurious." Jing Moli quietly glanced at Fanyin, just like him, dressed in red and independent from the world.

Jing Moli asked Sanskrit to sit down, and poured water to make tea by himself. The whole set of movements was very elegant, "Then do you have any flowers you like?"

Sanskrit nodded, "Snowflake."

"Snowflakes? Flying snow like feathers, covered with ice and frost, the world is vast. It's a pity that snowflakes are fleeting and cannot be kept in this jade bottle." Jing Moli felt a little regretful, "Why don't you come here again after a while, the snowy sky here It's also beautiful."

Sanskrit did not respond, he looked down at the red dress on his body, the gold belt around his waist, and the pearls in his hair. He must be wearing a red jade crown with pearls on his head, which was worn by Feng Guixi. Sure enough, there was Feng Guixi in the dream, but how could he replace Feng Guixi?

"Don't you recognize me?"

Jing Moli shook his head.

"Then do you know who you are?"

Jing Moli was silent for a while, "Moli, Qiwu Peak Elder Moli."

"anything else?"

Jing Moli stopped pouring tea, and he frowned slightly, not understanding why Sanskrit asked such a question.

"You said that many people praised you for looking good, so who praised you?" Sanskrit tried to evoke other memories of Jing Moli. Only when he woke up could he know what kind of dream Moli was having.