The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

These people are eager to win. If they have strength, they might as well practice hard. It will waste his time with Sanskrit, "Let's all go away." Jing Moli turned around and was about to leave.

"Seventh Elder." Murong Yao who was standing aside suddenly called out and walked out of the crowd.

"Huh?" Jing Moli looked back at her.

But I saw that Murong Yao's skirt moved slightly, she bowed her knees and bowed gracefully, her voice was as sweet as a bird's eye, "Murong Yao, the younger generation, was in danger a while ago, thank you to the Seventh Elder for saving me."

Jing Moli reacted very quickly this time, unexpectedly, this Murong Yao was also one of the three women on Taibai Mountain that day, the first beauty was indeed not bad, she smiled, "It's a little effort, you're welcome." Turning around and walking forward, Fu Ziyuan and Zhao Yan followed closely.

Seeing Jing Moli walking away, the person who was gossiping just now immediately changed the topic, "The seventh elder is really unusual, he is indeed the elder of Cangling Yifeng."

"Yes, yes." People around echoed.

The faces of Dong Yuhong and the others are not good-looking, and their skills are not as good as others. It is useless to talk too much now. Murong Yao's eyes are still in the direction where Jing Moli left. That day, she caught a glimpse of the white snow and red plums. She thought it was a fairy coming to the world Such a personable person, I thought that there was no chance of seeing him again, but I didn't expect that he was the Seventh Elder of the Cang Ling, Jing Moli, the girl's thoughts were throbbing, and she was already in her heart.

Leaving the crowd and returning to the position just now, Fanyin stood there waiting for Jing Moli, holding a branch of pink peach blossoms in his hand. The thunderbolt frightened Xiaohua Xiaocao for no reason."

"Nianhua vs. Thunder, you have controlled it very well." Sanskrit praised Xia Jing Moli's fingering just now. Nianhua pointed to the meaning, using softness to overcome rigidity, and it also corresponds to the five elements to disperse the thunder in the invisible.

Jing Moli nodded, "That thunder is not as good as the thunder of crossing the catastrophe, so it is easy to deal with." When he was young, he dared to take on Nagasawa's thunder, but now he is naturally very smooth.

Fu Ziyuan praised, "The Seventh Elder is really powerful! I really admire him." Zhao Yan nodded again and again. No.1.

Jing Moli reached out and tapped the foreheads of the two of them, "I fought with others when I was so impatient, and I lost the fight, so I'm ashamed to say it."

Fu Ziyuan felt aggrieved, "I didn't lose, I was going to win, but it was Dong Yuhong who played tricks."

Jing Moli did not accept this explanation, "In the face of absolute power, any insidious trick is useless. In the final analysis, the cultivation level is not enough."

"Oh." Fu Ziyuan could only respond, "They say that about us Cang Ling, of course they can't disgrace us Cang Ling."

"Well, that's why I only punished you ten times for the Shang Shan Jing." Jing Moli was already very merciful.

"It takes a month to copy the scriptures ten times." Fu Ziyuan already had a premonition of how dark and dark the month he went back would be, "Elder Seven, when did you save so many female disciples of Kunwu? One or two Thank you for saving your life.”

"Coincidentally."

"You have to persevere, even though that Murong Yao is the number one beauty, you must not be fooled by her." Fu Ziyuan felt that it was necessary to tell Mo Li several times, if Mo Li was lost by Murong Yao, it would be even more embarrassing. face.

Jing Moli felt that Fu Ziyuan had no vision, "Do you think my vision is that bad? Or am I not good enough to make you think that the number one beauty is worthy of me?"

Hearing this, Fu Ziyuan was speechless, okay, the Seventh Elder is the most beautiful in heaven and earth, and no one is worthy of it.

Jing Moli turned to smile at Sanskrit, "You are worthy of me."

As soon as these words came out, Fu Ziyuan and Zhao Yan were suddenly speechless. They stared at Jing Moli and Sanskrit in a daze, only to see that Sanskrit smiled slightly, "It's an honor."

Jing Moli's eyes slightly bent, "Let's go, let's go back." Stretching out his hand to hold Sanskrit, Fu Ziyuan and Zhao Yan walked towards the side path regardless of Fu Ziyuan and Zhao Yan.

Fu Ziyuan and Zhao Yan looked at each other, and they both saw inconceivable things in each other's eyes. Although there are many practitioners who form Taoist couples, the seventh elder and Taoist Sanskrit also have such a relationship?

After a while, Fu Ziyuan came to his senses first, and touched his chin, "Actually, the Seventh Elder has a stunning appearance, and the Sanskrit Daoist Priest is unparalleled in color, which is also a good match."

Zhao Yan coughed lightly, "I can understand, I can understand." As far as love goes, everything else doesn't matter.

But after walking a few steps first, Jing Moli and Fanyin left Fu Ziyuan and the others behind, and walked out of the peach blossom forest. The path was secluded with trees covering the sky and the sun was covered by green vines and vines. From time to time, the four eyes meet each other with deep affection.

"This Cangling and Kunwu have been in contact for so many years. On the surface, they are not ranked first or second. They are also competing in secret. People's hearts are not old, and today's practitioners are also competitive." Jing Moli casually gossiped. .

When it comes to fighting for the strong and winning, Fanyin felt that Mo Li still had no position to say anything about others, "You have always been very strong yourself, if it were you, I'm afraid those Kunwu disciples would be even more embarrassing."

