Xianjun is seeking reconciliation every day

An Yue felt his whole body lighten up. He seemed to be able to stand beside the stone bed, silently looking at the two people who fell together and hugged each other tightly.

He didn't feel the cold, he thought: am I already dead?

After watching silently for a while, he turned around and walked out of the cave. The cliff cave was still covered with ice and snow, but the barrier seemed to be gone.He walked out of the hole easily.

The sound of the flute came from afar, and he followed the sound until he came to the beach yesterday.

On a reef by the sea, Mo Li was sitting there, he stretched out his arm, a cut was made on his arm, blood was dripping from the wound, a large number of firebirds surrounded the reef, scrambling to get away To catch the dripping blood, although they competed endlessly with each other, fearing to fall behind, none of them dared to touch that person's skin, and they were very conscious, flying away immediately after receiving a drop, never greedy for more.

Although An Yue felt that the scene was weird, he was not afraid in his heart. He walked forward. When he passed by, the fire birds crowded to both sides, giving way to the passage in the middle. An Yue was able to walk straight to Mo Li. beside.

"You're here." Mo Li didn't turn his head, but focused on the blood dripping from his wrist.

"What are you doing?" An Yue asked.

"Do you know what is the most painful thing for a person?"

An Yue thought of the bone-chilling cold before his death, and it was really painful; thinking of Cang Nan who sacrificed her life to protect herself, and now she is probably dead, she also felt very painful.But he didn't say anything, he just asked calmly, "What is it?"

"You can never get what you want; you can't get rid of what you don't want. Neither dead nor alive, neither human nor ghost, wandering alone in this world, do you think it hurts?" Mo Li said quietly .

An Yue followed his words and thought for a while, it seemed that she was really in pain.But why does his pain implicate him and Cang Nan, he is fine with his own pain, why treat other people's lives like nothing.

Thinking of this, An Yue felt angry: "My Taoist companion and I have no grudges against you in the past, and have no grudges in recent days. Why do you treat us like this, just because you are the only Mahayana monk in the world today?"

"He burned half of the fire birds I raised to death. Do you think he should be punished?"

An Yue looked at the bright red fire hunting birds crowded under the reef: "Are these raised by you? But even so, it is not a reason for you to take life and death, and this island is not yours! You are the master of the birds. Restrain them, not allow them to hurt people."

"Don't say that I protruded from the bottom of the sea for this island, even the cliff cave where you slept with that kid was dug out on a whim. When did you wantonly break into other people's homes and burn and kill Qiangba, it became so reasonable gone?"

"You..." An Yue became angry for a while. Although he is a Mahayana monk and has the ability to overturn mountains and seas, these are all his one-sided remarks. An Yue feels that he cannot be entangled by him.

Seeing his blood still dripping down, An Yue thought to himself, is he going to drain his blood dry?Did he not want to live anymore, so he brought two juniors to back him up?

An Yue noticed that Mo Li's face seemed to be older than what he saw in the cave. His face, which had no wrinkles before, was now covered with fine lines. He looked like he was five or sixty years old, which matched his old voice much better.

"What are you doing?" An Yue asked again.

Mo Li finally put away his wrist, just wiped it, and the wound healed.He said to the surrounding birds: "Come here today, go."

Although the fire hunting birds that didn't get blood seemed unwilling, they finally flew away one by one. Soon, a large red cloud rose and disappeared at the end of the sea.The beach returned to calm, as if nothing had happened since he and Cang Nan arrived yesterday.

"Everyone wants to achieve Mahayana cultivation, and everyone is eager to ascend, but what's the use of Mahayana, and what's the use of ascending, if you want to leave you, you will always leave you."

An Yue couldn't understand his ramblings, but looking at the situation, it seemed that he was letting go of the blood in his body to let his original cultivation base go back, as he himself said, neither Mahayana nor ascension.

Mo Li suddenly turned his head to look at him. His face was already full of wrinkles, and he was at least ten years older than before. He looked vicissitudes and frailty. He showed a puzzled look: "Boy, don't you practice the secret of the red dress?" Do you want to steal his cultivation? You have not combined with him at all, so you are supposed to be a false Taoist couple, but why do you two want to die for each other, and look like a true Taoist couple?"

An Yue thought to himself that he already knew his secret anyway, so he said calmly: "It's true that I wanted to seize my cultivation before, and it's true that I'm a true Taoist now."

Mo Li snorted and said, "The old man hasn't walked around in this world for many years, and he doesn't understand the tricks of you little fellows, so don't fool me."

An Yue also chuckled, thinking that he was already dead, so why should he be deceived.

Mo Li asked again: "Before? Don't you want to now? Isn't it your goal to cultivate Mahayana? Isn't it your goal to realize Hongshang's long-cherished wish to destroy the Tianyan Sect?"

Destroy Tian Yanzong?

An Yue squinted his eyes and quickly caught the information here. It seemed that Mo Li didn't know that the Spiritual Cleansing Formation was exhausted and urgently needed to be restarted. He thought that he was striving for Mahayana cultivation to destroy Tian Yanzong.etc!He said that this was the long-cherished wish of the saint in red clothes. As far as he knew, the saint had nothing to do with the Tianyan sect. How could she want to destroy the Tianyan sect?

