Zha Gong's evolutionary path

In the dark and quiet Yama Hall, there was an unusual sound today.Listen carefully, it is the crisp sound of chess pieces being picked up from the chess box and placed on the chessboard with a click.

This sound broke the silence of the pool of stagnant water in Yan Luo Palace, and the air was a little warmer than it had been for a long time.

In the side hall, a gray-bearded old man rested his elbow on the table with one hand, and fiddled with the Go pieces in front of him with the other hand.The teacup in his hand was already more than half empty, and the cup of tea placed directly opposite his desk was completely cold, and there was no one there.

He didn't care about the other party's sudden departure, he concentrated on it, and he competed with himself black and white, having a great time.

After an unknown amount of time, he slapped his thigh and said angrily, "There is no way to go."

As if he trapped himself to death, it is a very embarrassing thing.

He was looking at the chess game sadly, when he suddenly heard light and steady footsteps coming from the apse, and after a while, he came to the desk.

The visitor paused for a moment, as if he was surprised that there was an extra set of Go on the table just a moment after he left.

But he didn't say much, lifted the hem of his robe, Shi Shiran sat down opposite, Lord Yan Jun's pale and handsome eyes immediately fell into the eyes of the old man.

The old man raised his head and looked at him carefully for a moment, then laughed: "Congratulations to Yan Jun for returning to the throne. In such a short period of time, it seems that General Lin has contributed a lot."

Ying Moyan picked up the cup of cold tea in front of her, and with a little effort in her hand, steam slowly rose from the edge of the cup.

He didn't speak, and put the hot teacup to his lips, and took a sip.

The old man smiled and said: "Going back so soon, doesn't Yan Jun need to calm down? After all, there is an extra memory and emotion, and it takes time to calm down?"

Ying Moyan's tone was flat: "I don't know what the purpose of Yuelao's visit to Yan Luodian today is? It shouldn't be as simple as finding me to drink tea."

He avoided the topic, asked questions instead of answering, and made it clear that he didn't want to have a deep discussion with the other party about the return of Qiqing.

Yuelao also knows the fun, although he is curious to death about this Shangxian who succeeded his family friend and ascended to the position of Lord Yan at a young age, but the matter of seven emotions involves personal privacy, and the other party refuses to talk about it, so naturally he will not be so dissatisfied Know how to break the casserole and ask the end.

He stroked his own white beard that reached to the ground, and said with a smile: "Ah, Lord Yan misunderstood, the little old man really passed through the underworld on business, and he just came in to visit the new Lord Yan Jun, and he has no other thoughts."

As he said, his eyes, whether intentional or not, looked up to the tail finger of Ying Moyan's right hand.

Yan Jun noticed his gaze, frowned, and hid his hand behind the cup.

There was a hint of displeasure in the calm voice: "What are you looking at?"

Yuelao smiled and said, "It's nothing. Ye Mingjue tied a red thread in front of the statue of the little old man before, just to see if it's still there."

He seemed to be quite concerned about the whereabouts of the red thread. He glanced at it and looked at it again, wishing he could stretch his neck and poke it over.

However, the teacup tightly blocked the back of Yan Jun's hand, and the table between them was heavy and large, even though Yuelao looked expectantly several times, he still couldn't see clearly the other party's intentional concealment.

Ying Moyan said coldly: "What red thread? It's just an ordinary red-headed rope."

His tone was cold, with a hint of displeasure, as if he had been poked at some of the scales: "You and I both know that the red rope is not him, but Lin Gongru tied it, so I can't count it. What's more, Ye Mingjue is Ye Mingjue. This lord is this lord, look at my hand, isn't it a waste of effort."

Old Yue grinned and said, "General Lin has lost his memory for a long time, and he never thought that he would be able to do such a romantic thing with ease. If there are more idiots in the world who complain about women and learn a few tricks from General Lin, how much will the little old man feel at ease~~~ "

He looked at Ying Moyan's face, the latter looked indifferent, he didn't care about his duties as Yue Lao, and didn't want to talk to him.

Feeling bored, Yuelao touched his nose and changed the subject with a smile: "But since the little old man is here, would Lord Yan Jun want to see his marriage book? Maybe he can find Yan Jun's favorite person earlier."

Ying Moyan looked at him with eyes as deep as the night, without a trace of expression on his face, and said indifferently: "I am not interested."

Yuelao was a little disappointed: "The other gods rushed to the little old man to check the marriage book, isn't Yan Jun really curious? You know that marriage is destined, as long as it is registered in the little old man's book, even if It's the Emperor of Heaven and his old man, it's futile to try to forcefully dismantle them."

He meant something, and when he mentioned the words "forced dismantling", he emphasized his tone, as if there was a long-standing grudge that had accumulated for many years, which taught him that the resentment could not be pacified.

Ying Moyan didn't take what he said to heart, and the eyes of the new Lord Yan Jun were a bit erratic, as if he was lost in other places.

The moment of confusion that flashed in his eyes didn't seem to come from the identity of the Lord of the Underworld, but rather the feeling of "thinking" that had just returned to his position.

Just now he left the side hall and went to the dormitory to receive the return of Xin Wu's spirit, and in his distress, he saw the doctor with ink hair, his long hair fluttering, and his face was pale and calm.

Xin Wu slowly opened his eyes, and looked him up and down who was standing at the door.

"So it's you." He nodded slowly, as if he finally understood the ins and outs, and knew where he came from and where he was going.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" he asked.

Xin Wu didn't ask the next sentence, but without him saying it, Ying Moyan knew the meaning of his hidden words, exactly the same as Ye Mingjue that day.

