Marry Long Aotian

Mo Yang continued to live in Wuming Peak like this.

Three months passed in a blink of an eye.

Except for Wu Yu who visits him once a month, there is no living creature on Wuming Peak who can talk to him, and his nominal master, the Immortal Venerable, has never come down.

Life on the mountain was very bitter, and Mo Yang had never experienced such hardship.

He sweeps snow every day, and his ten fingers have swollen into radishes, both because of being frozen and being beaten with a broom.After suffering enough, he finally formed a biological clock at mao shi and was able to get up on time.

However, he had to sweep up and down the steps of more than 2000 meters for a whole day. After sweeping, it was dusk and sunset. He was so tired that he was about to fall apart. He took a Qingchen pill to remove the dust on his body, and then went to bed in a drowsy state and slept until the early morning of the next day.

Then I got up and saw a thick snow road.

No matter how clean he swept the day before, the snow on the stone steps would pile up to his calf the next day, and he would never finish sweeping.

There is no food on the Wuming Peak, only Bigu Dan. At first, I was very greedy. Mo Yang would taste the snow, and after finding it a bit sweet, I would use a wooden bowl to hold the snow every evening after sweeping the ground. Use the quilt to warm some snow water to drink.

At this time, the evening sun falls on the snow peak, and the snow peak will be shrouded in snow mist, turning blurred and blood red.Mo Yang leaned on the window and looked outside, always feeling that something would appear in the snow and mist.

But nothing happened until the sun went down completely.

Sometimes Mo Yang would go to bed late, cheer up, light the oil lamp, and write letters earnestly on the wooden table.

There is nothing on the Wuming Peak other than the necessities of life, not even a letter, but there are paper and pens, which have been here for a long time. I don’t know how many years they haven’t been used, but they can still write.

Mo Chao used this to write a letter to Yan Lingyun. He wrote more than forty pages. His handwriting was terrible, and his handwriting was missing arms and legs. After reading it, he thought it was ugly.

But writing was already difficult, so Mo Yang didn't rewrite it, but stacked it neatly.

In the fourth month, when Wu Yu came to visit him and deliver supplies, Mo Yang moaned and begged him to send a letter for him.

Mo Yang didn't need to sweep snow this day, so he had already made preparations.

He looked at Wu Yu anxiously, afraid that he would refuse, but Wu Yu did not refuse, but said with a smile: "Junior brother, do you know how far it is from Dongzhou?"

Mo Yang shook his head.

Wu Yu: "Even for a monk in the Mahayana period, it takes one day to tear apart the space and travel. If it is replaced by an ordinary spirit boat, it may take more than ten years."

Mo Chao was stunned, clutching the letter, and didn't speak for a long time.

Wu Yu said again: "However, Junior Brother can go to ask the Immortal Venerable in the future. For the Venerable, going to Dongzhou is just a thought away."

But Mo Yang didn't know when he would see the Immortal Venerable. The Immortal Venerable said he was his master, but it was like a fake, he had never seen him before.Even if he saw it, would he deliver the letter for himself?

Xianzun even sealed his 996, and he has nothing left.

Mo Yang's sad expression was so obvious that even Wu Yu could see it.

Wu Yu: "Junior brother, to cultivate an immortal, one must first calm down. If the mind is not calm, the demons will gradually arise, so how can we talk about the Dao? Your Majesty asked you to sweep the snow, just to let you sweep away distracting thoughts."

After sending Wu Yu away, Mo Yang was alone in a daze.

In the evening, he still couldn't help writing letters as usual, but this time, tears fell on the letter paper, blurring a piece of handwriting.

Dongzhou.

Zixiao Xianzong.

The time limit of March has come, and all the entrance examinations are over.

The variety of talents in this assessment was extremely exciting, which can be called the most in thousands of years, and the person who defeated Qin Kai in the third round of the arena and won the first place by a narrow margin turned out to be a nobody!

For a while, countless people remembered the name Yan Lingyun, and in the Yunhua Palace, this son even caused several elders of the main peak to scramble for it, making all the disciples of Zixiao Xianzong very lively.

In the end, Yan Lingyun was accepted by Xumi Peak, the main peak of Zixiao Xianzong, and merged into Fenghua Building, and became the chief of the new disciples.

Mount Sumeru is not a mountain, but a mountain range, the top spiritual veins are entrenched underneath, and the conditions are quite good among the 24 main peaks.The person who accepted Yan Lingyun was Xumi Peak Taishang Elder Geng Rui, a Mahayana sword cultivator, and the same deputy suzerain. He was once the master of the Fa Pavilion. He has a very good personal relationship with the suzerain and has a high status in the sect.

I don't know how many people want to join his sect, but Geng Rui has always been vigorous and resolute, and his requirements are very high. Except for occasionally teaching the children of the clan, he never accepts disciples.

This time it was rare for him to ask for it, and with the willingness of his disciples, the suzerain could only be as beautiful as an adult.

Geng Rui loves this new disciple very much, and he is going to take him to retreat to preach.

Yan Lingyun declined politely, and the court master was very dignified and asked for three days to settle the mundane affairs.

Geng Rui was considerate of him: "It's for the Taoist companion you mentioned before, as long as it conforms to the rules of Xianzong, and he is not a demon cultivator or an extraordinary person, you can take him to live in Mount Sumeru."

Yan Lingyun: "Thank you, Master."

"What is old man Xie doing?" Geng Rui waved his sleeves indifferently, "You won the top spot by yourself, go ahead."

