The bright moon sits on the ground

Xu Lang still remembers, when he stepped into Kunlun, he was unreasonably pushed by Bai Xuan to replace Langfeng Xianjun. At that time, he was still secretly calculating in his heart, thinking about how to destroy Their "conspiracy" then left Kunlun and fled back to the world.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of the unpredictable fate that this life becomes meaningful.

If it were him at that time, I'm afraid I would never have imagined that one day, he would be sent away from Kunlun, but he would travel across thousands of mountains and rivers, and he would go back to the devastated heaven. Muddy water,? In this silent heaven... raising children.

Xu Lang lazily leaned on the soft couch, yawned, and unconsciously shook his wrists, causing the palm-leaf fan to send a breeze.

Junyao was sleeping, a limp mass, nestled in the silk quilt, as if it would turn into a puddle of water when it was baked by the scalding hot wind.

He held a piece of cold jade in his small palm, and the round knuckles were slightly red. The dream gradually fell into the depths, and his fingers gradually loosened. The jade was hanging like this, looking like it was about to fall. And the wrinkled little face has gradually stretched out, the eyes are clear and beautiful, and the lips are thin, from his face, a bit of Bai Xuan's childhood appearance can be vaguely glimpsed.

Xu Lang has always had a bad sleep pattern, and he also has self-knowledge. He was afraid that he would kick Junyao out of bed if he fell into a drowsy sleep, so he moved a soft couch to the side of the bed, and slept on the couch on weekdays. Now Kunlun has entered midsummer , The heat wave was rolling, so he shook the cattail fan to drive away the heat.

Seeing that Junyao was completely asleep, Xu Lang rubbed his sore wrist, got off the couch, and walked to the window in a few steps.

The windows are open. Kunlun Mountain is not like the world. In summer, there are no mosquitoes or noisy cicadas. It is completely silent and a paradise in the world. The most leisurely and clean time.

He put his palm on the window sill, and with the help of his wrist, he climbed up the window sill, half leaned against the window, and looked sideways at the scene outside the window.

The evening wind is heavy, as soft as a tulle, enveloping the entire Kunlun Mountains in it, swimming in misty clouds and smoke, looking from a distance, the flowers of Langfengcen are dotted in it, dizzying the meandering colors, It is one of the few colors in the dark night.

Xu Lang was amazed that amid all the troubles and troubles, there was still a moment of leisure that he could find this night.

He supported one leg, with his elbow resting on his knee, and his wrist naturally drooped, pulling the cattail fan and flapping it on his calf.

It's hard to say what made him interested. Most of the time, a momentary impulse doesn't need a reason. Maybe it's because the situation and the scene can be used for wine, creating an atmosphere that can make people slightly drunk. That's why Xu Lang raised his hand, Caressing the breeze, while humming softly.

This is when he was heading to Kunlun, he happened to be traveling with a coachman on the way, and the coachman kept humming a little song.

Xu Lang's nostrils were filled with the smell of haystacks, as well as the damp smell of the approaching rain. Looking up, there were fires and faint loud noises on the dome from time to time, and he asked the old coachman with a smile, if he could teach Teach him how to sing this song.

The driver's accent was very heavy, not pure Lin'an dialect. Xu Lang heard him sing it again, and then he heard it clearly.

"Heaven and earth are the masters of all things." The Kunlun breeze is sleepy, with the unique coolness of the night, dragging people's consciousness to the depths of the darkness. Although Xu Lang is also a little sleepy and yawns unceasingly, but He didn't want to just sleep like this, he took advantage of that unreasonable impulse, and hummed a song in a low voice, "The man of time, the passer-by of a hundred generations, but life is like a dream, how much for joy..."

The green leaves whirled and were sent into his palm by the wind, and he would not refuse anyone who came. He grabbed the leaf and put it to his lips. A melody as smooth as water leaked out from between the trembling leaves, bringing a profound feeling. The feeling of solemnity, but also a bit free and easy.

After such a leisurely time lasted for a while, Xu Lang felt a light gaze on him.

He picked up the leaf stems, turned the leaves, and turned his head to look at the end of his line of sight——Sure enough, the child on the bed woke up at some point, his eyes were as dark as midnight, but they were decorated with starlight, not completely black, transparent Bright, looking straight at him.

"Hey," Xu Lang felt a feeling of remorse in his heart. He touched the tip of his nose and said, "Are you awake?"

After Xu Lang finished speaking, he let go of his hand and let the leaf float away with the breeze, then he jumped off the window sill, turned around and covered the window, then walked to the bed, pushed the soft couch away, and leaned over to see the softness on the bed. The child, trying to coax him to sleep, "Go to sleep for a while."

His little sister was very noisy when she was at this age, babbling and asking for this and that, wanting to hold shiny things in her hands, but Junyao was different, he seldom spoke, almost never Make a sound, quietly, like a piece of jade in the rough.

Of course, he would still cry and fuss, although it was only two or three times, but he finally looked like a child.

Junyao said softly, looking still sleepy, he stretched out his hand, and Xu Lang moved closer, so that small palm patted the corner of his mouth, without much force, Xu Lang Comprehending, she held his wrist and put him back on the bed.

