The bright moon sits on the ground

It wasn't until dawn, when the sky was filled with sunlight, that Bai Xuan returned to Kunlun.

As soon as he stepped into the Xuanpu Hall, he sensed Xu Lang's breath. It's really hard to describe. It's almost the same as boiling tea, with a faint fragrance, and like a ray of wind blowing, slightly If you are not careful, it will slip through your fingers.

After turning a few corners, a bright and bright scene gradually flooded into the field of vision, creating a glimmer of light in the devastated blood mist.

The courtyard of Xuanpu Hall is full of peach trees. Even though the snow is heavy on the mountain, the unique fragrance of peach blossoms still fills every corner. It is sweet but not greasy. Mixed with the cold wind and snow, it is very interesting.And Xu Lang was sitting under a certain peach tree. He was very afraid of the cold. He was wrapped in a robe with gold patterns on a black background, and his sleeves were rolled up. ? Still looking drowsy, ? Like a small stone sculpture, ? Half of the body is hidden in the shadow of the branches.

The phrase "What can I do for you?" rolled down his throat a few times before being swallowed back by Bai Xuan.

He remembered that it was a full moon last night, but he forgot that he had promised Xu Lang that he could return to the human world every time there was a full moon.

Xu Lang just leaned against the peach tree like that, huddled up in the cold, staring straight at Bai Xuan, and didn't speak a word.

"Sorry, I forgot." Bai Xuan's thoughts were washed away, scattered and out of order, he frowned slightly, walked up to Xu Lang in a few steps, squatted down, his white clothes lay in the snow It dragged out winding traces, and he squeezed the formula to drive away the chill on Xu Lang's body, and sighed, "Why don't you go in? You know how to remove the restriction of the cave, don't you?"

Xu Lang didn't answer, just asked: "Have you gone to the world?"

Bai Xuan was startled, a little helpless, but he didn't hide it from him, and said: "Yes."

"Don't think that I don't want to ask. I really, really, really want to know what you've been doing and what your plans are. However, as you said before, you can't I'm absolutely sure, so you can't tell us what you think." Xu Lang stood up, and gently fished back the robe that had slipped to the crook of his arm, "Then I won't ask."

"Bai Xuan." Immediately afterwards, he said, "If you want to bear everything alone, that's not called selfless dedication, that's called arrogance."

Bai Xuan listened without saying a word, and then looked at Xu Lang for a while, although Xu Lang was defeated first, rubbed his dry eyes, and looked away, but Bai Xuan didn't feel the joy of victory at all, he looked at Xu Lang. Lang, just said: "I am not selfless, and I am not prepared to make selfless sacrifices for the sake of righteousness. I do these things only because of my duties. Apart from me, no one else is more suitable."

Arrogant, Bai Xuan chewed the word between his lips and teeth, and had to say, "arrogant" is quite appropriate to describe him.

It is extremely arrogant to try to use the heaven and the mortal world as a chess game, and everyone in the world is a player in the game, disobeying the rules.

Before him, after him, I am afraid there will be no more.

Bai Xuan could see the end at a glance, his way back was nothing more than falling, he would be crushed by the sins he once committed, until he was smashed to pieces, from the moment he shouldered the identity of the executioner, he was already ready Prepare.He didn't feel frightened like ordinary people, he only thought it was a common thing, but Xu Lang was different, at least he still had a way out.

"Xu Lang." He called softly, attracting Xu Lang's gaze, which fell on him lightly, neither warm nor cold.

Bai Xuan hesitated for a moment, and then he said: "You go, return to the human world, and don't set foot in Kunlun again."

Xu Lang's eyes finally changed, it was anger, helplessness, sadness, hatred, disappointment, it was colder than the heavy snow in Kunlun, it was bitingly cold, Bai Xuan had never seen him angry, nor could he be angry. I can't imagine what he will be like when he is angry, I'm afraid Xu Lang doesn't know what his expression is at the moment, and a cloud is cast over Lang Ran's brows and eyes, and the smile on his lips has disappeared.

He paused every word, and forced out a sentence from between his lips: "Is this the conclusion you have pondered for many days?"

Bai Xuan stared at Xu Lang, as if deliberately trying to make him see clearly, and nodded slowly.

Xu Lang burst out laughing immediately, intermittently, broken, not like laughter, but like being stabbed in the back, bloody, and finally knew the pain, clutching the wound and sobbing, then turned around , I want to ask him why he failed this trust, "I am ridiculous, I actually really thought that you would tell me everything one day, so I think it's okay to wait."

"In the eyes of Xianjun, I am probably like an ant, with a reckless courage beyond self-control."

Bai Xuan just looked at him quietly, without saying anything, the words rolled in his throat, and he slowly swallowed them into his stomach again.

After Xu Lang finished speaking, he seemed to be tired, and his body was still full of cold air from the night, but he didn't want to look at Bai Xuan again. When passing by, Xu Lang didn't stop for half a step, and walked forward on his own, with big steps, and soon reached the gate of the courtyard, crossed the threshold, and left without looking back.

