I ran away after slacking my apprentice

Zejiu was born by gathering the aura of heaven and earth.

The No.1 he saw after his birth was Mo Yuan.

Before Ze Ji became an emperor, during those thousands of years, Mo Yuan was always with him.

Ze Ji remembered that since he could remember, Mo Yuan had been by his side like a master, and the first thing he taught him was literacy.

It is said that the upper immortal world is respected by spiritual power, but the first thing Moyuan Tianzun taught was not the cultivation of spiritual power, nor the way to govern the immortal world.

He taught Zeji to write his own name.

"Ze..." Holding a pen, the young Ze was struggling to write and draw on the paper, but his own name was really complicated. He worked hard for half an hour, but he couldn't even write the first character well.

The little child wrinkled his face, his spiritual power fell on the rice paper, and he burned the rice paper clean.

"Oops!" Zeyu yelled pretending to be surprised, dropped the pen, kicked the stool away and ran towards Mo Yuan, throwing himself into Mo Yuan's arms who hadn't gotten up yet, "The paper is gone, can I stop writing?" ?”

"How did the paper disappear?" Mo Yuan clearly saw it, but asked knowingly, his expression was very calm, neither happy nor sad, and his tone was quite casual.

Such a tone is very gentle for a child. After all, Zejiu is young, and he can't hear other meanings in the tone. He thought Mo Yuan didn't know, so he tilted his head and showed a sincere smile, " I don't know either, maybe... the words are too difficult to write, and it disappears by itself."

"Really?" Mo Yuan gently pinched Zeyu's nose, "Do you believe what you say?"

"I..." Ze Ji pouted, "But my name is too difficult to write, can I write something else?"

"Then what do you want to write?" Mo Yuan let go of his hand, with unclear emotions in his eyes.

If anyone is familiar with Mo Yuan, he should know that he is not very impatient at this moment. After all, although he has taught Dijun before, he has never had such a young Dijun.

It's just that there is no one in this world who is familiar with Mo Yuan, and Ze Yu is young, so naturally he doesn't know Mo Yuan's impatience.

"I want to write..." Ze Ji smiled, and poked Mo Yuan's face with his small hand, "I want to write your name."

Mo Yuanzheng frowned because of Zeyu's bold behavior. Hearing what Zeyu said, the trace of impatience in his heart suddenly dissipated. He lowered his eyes, curious, "My name?"

"That's right!" Ze Ji thought, Tianzun's name must be simple, much simpler than his own name, and it must be easy to learn.

Mo Yuan lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, then used his spiritual power to transform a piece of rice paper in front of the two of them. The rice paper had the spell cast by Mo Yuan. .

Mo Yuan took Zeyu's hand, and holding Zeyu's hand, he wrote stroke by stroke on the rice paper.

"Mo Yuan, my name."

"Mo Yuan..." Zeyu stared at the word for a long while, um...it really is a very simple and easy to learn word, he smiled, and secretly glanced at Mo Yuan's expression from the corner of his eye.

At that time, he didn't distinguish between beauty and ugliness, he only remembered that it was a face that made him feel comfortable looking at it.

It was at that glance that Zejiu engraved the words written by Mo Yuan into his mind in countless subsequent copyings, and at the same time, he also deeply remembered that face.

Later, he learned old history, recognized characters, and understood stories. In the blink of an eye, 3000 years passed by before he realized... It turns out that he grew up like Mo Yuan, called...

"Peerless."

Ze Jin smiled, and wrote these four words on the paper. Due to the effect of spiritual power, the word disappeared after a while, as if it had never appeared before.

The place where Mo Yuan lives is outside the fairy world, even outside the Three Realms.

This place is covered with snow all year round, but it is neither cold nor hot.Mo Yuan said that this is a space he created, far away from the world, and it is also unknown to outsiders.

Naturally, Ze is not an outsider.

Together with Mo Yuan, he has lived here for many, many years.

A snowflake floated leisurely outside the window, melting on the rice paper on the case, and at the same time illuminating the person drawn on the rice paper.

That's what Mo Yuan looks like.

That snowflake probably hinted at some kind of hint. Zejiu hadn't finished painting yet. When he saw the snowflake falling, his face panicked for a moment. Then, with a sweep of his fingertips, the original painting changed its appearance and replaced it with a painting of plum blossoms in snow scene.

The scenery or the temperature here depends on Mo Yuan's mood, and the snowflakes just now represent Mo Yuan's return.

Zejiu stopped writing and ran out the door.

Sure enough, not far away, Mo Yuan came slowly from the void.

"Tianzun." There was a hint of expectation in Zeyu's tone.

Mo Yuan responded, stepping barefoot on the snow, silently.He has always been casual and ruthless, and feels that many things are constraints.Footwear is also a kind of bondage.

"Is Tianzun this time, because of the will of heaven, to deal with some affairs?" Ze Ji went up to meet him. The old boy had just grown up, his face was between immature and mature, and when he was looking at a certain person intently , those eyes are quite innocent.

No dust.

"Yeah." Mo Yuan carried the breath of the upper fairy world all over his body, which was a little cold.

In fact, no matter whether it is the Upper Immortal Realm or the Three Realms, Mo Yuan just dealt with it according to the will of heaven. There is nothing that he can miss, but he has seen a lot, and some things can even make him worry.

For example, Mo Yuan felt very uncomfortable looking at the affairs handled this time, if it wasn't because of You Ze...

The boredom in Mo Yuan's heart completely disappeared after seeing Ze Yu's focused eyes. He raised his hand as he did many years ago, and touched the top of Ze Yu's head familiarly.

