The protagonist's "white moonlight" ran with me [Quick Transmigration]

The explanation Zongzheng Yue wanted was very simple, that is, to exchange benefits.

Yuan was very clear about his thoughts.

A man who can endure the green hat on his head, even if he is afraid or does not love him, will also have a male possessive desire to cause trouble, but Zong Zhengyue endured it.

Apart from the benefits, what else can we guess?

That's why he chose to tell the truth, and he didn't want to judge Qiuyun by his interests—his Qiuqiu is not a thing, but his lover, and his lover is priceless in his heart.

'Send off' Zong Zhengyue, Yuan thought for a moment, got up and walked into the inner hall.

As soon as he entered the inner hall, he saw Qiuqiu leaning on the rug, holding two dark red mirrors in the shape of Bianhua flowers in his hands, as if he was narcissistic about the mirror.

He bent his lips, walked silently to the edge of the slump, lifted the hem of his clothes and lay down on it, and stretched out his hand to pull Qiu Yun into his arms.

Qiu Yun leaned against his chest, stared at the mirror and asked casually: "How did you solve it?"

"Told him the truth."

After Yuan finished speaking casually, he glanced at the screen displayed on the glasses.

It was a wild land, the barren desert could not be seen at a glance, and the scorching sun distorted the space. A man in ragged clothes looked like a beggar, walking on the desert with difficulty, looking back and looking around vigilantly from time to time.

He raised his eyebrows: "It's fate."

This man was Wen Yanchun who was exiled by Yuan Yuan.

Said he was lucky, he happened to fall into a group of monsters when he was teleported to the wild land, and he didn't meet other monks for nearly a month.

But if he was unlucky, the monsters he encountered were all low-level and weak monsters, which were barely within the range he could deal with.

Yuan looked at it for a while and felt bored.

He lowered his head and picked up a lock of Qiu Yun's hair, just about to wrap it around his fingertips, when he suddenly thought of something, he picked up his own hair again, and tied it together in a concentric knot.

"Keep married, stay together forever." He murmured.

Hearing this, Qiu Yun glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, and saw that the corners of his eyes and brows were full of satisfaction, she smiled, let him move, and continued to look at the mirror.

Wen Yanqiu's result, Qiuyun knew it without guessing.

If he didn't come, the end would be nothing more than being lost.

Therefore, for the murderer who killed Wen Yanqiu, he borrowed his body to avenge him.

It's just that he didn't expect that Wen Yanchun's life would be so great, but the tenth level of Qi training could still keep him alive.

He put away the reincarnation mirror, turned his head and asked Yuan: "When will you put those monks back?"

"Look at you." Yuan raised his doting eyes: "Whenever you want to leave the palace and the imperial city, we will go to the northern border whenever you want, and then we will just like you said before, walk around, go If you are tired, find a place to live for a while."

If so, it is very likely that he will not come back.

When parting, he always had to meet and tell the Wen family couple, so as not to worry about the couple who love their son dearly.

Qiu Yun thought about Wen's family's Tianyi sect monks, and thought for a moment: "Then wait until the monks in the imperial city are almost gone."

This wait is half a month.

Half a month later, in the middle of the night, Yuan took Qiu Yun and Zuo Yun to appear in Wen's courtyard quietly, left Zuo Yun and the congratulatory gift for accepting apprentices he received last time to Wen's master, and said goodbye to the reluctant The Wen family and his wife left the imperial city overnight.

Once out of the imperial city, the two turned into ordinary people.

After staying in the next city, I bought a carriage and traveled all the way to the north.

The two never showed up until now, leaving a short-lived legend to the major sects, and only the Wen family can receive news from the two from time to time.

300 years later.

Qiu Yun and Yuan quietly appeared on Wen's Floating Islet, which belonged to Tianyi School.

First send away Shouyuan, who has already heard about his wife, and then send away Wen Patriarch, whose energy and spirit have gradually declined after his wife's death. That night, when no one noticed, his spirit and soul left Wen Yanqiu's body, making the illusion of sitting.