He said lightly: "He has a deal with me. As long as he sends you all back, I will allow him to reincarnate and give him the life he has longed for."

"You know that he has lost his memory, and he has long forgotten his past as a general; don't you feel uneasy about using him so deliberately?"

Ying Moyan sneered, as if he felt incredible, while laughing, he looked at the handsome doctor: "I really didn't misunderstand the person, that guy took you and Ye Ming with his attractive skin. Jue coaxed him around, and everyone was devoted to him. Do you know how many sins he committed in his previous life, how many love debts he owed, and how many married women he delayed?" His face gradually turned cold, "You are nothing more than a wisp of hair. Divine consciousness, I will not blame him for being deceived by him."

He walked towards the thread of distress, and Xin Wu's whole body gradually became golden light, his face gradually became hazy, but the gaze he was looking at Ying Moyan was gentle and calm, just like the expression he left in Lin Gongru's eyes at the end.

Doctor Mo Fa sighed in a low voice: "Forget it..."

With a gentle voice, it turned into soft catkins and fell into the bottom of Ying Moyan's heart, "It's hard for you to feel the complete emotion when you dissipate the emotions..."

——If I see Lin Gongru again...

The golden light melted into Ying Moyan's heart, and warm and sad thoughts instantly permeated the whole body of the Lord of the Underworld.

Yan Jun, who was dressed in a black velvet cloak, stretched out his hand to hold the desk beside him, feeling dizzy for a brief moment.

What if I see Lin Gongru again?What do you want to say in the end?

Even if I see him, what will happen?

Although Ying Moyan expected the dizziness brought about by thoughts and emotions, the duration lasted far beyond his expectation.

He supported the table and stood there for a while, but the feeling of dizziness was still lingering. Finally, he had to turn sideways and slowly sit down on the chair next to him.

Memories belonging to Xin Wu came one after another.

Different from Ye Mingjue's heartbeat at the beginning of love, Xin Wu's feelings are forbearing and contradictory, struggling and restrained, wanting to get close but afraid of getting close, touching the other party and then hastily escaping to hide.In the end, he didn't dare to listen to Lin Gongru's frank confession, and the last thing he said was "I'm lucky to have met you in my life".

Ying Moyan closed her eyes tightly, enduring the bursts of sadness and joy pouring into her heart. The blood-red lotus imprint on her forehead was faintly stained by thin sweat, revealing a faint bright color.Under the attack of the huge wave of thought, he clenched his knuckles tightly without realizing it, breathing lightly and quickly.

Xinwu's thoughts and emotions were added extremely quickly to the empty mind that carried Ye Mingjue's memories. It took the Lord of Ten Palaces a lot of effort to suppress the sudden restless emotions.

He sat on the same spot for a while, recalling that Yuelao who visited half an hour ago was still thrown in the side hall by himself, and he had to go out to dismiss him.He straightened his robes, and after calming down his breath, he walked slowly back to the side hall.

At this time, although the person was sitting opposite the gray-bearded Shangxian, his mind was still floating in Dr. Mo Fa's memories and emotions, and his expression was in a daze for a while.

Yue Lao was keenly aware of Yan Jun's distraction, so he didn't say anything to disturb him, but lowered his head, and continued to play with the chess pieces in front of them with great interest.He disrupted the already trapped chess game, put the black and white chess pieces back into the chess box one by one, gearing up for a game with the Lord of the Underworld.

But suddenly he was startled by the sound of hurried footsteps outside the hall.

The master of the tenth hall, the wheel-running king Xue, rushed into the side hall, opened his mouth and said: "Yan Jun, the big thing is not good, that kid named Lin Gongru—" suddenly found that Ying Moyan was not the only one in the side hall, the wheel-turning king Xue immediately slowed down and swallowed back what he hadn't finished speaking.

Ying Moyan was still in a trance just now, but when he heard the word "Lin Gongru", he was shocked, and suddenly woke up from the wandering mind.A pair of eyes like cold pools sharply glanced at the wheel-turning king Xue, and shouted, "What's wrong with Lin Gongru?"

The Master of the Tenth Palace looked at Yuelao, hesitated to speak, and the white-haired Shangxian also looked at him, with a curious look on his face, and he didn't consciously avoid it.He even picked up the teacup in front of him and brought it to his lips slowly, as if he planned to watch the show.

Ying Moyan asked again: "What happened to him?"

The Wheel-Turning King Xue muttered, and then said bravely: "After that doctor's spiritual consciousness dissipated, that kid cut his own pulse and killed himself..."

"Pfft—" Yuelao sprayed tea all over his head and face.

Ying Moyan's face was livid, and he stood up abruptly, without realizing that he was gnashing his teeth: "Think you can go back to the Hall of Yama after you die? You're really messing around!"

The tea dripped down his neck, and the wheel-turning king Xue gave the white-haired old man a hard look, ignoring the handkerchief he handed over in a hurry, and said to Mo Yan: "Yes, now Black Impermanence and White Impermanence On the way to catch people, Yan Jun, look..."

Ying Moyan bluffed his face, not knowing who he was angry with, and said fiercely: "Tell them both to come back, and I will handle this matter personally."

"Yes Yes."

Yuelao was still busy wiping the water stains on the desk table, Ying Moyan turned to him and said, "I still have important matters to attend to, so I can't accompany Yuelao today." These words were already a clear and unmistakable order to expel guests, the gray-bearded old man Hearing this, he immediately stood up and said again and again: "Your Majesty Yan, it's time for the little old man to go out and do some errands."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes blurred, and the stern and pale Lord of the Underworld disappeared in the air.