Just stretching out his hand, Mo Yuan came back to his senses, that's right, Zejiu is no longer a child, now 3000 years have passed, if counted by Fan Chen's age, it should be.

If so, such close actions are inappropriate.

Thinking about it, Mo Yuan withdrew his hand, but was quickly held by Ze Yu.

Seemingly unintentional, Zejiu held Mo Yuan's hand and placed it on top of his head, his brows and eyes were bent, and a smile spread across his face.

With such an innocent face, Mo Yuan had no doubts, he lowered his eyes, rubbed Ze Yu's head like he did when he was young, walked into the room without saying a word.

After Mo Yuan and Ze Jin passed by, in a corner that Mo Yuan couldn't see, the smile on Ze Jin's face stopped. .

It has been 3000 years, how can he, as the emperor chosen by heaven, keep his youthful innocence forever?

After entering the room, Mo Yuan saw the painting on the desk by Ze Ji at a glance.

"Plum blossoms?" Mo Yuan took the painting and looked at it carefully for a moment, the spiritual power on the painting was bright for a moment, he just pretended not to see it, and said again: "Do you like plum blossoms?"

"Yeah." Zeyu was a little nervous. With Mo Yuan's spiritual power, if he saw through Zeyu's disguise on the painting and knew that Zeyu painted Mo Yuan when he was free, would he...

Zeyu clenched his fingertips slightly, a little afraid to look at Mo Yuan's back.

"If you like it, I'll give it to you." Mo Yuan put down the painting, and with a wave of spiritual power, the scenery outside the room suddenly changed dramatically.

Ze Ji's gaze was only focused on the painting that Mo Yuan put down, he was relieved, but luckily he didn't see it.

"Aren't you going to take a look?" Mo Yuan turned around, casually nodding Ze Ji's eyebrows as he did when he was a child.

"Ah..." Zeyu realized, "Let's go!"

As soon as Ze Jifu went out, his eyes were full of plum red, and the vastness in the snow was the color of plum blossoms.

Mo Yuan transformed the plum forest Baili for him, mixed with the white snow in the sky, shining brightly under the sunlight.

Zejiu had never seen such a beautiful scene, so Dang even ran over happily.

He swam in the plum grove, smelling the plum fragrance that filled his heart. The plum fragrance was like Mo Yuan, cold and intoxicating, but it made him intoxicated.

"Tianzun!" Ze Ji smiled and beckoned to Mo Yuan who was in the distance. He was holding a plum blossom, snow fell on his slender and fair fingertips, and he looked pale for no reason.

Mo Yuan just watched indifferently, showing no emotion on his face all year round, but when he heard Ze Jiong's call, he stopped for a moment, and finally walked over.

"Are you so happy?" Mo Yuan raised his hand to stroke the white snow that was inadvertently stained on the top of Ze Yu's head, but Ze Yu sent the plum blossom forward and pinned it in Mo Yuan's hair.

Mo Yuan was slightly taken aback.

Such a move is really too presumptuous.

But Zejiu's eyes were filled with a smile, a sincere smile, "Tianzun is like this, it really looks good!"

When Ze Ji drew Mo Yuan's appearance on the paper, he was thinking that Mo Yuan was always so detached and cold, just like plum blossoms, growing on the branches and out of reach.

But even if it is far away, Meixiang can still be transmitted to the heart, leaving an immortal memory.

Mo Yuan's fingertips froze on Ze Jin's hair, and the next moment he withdrew his hand, but it was hanging in his sleeve, hidden under the silver robe.

Seeing that Mo Yuan remained silent for a long time, Ze Ji was in a good mood and didn't care about Mo Yuan's change. Instead, he picked a bunch of plum blossoms.

He held Mo Yuan's hand, and stuffed the plum blossom into Mo Yuan's palm.

"Tianzun, this plum blossom...do you like it?" Zeyu asked expectantly.

Mo Yuan lowered his eyes and glanced at the fingertips he and Zeyu were holding.He naturally knew that Zejiu's plum blossoms were not ordinary plum blossoms, and perhaps Xu Zejiu was not asking about the appearance of the plum blossoms, but even if he knew, some things were just like the plum blossoms...

Water Moon Mirror Flower, just an illusion.

Mo Yuan frowned, and moved his fingertips slightly, only to find that Ze Yu was holding it tightly, using spiritual power.

Mo Yuan paused, and looked at Ze Ji silently.

After a while, he said: "Now that you have accomplished something in your studies, when will you return to the Upper Immortal Realm?"

Going back to the Immortal Realm meant that Zejiu would ascend the throne, and once he became a real emperor, Zejiu might not see Mo Yuan when he ruled the Upper Immortal Realm.

"Why are you talking about this suddenly..." Zeyu looked away, "Tianzun really overestimated me, I can't even remember the laws of the fairy world, and my spiritual power is not as strong as Tianzun..."

Ze Ji simply turned around, "Tianzun will teach me some more time."

Ze Ji said, regardless of whether Mo Yuan answered, he dragged Mo Yuan to run deep into the plum forest.

While running, Zejiu didn't notice that the plum blossoms he gave to Moyuan seemed to melt. It was an illusion after all. Once it left the branch, it would be difficult to maintain it with spiritual power.

Feeling the disappearance of plum blossoms, Mo Yuan lowered his head for a look, but what he saw was not only plum blossoms, but also Zejiu's fingertips that refused to let go.

Zejiu's white fingertips were warm, and they were soft when they were held in the palm. This kind of softness is not what an emperor should have.

but……

Mo Yuan stared at the fingertips, his spiritual power condensed and poured into the dissipated plum blossoms again.

He maintained the original appearance of plum blossoms.