Marry Long Aotian

After Xiaojiao broke its shell, they no longer had to stay at the bottom of the cold and damp cliff.

Before leaving, Yan Lingyun plucked the Ten Thousand Years Profound Crystal Grass and fed it to Yuejiao.After eating the Xuanjing Grass, a thin layer of scales grew on the abdomen of the Moon Jiao, milky white, as thin as a cicada's wings, almost invisible to the naked eye.

Mo Yang touched its belly, and Yuejiao curled up into a ball.

"It has scales." Mo Chao said to Yan Lingyun curiously.

Yan Lingyun probed a bit: "This is Youlin."

It was only then that Mo Yang knew that after the Canghai Yueming Jiao broke its shell, it would take nine days to breathe out the essence of the moon dew before it could fully grow its young scales to protect itself, so that it would not be easily cut through its body.

Mo Chao wanted to find the tunnel to go back, but also had to wait for Yuejiao to pass through the most dangerous infancy.

In order for it to better absorb the moonlight, the two left from the bottom of the cliff, Yu Jian flew for half a day, found a mountain top, and built a wooden house to live in.

The mountain is so high that it is directly covered by the sun and the moon.What is rare is that the terrain on the top of the mountain is still flat, as if it has been cut obliquely by someone's sword, only some trees grow on the edge of the cliff, and a large piece of wasteland in the middle is covered with flower seeds, paved into a sea of ​​pale yellow flowers.

The climate is already very cold. It is almost January in the Mozhang world, but here is October. The coolness of late autumn penetrates into the bones, and the basil mixed with flowers dances in the sunset and disappears in the orange-gold clouds.

Mo Yang walked out from the sea of ​​flowers with a handful of withered and yellow basil in his arms.Yan Lingyun has already set up the wooden house, the basil balls are in balls, and the bedding is put on, it is a perfect nest. Xiaojiao ball went in, squirmed a bit, very satisfied.

Seeing this, Mo Yang smiled at Yan Lingyun.

"It's beautiful here."

"Ah."

Yan Lingyun looked at him for a moment, picked up a light yellow wild flower, and stroked it in his hand.

The sunset on the top of the mountain was magnificent and dark. Their small wooden house was at the junction of the huge red sun. Although it was small, they felt very safe living together.

After dinner, they hugged each other until night, when the moonlight came in through the window, Xiao Jiao crawled to the window and breathed out the moonlight.

Mo Yang was lying on the bed, only to see the galaxy turned upside down.

Yan Lingyun didn't do anything to him, but it seemed that he had done everything to him. Mo Yang clasped his hands and hugged him from behind, and finally fell asleep.

……

The days at the top of the mountain are more comfortable than at the bottom of the cliff, but there is nothing else to do.

Either practice swords, practice formulas, or play the piano.

Cultivation is actually very boring. When you don't practice in closed doors, the time seems to be very long.Mo Yang likes life, likes to eat and drink, so it's not that boring, but those big monks who have lived for tens of millions of years have tasted all the beautiful and delicious food in the world, and their relatives and friendships are few and indifferent, which is meaningless.

The top of the mountain seemed to be covered in chaotic golden color all the time, and when the golden color was at its most brilliant, Mo Yang could play the piano.

He was taught by Wang Chan himself to play the piano. Although his experience is far behind, after listening to it for a long time, he can gradually bring out a little mood.

Wang Chan has no worries, no worries, he doesn't know how long he has lived, and he doesn't know how many years he has seen snow in Xizhou.

But his piano sound is not cold and bleak, but open and vast, not afraid of the passing of people and things, and the boundless time.

Yan Lingyun liked the sound of the qin very much. When Mo Yang was playing the qin, he practiced the sword, and he didn't need real energy. He just drank a sip of wine, and with the sword alone, he was as vast as mountains and magnanimous.The sword seemed to be nothing in his hands, and the setting sun shone through his white clothes, outlining a strong body with broad shoulders and thick ridges, long arms and a waist, and his strength was so powerful that he could collapse mountains with one punch.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, Mo Yang was also warmed by the sun, his cheeks were healthy and rosy, and there were a few withered and yellow reeds by his side, blown by the wind.

