Marry Long Aotian

Mo Chao felt like he had a very long dream. In the dream, he was upside down and was caught in someone's hand. The man grabbed him like a lamb, and he couldn't move. He could only smell the strong scent of incense. The smell, and the salty sea breeze brushing against your face.

After an unknown period of time, he felt more and more cold, which made him shiver.

Finally, at a certain moment, Mo Yang felt that he was safe, and the quilt covered him, and he curled up in the quilt, feeling the warmth, and he didn't know anything.

This sleep was the best since Mo Yang came here.

No one disturbed him, and there were no disturbing bells. The quilt was full of warmth. As long as he was wrapped in it, it was like a silkworm baby forming a cocoon, quiet and comfortable.

Quietly hibernate in cocoons.

He didn't realize how long he had slept, as if it had been a winter, when Mo Yang woke up again, his memory seemed to be reset, and there was no distracting thoughts in his mind.

It took a long time before Mo Yang remembered everything.

"..." Wrapped in a quilt, Mo Yang sat up slowly.

The reason why he didn't lift the quilt was because it was too cold here.

He is in a small wooden house, and he can see the vast snow-capped mountains outside from the window.Tiny shards of ice are flying in the air, reflecting the fine light against the morning light. It looks beautiful, but as long as you touch it, it will make you shiver with cold.

Mo Yang slept on a half-old wooden bed with only a bamboo mat and a cloth pillow. If it wasn't for the quilt to keep him alive, he would have frozen to death.

This quilt was unattractive, like a pillow, made of gray cloth stuffed with cotton, but once it was covered, it was as warm as soaking in a hot spring.

This is where?Why is he here?

Mo Yang was wrapped in a quilt and wanted to get out of bed, but found that his cloth shoes were frozen, pitifully frozen together.

He lay on the bed and stretched out his hand, trying hard to remove the shoes, but at this moment, the door of the cabin was slightly pushed open.

Mo Yang paused, and after three knocks on the door, a gentle and pleasant male voice sounded outside the door: "Junior brother, are you awake?"

Mo Hao stared at the door vigilantly.

"Then I'll come in." The person outside said, and then opened the door and entered.

Appearing in front of Mo Yang was an extremely handsome young man, with half-length hair tied into a small tug on the left shoulder, wearing some jade ornaments and silver locks, complicated but not complicated.She was dressed in a moon-white robe, with a black xun hanging from her waist, her eye sockets were deeper than ordinary people, and her eyes were dark blue, resembling the sky above the snow peak.

Mo Yang called 996 in his heart, but 996 didn't respond at all, and his game panel couldn't be opened, as if he had returned to before liberation.

The young man seemed to be aware of his nervousness, smiled slightly, moved a little away, and a tray full of things appeared in his hand, which was placed on the empty cabinet in the wooden house.

"I'm here to deliver something to my junior. Here are several sets of clothes, a bottle of Bigu Pill, three bottles of Qingchen Pill, and a bottle of Buqi Pill, which is enough for my junior brother to last a month. I will come again after the month is over." He said. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Oh, I almost forgot one thing."

A broom appeared in the young man's hand, it was the kind of broom with dead branches that Mo Yang often saw in gymnasiums.He smiled: "Your Majesty said that the younger brother is restless and has too many distracting thoughts, so he ordered me to give this thing to you, so that the younger brother will go out to sweep the snow every day at Mao hour, sweeping from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, and then from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. Don't slack off." .”

With a flick of his sleeve, the wooden door of the wooden house opened wide, and there was a cliff not far from the door.Mo Yang's eyebrows were infused with spiritual light, and he saw a stone road, which continued straight to the foot of the mountain, with a length of at least 2000 meters!

Mo Yang was almost dumbfounded.

The young man looked at him blankly, and smiled slightly: "If you have any questions, junior brother, feel free to ask them."

Seeing that he was smiling sincerely, Mo Yang didn't seem to be lying to him, so he wrapped the quilt tightly and asked slowly, "Who are you? Where are you? Why do you call me junior brother?"

Youth: "I'm Wu Yu, the chief disciple of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, and I'm also your guiding brother."

Mo Yang thought for a while, "Where is the Kunlun Immortal Sect?"

"In Xizhou, it is the largest sect in Xizhou," Wu Yu stretched out two fingers, "It is also a second-rank immortal sect, not much worse than Zixiao Xianzong."

Mo Yang felt that he was coaxing a child, and looked at him, as if asking what this had to do with him.

Why did you bring yourself here.

Seeing that he was unwavering, Wu Yu smiled again.

"Junior Brother, have you ever heard of the only Sanxian in the world?" Wu Yu turned to ask.

Mo Yang nodded, still remembered his title: "Xiaoyao... Immortal Venerable?"

Also in Xizhou.

"Not necessarily," Wu Yu laughed, "Xiaoyao is the Daoist name when he was young. He used to be a casual cultivator, so he called himself Xiaoyao Sanren, and Wuzhou was used to calling him that. But time has changed, and Xianzun ascended to the fairy queen The name of the Dao has changed, so it’s nothing more than a half-knowledge of them, junior brother must keep it firmly in mind.”

He picked up Mo Yang's hand, and wrote one word at a time in Mo Yang's palm.

Immortal Venerable Without Arrogance, Wang Chan.

Mo Yang thought about it, but was stopped by Wu Yu: "Junior brother, it's already disrespectful for me to write the name of the immortal, but I made an exception because I received you today. His title or name will be known to him."

Mo Yang immediately shut up.

But after knowing it, he found that Wu Yu's title was wrong.

