I ran away after slacking my apprentice

When he ran to the end of the plum grove, Ze Ji finally let go of Mo Yuan's hand, his fingertips still had the warmth of Mo Yuan's palm, and even the scent of plum blossoms, a little bit reluctant.

"So soon..." Mo Yuan is about to be released so soon. After today, the scene of the plum grove, and the joyful mood in the plum grove, I don't know when I will have it.

"If you like it, this Merlin will always be yours."

"Really?" Zejiu heard that Mo Yuan made such an exception for the first time. Before that, he remembered that Mo Yuan had clearly said that he only liked snow scenes.

"En." Mo Yuan responded lightly, holding the plum blossom in his palm, and smoothed Zejiu's slightly messy hair like that, "You have made up your mind that you want to stay by my side? But I have nothing to teach you." It's yours, why don't you talk about it, what do you want me to teach you?"

Mo Yuan straightened the hair and pinned it behind Ze Ji's ears, and what was entangled between the hair was not only Mo Yuan's seemingly unintentional movements, but also the heat of Mo Yuan's fingertips.

Although the heat was not high, the touch of the fingertips still made Ze Ji feel a little distracted. He was inexperienced after all, but with such a simple action, his earlobes were red.

"Teach...the laws of the fairy world..." Zeyu said something absent-mindedly.

Mo Yuan didn't care too much, so he agreed.

The action of straightening the hair lasted for a long time, Mo Yuan was very leisurely, seeing any unevenness, he continued to straighten it, which made Ze Yu frequently distracted. In the end, Ze Yu only felt that the fragrance of plum blossoms became stronger, and he couldn't help but look up.

But he saw Mo Yuan's rather alienated face.

There is no warmth at all.

Why don't you laugh?This was the first thought that popped into Zeji's mind.

When he thought about it carefully, he seemed to have never seen Mo Yuan smile.

Suddenly, he asked, "Tianzun, why... have you never smiled at me?"

"No?" Mo Yuan said casually.

In fact, Mo Yuan's words are strange, he lived side by side with the Dao of Heaven, and has existed in this world for many years, even he can't remember what it looks like to laugh.

But since Zeji asked so...

Mo Yuan slightly hooked his lips, revealing a faint smile.

Very shallow, but beautiful.

It's like when the plum blossoms are blooming, there is no warmth at the moment before the snow falls, and when the snow falls on the branches, the warmth should dissipate.

But even if it was short, the smile was unforgettable, and Zeyu was stunned for a moment, but subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch Mo Yuan's eyebrows.

That kind of smile bloomed for him alone.

He raised his hand to mid-air, but was held by Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan's expression turned cold for a moment, and there was no smile in his eyes anymore.

"I..." Zeyu knew that he had overstepped the rules, and withdrew his hand guiltily, "I just think that Tianzun should smile more."

"Is that all?" Mo Yuan warned in a tone of voice.

"Yes." Zeyu lowered his gaze.

"Got it." Mo Yuan turned around after finishing speaking.

Zejiu could only see the back of Mo Yuan leaving, but he didn't know, it was because of his words that Tianzun, who was the same age as Tiandao, really smiled from now on, whether it was alienated, gentle, or sincere... smile.

Zeyu is going to return to the fairyland after all.

The excuses he said couldn't last long, and he stayed with Mo Yuan for another 300 years just by using those excuses.

And 300 years later, the emperor of the Shangxian Realm fell, and all the immortals went to the Jiutiantai to petition.

On the day Zejiu left Mo Yuan's residence, Mo Yuan personally sent Zejiu to the imperial palace.

The misty fairy world is very strange to Ze Ji, he watched Mo Yuan turn and leave, and finally couldn't help it, stepped forward to hold Mo Yuan's hand.

"Tianzun." Zeyu said cautiously, "We...I mean, will Tianzun come to see me in the future?"

Mo Yuan struggled, but Ze refused to let go, he simply turned around, "The three realms are vast, if there is a destiny, we will meet again."

"You lied to me!" Zeyu's fingertips trembled slightly, "I know that Tianzun has never been in the Three Realms, and you don't like coming to the Immortal Realm, right?"

"Now that I know..." Mo Yuan frowned, looking at Ze Yu's fair fingertips, he paused suddenly, but finally said, "Let go of me."

"You just hope that... do I let you go?" Zeyu's eyes turned red instantly, and he thought of the time when he and Mo Yuan had been companions for thousands of years. From ignorance to the beginning of his life, he was always given by Mo Yuan. of.

"I always remember the days you taught me, for more than 3000 years, I...I remember all of them." Zeyu choked up, looking at Mo Yuan, "I know that Tianzun has a high status, and I also know that Tianzun is only because I am the future. Dijun, that's why you taught me, but..."

Ze Ji frowned, he tried to suppress his voice, and exhausted the greatest courage at the moment, "But I am different... I regard Tianzun as my sweetheart! I...I want to ask Tianzun, in the past In more than 3000 years, have you ever had a moment for me..."

"Dijun." Mo Yuan interrupted him, and that statement was already the best proof, "As an emperor, you should be worried about going to the fairy world. , the emperor will see all kinds of immortals, so don't waste your time on me."

Ze Ji was not reconciled, he still refused to let go of Mo Yuan's hand, and only hurriedly said: "Then what if I'm not the emperor?"

"There is no if." Mo Yuan cut off all possibilities with one sentence.

The way of heaven decides Zejiu to be the emperor, no matter what the future holds, Zejiu must shoulder his responsibilities.

