The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

Jing Moli frowned and thought carefully, yes, who praised him?He couldn't remember anything at all, except Qiwu Peak, Lianfeng, and the red shadow on the Lianfeng, he didn't remember anything.He is Mo Li, but who is Mo Li?

The tea was poured into the cup, and the tea halo was gently rippling in the white porcelain cup, and the faint tea fragrance permeated the air. He picked up the cup in thought and took a sip, and Sanskrit also picked up the cup, "You love snow water to make tea. The tea leaves are emerald greens that grow in the peony bushes on Feiyu Peak."

Jing Moli looked at him, obviously seeing him for the first time, how did he know what kind of tea it was?No, where is Feiyu Peak?He thought about it for a long time, and finally remembered vaguely that Feiyu Peak is one of the Ten Peaks of Cangling, just like Qiwu Peak is also one of them. Yes, he is Jing Moli on Qiwu Peak of Cangling, who once Come to the demon world, and also go to the human world.

"I should know you, shouldn't I?"

Sanskrit nodded, "Tell me, who am I?"

Jing Moli thought about it more seriously. After thinking for a long time, he didn't remember who he was in front of him. When he opened his eyes, he saw only this red shadow of Lianfeng, but no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't see what he looked like. , standing in the wind like a sculpture without saying a word.For no reason, he only knows that he wants to see him and see him clearly, so he goes to Nalianfeng every day, even if he just looks at his back is good.

Long eyebrows, phoenix eyes, straight nose, thin lips and snow-white skin, a natural and cool posture, without the beauty of a demon, without the vulgarity of a mortal, Wugou Chaofan should be a fairy, when did he recognize a fairy?

Looking at Mo Li's gradually confused eyes, Sanskrit spoke again, "Mo Li, it's time for us to go back, your friends and relatives are waiting for you."

"Then, are you my friend or relative?" Mo Li frowned tightly, he still didn't think about who he was.

"In your heart, am I a friend or a relative?" Fanyin asked back.

Mo Li pouted his mouth slightly, the Taoist priest really hated it, he asked him first, but he asked him again.Suddenly catching the title that slipped out naturally, Mo Li considered the word Daochang, what kind of Daoist is that?

Jing Moli was a little irritable and drank the tea in the cup. Fanyin held the pot and refilled it for him, "You don't want to go to Sucheng to drink. When we go back, we will go to Sucheng to drink Baihua Niang. I will drink with you."

Sioux City Hundred Flowers Brew?In the haze, there seemed to be two people galloping on horseback. In the mist of the silver robe, one person said with a smile, "Daoist, you lost." ' His head hurt so badly that Jing Moli's breathing became short of breath, he clenched his right hand suddenly, and the Bihuang flute was summoned by him inadvertently, and he held it tightly in his hand, the coolness on the Bihuang flute was blown away like a breeze. After getting rid of the haze in my mind, everything became clear.

His eyes gradually became clear, and Jing Moli raised his eyes to look at Sanskrit, with a slight smile on his lips, "Unexpectedly, the Taoist priest looks so good in a red dress, like red embroidery and dyed in the clouds." Everything around them changed instantly, and they still stood On the lotus peak, just like the people in the "Lianfeng" painting, they stand side by side on the edge of the cliff, with their hair bands fluttering and their sleeves overlapping, looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance.

Jing Moli turned his head to look at Sanskrit, "I'm in a dream."

Fanyin also turned to look at him, "Dreams, there is always a time to wake up."

"This is a rare opportunity, let's take a look at the sunrise on the lotus peak." Jing Moli reached out and grabbed Fanyin's sleeve, looking into the sky.The darkness in the distant sky dissipated, and the dawn came, and the clouds were gradually colored by the sun, and the layers became more and more intense, until the golden crow leaped out of the mountain peak, and the sky and the earth were brilliant in an instant.

Dawn has come in the wulin, Yishu stands by the window, staring at Jing Moli who has not yet woken up with a heavy face, why is he still awake after a whole night?Nagasawa sat on the side and didn't dare to show his air, and Ruoheng also sat all night.

The lotus pond outside the courtyard was blown by the breeze, and a wave of blue and snow waves drifted around with pure spiritual power, and suddenly gathered together, flowing into the courtyard like a rainbow galaxy, and went straight to Jingmo on the bed through the window Li, the spiritual power converged in the dantian, and slowly a phantom of a snow phoenix appeared on Jing Moli's body. The phoenix feathers were white and elegant, and his wings spread out before disappearing. This is Jing Moli's primordial spirit.

Jing Moli and Fanyin, who were sleeping, opened their eyes almost at the same time. Jing Moli saw Yishu's face before he could think about it. He was a little startled, and then rolled his eyes, "What are you doing?"

Yishu heaved a sigh of relief, "I'm awake." He took a few steps back, "What dream did you have?"

Jing Moli wanted to sit up, only to realize that he and Fanyin were still holding each other's hands, and he let go, "Thank you, Daoist." After a while, he also figured out what was going on?It was his doom, and the Taoist priest fell into a dream to save him from the doom.

Sanskrit sat up, "No thanks."

Jing Moli smiled lightly, and got out of bed first, "I slept comfortably this time." Feeling the changes in himself, his dantian was warm and full, he finally broke through the realm, and the road to immortality can be regarded as walking It's half done.

"You're comfortable, you made us worry all night." Yishu said with disgust, but hurriedly poured him a glass of water.