Immediately, the small mirror opened the time-space channel of Tianyan Immortal Realm, Yuan put Qiu Yun's soul into his sea of ​​consciousness, and calmly walked into the time-space tunnel.

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Time flows differently in each world.

It took Qiu Yun nearly 4000 years to reincarnate in the small world for the eleventh life, but only 1000 years have passed in the fairy world.

1000 years is just a nap time for the immortal.

Just like Qiuyun's adopted son returning to the court, he retreated for thousands of years, fused the consciousness born of the fragments of the soul that had been scattered in various small worlds into one, and resurrected Nanzhi. As soon as he left the customs, he was keenly aware of space fluctuations for a moment, and then There was an aura that disgusted him.

His bewitching blood eyes flashed, he hugged Nan Zhi who was still a little weak, and with a thought, he appeared in Huaqing Palace.

The palace sitting on the top of the snow is very cold, and there is no trace of popularity.

Sunlight pours on the glazed tiles, refracting radiant brilliance.

In the courtyard shrouded in brilliance, a man in a black robe leaned over slightly, and lying on the bed in front of him was a man who was sleeping with his eyes closed.

As soon as Guiting appeared, the black-robed man seemed to be violating and stealing kisses from his father.

He immediately protected Nanzhi behind him, and transformed into a red long whip in his hand. He flicked it in the air, making a sound of piercing the air, and then the long whip attacked the black robed man's back as if consciously.

The black-robed man, Yuan Yan, quickly picked up Qiu Yun, who hadn't yet entered his body, barely avoiding the whip, jumped onto the roof, and looked down at Guiting who was dressed in red.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw a person who looked like no one else coming out from behind the other party. He was slightly startled: [How come there are two returnees? 】

Just in such a daze, the tail of the long whip swept over again.

He quickly grabbed the small mirror and threw it over: "Go and explain to your master and my son!" After saying that, he hugged Qiu Yun and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"..." Excuse me, are you so polite?

The little mirror that was rolled over by the whip had a stomach full of dirty words to scold, but faced with the squinting eyes of its master, it was cowardly and scared.

"Explain, why is Yuangou here?"

Little Mirror stood on tiptoe and pulled Gui Ting's thigh. He raised his head and blinked a pair of innocent and watery eyes, hoping that the owner would forgive him for the sake of being so cute.

Gui Ting raised his leg and kicked it away with disgust on his face: "Stop disgusting me."

"..." Immortal Venerable Mingming said it was very cute!

The little mirror snorted, raised his little fleshy hand to wipe his eyes, and said falteringly: "Yes, I touched it by accident, I, I didn't think about it, so what kind of dog is shameless, just, just pester me." up."

It's vague.

But with the lessons learned from his little sister, he understood immediately after returning to court.

His face turned cold instantly, his red eyes narrowed slightly: "You are so brave!"

"A Ting, don't be angry."

Nanzhi walked up to his side with a very flirtatious face, bent down and picked up the cute little mirror, raised his hand and rubbed its head: "Don't be afraid, tell us carefully, What did dad go through in the small world?"

The small mirror looked at Nanzhi's face exactly like his master's.

But compared to the arrogance of his master, the owner of this face is much more restrained.

It is not used to seeing the gentle expression on the face that resembles its owner, so it couldn't help but glance at the owner, but saw a sneer on the corner of the owner's lips, shrinking his neck again, closing his eyes, left and right. Unable to escape the punishment, he explained the cause of the incident in a heartbeat.

Yuan holding Qiuyun here does not know which palace he flashed into.

Seeing that there was no one there, he pushed open one of the doors, set up a barrier, put Qiu Yun on the bed, and then lay down on it himself.

[…] Qiu Yun, who was stored in his sea of ​​consciousness, raised his forehead: [You might as well let me know your sea of ​​consciousness from now on. 】

Yuan Qiao raised the corners of her lips and closed her eyes, her consciousness sank into the sea of ​​consciousness, and she saw Qiuqiu in white standing with her hands behind her back in a sea of ​​blood.

