Zha Gong's evolutionary path

Ten paper cranes of different colors fluttered their wings, scrambling to take off from the man's palm, and flew towards the figure leaning against the window in a tacit understanding.

Suppressing a smile, the man sat cross-legged on the tree, watching those naive origami cranes, like spiritual birds, landing one after another around the lake-blue figure.

First, a light blue one landed on the page he had turned.

The second one landed on the back of his finger that was attached to the Langhao brush. The pink paper crane wings against the white fingers were really pretty, and the man's eyes lit up involuntarily.

The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth flopped and fell on his blue hair, which was neatly tied with a headband. They were so colorful, like a few colorful petals falling down, like a waterfall of blue hair revealing a charming beauty. color.

Like a little girl with a garland, she is very delicate.The man made such an evaluation in his heart, and the smile on his lips deepened.

Two more stumbled and landed on the inkstone on which he was grinding ink, probably due to the unsteady landing, several drops of ink splashed out, the pea green wings were wronged and stained black, and they shook their wings unwillingly.

The ninth bird learned the lessons of the previous two, and did not dare to descend casually, so it circled and flew around in front of the target, with a huge range of movements, which obviously interfered with the line of sight.

Thinking of such blatant harassment, the man should call the little bookworm back from the pile of old papers.

It's a pity that his little tricks seem to have no effect on the person who only reads the book at hand.

The figure in a blue dark suit always sat upright, his eyes focused on the book from the beginning to the end, and he was completely undisturbed by the paper cranes posing.

He didn't seem to realize that there was a pair of burning eyes staring at his every move on the big camphor tree next to Qinghe Academy, and he couldn't feel the familiar scent of flowers blowing in the wind.

The man was holding a large handful of peach blossoms from Yuexiaju in his arms, and the old man with white beard thumped his chest and complained in his ears, but he shook his head and blocked it off as if nothing had happened.

He changed his posture and squatted on the tree branch without any image, staring at the person by the casement eagerly.

The last origami crane probably sensed the scorching gaze of the master who dispatched him, and rushed towards the person whose eyes were locked in a panic.This pounce just happened to bump into the man's water-colored and moist lips, and he took a mouthful.

The slight touch from the corner of the lips was as real as someone's fingertips gently brushing the lips, finally forcing the person who pretended to turn a blind eye to blush slightly.

He bit his lip, raised his head resentfully, and turned his gaze towards the window.

Lin Gongru straightened up involuntarily, and whistled happily to the person who was finally willing to turn his head.

"Little nerd!" He heard his own laughing voice suddenly sound from the dream.

"Long time no see, do you miss this general?"

…………

Lin Gongru was in a cold sweat and woke up with a start from his own voice.

He stared blankly at the bright pink color in his vision for a long time, as if the color was not imprinted in his eyes, but was held in his arms eagerly, and with sincerity, he wanted to hand flowers to someone with all his heart. .

little nerd...

He called that guy a nerd.

In the dream, he couldn't see that person's face clearly, but the lake-blue back, the slightly lowered side face, the posture of holding the pen, and the faint smile at the corner of the mouth all made him feel palpitations.

Last time, he also saw this person in the lake blue dark coat in the blurred shadow.

He must be "that person", and he doesn't even need to double check, he knows that he is the one who has been entangled with him for seven lifetimes.

But the scene in the dream did not appear in the worlds where he was exiled by Ying Moyan. Could it be a memory from another long-ago world?

Which life did he not remember?

In these fleeting clips, he belatedly remembered that when he was pinching Ying Moyan earlier, a man who looked like a mature man next to him gave him a knife in the back of his neck. Paying too much attention to the other party; now that he thinks about it, that person's face is very familiar, isn't it the one who made a decree in the book of life and death, stranded him in the underworld for hundreds of years, not reincarnated, the previous master of the underworld surnamed Yan?

He and Ying Moyan were all in good spirits, one imprisoned him in the underworld, and the other pushed him into the entanglement of Seven Worlds. Could it be that they jointly set up a game...

On the table next to the bed, there was a medicine cup exuding a strange and sweet fragrance. The decoction in it had been drank down by Yue Lao staring at him half an hour ago.

However, although the decoction has been drunk, the lingering sweet fragrance seems to linger in the medicine cup, exuding a breath of distraction for a long time.

He likes that fragrance very much, and he likes it from his body instinct. Even if his reason is rejecting and resisting, when he smells the sweet fragrance, he can't shake it for a moment, and swallows the decoction that is so bitter that it makes people want to sever their meridians. Fall into belly.

Lin Gongru even suspected that the sneaky old man with white beard and hair had cast a spell on him in the soup, or some other drug to confuse people's hearts.

