The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

Li Huang's expression has not changed, his eyes are still lingering, and he looks at Sanskrit with a feeling of affection and ruthlessness, "Fanyin, Feng Guixi, these two names are very nice, and they suit you very well."

Seeing that he didn't respond at all, Sanskrit lowered his head slightly. It seemed that he was looking forward to it too much. After drinking the wine in the glass, the wine was slightly warm, but when he swallowed it, his heart was full of coolness.

Han Chen thoughtfully looked at Li Huang again. People in the world have similar appearances, but they rarely have the same appearance. The face in front of him is not an illusion or an illusion. If it is a coincidence, it is too coincidental. They were invited to drink without asking their names.

Behind the screen came a handsome man, with straight eyebrows and a very upright spirit, holding the wine that had just been warmed, he stepped forward to take the wine jug from the table, and filled everyone's glasses with the newly warmed wine. It was Li Huang's attendant, silently without saying a word.

Li Huang seemed to be used to being lazy, and leaned over to lean against him, "I want a cold drink."

"It's good to be hot." The attendant picked up the cold wine and retreated to the back, continuing to warm the wine.

Li Huang snorted softly, and turned his eyes to Han Chen, "Master, do I look that good-looking? Ever since you entered the door, you've been looking at me?"

Han Chen didn't feel embarrassed either, "Young master has an extraordinary appearance. If you want to come to be either rich or expensive, where is the fairyland?"

"Yingcheng, I don't know where the three come from?" Li Huang also asked.

"Cang Ling, we are practitioners."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I heard that the Cangling Blessed Land has ten majestic peaks, beautiful mountains and seascapes. It's a pity that I wasted [-] spring and autumn years and didn't have the chance to visit the land of immortals." Li Huang drank a glass of wine full of regret.

Han Chen smiled, "Since the son is from Yingcheng, what about Jing Moli, the eldest son of General Zhen Guo's mansion?"

The corners of Li Huang's lips curved slightly, "When I was young, I heard from my family that there were immortals in the Jing family, but unfortunately I live in the south of the city, so I have never seen them."

Han Chen's smile deepened, "Oh, has the young master been to Feihua Temple?"

Li Huang shook his head, "I don't like going to Taoist temples."

"That's a pity. If the young master has been there, he should be quite pleasantly surprised."

"So how?"

Hanchen shook his head and said no more, "It's not very important either."

Sanskrit remained silent as if he had adjusted his mentality. He gritted his teeth slightly and let himself look up at this familiar yet unfamiliar face, "Thank you for your hospitality, sir. We are leaving." He went out the door as if he had run away, Han Chen pulled Fu Ziyuan and followed.

Quickly walked out of Huajie and walked straight to the lake, the night was vast, several colored lights reflected the lake, cool wind mixed with water vapor blew in, Sanskrit finally calmed down a bit, and when he looked up, his eyes were filled with sadness.

Fu Ziyuan followed them at a loss, tugged at his master's sleeve lightly, and asked, "Master, isn't the Seventh Elder in the fairy world?"

Hanchen stopped walking, looked up to the sky and sighed, he didn't tell the Cangling people about this matter, firstly, he was afraid that they would be sad, and secondly, he felt that Moli had only ascended ten years before passing away. It is an unshirkable responsibility, and as the immortal monarch of the fairy world, he is not easy to open his mouth.

"Mo Li, I lost my soul ten years ago."

Fu Ziyuan was stunned for an instant, his soul flew away?Does this mean that Mo Li is dead? "W-how could it be? Isn't he a Shangxian?" Could this immortal Shangxian also die?

"The catastrophe is hard to overcome, and the gods will die. No one can truly live forever." Han Chen patted his apprentice on the shoulder, and then walked to Sanskrit, "There are always similarities among all living beings, so don't be too sad .”

Fanyin took a deep breath, and after calming down, he finally found some thoughts, "Mili used to like to drink flowers and wine. During the time in the demon world, he often went to those places. In fact, that Lihuang is very similar to Mo Li from before. Leave."

Hanchen has never seen such Jing Moli before, if this is the case, it is worth finding out, "Then, I will go back and find out who this Lihuang is, so that we can draw a conclusion whether it is true or not."

Fanyin looked at him gratefully. Since the day they met, Hanchen, a friend, has always been very loyal to him, "Thank you."

"What are you being polite to friends, I'll be back soon." Han Chen didn't delay much, and told Fu Ziyuan to take good care of Sanskrit, and then turned into a breeze and went straight to the fairyland.

Unintentionally looking at the night view of the lake, Fanyin and Fu Ziyuan walked around the embankment, willows and flowers, and arrived in front of the resting inn. There is a very elegant garden near the lake. You can watch the stars and the water by the window, and enjoy the scenery of the water and the sky. Fu Ziyuan stopped By the lake at the entrance of the inn, he couldn't figure out why this nice person disappeared after only ten years of ascension.

Sanskrit understands that Ziyuan feels uncomfortable. After all, Fu Ziyuan is a junior and Moli's friend. He may not be able to accept the news of Moli suddenly, "I was seriously injured ten years ago, and Moli lost his soul just to save me." Fanyin will It was his fault that Mo Li would pass away when everything was on his body.

Fu Ziyuan lowered his head slightly. If this is the case, there is no right or wrong. It is not wrong. The Taoist priest and Mo Li are Taoist couples, and Mo Li died for the Taoist priest. I think the Taoist priest must be very sad. Maybe he has accepted it for so many years. Not the fact that Mo Li has left.