Time seemed to stand still.

The bright red sea of ​​blood dimmed against the background of that person.

It's like a landscape painting, natural and unique.

Yuan looked at the only person in the sea of ​​consciousness, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up: "I know Guiting's character, once I go out, I will fight with me.

If it was before, I would be fine, but now he is your son, rounded up, and also my son. It is not good to fight with him when he just took the position of father. We should wait for him to calm down before we go out. "

"Then what if you can't calm down?" Qiu Yun asked.

Yuan walked over and turned into a courtyard above the sea of ​​blood, and immediately took out the tea set, sat cross-legged on the ground, made tea and said: "If you can't get rid of it, then accept your fate, anyway, it has become a fact that I am his father, but... "

He pushed a cup of tea to Qiuyun, and said with some surprise: "I really didn't expect Guiting to create a clone, and he was still with the clone."

"Strictly speaking, it's not his avatar." Qiu Yun took a sip from the teacup and sighed softly: "When Ting'er fell into the small world, his soul was broken into several pieces and scattered in each small world. Those fragments gave birth to an independent consciousness and experienced the suffering of reincarnation on his behalf.

He wants to take back the fragments, but the fragments must be willing to give up consciousness..."

Qiu Yun stopped here.

"So he didn't take back the fragments? Instead, he fused the fragments into one person?" Yuan recalled the scene he saw just now. It was exactly the same, and people couldn't tell the truth from the fake. The only difference was that there were more corners of the whip-wielding eyes A bright red tear mole.

But he remembered that the real Guiting didn't have the red mole in the corner of his eye.

He looked at Qiu Yun, and saw that the other party shook his head.

The flowing long hair slid over his shoulders and hung down on his chest. His heart was itching unbearably. He put down the teacup and leaned close to it. Then he lay his head on his lap and played with the long hair hanging down, round and round. around your fingertips.

Qiu Yun also let him go, but said: "I don't understand the whole thing, I only know that the red mole is related to the fragment."

"I do know two legends related to tear moles."

Yuan said casually: "The first is that anyone born with this mole is destined to suffer from love, be trapped by love, and be prone to tears."

Speaking of this, he made himself laugh: "I think it's harder to make Guiting cry than killing him."

"What about the second one?" Qiu Yun asked.

"The second is a romantic legend. When a lover dies, one of the marks formed by the sad tears of one party will be inseparable forever when they meet again in the next life."

Quite romantic indeed.

Qiu Yun looked down at Yuan, saw longing in his eyes, smiled lightly, like tiny ripples from a dragonfly touching water, swaying all the way into Yuan's heart lake, like a feather brushing past, tickling him.

He couldn't help but raised his hand to touch the other's cheek: "You are mine."

"..." Qiu Yun didn't know why he changed the subject so quickly, so he nodded, "Your."

Yuan seemed to see his perfunctory look, turned over suddenly and pressed him to the ground, lowered his head, kissed his brow softly, looked up into his clear eyes, and whispered softly: "I am paranoid, easy to Going to extremes, if I hadn’t met you, I would probably still be going through reincarnation.”

With a smile on the corners of Qiu Yun's lips, he raised his hand to caress his cheek: "I met you once, it was a coincidence, twice it was accidental, and three times it was fate. It is fate that you and I fall in love."

The soft and soft voice swayed into Yuan's ears, sweet all the way to his heart.

His eyes softened, and the deep pupils revealed the excitement of passionate love, and all the restlessness and hesitation in his heart disappeared. He leaned on Qiu Yun's chest with peace of mind, as if he could hear the beating heartbeat in his chest, She closed her eyes very peacefully: "Thank you Qiuqiu."

Qiu Yun looked down at the head in his arms, smiled, then raised his hand and patted his back: "Sleep, I will always be with you."

——End of the full text.