The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

Following the slow pace of the imperial convoy, Jing Moli and the others did not have swords, and they all rode together on horseback. After leaving the border, they went all the way north and entered the border of Changsheng. After another three days, they could reach Cangling and Kunwu. The location of the competition, Buxu Mountain of the Kunwu faction.

Buxu Mountain belongs to the jurisdiction of the Kunwu Sect. In February, the spring breeze blows the mountain and the flowers bloom. The willows, green flowers and red warblers are singing and dancing. In addition, the female disciple in the green shirt is wearing the flowers and blowing the willows. It can be said to be a great beauty.

The carriages and horses were flickering, Zhou You sat on the carriage and held the book in his hand without turning the pages for a long time, after a long time he opened the curtain and looked outside, the team Qian Li was riding a white horse, wearing a silver robe. Pian Pian is full of vigor and vigor, and the eldest son's freedom is really something he can't envy. In fact, from the very beginning, he and the eldest son were walking two completely different paths, two roads without a junction.

He walked around all his life, birth, old age, sickness and death quickly dissipated, while the eldest son lived his life at ease, went straight to Qingyun and looked down on the world of mortals.

Sighing in his heart, Zhou You looked ahead, and saw that Jing Moli freed his hands, took out a jade cup, poured a glass of water and handed it to the Sanskrit priest, who took a drink and handed the cup back, Jing Moli I poured another glass of water into the glass and drank it myself, then put it away.

It seems to be a very common thing, but Zhou You couldn't help frowning. The eldest son Xijie, this tableware will not be mixed with others. I remember once the carp essence was used and the eldest son liked it very much. If you want to drink tea from a cup, the Eldest Young Master just throws it away.What kind of person is this Taoist priest who can make the eldest son so close?

As soon as they arrived at the boundary of the Kunwu faction, they were greeted by people. Those who came were the head of the deacon of the Kunwu faction, Master Yu, and the third prince of Changsheng, Yuan Chun. It is affinity, and the third prince Yuan Chun also looks masculine with thick eyebrows and big eyes.

"Pindao Kunwu Deacon Hall Master Yu Can, the Seventh Elder, has been famous for a long time." Master Yu Can was very close to Jing Moli when he saw Jing Moli. For the position of Mo Li, the practice school only hears his name but does not see his person. Everyone in the Kunwu Sect has long been very curious.

"Hall Master's absurd praise." Jing Moli returned the salute with a smile, with a gentlemanly demeanor.

Daoist Yushen's eyes fell on Sanskrit, who was holding a dust whisk in his hands, and his light gray robes were clean, and his appearance was extraordinary. The body protector of Xianze was not an ordinary practitioner. Thinking carefully, among the elders of Cangling, there was only Hanchenxian who had already ascended to the fairy world. Junhe, but he has seen Hanchen before, so he will not mistakenly admit it, "Who is this Taoist priest?"

"He is my good friend, Taoist Master Fanyin." Jing Moli introduced Fanyin, and Fanyin saluted Taoist Master Yu.

"It's really a distinguished guest." Sensei Yu replied, "If there is anything wrong with the hospitality, please forgive me."

Yuan Chun also met with Wang Yang and others, and the group followed Master Yu to rest in the other garden at the foot of Buxu Mountain. They were scattered in several adjacent small courtyards, while Jing Moli and Fanyin lived in the same courtyard. In the adjacent room, Zhou You and Wang Yang are also in the same courtyard.

There were some disciples from other small sects participating in the Tengyun meeting this time, and almost all of them arrived. I heard that the newly appointed Seventh Elder of Cangling came this time. Visited in the courtyard, wanting to get a glimpse of the demeanor of these seven elders, but Jing Moli has been cleaning the guest room seriously and has not left the courtyard.

In the evening, the reception banquet was hosted by the Daoist Master Yu, who hosted the Daqin Changsheng officials and practitioners from various sects. The Cangling disciples all carried their hands in a very serious manner, showing the demeanor of the great sect. Jing Moli and Sanskrit sat together At one table, Zhou You and Wang Yang were just below them, and Zhou You paid attention to the actions between Jing Moli and Fanyin.

The eldest son used the white jade chopsticks he brought with him, and from time to time he added food and wine to each other, and the tacit understanding was incomparable. The eldest son did not dislike the dishes that Sanskrit put into the bowl, and they ate them happily. The four eyes met, and the gentle expression was really unmatched by ordinary people, at least he had never seen the eldest son have such soft and soft eyes.

What's more, the Eldest Young Master is helping Daoist Sanskrit to make the bed and tidy up the room today. It seems that Eldest Young Master and Daoist Sanskrit are not only friends, but even closer than relatives.

Jing Moli had only had a few mouthfuls of food when someone came over to toast him. It was a disciple from another sect, "Seventh Elder, I have admired your name for a long time. I met Gu Hai in Xiaxing Luomen by chance. Let me offer you a toast."

"Gu Daoist, you're being polite." Jing Moli drank the glass of wine generously. His appearance in silver robes and handsome appearance attracted the attention of many women in the hall. Lingering, the practitioners present can naturally see that he is not a mortal, so they inevitably have to ask a few more times.

"This is Daoist Sanskrit, I would like to offer you a toast." Gu Hai filled his wine glass and turned to respect Sanskrit.