After Yan Lingyun bid farewell, Yujian went to the nearest teleportation array in the sect and teleported out of the sect directly.

Ye Qiushui also followed him, and she also missed Mo Yang very much. Now that she also joined the main peak, her future is bright, and she no longer has the Yu Yu in the mercy sword sect.

I just feel that the sky is high and the earth is far away, and I wish I could travel to five continents.

Thinking of the hardships along the way, Ye Qiushui thought, when they got Mo Yang, they would have to talk and drink for three days and three nights.

Yan Lingyun was more eager than her, she just wanted to go back to the inn immediately, bring Mo Yang to Xianzong, and hold him to see Zixiao all over, tenderly and intimately.

Thinking of her wedding three months ago, Yan Lingyun felt her heart burning hot.

Saying I'm sorry, he first came to the teleportation array to become a sect, but when he returned to the inn, what he saw was not the fresh and lively little Taoist couple.

But a dusty letter.

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When Ye Qiushui came to the inn one step later, what he saw was the back of Yan Lingyun standing alone by the table.

As the sun was setting, Zixiao City was still noisy and noisy. This time the immortal sect's list of recruited disciples came out, and many casual cultivators came to watch the excitement.Boiling human voices came into the room, making it even more silent in the room.

Ye Qiushui didn't see Mo Yang, so he felt bad.

"Brother..."

"He's gone." Yan Lingyun said calmly.

Ye Qiushui saw the letter in his hand, and Yan Lingyun didn't stop her, so she finished reading it with a sweep of consciousness.

The contents of the letter made Ye Qiushui's pupils shrink. Mo Yang is actually a mortal?

The strangeness he showed along the way made her have no doubt that he was a monk. If he was not a monk, how could he get such a heaven-defying opportunity.It can avoid the Nascent Soul to detect the map, can summon things out of thin air, and there are all kinds of unreasonable spells.

But he really is, and now he's gone.

Ye Qiushui subconsciously looked at Yan Lingyun.

"He wants a magic weapon, and I will give him a magic weapon." Yan Lingyun rubbed the letter paper.

It's not that he doesn't eat fireworks in the world. Mo Yang wrote clearly the cause and effect in the letter paper, and he already understood.

Yan Lingyun doesn't like power because power has become a stumbling block for him, but if those respected positions can help him cultivate and become a means for him to achieve his goals, he doesn't mind holding on to them firmly.

Mercy Sword Sect is too small, Zixiao Xianzong is too big.

He needs spirit stones, magic weapons, a large amount of resources to accumulate, and people to keep an eye on Mo Chao's tracks. Mo Chao can travel, but he must know where he is and whether he is in danger.

How could he bear to criticize him.

Although the blood and tear stains on the letter paper had dried, they made the letter paper crumpled. Yan Lingyun brushed it with his fingers, and his expression was blurred for a moment.

Fuxiangqiu, what happened.

Yan Lingyun put away the letter, turned around and went downstairs.

He gave the owner of the inn a lot of spirit stones, so that he had information, and immediately sent a message to Zixiao Xianzong.

The owner of the inn smiled happily, but when he saw Yan Lingyun's expression, he flinched with a smile.

What a powerful force.

Yan Lingyun Yujian returned to the sect, and went straight to the outer gate to find the person in charge of Fuxiangqiu's recruitment.

After months of sweeping snow in the cold wind, Mo Yang finally developed a fever.

He lay on the bed drowsily, and when the hour came, he still woke up on time, thinking about sweeping the floor.

When Mo Yang watched Monkey King when he was a child, it took many years for a monkey to learn from his teacher, so he was impressed by the Bodhi Patriarch and taught him all kinds of skills.So Mo Yang knew from a young age that the master didn't like lazy disciples.

He remembered vaguely, but before he got up, the broom held him down.

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Mo Chao thought of this emoji inexplicably, blinked his eyes under the quilt, his cheeks were flushed from the heat.

The broom stands upright on the quilt, like a person standing.

It would have been even better if his broom hadn't touched Mo Yang's chin.

Mo Yang was obedient and did not move, but licked his lips because of thirst.

Then he saw the broom hopped up and lifted his wooden bowl, fell on the snow, covered the bowl with snow, and then with a very skillful prying of the tail, lifted the wooden bowl and put it on it again on the broom handle.

The bowl full of snow was placed beside Mo Yang's bed, and it quickly warmed up. Mo Yang touched the wooden bowl with his face, feeling very cool and comfortable.

After holding it for a while, he drank it in small sips.

The broom opened the cabinet again and gave him a bottle of Qi Yang Pill.

Mo Yang seldom eats this, because Wu Yu said that he can't eat too much now, and if he eats too much, he will explode and die.

Mo Yang had no one to guide him, so he didn't dare to eat it because he wasn't sure how much it was.

But now the broom lets him eat.

Mo Yang poured out one, mixed it with snow water and swallowed it.

The broom nodded in satisfaction, and pushed him back again, not allowing him to get up.

Mo Yang covered the quilt up to his chin, and signaled that he would not get up and sleep obediently.

The broom stopped pressing against his chin, but bounced off the bed again, jumped to the door, looked left and right, found a suitable place to stick it on, and acted as a door coffin, keeping a little wind The door that Xue Blow opened was firmly closed, like a heroic and silent patron saint.

Mo Yang suddenly felt that the broom was pretty and handsome.

I don't feel so uncomfortable anymore.

Mo Yang's head was dizzy from the fever, and soon he couldn't hold on anymore. Hearing the louder and louder wind and snow outside, he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.