The sweet fragrance made him feel like he was possessed, wishing he could smell more; and it seemed that no matter how much he swallowed it, it was not enough.

But even though the decoction was served every day, the frequency of the sweet fragrance was not too many.He roughly estimated that if he had been bedridden for more than two months, he would only smell this sweet fragrance five times in total.

Usually Yuelao doesn't stare at him to take the medicine, only when the soup is mixed with this fragrance, he looks like an enemy, staring at him to drink the medicine cleanly, as if he drank the medicine from his family. A drop of his son's flesh and blood would be heinous, and he would be dragged out and beaten to death with sticks.

Lin Gongru sneered a lot in his heart, and wanted to show his temper, so he smashed a bowl in front of him to see.

But after all, he was still not willing to make that move, and he had a strange idea, but he didn't have the courage to put it into practice.

If it was Yan Wen who came to deliver the medicine, maybe Lin Gongru would have spilled the medicine with a shake of his hand; fortunately, that guy seemed afraid that he would recognize him, so he didn't appear in the room after that.

On the contrary, Ying Moyan, as he said, has been here several times, and seems to want to go into this room where he is recuperating, but every time he meets Lin Gongru's cold eyes.

He would be stunned for a while, stop, and stand outside the house, staring at him from the air.

And every time he appeared, he seemed to be a little thinner than the last time.

His tall and slender figure was wrapped under a large cloak, and it seemed that he could hardly support it, and his shoulders were thinned a lot.His chin was also sharpened a little, his face was pale and transparent, and his clear eyes shone with an unhealthy light.

Only the dark red lotus blood mark on the forehead reveals a bone-piercing red beauty, which makes people startled for no reason.

He just stood there silently in the courtyard, with peach-colored petals on his shoulders, staring blankly at Lin Gongru.

Lin Gongru usually just glanced at him, then turned his gaze away coldly.He knew that Lord Yan of the underworld would not utter a single word about the "little nerd" until he so-called "completely recovered".

He guessed that he took the initiative to kill himself before Luo Huang's accident. Does that mean that the little nerd is still alive in this life?

Ying Moyan was lying to him, the intention was to make him get better, and then complete the last unfinished task.

So he doesn't actually have the whereabouts of the little nerd in his hands, and he can only do everything possible to hope that he will recover quickly and then be driven by him.

Having figured out this joint, he became accustomed to Ying Moyan appearing in Yuexiaju from time to time, and turned a blind eye to it.

With such a deep scheming, for a man who is so persistent and tireless in harming others, no matter how much he pretends to be kind, he still has bad intentions.

Why did he act so into the play, pretending to be miserable every time.

——He has already seen through his intentions, no matter how cute and pitiful he is, what's the use?

Lin Gongru pouted with a sneer, and cast a mocking look at the people standing in the courtyard.The corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, admiring the other party's dazed expression as if being scalded by his own mocking eyes, and flinched suddenly.

He thought with a wicked sense of humor, that he acted pitifully like this, but it made him breathe a bad breath that he couldn't express.

Ying Moyan lowered her head, her long hair drooping down, covering his pale face and the emotions in his eyes.

Yuelao walked over from the courtyard wall with his hands in his sleeves, and when he saw Ying Moyan's expression, he knew he was offended again.

He craned his neck and took a look into the room. Lin Gongru, that bastard waiting to die, really squinted his long and narrow peach eyes, and stared at Ying Moyan expressionlessly.

He can't get out of bed yet, and he can't get up to do any violent movements, but he has the ability to give off a breath of beating, and Yue Lao doesn't want to take a second look after one glance.

Mo Yan, the counterpart who hates iron and steel, said: "A man is like a dog. If you don't fight for three days, you will go to the house to expose the tiles. Don't get used to him too much. If you get used to it too much, he will ride on your head! You have to show both grace and power, understand? !"

Ying Moyan: "..."

It was as if the other three people in the yard were not men.

He said: "These days, I have troubled Yuelao and Master to take care of Lin Gongru, and Ying Moyan is really sorry..."

A burst of distress surged up in his chest, he suppressed the thought of coughing and panting, maintained a stable tone, and said, "Master said that he has the foundation of a heavenly general, and his physical condition is recovering well, and he can basically stabilize after taking another heart attack. I came to see Master today, just to get this matter done soon—”

Yuelao was startled, looked at his pale face, and shook his head repeatedly: "The blood you just took the day before yesterday, let's see how ugly your face is? I said you can't do it, you have to do it step by step. Why are you so panicked?" ?”