He seems to be called Xianzunzun? ?

Your Majesty?

what?

Wu Yu smiled: "You finally found out, Junior Brother. Yes, the founder of the Kunlun Xianzong is the Xianzun—the Xianzong is located on the Kunlun Mountains of Xizhou, where the Xianzun is enshrined, and the Xunxian Palace is where you live. At the foot of the Immortal Palace, on the top of the Nameless Peak."

"Because you are now a disciple of Xianzun."

Mo Yang opened his eyes wide, thinking he was joking.

Wu Yu: "Immortal Venerable has never accepted a disciple. Logically speaking, you started in the same class as me, and I can call you junior brother. But in terms of seniority, if you don't like it, I can also call you ancestor."

Wu Yu smiled and shouted smoothly: "Little ancestor."

Mo Yang: "..." Is this the question now?

After a long time, Mo Wei finally recovered his voice, and said very slowly, "...I am a mortal and cannot cultivate immortality."

Wu Yu: "So what, it is not difficult for the Lord to reshape the spiritual roots. The Lord must have taken a fancy to other more important aspects of you when he accepted his junior and apprentice as disciples."

Mo Chou asked what he liked, did he like his 50-meter-long salted fish tail?

Could it be that he is Long Aotian, who took the script of "Don't bully the young and poor", and now he is old when he meets White Beard?

Mo Yang's mind was in a mess, some couldn't believe it, some were vaguely sour, but more of it was confusion.

Before, 996 had asked him what to do if he couldn't get in.

At that time, Mo Yang was already ready to venture into the world.

The new disciple of Zixiao Xianzong couldn't come out for a long time, or it was very difficult to get out, and he couldn't get in, so he could only wait outside the sect like Zhu Xiao, wasting time.

It's better to go for it yourself, it's one thing for Yan Lingyun to help him accumulate spirit stones, and he has to work hard himself.

Even for the main character, cultivation requires resources.

Every step that Jindan takes in the future will consume a lot of money.

Mo Yang also wanted to save a lot of money for him.

In his free time, he would write letters to him, and online dating was also very unpopular.

"Since it has been explained clearly," Wu Yu saw his expression, and the corner of his lips raised slightly: "Then I will take my leave, junior brother, and start tomorrow, but don't forget to sweep the snow."

Mo Yang looked at him: "I..."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Yu said: "I know what my junior brother wants to say. Your lord has already expected it. Let me show you a message. If you still don't want to stay in Xizhou after reading it, then you can send this message first." The things in the message are paid off."

He pointed at Mo Yang's eyebrows, and two phantoms appeared in Mo Yang's mind.

It is Tianyi wood essence and Tianxuan gold essence.

Mo Yang: "..."

Ahhhhhh, he knew that these two things belonged to the Lord, and now the Lord of Suffering came to his door.

Mo Yang felt uneasy, so he stopped talking.Wu Yu coaxed him: "It's good for the younger brother to figure it out. After you reshape the spiritual root and cultivate to the golden core, the senior brother will take you down the mountain to play."

Mo Yang couldn't bear it anymore: "Are we going to wait until 500 years?"

Wu Yu laughed loudly, his dark blue eyes were full of smiles.But he couldn't stay longer, and after giving instructions to Mo Yang, he went down the mountain and left.

Mo Yang was the only one left on Wuming Peak.

With cold feet, Mo Yang quickly rushed to the shelf of the wooden house wrapped in a quilt, and carried the tray of things to the bed.

He wants to change clothes.

When he saw that the clothes Wu Yu gave him were as dusty as the quilt, he wondered if they would be as warm.

Sure enough, after Mo Yang put on new clothes and shoes, he finally felt alive.He tied up his hair, got out of bed and opened the door, and finally saw the world outside the house.

The vast snow-capped peaks, the desperate ice valley.

There is no human habitation in thousands of miles.

Snow and wind howled from afar, rolled over the valley, and rolled over the snow-capped mountains high into the clouds. The golden light of the sun shone on the top of the snow-capped mountains, like a pool of water, bright and dazzling.

In the blue sky, above the cirrus clouds, there are palaces floating in the sky, looming.

It is very likely that it is the Xunxian Temple where the immortal lives, and it is really not far from the mountain.

Mo Yang was a little nervous, but also looking forward to it.

It was Mo Yang's first apprenticeship, even though he hadn't met the Immortal Venerable yet, he was very solemn in his heart.

Xianzun told him to sweep the floor, and he took it to heart.

Because he was afraid of oversleeping, Mo Yang decided to take a nap first, and then stay up until dawn to clear the snow.But unfortunately, Mo Yang never stayed up late without being sleepy. Although he slept for a long time during the day, when the wind and snow were blowing and he was wrapped in a quilt to keep him warm...Mo Hao closed his eyes unconsciously.

Really fragrant.

Mao time has come.

But the broom was quietly erected in the corner, no one cared about it.

But suddenly, it seemed to be aroused, overflowing with blue light, straightly left the wall, jumped to the side of the bed, pointed the broom handle at Mo Yang who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and shot mercilessly——

"Snapped!"

Mo Chao was hit on the finger, and he woke up immediately from the pain.

With sleepy eyes, he saw the broom, but before he could react, he was hit on the back of his hand several times.Mo Yang retracted his hand into his bosom, and the broom hit his arm until Mo Yang got off the bed with tears in his eyes and was hit outside, then it automatically flew to his palm.

Mo Yang's hands were covered with red bruises, but he didn't dare to rub them for fear of being beaten again, so he lowered his head and wiped his tears with his arms, and slowly began to sweep the stone steps in the dark snow.