Acacia Journey to the West: The Story of the Great Sage Chasing Love

Thinking of when I was a golden cicada, I wandered all my life among the Buddhist scriptures, above Zen, but I have never been able to find a person who is as gentle as porridge.

It wasn't until now that he suddenly realized that it was the sky that had already sent this person to his side.

Warm and waxy, misty.The rice fragrance fills the teeth, and the remaining warmth is on the tongue.Mild and mild, just right.

Qi Tian is such a gentle person like porridge.

No excuses, no scheming.

Go to the bottom, as always.

A flawless life can probably only be watched.

Later, this person actually broke into his life, so how could he not cherish it and miss it?

He suddenly wanted to, very much wanted to drink a glass of gentle wine in every soft evening after that, caring about his right and wrong, caring about his worries and sorrows, the world is so big, only he is the same as the sky.

The love in the world is nothing more than thirty-nine black tiles and coptis, and the sweet heart is depressed and bitter.

Worldly obsession, but in the middle of winter, the water is weak and the layer of ice can't be moved by the axe, spade and chisel.

Everything in the world is worse than

Songhua wine, spring water sencha.

And...accompanying Qi Tian, ​​a couple for life, not seeking wealth, not glory, just...he alone.

Qi Tian lowered his head slightly, and saw Feng Xuan looking at him with tenderness in his eyes.

Qi Tian slightly hooked the corners of his lips, and the corners of his eyes and brows were instantly stained with a touch of tenderness, which melted lightly, like a pool of spring water, and one couldn't help but sink into it.

Seeing Qi Tian laughing, Feng Xuan couldn't help but gasped.

Qi Tian really is such a proud existence.

Dressed in a purple dress, standing alone in the long night, the sparks are faint and beautiful.Poetic and full of wit.Qi Tian should treat each other with wise eyes.

He is obviously high-spirited and arrogant, but he is so careless, majestic and lingering, facing the eternal stars alone.

In the evening of the old days, the flowers and leaves are deep in the sky, the east wind is still unbearable, the world of mortals is dreaming, and the old people are invited.

"You look stupid?" Qi Tian looked down at Feng Xuan straightly, wanting to look into the depths of his eyes: "What are you thinking?"

Hearing this, Feng Xuan couldn't help smiling lightly.

In front of him, what can he think?Still thinking about him?

Feng Xuan lightly raised his hand, and caressed Qi Tian's ear temples, then, standing on tiptoe, his lips gently approached Qi Tian's earlobe, and slowly, he dropped a light kiss.

Qi Tian only felt that the earlobe was itchy, which made him a little unspeakable.

Stretching out his hand slightly, embracing Feng Xuan's waist, Qi Tian lowered his head and buried his head in Feng Xuan's neck, longing for that gentle taste.

"A little itchy..." Xu Shiqitian's breath blew lightly on Fengxuan's neck, making him feel itchy and wanted to escape.

Hearing the words, Qi Tian approached a little bit awkwardly, opened his mouth lightly, and exhaled like blue.

Feng Xuan flinched slightly, but he didn't dodge, shrugged his shoulders lightly, and snorted softly.

"Huh~?" Qi Tian asked provocatively with an ending tone.

Feng Xuan was a little baffled by him, and asked a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

He's free, what's the matter?

As soon as Feng Xuan finished speaking, he suddenly felt a trace of warm breath, which lightly melted on the side of his face.

Then, a little caught off guard, he saw Qi Tian's handsome face zoomed in.

Before he could appreciate it, he felt something soft printed on his lips.

Feng Xuan blinked his eyes in a daze, and his train of thought froze slightly.

Afterwards, he came to his senses, feeling a little helpless, Feng Xuan wanted to sigh.

This Qi Tian, ​​doing things, is really a little too irregular, not playing cards according to the routine.

Although he wanted to laugh, Feng Xuan still seriously raised his hand and hugged Qi Tian's waist.

Feeling Feng Xuan's response, Qi Tian tightened his arms slightly again, holding Feng Xuan tighter.

Fengxuan, if it is possible, this deity will definitely be, and will not let you go.

But the deity does not know how long this embrace can last.

Although there are thousands of miles of waves in his heart, Qi Tian still has no expression on his face, and continued with that kiss lightly.

Even if the earth overwhelms the sky, this deity will embrace you in his arms, vowing to cherish every word.

The heart is like a beggar, but the land is hard to fill.

Only you, Feng Xuan, can fill it up.

"It turns out that you were really his maid." Liu Er looked at the fragment in his palm and muttered to himself.

The moment the memory beads shattered, Qianmo's memories swept over him overwhelmingly, making him feel slightly unacceptable for a moment.

That was when I was very young.

So small... I don't even have any memory of that time.

If he hadn't seen a monkey that looked exactly like himself from Qian Mo's memory, he would never have thought that there would be such a time.

Liu Er sighed helplessly.

At this moment, Qian Mo's memory violently attacked his mind.