"..." Ying Moyan pursed her lips and said nothing for a long time before saying, "The emperor summoned me several times, but I excused them all. If he prevaricates a few more times, he will probably use some means. Before, Lin Gongru's soul and body were not stable, so the source of medicine was cut off..."

Fairy Yaolian stayed in the underworld for a long time and refused to return to the heaven. It was Ying Moyan who used force to escort her back. Yue Lao also heard about it.

The emperor of that day is the one who loves his daughters as much as his life. Back then, he used his old face to say good things to Lin Gongru at the Hundred Flowers Banquet for his daughter, but he was rejected in public and wiped his face; another incident happened that Lin Gongru pushed Yaolian into the refining pond. For the matter, new and old hatreds are counted together, directly depriving people of immortality and kicking them into reincarnation.

Now that Yao Lian is back by his side, if Ying Moyan is secretly sued, and if she adds fuel to the story and says that Lin Gongru is back, I'm afraid it will be a good show.

Summoning Ying Moyan at this time, of course, there is no good appointment, and there is no good banquet.

Yuelao said: "That won't work, and you can't be in a hurry at this moment. His soul is important, but yours is not? Don't say that the little old man refuses to agree. You can ask your master, how can you be in such a short time?" Day, it is strange that he is willing to take your blood."

Ying Moyan looked towards the direction of the room, and the people inside seemed extremely impatient to see him whispering to Yue Lao, so they simply turned over and turned their backs to him.

He hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice: "Actually, I also want to take him away earlier, so as not to disturb Yuexiaju."

Yuelao was stunned: "Take it away? Where are you going? Yan Luodian?"

Ying Moyan did not answer.

"Can you take it away?"

Yan Wen sullenly appeared in front of the two of them out of nowhere, with an unhappy expression on his face.

"You look like a little daughter-in-law. Even I want to bully you, let alone Lin Gongru? Don't look at the boy with a cold face now. Seeing you aggrieved, I don't know how happy I am." He said coldly, "I I saved him for you, not for him. You two are under my nose, if he bullies you again, he won't be able to bully a single flower. It doesn't matter what he looks like before, so the teacher broke him up and took him back. If you take him away and the two of you are alone, are you going to let him humiliate you?"

"..." Is the word insult/humiliate/ a bit heavy.

Only at this time did Ying Moyan realize that his master with an elusive personality has such a strong protective complex, which he hadn't seen before.

With a wry smile, he said, "He hates me to the bone. He treats me so coldly and doesn't speak ill or ridicule, which is quite restrained. Master, don't worry that he will harm me... He is worried about 'that person' in his heart, You won't do anything serious to me."

His voice gradually softened, and he said, "Teacher wants to take him back to his original general's mansion. Although those old friends and old friends have long since dispersed, it is the place he is most familiar with. Maybe... maybe he can remember some..."

"Impossible." Yan Wen said decisively, "Thrown from Zhuxiantai, no matter how advanced his cultivation was before or how many great achievements he made, all of them will be wiped out the moment he falls into reincarnation. Same. No matter how famous a great general he is, he still needs to cultivate from the beginning, and no matter whether he needs to cultivate for hundreds of thousands of years, even if his cultivation base is slowly picked up, his memory may not be restored along with his skills. It is wishful thinking to revisit the old scene and the old place, and let him recall the past."

He said it sonorously and absolutely, leaving no room for turning around.

Yuelao saw that Ying Moyan's complexion looked even worse, and he seemed to lose all blood after being hit by his master. Is there any response to my son's brainstorm? There may be one or two opportunities that stimulate him to think of the past—”

"He is young and ignorant, are you also young and ignorant?" Yan Wen reprimanded bluntly, not even giving the face of his old friends for many years, "You count so many immortal officials who have fallen to Zhuxiantai, how many of them are exhausted? Painful, starting from the mortal body with the naked eye? Cultivating immortals, even if there is a slight mistake, it is difficult to succeed; let alone walking the same path as before, remembering the same thing, falling in love with the same person. He is still the same now. It is not easy to take a small life, did I tell you to resign yourself to fate from the first time I met you? You have been in charge of the fate of the world for such a long time, how can there be so many good things in the world?"

Ying Moyan avoided the conversation, and only said: "...we will talk about it later. Master, I told Yuelao earlier that I hope the master will give you another heart,—"

"Not today, you can't hold on." He simply refused.

"Master..."

"Come back in seven days, and then take the last blood." Yan Wen's tone was unquestionable, "Before then, no matter how much you miss this kid, you are not allowed to take another step into the house under the moon, and stay with me well." Rest in the palace of the king of hell. If the teacher sees you, I will not cure this kid."