Jing Moli took Sanskrit's wine glass, "The Taoist priest is not suitable for drinking recently, I drank this glass for him, Taoist Gu, I will do it first as a respect." He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, smiled slightly, his red lips slightly Qi, with sparkling eyes and unparalleled colors.

Anyone who is a pure cultivator can also see his mind slightly fluttering, Gu Hai hastily drank the wine in his glass, "The seventh elder is really a good drinker."

One person took the lead, and the others came over one after another. It didn't take long for Jing Moli to drink more than a dozen cups. Fanyin saw that there were still many people in the seat ready to come over, so he frowned secretly, "It's almost the same, let's go back first ?”

Jing Moli also felt bored, so he nodded and left the banquet with Fanyin first. The spring breeze was blowing on his face, and he was a little drunk. During the banquet, the other garden was very quiet.

"I finally know why the other elders didn't come." Jing Moli leaned on Fanyin's shoulder and sighed helplessly, "I'm going to get drunk after drinking this trip."

"Probably knowing that you have a good drinking capacity, I tricked you into coming here," Sanskrit supported him, "but the alcohol here is not as strong as Zhuyeqing, so I will drink a bowl of hangover soup later to avoid headaches tomorrow."

"Tengyunhui will start the day after tomorrow. It's okay to be drunk for a day." Jing Moli looked around and suddenly became interested, "I heard that there is a peach grove on Buxu Mountain, and the flowers are blooming now, let's go to enjoy the flowers .”

"Okay." Fanyin also let him go, holding the aura to lead the way, all the way to Buxu Mountain.

Jing Moli walked lazily, half leaning on the Sanskrit sound, the mountain path is very spacious, they stop and go, watching the starry sky and smelling the fragrance of flowers and plants, gradually walking to the halfway up the mountain, the peach blossom forest has arrived, under the darkness of night The mountains and forests are long, and the flowers are blooming. Sanskrit received the spiritual light, and walked into the peach blossom forest with Jing Moli.

Falling flowers are colorful and the night is Yaoyao. Jing Moli swings his sleeves lightly. He leans against a peach tree and looks up at the peach blossoms above his head. The petals are delicate and beautiful. The light pink is more like frost in the night, and the breeze blows by. The falling flowers are like snowflakes, looking down at Fanyin, the peach blossoms are beautiful, and the people under the peach blossoms are even more beautiful.

It is clear that Bodhizi, the immeasurable fairy road, fell into the world of mortals for him alone. He was afraid of being ashamed of this deep affection, afraid that his future would be completely missed, and also afraid that his future self would hurt such a good person. The question that has been evading seems like it should not be put off any longer.

He waved towards Fanyin, and Fanyin walked up, thinking that he was not feeling well, so he reached out to help him, "What's wrong?"

Jing Moli grabbed his wrist, twitched his body abruptly, and placed the Sanskrit voice between the peach tree and him, the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, his peach blossom eyes were full of temptation, and he finally mentioned them while drinking. The question that should be clarified in between, "Sanskrit, for whom did you move your heart?"

Fanyin lowered his eyes and did not look at Jing Moli's eyes. This question should not have been raised, but he had to. How could Moli, who is as smart as Moli, not know the answer to this question?He was just a little ashamed, obviously he wanted to cross Moli, but now he was in a sea of ​​misery, it didn't matter whether it was fate or evil, he was willing after all.

Sanskrit raised his head and looked directly at Jing Moli, "What do you think?" His voice was tense, pretending to be calm.

Jing Moli smiled, and he moved closer, almost to Fanyin's ear, "I know, there is a phoenix hidden in your heart, a phoenix like a snowflake."

Fanyin's tensed heart instantly relaxed, and she nodded calmly, "Yes."

Mo Liyouyou sighed in his ear, "What a fool, the past is hard to remember, the future is hard to predict, is it worth it?"

"Anyway, it's worth it." Sanskrit is very clear that one day Moli will remember Feng Guixi, and at that time he may no longer be the Moli he is familiar with, but he is even more unwilling to deceive his heart.

"I'm afraid I will hurt you in the future." One is Feng Guixi, who is remembered even in his soul, and the other is Sanskrit who is by his side. Now Jing Moli doesn't know how to choose. It seems that no matter which choice he chooses, he will hurt you. Watching the three people in this calamity.

"Moli?" Fanyin understood his uneasiness, and didn't want to force him to make a decision.

Jing Moli got up slightly, looked straight into Fanyin's eyes, "I admit that I have feelings for you, but I don't know if this love is what you want." His love is mixed with too many uncertain factors, and How can I repay the sincerity of Sanskrit?

Hearing this sentence, Sanskrit smiled slightly. Mo Li has him in his heart, so his intentions are not in vain. The past cannot be traced, and the future cannot be controlled. "I care more about the present."

Jing Moli also laughed. There are so many regrets in ancient and modern times. He only regrets that he failed to cherish the person in front of him. He didn't want to leave any regrets. He put his arms around Fanyin's waist and hugged him tightly, "Fanyin, the road ahead Let's go together, if one day we go astray, it must be my fault, don't be sad at that time, just abandon me and become a fairy king that I can't climb up to."

The warm embrace blocked the cool night wind, and the heartbeats of the two hearts seemed to be in the same rhythm in their leaning chests, Fanyin reached out and hugged him, "Okay, if that day comes, I will abandon you. "To be able to embrace each other like this, even if the road ahead is difficult, you can still go on. If one day you want to leave, then I will send you away with a peaceful smile.

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