Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

Wuxi Jiuling, Tianshui Pavilion.

Mo Ran, who was practicing meditation, suddenly opened his eyes, and his brows were as cold as a sword drawn: "Who!"

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The blood-red sword body stabbed behind him with a backhand. The seemingly simple sword was wrapped in an extremely fierce murderous aura, and the collision of spiritual energy made the sound of metal and stone colliding.

"That's right." Jimo Qing lowered his eyes, the position blocked by the fan was just stabbed to the throat by the blade of the sword, it can be seen that the man who uses the sword has a sharp and decisive technique.

Mo Ran was surprised: "Brother, why is it you!"

Realizing that his sword was still touching the fan, he immediately retracted his sheath and saluted respectfully: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you..."

Jimo Qing squinted, stopped him with a look, and touched the position of the fan that was touched by the ink-ran sword just now with his fingertips, and asked in a gentle voice: "Is Master awake?"

Mo Ran shook his head: "It's been half an hour since I woke up last time, and I've been sleeping for two days now."

Wuxi Jiuling belongs to a hidden sect that has not been handed down to the world, and among the ten sects of cultivating immortals, there are not five who know its existence.

"Two days..." Jimo Qing put away the fan, said with a smile, "That should be about the same, I'm about to wake up." As soon as the words fell, Jimo Qing seemed to feel something, and raised his eyes to look into the distance.

Mo Ran said in surprise: "Brother, look."

Within a hundred miles of Wuxi Jiuling, the spring is endless, and the flowers and trees are flourishing. Only a thousand-year-old tree planted in the courtyard of Tianshui Pavilion has no leaves, no flowers, no fruits for ten years, and its head is full of dead branches. withered and withered.

But now, as if in a dream, the dead branches sprouted new shoots and green leaves. In an instant, the dead trees were in spring, and the dense leaves brought new life to the dead trees, and slowly bloomed purple flowers. The wind blows the purple butterflies all over the sky, and finally turns into trees full of crystal clear purple fruits.

When the flowers bloom and bear fruit in the future, the time has come.

"Eldest brother, Master said when he was sleeping in seclusion that once this tree blossoms and bears fruit, it will be the day when he really wakes up!" Mo Ran always had a young and old dull face, showing a happy smile like a child.

Jimo Qing lowered his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips: "Let's go..."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into Tianshui Pavilion, and pushed open the door.

In the spacious bedroom, on the bed carved out of thousands of years of ice, there was originally a person lying there, and he had been lying there for ten years.

Although for a cultivator, ten years is just a blink of the finger, but for a mortal with no cultivation, these ten years have consumed his most youthful lifespan.

That is the master of Wuxi Jiuling, Wu Li.

"Eldest brother, where is the master!!" Mo Ran glanced at the bedroom, his face paled in shock: "I came in this morning, and I saw the master is still there!!" Could it be that someone stole the master's body?

Jimoqing's long and narrow black eyes flicked across the room, and stopped at the window connecting the corridor. Suddenly, he closed his fan, tapped his eyebrows, and sighed, "Is today a lunar eclipse day?"

I don't know why the big brother asked this suddenly, Mo Ran was stunned for a while but replied respectfully and habitually: "Yes."

After finishing speaking, he hesitated for a while, and asked hesitantly, "Eldest senior brother, don't you think that Master just woke up and went out by himself?"

Mo Ran thinks it shouldn't be. Shouldn't the master wake up the first time to notify them?And what does this have to do with eclipse days?

Jimoqing flicked his robes and walked out, Mo Ran thought for a while, and still followed him, but in the blink of an eye, Jimoqing's figure disappeared within the scope of his pursuit.

Mo Ran frowned lightly, is the elder brother not letting him follow?

The lunar eclipse day is just an ordinary day for people from other sects, but it is indeed a special day for Wu Li, the master of Wuxi Jiuling.

Jimo Qing's eyes flickered, it was no wonder that Wu Li would choose to really wake up today.

When he arrived at the destination, he saw a man with full hair sitting beside the stone bench with his back facing him, looking up at the waning moon on the top of the cave.

The silvery moonlight poured in from the top of the cave, lighting up the fluorescent stones inlaid on the walls of the dark cave.Like the weak light of a firefly, it illuminates the entire cave.

"You're here." Wu Li turned around slowly, with an ordinary face, but a pair of purple pupils that charm all living beings, with just one gaze, as if piercing through the entire soul.

Wu Li closed his eyes and smiled slightly: "I knew that Ah Mo would definitely come, come and have a drink with me." As he spoke, he patted the clean stone bench beside him.

Jimoqing approached silently, took out a white jade porcelain bottle from her storage bag, and said, "Your favorite is Baihuaniang."

Wu Li still kept his eyes closed, and said happily, "Ah Mo really understands me best."

Jimo Qing looked at his closed eyes and said, "You don't need to close your eyes in front of me."

Wu Li opened the wine bottle, smelled it, took a sip, sighed comfortably, slowly opened his eyes, his smile was still gentle and intoxicating, his purple pupils reflected Jimo Qing's figure, and said with a smile: "I almost forgot, Ah Mo I know what I should know, even if I want to see it, I can’t see it.”

Jimo Qing took out the wine glass from the storage bag again, the mask-like gentle and amiable smile on the very handsome face has long since disappeared, leaving only indifference, those black eyes that are romantic and sentimental, even contain the lingering With a terrified sharp edge and thin lips, he said slowly: "Is this what you said before, is it inevitable?"

Wu Li picked up the wine glass and took a sip. His purple pupils seemed to be shining with eternal light, and he squinted, "Ah Mo, you know, I never believe in fate."

Jimoqing snorted, half ironic: "You are a person who sees through the secrets, but you say you don't believe in fate."

Wu Li dipped his fingertips in the wine, and wrote the word "Gu" on the smooth stone table. He rested his chin with his hands, and his purple eyes seemed to be misty because of drunkenness: "This is what I did back then. your words."

Jimoqing: "Yes. But back then you refused to say what kind of changes this word would bring. You only said that he was someone who could help me."

Wu Li's voice was ethereal, and she murmured like a dream: "Ah Mo...I told you...you don't need to believe in such things as fate, but unfortunately, neither you nor I can escape this destined ending."

Jimo Qing's eyes were dark, the moon in the sky had been swallowed up by the lunar eclipse, leaving only a bowl of black moon, it was inexplicably chilling.

After a long time, Qing Jimo chuckled shortly: "I won't regret it."

Time seemed to stand still because of his words, and to speed up the passage of time because of his words.

"Ah Mo, do you know? I think you are very similar to me." Wu Li's mouth curled up with a sad arc: "Think about it, you chose this path yourself..."

Don't be like me, only when you lose, you will know what it means to lose.