"Moli should be very happy to be able to bear it for the Taoist priest." Fu Ziyuan understood that Moli was a person who valued affection, and he died for what he loved, and he died without complaint or regret.

Fanyin frowned and didn't answer, he knew that Mo Li's heart should be full of guilt at that time, it was obviously his fault, but Mo Li suffered too much.

As the night was getting darker, Fanyin and Fu Ziyuan returned to the Bieyuan. As soon as they arrived at the gate, they saw a carriage parked outside the Bieyuan. The wine-warming attendant, Gu You, walked out with the help of the drunk Li Huang, and got out of the carriage carefully, " Son, please slow down."

Li Huang leaned on him lightly, her peach blossom eyes were blurred and seemed to be closed, she wobbled a few times and stood still, he pushed Gu You away, like red plums rustling in snow, "It's okay, I'll go by myself." He discerned carefully Where is the gate of the courtyard, I walked forward with straight steps, and just took two steps when I kicked the steps, and fell forward as soon as I leaned over.

Before the thoughts moved, Fanyin grabbed his arm in a flash, and Li Huang couldn't stand still, and slammed into his arms, with a faint cry, which seemed to be anger or resentment, "Huh? I hit the wall. "

Gu You hurriedly stepped forward, "My lord, I hit someone." He reached out his hand to help Li Huang, Li Huang raised his eyes to look at Sanskrit in front of him, his eyes were hazy, his cheeks were flushed, and his red lips were pursed to reveal a smile , put his hands around Fanyin's neck unceremoniously, and leaned his head on Fanyin's shoulder, "So it's you."

Sanskrit reached out to pull his hands down, but he couldn't help but touch his arms, "Young Master Li, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk for a thousand cups." Warm breath sprayed on Fanyin's neck, Fanyin frowned slightly, Gu You smiled wryly, neither pulling nor helping, "Young master, please Help help my young master go back to the room, okay?"

Sanskrit's eyes drooped slightly, but she still complied, pulled his hand, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and let him lean on her, "Lead the way."

"Thank you very much." Gu You hurriedly led the way, and said apologetically, "My son is just a bit greedy."

"You come from Yingcheng, where are you going?" Sanskrit asked casually.

"Young Master likes to travel. After visiting Sioux City this time, I want to go to Lianfeng. You said that Lianfeng 24 has new scenery everywhere, so I must go." Gu You answered every question.

"Then what does your mansion do for a living?"

"My son's ancestors were officials, but it's a pity that his family has fallen. In my son's generation, he has little family property. He has no intention of fame, so he makes money by painting and writing on weekdays."

"Oh, I wonder if there is any masterpiece?"

"My son was afraid of losing the face of his ancestors, so he took a nickname outside and called him Mo Yuxi. My son's landscape paintings are the best."

Hearing the name, Fanyin's heart skipped a beat. The name Mo Yuxi was written on the painting after he temporarily drew a picture of double shadows when he and Mo Li were traveling together in Lianfeng that year. Mo Zhimo, Xi It is Xi, which means Mo Li and Gui Xi.An ordinary painting, I didn't take it seriously at the time, and I didn't look for it when it was lost. in the temple.

Is this a coincidence?

Already in the room, Gu You pushed open the door, Sanskrit helped Li Huang to lie down in the inner room, he let go, Li Huang was still holding on to his sleeve, half drunk and half awake, Gu You stepped forward Come on, "My lord! We're going to take a bath."

"Bath?" Li Huang immediately let go of his hand, sat up, fumbled for the belt and pulled it off, "Go, take a bath." As soon as he stood up, he fell down on the bed again, and then he looked aggrieved, looking at Fanyin pouted slightly, "Take me there."

Fanyin suddenly felt a little headache, being looked at by someone with the same appearance as Mo Li, it was inevitable that he felt some compassion, seeing that he didn't understand, Li Huang smiled suddenly, "Fanyin, take me there."

A Sanskrit sound seemed to confuse the Sanskrit sound, he stretched out his hand to help Li Huang up with a trembling heart, Gu You smiled embarrassedly, "Young Master, I will hurry to cook a bowl of hangover soup for you." Gu You hurriedly He went out of the room, and Fu Ziyuan was standing at the door. He was thinking, if Mo Li was gone, could this Li Huang who looked like Mo Li be Mo Li?

Thinking that this attendant is someone close to Huang, he should be able to find out some news, Fu Ziyuan was very enthusiastic, "Brother, let me help you." The two went to the kitchen together.

Sanskrit helped Li Huang to the bathroom in the compartment of the room. In the spacious bathroom, there was a bathtub built with jade, and the hot water was boiling all day long. In the bathroom, Li Huang took off his clothes and threw himself into the water. It took a while for the water to come out, and even the hair was wet.

Fanyin retreated behind the screen, saw him taking a good bath, and was about to come out, when Li Huang called out, "Fanyin, give me the handkerchief to wipe my face."

The Sanskrit sound bewitched Sanskrit like a voodoo, the footsteps Sanskrit picked up the brocade handkerchief behind the screen, the water in the bath was hazy, Li Huang leaning against the pool was half out of the water, his jet-black hair and snow-white skin were covered in mist His look is even more charming.

Fanyin handed over the brocade handkerchief, Li Huang stretched out his hand to take it, and suddenly grabbed Fanyin's hand, and with a bang, Sanskrit sound also fell into the bath, Li Huang smiled softly as if he had succeeded, "What do people say about the phoenix that fell into the water?" It’s not as good as a chicken, I see, this drowned phoenix is ​​still a phoenix.”