He is not without temper, being treated like this over and over again, no one can swallow his good intentions.

Bai Xuan thought, Xu Lang might not want to talk to him anymore... However, this might be the most suitable ending.

"Xu Lang." He thought about it, and whispered towards the endless snowfield, "Unlike gods, if mortals get involved, they will only end up in pieces, their souls will be scattered, and they won't even have a chance to choose. I hope, at least you can survive."

The aura of mortals is too light, like a ray of wind blowing gently, it is almost indistinguishable in the blood mist.

Bai Xuan stood for a while, the snow gradually fell, he felt a little chill, and only then was he sure that Xu Lang had really left.

He stood in the snow until his fingertips became cold and the chaos in front of his eyes became clearer, then he walked slowly past the peach blossom tree.

A few days later, Liang Kunwu followed Bai Xuan's instructions and sent Xu Lang away. Before Xu Lang left, he looked around in a pretentious manner, probably looking for Bai Xuan's figure. On the contrary, there was a little disappointment on the emotional face.

And Bai Xuan had a panoramic view of this scene, seeing Xu Lang step into the door, closed his eyes, and turned back to Xuanpu Hall.

After confirming that the small, extremely fragile mass of flesh and blood that he placed in the apse was soaked in his aura and was slowly stretching his body, as freely as it was when it was still in the mother's womb, Bai Xuan could not be sure of his own strength. The time came up with the right way.

After this little thing matures, the aura in its body will gradually dissipate.Take away what a mortal should not have, leave what a mortal should have, and then give all the rest to the creation of the world. Only in this way can he be regarded as a real mortal, who can do all the gods under the watchful eye of the law. Things that can't be done.However, he also knows that ordinary mortals cannot control the "Three Pot Moons".

Bai Xuan has not left Kunlun for a long time, and the last time he went to the mortal world, he basically had no contact with other gods.

It was rare for the executioner to come here, Laojun was a little flattered, but couldn't help wondering why he came here.

"Then, Xuanpu Xianjun." He said, "I am afraid that the Xianjun came to my fairy pavilion to catch up with me?"

Covered by a pitch-black antler mask, Laojun couldn't see the expression of this Xuanpu fairy.He has also been fortunate enough to see the face under the mask a few times, which is somewhat similar to the moon servant, warm but sharp, like the layer of frost condensed on the peach blossoms, it is a pity that this identity restrains him, and some little fairies think he is The face is terrifying, startled and frightened, and has made several jokes because of it before.

Bai Xuan didn't play tricks with him, straight to the point, and said: "I'm here to ask you for a name."

The old gentleman was startled, he looked at Bai Xuan calmly, and tentatively asked: "Could it be that the immortal wants an heir?"

Bai Xuan was noncommittal, just looked at Lao Jun, as if waiting for his reply.

"Hey." It was rare for this desolate Xuanpu Xianjun to have such thoughts.Laojun tried his best to suppress the growing curiosity in his eyes, cleared his throat, and said with a smile, "Well, in fact, it is more appropriate to calculate the name based on the fate of both parties."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Xuan's tone suddenly turned cold, and he said: "Old Lord, don't let me waste too much time."

Now that the little thought was discovered, Laojun was ashamed to ask who the other god was, so he used spiritual energy to turn the thick book in front of him, holding a pen in his right hand, dipping in ink, and holding incense in his left hand, and evened the water. After a cup of tea, he exhaled foul breath, wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, and said, "Xuanpu Immortal, well, take a look, I'll remember it for you first..."

Every immortal who is born will ask for a name in Zhuanxian Pavilion, because of the few blood relationships.

With this name, even if the auras of the parents and offspring are very different, they can tolerate each other without exclusion.

Bai Xuan thanked him, and reached out to take the piece of talisman paper. On it was a complicated pattern, which was almost the same as his real name. They were all composed of moon phases, patterns of foxes, and some obscure Sanskrit characters. , look carefully, but there is a difference.

He read it silently, "Junyao", first he opened his lips slightly, touched it lightly, then the tip of his tongue sank, and the second word came out.

Jun, Yao, if Bai Xuan remembers Xu Lang's nagging correctly, in the world, these two words have the meaning of beauty and flawlessness.

Bai Xuan waited for the group of flesh and blood that could gradually see the shape to grow a little longer, then dipped in the blood, and wrote the pattern on the talisman paper completely on the wrist bone of its left arm, drawing the aura with one stroke. Shocked, they scattered away, then hesitated, lingered for a while, as if they had sensed a familiar breath, they gathered together again, enveloping the gentle heartbeat safely.

The wrist is fine, Bai Xuan thought, this is where Sanhuyue lives, whether it is exposed or hidden, it doesn't matter.

The next thing he has to do is to wait, to wait for the coming of destruction, to completely crush him into swirling ashes.

After the destruction, there is often a new life, like a dead tree in spring, and this long heavy snow should have time to melt.