He was so warm that his sleeves were warm, and his eyes focused on people, which was extremely beautiful.

Yan Lingyun would often look at him.

The little Jiao crawled on the ground, got tangled up on a reed, and wobbled.

The moon gradually became rounder, and its scales grew day by day, and finally, it was completely full, and its whole body was covered with thin light blue young scales.

And tonight is its favorite full moon day.

Yan Lingyun set up a swing on the top of the mountain.

Mo Yang was sitting with Xiaojiao in his arms, and with a light push from him, the swing began to sway.

Yuejiao crawled around in Mo Yang's hands, he liked this kind of game.

Tonight is a full moon, since it was born, it has not seen a full moon, so it is only in the afternoon, so it is happy.

It, and its favorite people, are pushed high.

Yuejiao can't understand the words of the human race now, but it feels extremely safe when it hears two familiar voices communicating.Because it is always listening in the eggshell, so the instinctive attachment.

On this day, from the warm afternoon to the cold dusk, it closed its rice-sized eyes and gradually fell asleep.

And Yan Lingyun and Mo Yang did talk a lot.

Since Ye Qiushui's death, Yan Lingyun hadn't said so many words for a long time.

They watched the sunset together.

"Tomorrow I want to go back to the Shrine to find my way," Mo Yang looked at the black floating up from the bottom of the cliff, "If I can find the black area, I want to go home."

Yan Lingyun: "Yes."

"I haven't asked you yet, is Xizhou okay now?"

"I have never been to Xizhou among the five continents, and there is little news about Xizhou in the upper world, and the immortals still hide from the world," Yan Lingyun said, "But I have met the disciples of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, and there is nothing unusual."

Mo Yang: "That's good."

But for some reason, he always felt that he had overlooked something, and his heart was a little heavy.

Until a certain moment, a wave of silver flooded up from behind, waking up the sleeping Yuejiao.

Mo Yang turned his head, and a full moon was reflected in his eyes: "The moon has risen."

The moon is rising, but the top of the mountain is also getting colder. Yan Lingyun raises a pile of bonfires, and the dancing orange light reflects the sky full of stars.

It was cloudless tonight, and the full moon was shining brightly. The moon flood dragon was lying on a blade of grass, breathing happily, and the small bags on the top of its head seemed to grow out.

Mo Chao was by the campfire, pillowed on Yan Lingyun's lap, watching it exhale and breathe, and countless fireflies were attracted by it, floating around it.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, and there is a turbulent wind blowing from time to time, blowing away the fireflies, but the moon flood is still holding the grass leaves firmly, not being affected.

There are still a few hours, and it will be dawn.

Yan Lingyun looked into the distance indifferently, and gently stroked Mo Yang's side face with his fingers.

Mo Yang looked at his chin, didn't know what he was thinking, but gently grabbed his finger: "The half-immortal beast has very high intelligence, should it be named?"

"Well," Yan Lingyun said in the same voice as before, "I've already made up my mind."

He looked down at him: "It's Xiaoman."

"Xiao Man." Mo Yang originally thought it was because Yuejiao liked Full Moon, but soon, he thought of another meaning.

Yan Lingyun covered his eyes with his hands.

Hearing the wind, Mo Yang grabbed his hand again, but this time, Yan Lingyun didn't let him go, bent his legs casually, hugged him, and kissed him.

……

The Milky Way was reflected on the grass, Mo Yang was tightly bound, his hands were holding Yan Lingyun's clothes, and the grass below.

But gradually, the strength of his grasp gradually decreased.

hugged his back.

Yan Lingyun's kiss was loose, but extremely emotional. His face was hard, his body was slumped, but heavy and strong. He completely embraced Mo Yang in his arms, shielding him from the cold wind on the cliff.

The kiss gradually became lingering, and Mo Chao's fingers touched the scars on his back through the clothes.

His fingertips were sensitive, Yan Lingyun took off his outer robe again, and wrapped it around his body.