Back then, before Ming Ruo met him, Qian Mo had been at the top of Kunlun, acting as the second leader.

Later, perhaps because Ming Ruo pampered herself too much, Qian Mo became slightly jealous.

Gradually, this jealousy became stronger and stronger, Qian Mo began to think of ways to frame herself.

But Ming Ruo didn't care too much.

Later, for some reason, Qian Mo was put under house arrest by Ming Ruo.

It wasn't until... until he was chased away that Ming Ruo let Qian Mo out.

After that, within a short time, Ming Ruo suddenly fell into a serious illness because of his choice of identity, and within a few days, he disappeared.

And Qianmo, also during this time, went to various places in the Three Realms to search for the whereabouts of the Huineng Mirror.

In fact, Qianmo is really not an ordinary woman.

Qianmo has psychic eyes.

The psychic family is a hidden branch of the Three Realms, which belongs to the gods, but does not have a god position.

Because the psychic family has only one ability, and that is to be able to see what the world cannot see and know what the world cannot know.

However, this psychic ability can only be used twice in a lifetime.

After this point, it can no longer be used.

Moreover, if you forcefully use it for the third time, you will die from exhaustion because your body cannot support such a powerful divine power.

Quite normal, Qian Mo used her psychic eyes to find the Huineng Mirror.

After that, there was the matter of Ming Ruo slowly practicing.

It's just that she never thought that afterward, this Qianmo really didn't end well.

Liu Er couldn't help but sighed slightly.

Things in this world are really so illusory, should he be thankful that the person he loves may also have him in his heart.

From Qian Mo's memory, Liu Er saw the whole process of her using psychic eyes.

Looking for the Huineng mirror is the second time she has used psychic eyes.

The first time was when Ming Ruo had just brought himself back.

At that time, perhaps it was a woman's innate intuition, from Qian Mo's perspective, when Liu Er looked at herself, she felt a little hostile.

At that time, Qian Mo might have been impulsive, or might have had a premonition, so she really put all her eggs in one basket and used her psychic eyes to see through herself.

It is Ji Rui who is the main hit.

Nature belongs to wood, warm and auspicious.

It's just eight simple words, let Liu Er read it, and he can't help but be surprised.

He could see the meaning of those words.

The meaning, too, chills.

Nature is wood.

It is indeed warm and auspicious.

However, the mountain of Kunlun belongs to earth by nature.

Mu Ketu.

Difficult to stay together.

So at the beginning, Qian Mo was slowly becoming hostile towards herself.

Could it be because of this that Ming Ruo was harmed?

Liu Er frowned slightly.

The memory he got from Qian Mo's mind was after she was thrown into Zhuxian Terrace.

At that time, she was about to lose her wits, so she seemed a little confused about these memories.

Let him see, can't help but feel a little confused.

But roughly, he still understands it.

Never thought that the truth of the matter turned out to be this.

Na Mingruo, do you know about this?

Does he know that his attributes are actually against him?

Thinking of this, Liu Er slightly closed his eyes.

Slightly raised his hand and covered his forehead.

Ming Ruo, should know.

However, he will not give up.

Mingruo is the person he knows best.

She looks gentle and not aggressive, but in fact, she has a stubbornness and persistence that no one else can change, which makes people angry and distressed.

He clearly knew it, but why did he want to keep it to himself?

Do you not believe Qianmo's words?still……

Liu Er raised his hand and rubbed his temples, with an inexplicably sad expression.

Sure enough, I really made myself guess right.

Mingruo... like yourself.

Just like he likes the Tathagata, he has always liked himself, so he is not afraid of life and death, and not afraid of destruction.

Then how will he pay it back?

At the beginning, if there was no Ming Ruo, I was afraid that I would have already died in the wilderness, so what, I was able to enjoy the past 500 years?

Liu Er sighed slightly, now, he has exchanged so much, which is enough, but, is there any way for him to repay it?

As long as he could save Ming Ruo, he would not hesitate to use it as a bargaining chip in exchange.

But now, he doesn't even know how to do it.

How can we talk about saving or not saving?

Liu Er lowered his head and looked at the tombstone. Suddenly, his eyes shrank.

He thought of a question.

Although the psychic family can only use psychic communication twice, if it is at the cost of life, it can be exchanged for the third psychic communication.

But now that Qian Mo has lost her soul, is this psychic method still useful?

Liu Er straightened his body, looked at the fragments in his palm, and then, a trace of thought power was injected into the memory bead by him.

If possible, he will work hard to find a way to save Ming Ruo.

The power of the six ears slowly wandered in the memory beads, and Qian Mo's memory made a comeback again.

Liu Er watched bit by bit, but he didn't know how to make Qian Mo use the psychic technique again.

Suddenly, as if he had noticed something, Liu Er stopped in his tracks.

what is that?

In Qian Mo's memory, Liu Er saw a cave.

Feeling slightly familiar, Liu Er frowned.

With some hesitation, Liu Er paused.

This cave...

Exhaling lightly, Liu Er stepped up and walked into the cave.