Judging from the intermittent information revealed by Mo Li's words, he seems to be inextricably linked with the saint in red, but he has never heard of it from Uncle Wang before, and he repeatedly wants to accept himself as a disciple. His own hands fulfilled the long-cherished wish of the so-called saint in red clothes, but for whatever reason, it was just inconvenient for him to do it.

Thinking of this verse, An Yue sneered and said, "Since your cultivation base is already Mahayana, you can easily kill anyone, so why force me to be your apprentice and make a puppet in front of you."

After listening to An Yue's words, Mo Li looked at him with great interest, with the admiration of "this kid doesn't seem to have any brains" in his eyes.

He then laughed at himself: "Back then I made a poisonous oath that I would never intervene in the affairs between Jiuyi and Tianyan. When I heard that you were the descendant of Hongshang, Jiuyi's holy son, I did let you end her life in the first place." The idea I wished for...but then I changed my mind, Yiren is gone, so what's the point of dwelling on past grudges."

"Everyone in the world seeks the Mahayana state, but I seem to be cursed and cannot escape this Mahayana state. Every time I use the Mahayana skill, I have to be reminded where the Mahayana came from, and what face do I have?" When you can't protect her, you can still use this Mahayana power."

An Yue tentatively asked: "Senior Mo Li, could it be that your Mahayana cultivation also benefited from the body of the furnace?"

Mo Li didn't answer him, and said to himself: "So I raised many bloodthirsty birds, and every ten years, when I broke through Mahayana, I asked them to suck the blood of this spiritual breath, and then I could eat it again. Sleep deeply, and wait for the next time." He said quietly, his eyes staring blankly ahead without landing.

For hundreds of years, dozens of times of self-mutilation with the purpose of cutting off one's self-cultivation, and then waiting alone for an endless cycle, An Yue felt suffocated thinking about it, and couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic to the old man with pale hair and beard in front of him.

And what he thought was the long-cherished wish of the saint in red clothes was quite possibly just his own speculation.

Unable to provoke him with the truth, An Yue said: "Even if I am willing to worship you as my teacher, but now that I am dead, there is no such possibility. If you are really lonely, go find someone else as your apprentice."

Originally, he was already hesitating between his mission and hurting Cang Nan, but now that it's all settled, he and Cang Nan's ghost will make a pair of fateful mandarin ducks. .

Mo Li suddenly turned his head, with joy in his eyes: "Are you willing?" Then he continued: "Who said you are dead."

An Yue was surprised and was about to ask, when he heard a familiar bird song in the air. When he saw the big white cloud between the sea and the sky, his joy was beyond words.

Xuelang, it was him and Cang Nan's Xuelang, who came to look for them!

Snow waves soon fell on the beach, folded their wings, and rushed towards Moli. An Yue happily opened his arms to hug, but was brushed by the rushing snow waves and rushed towards Mo Li. Put him aside!

An Yue opened his mouth incredulously, and realized in a blink of an eye that he was already a ghost. Naturally, Xue Lang couldn't see him or feel him, but why Xue Lang was so close to Mo Li, as if that old guy was his The owner is average.

Mo Li stretched out his hand to caress Xuelang, who had brought his head closer, and rubbed vigorously on its fluffy neck.An Yue looked at it and suddenly felt sour in his heart. Originally, only he and Cang Nan could treat Xue Lang like this. Mo Li is really deceiving!

After rubbing against Mo Li's hand for a while, Xue Lang suddenly broke free from his hand again, flapped his wings and jumped to An Yue's side, arched An Yue with its thick belly, and stretched out his wings again, It was like inviting An Yue to ride on its back.

An Yue couldn't help turning his jealousy into joy, and threw himself on Xuelang's body, kneaded vigorously, and praised repeatedly: "Good Xuelang, good Xuelang, so you didn't abandon us!"

This time it was Mo Li's turn to be extremely surprised: "Xuelang? Is this the name you gave it?"

An Yue, who was lying on Xuelang's back, replied excitedly: "The white feathers are like snow, and the wind is like waves. It sounds nice... By the way, how could it know you?"

Mo Li: "Xue...Lang, well, shouldn't I ask you this question?"

After some questions and answers, An Yue unexpectedly learned that Xue Lang was originally born of a spirit bird raised by Mo Li, but she was self-willed since childhood.He loves freedom, and when he was still a young bird, he disappeared from time to time. In recent years, he has been away for a long time and rarely returns, but he doesn't think that it has eaten a lot of food, and it actually regards Tianyanzong as its second home.

But then again, if Cang Nan hadn't accidentally picked it up as a lone bird, such a thing would not have happened.

After checking the information, An Yue couldn't laugh or cry. Luckily, Xuelang is just settling down and has not yet married. Otherwise, with his "clumsy bird with two nests" style, if he comes with a partner, he might not be a "scumbag".

But Mo Li scolded with a smile: "You two bastards, didn't you grab my grandfather's hair and pull it hard?"