I don't know how many times he was on the line of life and death to leave scars on his body. Yan Lingyun kept them only to be alert to himself.

Even now, he is not immortal, nor is he invincible.

There was never a moment when he really let his guard down.

After a long time, Yan Lingyun leaned against Mo Yang's cheek, stroking the back of his neck with his knuckles: "You don't want to."

Mo Yang also hugged him: "Yes."

The foreheads of the two were touching, Mo Yang's eyes reflected the moonlight, there was liking in it, but it was clear and sober.

Also like moonlight, moving, clear, but illusory.

Yan Lingyun is Yan Lingyun, but his karma is only in that Yan Lingyun.

Future, past, not present after all.

"Go home." Yan Lingyun put his palm on the side of his face, "Go back."

The full moon was at its brightest, but in Mo Yan's eyes, a round bead suddenly appeared beside the two of them. The round bead received the moonlight and emitted a moon halo infinitely. , but no substance can be seen.

The round bead was controlled by Yan Lingyun's spiritual thoughts, and transferred Guanghua to Mo Yang's body. Even though Yan Lingyun was still hugging him and pressing against his forehead, Mo Yang's figure was getting blurred little by little.

Mo Yang looked at him.

He said: "This is the fairy-seeking bead, it can travel people through time and space, and it can take you home."

He stroked Mo Yang's eyes again: "Don't cry anymore."

But Mo Yang hugged him tightly, his clothes were wet with tears, but he couldn't say a word, only Yue Jiao was restrained by Yan Lingyun, flew into Mo Yang's storage bag, and was locked inside.

Time and space were gradually distorted, and there were thousands of years and tens of thousands of barriers between the two of them in an instant. Mo Yang could no longer hear his voice or see his voice. Like a ray of moonlight escaping into the sea of ​​stars, he disappeared forever in this world.

……

……

Yan Lingyun was the only one left on the lonely cliff in the sea of ​​flowers.

The tears on his clothes have dried up, drinking wine, looking at the stars all over the sky.

Suddenly, he remembered that time of sunrise again, as if another sea breeze was blowing, bringing the past to his eyes.

After leaving school alone, he was in poverty for ten years.

In the vast sea, he is the only one floating in a boat.

He only had a sword and a wine gourd left, and with the morning glow reflected, he broke the boat and went out to sea.

The Xunxian Orb can extradite time and space, but the three thousand worlds, like a torrent, can be divided into thousands at a moment, and it is difficult to find the original.Only when causality is implicated can it return to be correct.

Mo Yang was involved in his world, so he could go back, but Yan Lingyun didn't, and his karma in this world was over, so after this parting, they would never see each other again.

But so what?

With scars all over his back, the man took another sip of wine.

It is he, Yan Lingyun, who owns him, the future, the past, and the past are all him.

Accompanied or not, what's the difference.

Drinking near the early morning, looking for the fairy beads to return, he left with the sword.

On this high mountain, there is still a sea of ​​flowers, but there is one more small wooden house that will collapse in a long time.

Fortune Shrine

boundary marker

Qiankun Chess and Baopu Sword are comparable, and when they collide, they release a vast golden glow, detonating the spiritual flow of the shrine.

The bells echoed, the pavilions roared, and there seemed to be giant beasts roaring, stirring up the wind.

Dongfang Heng's eyes were full of disbelief: "You are He Jian!"

Yan Lingyun: "The sword that kills you."

The magic weapon can't be suppressed, the two are equally cultivated, but the sword cultivator is Tianke's pattern master, once he gets close to him, Dongfang Heng can only avoid the edge.

"Little Lord!"

Dongfang Heng's pupils widened suddenly, and his chess pieces trembled uncontrollably, came out of his body, and merged into a star map in mid-air, with endless changes, but there was obviously one missing point, only [-] pieces.

The semi-immortal weapon suddenly showed its power, and the divine light rushed out, but in front of Yan Lingyun, there was a silhouette condensed by the moonlight out of thin air.

The outline gradually took shape and was reflected in his golden eyes.

"... Moai."

Mo Yang pounced forward, landed in his arms, and embraced him.