"Okay, then I'll sing it to you again, and you can go to sleep after listening." Xu Lang laughed, "You still have to catch Zhou tomorrow."

He just lay on the bed like this, the evening wind outside the window was blowing, blowing the grass and trees, making soft rustling sounds, while Xu Lang closed his eyes, humming the song that had been sung so many times by so many people, until Junyao on the bed fell into a drowsy dream again.

Not long after, Xu Lang also fell into a deep sleep, had no dreams all night, and after waking up, he tiptoedly left Langfeng Cen.

In fact, the matter of catching Zhou should be grand and vigorous. However, due to Junyao's special status, other gods in this world don't know his existence, so only Xu Lang and Liang Kunwu can be the witnesses of this scene By.

Some time ago, Liang Kunwu heard about this from him, put down the hammer in his hand that was endlessly hammering the weapon, wiped the thin sweat from his chin, and expressed his opinion very rarely, "After he returned to the mortal world, , won’t remember these things, you should know.”

He won't remember you and me, he won't remember what you have paid for it, and he won't remember the ritual of grasping the week.

"Of course I know." Xu Lang smiled and said, "But you should also know that this matter is very important to ordinary people."

Liang Kunwu just took a deep look at him, the emotions in his eyes were obscure and difficult to understand, Xu Lang thought, maybe he wouldn't understand either.

After all, this matter was decided by Xu Lang just like that. When Junyao's first birthday finally came, he went to the Kunlun Palace while it was still early, and discussed with Liang Kunwu what to do in the palace. What was placed in front of Junyao—Of course, most of the time it was Xu Lang who was talking, Liang Kunwu was listening, Xu Lang talked for a while, and finally asked him how he was, and he said yes.

After Junyao woke up, she was in a daze, so she was carried by Xu Lang to wash and wash carefully, and changed into new clothes.

He didn't struggle at all, he was rounded and flattened by others, his eyes were slightly squinted, and the heavy sleepiness seemed to be still settled on his eyelids, until Xu Lang fished him out of the water and wiped him clean Body, Junyao is fully awake now.

Then, Xu Lang fed Junyao some liquid food.He probably knows what a child of this age should eat, but it is a pity that there are things in the mortal world that cannot be found in this fairy world, so he can only forcefully feed him something that can satisfy his hunger. Xu Lang understands that over time, even though Jun Yao In the future, he will be able to do things like divination, sending ghosts, and drawing symbols like a fish in water, but his body will be thinner than his peers.

There are too many things that make him feel sad, and this is just one of them.

After Junyao had eaten and drank enough, Xu Lang carried him into the side hall, squatted down, and put him on the thick and warm carpet.

In front of him, there was a silver plate, which was different from the ordinary "Zhou Zhou" in the world. There were no seals, scriptures, pens, ink, paper, inkstone, abacus, food, etc. on the silver plate. Instead, there were three things: a wooden box from Xuanpu Hall containing the three pots of moon; a cold weapon from Kunlun Palace; and a book from Lang Fengcen.

That book is crumpled and has no cover. The text in it is very obscure to an adult. It was written by Xu Lang word by word, recording what he has learned from those gods for decades. Things that come to mind, such as astrology and divination.

As for the skills of sending ghosts and drawing talismans, they were too dangerous for a mortal, so he didn't record them.

And Liang Kunwu stood aside with his arms folded, Junyao looked at him with her small face up, and he just nodded as a signal.

"Junyao, listen carefully." Xu Lang slowly retreated to Liang Kunwu's side, and reminded, "You have to choose one among them."

Without knowing it, Junyao looked at Xu Lang inwardly, and after confirming that Xu Lang really had no intention of coming over, he slowly turned his gaze to look at the three things on the silver plate.Xu Lang thought, his little head probably couldn't figure out what the purpose of this was.

The gentle warm wind passed through the hall, and the clustered flowers pressed down the branches, and when they heard the sound of the wind, they fell happily.

After that, they waited for a long time, so long that Xu Lang almost thought that Junyao had fallen asleep, and he couldn't help but want to speak, but at this moment, Junyao suddenly made a movement, he staggered a few steps, stretched out A short, thin arm appeared, as if about to touch something.

Xu Lang immediately held his breath, that moment seemed to be stretched very long, and every tiny movement became slow.

What will he take?Is it the three pots of moon left by Bai Xuan, the weapon of Liang Kunwu, or the book written by Xu Lang?

Junyao didn't keep Xu Lang waiting for too long, and quickly gave the answer—he had just walked out a few steps, slipped on his feet, and fell straight to the ground, the silver plate clattered and made a crisp sound, and he was shocked. Xu Lang almost jumped up, but after he ran over in three steps at a time, he found that the moment the child fell down, he grabbed all three things into his arms.

Liang Kunwu didn't know what Zhu Zhou meant, and in his opinion, it didn't seem surprising.

However, Xu Lang laughed suddenly, shaking his shoulders, and couldn't stop laughing, so Liang Kunwu looked sideways frequently, not knowing what he was laughing at, and then he saw Xu Lang go over to pick Junyao up, and said with a smile : "Okay, then I will give you all."