Jing Moli drank the water in one gulp, wiped his mouth proudly, "I ate and drank delicious food in my dream, so there is nothing to worry about."

"So, what did you dream about?" Yishu continued to ask.

Jing Moli pretended to recall and thought about it for a while. He didn't have any obsessions, only the red shadow of Lianfeng has been affecting his heart. It is normal for this nightmare to dream about it, but he didn't expect the true face of this red shadow It will be Daoist Sanskrit. I am used to seeing Taoist priests in plain white and light gray. This red dress is really amazing.

"I dreamed of Qiwu Peak. I took in a bunch of disciples. I was so busy teaching them every day that I forgot who I was."

It's not as good as dreaming about Feng Guixi, Yishu was completely relieved, "Then you can recruit more disciples this time when you go back."

Jing Moli poured a glass of water and handed it to Sanskrit, "I made you worry."

Sanskrit took the water and shook his head lightly, "It's good that you're fine."

Nagasawa came over, "It turns out that Moli's primordial spirit is Snow Phoenix." Before, he only knew that Moli was once a demon, but he didn't expect it to be the rare Snow Phoenix in the Yu clan.

"Well, I'm Fenghuang." Jing Moli turned to look at him, then at Ruoheng, and smiled politely, "I'm fine, let's all go back and rest."

Nagasawa went back to the lotus pond, Ruoheng also went home, but Yishu didn't want to go back but was called away by the monster in the forest.Only Moli and Sanskrit were left in the courtyard. Jing Moli was sitting on the steps of the corridor, holding a budding lotus in his hand. He was still thinking about the things in his dream, or the Sanskrit in his dream. The red shadow that has been lingering in my heart for many days has a real appearance, and there is also an inexplicable feeling.

Sanskrit walked over and sat beside him, Mo Li didn't remember Feng Guixi, Feng Guixi's attire should not have appeared in the nightmare, he couldn't figure it out, the fastest way was to let Mo Li said to himself, "Why is it in Lianfeng?"

"I'm also thinking, why is it in Lianfeng? Many, many things should have happened in this blank 600 years, always talking about cause and effect, because I don't know yet, and the result is already coming quietly." Jing Moli took out the scroll , not unfolded, "This painting is called "Lianfeng". On the lotus peak, there are two shadows standing in the wind. One white robe is like snow, and the other red clothes are like red. I recognize the white robe is me, but I never know the red clothes. who is it."

It turned out that the old things evoked Mo Li's thoughts. Fanyin took the painting and unfolded it. Sure enough, the person in the red dress in the painting was Feng Guixi. No wonder Mo Li suddenly knew Feng Guixi's daily attire. This painting is superb. Every sketch, ink, and dye are full of true feelings, and the meaning of joy is all on this pair of backs.

"Do you want to know?" Knowing that such a person existed, then we can no longer hide it, this will hinder Mo Li's practice.

Jing Moli hesitated, should he know?Just a single painting can become his nightmare, knowing more, he is afraid that he will not be able to bear it, escape will not solve the problem, so he took a deep breath, "Yes."

Sanskrit put away the painting, "I don't know much, it's just that you were injured in Jihe City, and I accidentally learned about it after healing your injuries. He is Feng Guixi, the former young master of the Phoenix royal family."

Feng Guixi, Jing Moli silently recited this unfamiliar name. Although he was a Phoenix in his previous life, he had never dealt with the royal family, and had never met any young masters. He just intuitively told him that this name should be familiar to him.

"You used to read as his companion. You have a very good relationship. You should be a confidant. Phoenix had a catastrophe of nirvana. You didn't get through it more than 500 years ago. You died together. Later, you were able to gather your soul to practice ghosts, and he probably It has dissipated in the world." The Sanskrit voice told the things that once existed in Mo Li's memory, but the words were used lightly and did not mention too many secrets.

It turns out that we used to be together, so we must be good friends. We have lived together and died together. It is also a deep friendship. It is normal to feel sad when looking at the painting by yourself. .Knowing these things, Jing Moli was a little relieved, Feng Guixi was indeed important, but now and in the future he was gone, and he had no choice but to let go.

"For me to be his companion, I think this young master must be a wonderful person, but unfortunately I don't remember."

Listening to Mo Li's voice and looking at his expression, they are all natural and the same. Sanskrit is also relieved in his heart. Only when the matter is clearly explained will it not cause unnecessary guesses. If guesses linger in the heart, it is easy to form knots, and knots are easy to knot. Difficult to solve, as long as Mo Li is not attached to this, then everything can be fine.

Sanskrit reached out and pressed Jing Moli's shoulder, "After all, fate gathers and fate ends, and the past is all over."

Jing Moli smiled slightly, "Yeah." The Chengxiang Palace of the Yu Clan Qifeng Mountain that Qiuniang mentioned should be the residence of this young master. I don't know what the Phoenix young master looks like, with the red robe jade Guan Ding is absolutely magnificent, but it is a pity that he will never see her again in this life.

On second thought, maybe it's about the same as the Taoist Priest, after all, the Taoist Priest is very dazzling in that red robe, but the bodhi gray robe conceals three parts of his color. Thinking of this, Jing Moli handed the lotus in his hand to Sanskrit, "The Taoist priest said in his dream that he loves snowflakes the most, but is it true?"

Seeing his picturesque eyebrows and soft smile like flying catkins, Sanskrit could not help nodding, "Really, I like snow very much." A snow phoenix loses an ignorant heart with just one glance.