Thinking about it carefully, it seems to be true, Jing Moli smiled a little embarrassedly, "It seems that you don't like me so strong?"

"Do your best in everything, and it's better for practitioners to be pure-hearted." Sanskrit Yin subtly persuaded, there are always people outside the world, and there is a sky outside the sky. If you encounter a tough opponent, it is always easy to suffer. "Among the six realms, all The strong are respected, and the fairy world is no exception. Earth immortals, celestial immortals, upper immortals, and upper gods all have strict levels that cannot be surpassed."

Jing Moli also understands this truth, it is the same in the fairy world, and the demon world is also the same, "I understand that I am not as good as the immortal cultivation base of the earth, so I have to be more cautious. A tree that is beautiful in the forest will be destroyed by the wind, and it is necessary to hide the clumsiness and keep the truth."

Sanskrit nodded, "It seems that Moli has really grown up, and I can be persuaded."

Hearing this, Jing Moli raised his eyebrows slightly, "You think I'm young?"

Fanyin looked at Jing Moli's youthful face, and smiled slightly, "You're only nineteen years old, and your birthday hasn't passed yet, isn't it too young?"

Jing Moli showed his face with a smile, his eyes were full of charm, he pulled his left hand to embrace Fanyin's waist, turned around and pressed Sanskrit against a tree, raised his right hand to caress Fanyin's cheek, and said ambiguously, "I It was you who grew up watching it, it’s not small, you should be very clear about it.”

His brows and eyes are full of bewitching charm, and his soft words are like a feather brushing over his heart, with such an imposing aura that Sanskrit Sanskrit seems to be breathing fast, "Don't make trouble."

Jing Moli chuckled, covered Sanskrit's eyes with his right hand, and tilted his head slightly to get closer to Sanskrit.There was a sudden darkness in front of him, before the Sanskrit could react, the soft and warm touch had already landed on his lips, he gently sucked his lower lip, and after a while, the tip of his soft and slippery tongue dexterously knocked open his teeth. He was entangled endlessly, softer than cold cakes, sweeter than flower cakes, the surging feeling made Fanyin's mind go blank, even his breathing stopped.

Like butterflies playing with flowers, pecking and sucking reluctantly, entangled with each other as if wanting to leave but unwilling to separate, the passage of time has become illusory, when the eyes see the light again, Sanskrit's eyelashes tremble slightly, only Jing Moli leaves The lips are bright red, like rouge, and lightly moist, like petals soaked in dew.

"Do you like it?" Jing Moli asked Fanyin's opinion seriously.

His face turned red in an instant, and Sanskrit, who had always been calm and reserved, suddenly felt shy and coy. It was a bit too reckless to do so in broad daylight, "Nonsense." The words came out, but they were soft and soft.

"It seems that I don't like it very much, so I will practice more in the future." Jing Moli blinked innocently, "This is the first time, please bear with me."

Sanskrit clenched his fist slightly. This man was really shameless. He stretched out his hand and gently pushed Jing Moli away who was still suppressing him. Sanskrit walked forward first, raised his hand to lightly touch his lips, and knew that it was red and swollen even without looking. Jing Moli was tight He kept up, still held Fanyin's hand, pursed his lips and smiled, and stopped teasing him. He was a disciple of Pure Heart Bodhi before, and he had no experience in such things, so he shouldn't be frightened.

As soon as the two of them returned to the entrance of the guest courtyard, they saw Zhou You and the others just came back. Princess Jiayi's sullen little face burst into a smile when she saw Jing Moli again, "Seventh Elder, where did you go to play? Don't take me with you." Ruan Yan's coquettish appearance was full of a girlish look.

"It's just walking around." Jing Moli was always upright and polite.

"I don't believe it. They all said just now that you easily blocked the curse of thunder and saved many people." Princess Jiayi has already heard what happened in the peach blossom forest just now, and she didn't say a word about the scenery of Jing Moli. I missed it several times.

Jing Moli was very modest, "The disciples are messing around, as an elder, I should."

Princess Jiayi immediately laughed when she heard this, "What about the elders? Although you are the seventh elder, you are only eighteen or nineteen years old. I heard that the disciples participating in the Tengyun Club must be over 20 years old. You are younger than them." Woolen cloth."

"The princess is laughing. I'm a little tired from walking in the mountains. Let me take my leave first." Jing Mo paid his respects from Wei Wei, said goodbye to Princess Jiayi, and went back to the courtyard with Fanyin first.

Princess Jiayi looked at his back and sighed wearily, "It's a pity, if he doesn't practice, how many noble ladies in the city will compete for his beauty."

Wang Yang coughed lightly, "The Seventh Elder is a practitioner after all, and his immortal demeanor is different from ordinary people."

Jiayi snorted softly, of course she knew that there was a difference between immortals and ordinary people, and she would not go beyond amorous feelings just for fun, as immortals can be seen from a distance but not close.Suddenly thought of something, "Master Zhou, I heard that you have a close relationship with the residence of General Zhen Guo, so you must have known the Seventh Elder a long time ago, right?"

"Yes, before the Seventh Elder left home to practice, I was fortunate to have lived in Jingfu for many years." This is not a secret, Zhou You admitted it generously.

"Then, do you know that the Seventh Elder has a pleasing fairy and girl?" Jiayi has always wanted to see what kind of talent is worthy of such an outstanding Jing Moli.

This question put Zhou You in a difficult situation. The Eldest Prince was not pleased with the beautiful fairies, but the Taoist priest of the Immortal Family. He shook his head slightly, "I don't know."