Ze Ji should put the above immortal world first, and should not say such dejected words for Mo Yuan.

As for Mo Yuan, he lives in the same life as the Dao of Heaven, so if he is emotional, it is the same as Dao of Heaven, and his affection is biased, not to mention that Ze Ji is an emperor. If Mo Yuan really complies with Ze Ji's request, the heart of Dao will be biased upward that day. Fairyland.

The way of heaven must be fair, just as the Three Realms must be balanced, this is the biggest gap between Mo Yuan and Ze Ji.

It's a pity that Ze didn't know about this gap, even if he knew, the current him would not be able to listen to it.

He watched Mo Yuan forcefully move away his hand little by little, obviously without using spiritual power, but when his fingertips were completely removed by Mo Yuan, he still felt the pain in his heart.

"Mo Yuan!" It was the first time he called Mo Yuan's name so formally, but he looked at Mo Yuan's back.

Tears streamed down his eyes, and he said softly, "Do you really... want me to become a... Monarch who will devote himself to the Upper Immortal Realm, and the peace of the Three Realms, before dying?"

Are you really... refusing to look back at me?

There were clouds and mist in Mo Yuan's eyes, but he saw Zeyu's face full of tears in the clouds and mist. Such a sad appearance, I am afraid it is really painful, right?

Mo Yuan narrowed his eyes, and he smiled toward the cloud, alienated and gentle, but mixed with a touch of sadness.

Tianzun, has never been sad for anyone.

Mo Yuan didn't answer, and Ze Ji didn't see that smile.

This moment of silence is the best answer.

Zeyu understood.

"Then I..." Zeyu's whole heart was painfully gouged out, "This emperor...has been taught by Tianzun for many years, but he has not been able to do his best. Now that today's Zun is about to travel far away, this emperor is grateful for the past, and can call Tianzun... ...Master?"

His voice was trembling unbelievably, but he was still trying to control his emotions. Ze Ji, who was so wronged, was not at all as high-spirited as he was when he was young.

Mo Yuan sighed silently.

In the future, he will not be able to accompany him anymore, so it doesn't matter if he is called a master, after all, the Lord of the Upper Immortal Realm shouldn't respect anyone as a teacher.

"Emperor." Mo Yuan concentrated his spiritual power on his fingertips, and disappeared without a trace in the next moment, "Take care."

The last words came through the clouds and mist, so clear that they could be blown away by a gust of wind, very much like the temperament of Mo Yuan and Ze Yu when they first met.

out of reach.

Zejiu looked at the direction Mo Yuan left for a long time, then suddenly gave a wry smile, with unfinished tears remaining in his eyes, which wet his slender eyelashes.

No one knows how long Zejiu stood alone in the imperial palace that day. They only know that after the emperor's enthronement ceremony is over, the former high-spirited Zejiu will never come back. The Lord of the Upper Immortal Realm, Emperor Hao.

According to the rumors, Emperor Hao is strong, with clear rewards and punishments. He has never made a mistake for thousands of years, and his prestige and achievements are also increasing day by day. There is no one before and no one to come after.

For the sake of the emperor's words when Mo Yuan left, he made this identity to the fullest. He forced himself for thousands of years, with the exception of one day, which was his birthday.

The emperor's birthday comes once every 300 years, at the same time as the banquet in the upper immortal world. In the past, it was always a big event, but when it came to Emperor Hao, it was cancelled.

Immortals say that Emperor Hao is so simple that he doesn't even bother to organize birthday banquets, but no one knows that every time Emperor Hao reaches his birthday, he will dismiss all the guards outside the emperor's palace. In the imperial palace, a book table was transformed.

Thousands of sheets of rice paper are spread on the case, and he draws with a brush.

The painting is of plum blossoms, the scene of plum blossoms in the snow.

He didn't draw Mo Yuan's appearance, but every time he drew a pen, he was thinking of Mo Yuan.

The bunch of plum blossoms came from the rice paper, and even the ink sprinkled casually was calling Mo Yuan's name.

For tens of thousands of years, every time Zejiu paints, he always thinks of a plum grove outside the Three Realms in the past. That was the first time he saw Mo Yuanxiao, and it was also the last time.

Suddenly, the rice paper was scattered all over the ground by the wind blowing into the imperial palace.

Ze Ji broke the brush in his hand, and with a flash of spiritual power, the painting disappeared without a trace along with the wind blowing in.

It was so lonely.

Ze Jin destroyed the Fang Shu case, his expression was as alienated as that of Mo Yuan in the past, and he left the imperial palace in a blink of an eye.

There is a Bodhi tree in the Upper Immortal Realm, and Zejiu would go to sit under that Bodhi tree every time he was in trouble.

The bodhi tree, which has been deposited for tens of thousands of years, inexplicably has the power to make him feel at ease.

The emperor's robe passed over the mirror under the tree, reflecting Ze Ji's lonely shadow for thousands of years like a day.

Ripples appeared on the mirror, and even the bodhi tree felt the sadness of the emperor today.

"Are you crying?" Zejiu raised his hand to caress the tree trunk.He was asking Bodhi, and he was also asking himself.

However, as an emperor, since Mo Yuan left, he has not cried for tens of millions of years.

It seems that I don't know how to vent this feeling of longing.

The bodhi tree branch shook, but did not answer Zeyu's question, but when it shook, the green leaves fell, which happened to land at Zeyu's feet.

Ze Ji looked along the leaves, and suddenly a Dead Sea was reflected under the mirror.