Marry Long Aotian

Because of these messy thoughts, Mo Yang also had a messy dream when he was sleeping at night.

He dreamed that his legs turned into fish tails, flopped on the shore, and ran aground.

The sun almost melted him, and when he was about to die, Yan Lingyun appeared.The young man picked him up and carried him to the reef on the shore. Half of Mo Yang's body lay on his lap, and half of his tail sank into the sea. Moisturized by the water, he soon came back to life.

His tail moved, and the young man kept watching.

His fingers were rough, and there were fine calluses on the palm, slowly stroking the top of his head, his body was warm.

But such intimacy comes at a price, the young man said: "I saved you, how can you repay me?"

Mo Yang in the dream shook his head, not knowing.

He thinks that the young man looks very upright and a good man, and he doesn't covet his beauty, and he probably wouldn't want to sell his tail as fish meat. The fish meat in the vegetable market is very cheap. He likes to eat it the most. .

But the young man hugged him even tighter, kissed his lips and neck, and told him another way to repay.

"Give yourself to me."

The next dream became charming and hazy.

He seems to have a fish tail, lightly tapped on the edge of the reef, and the whole fish is held tightly.It seemed that there was no fish tail at all, but his legs were attached to the stones warmed by the sun, his body was stretched, and his hands were holding Yan Lingyun's head.

The young man was panting, calling his name.

"Don't worry."

"Don't worry."

"Don't worry..."

He rolled with him in the love flowers, lay on his spread robe, and had a good time with him.Yan Lingyun is 28 years old, not impetuous and impulsive, but a complete adult man, in the mortal world, he may already have a wife and concubine, Mo Yang Xiaoyu was eaten very hard by him, and he was very scared.

The young man hugged him, heavy and gentle.

He saw the moonlight in the inn, falling through the screen window, and falling on his face, it was quiet and light, like fog, making him half-closed his eyes slightly in a daze, feeling the warmth pouring into him quietly .

He hugged him tighter.

Tick ​​tock, it's raining by the sea.

"Mo Yang, I am pleased with you."

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Mo Chao listened to the sound of rain all night in his dream, and when he woke up again at Maoshi the next day, he was dazed and hadn't reacted yet.

It wasn't until the broom slapped him mercilessly on the arm that Mo Chao woke up from the pain and got out of bed to wash up.

At the beginning of this month, it was his turn to go to the Kunlun Immortal Sect to attend lectures, so Mo Yang wore the uniform disciple uniform of the Immortal Sect.

Summer has passed, and the student clothes are clear and light green. The style is close-fitting and simple. There is no belt, but a belt on the waist side, cross-collared, and the sleeves are neither wide nor narrow, which is very suitable for activities.

Putting on his disciple's uniform, Mo Yang looked like a tall and tough sapling, which made people love him just by looking at it.

As usual, he went to practice sword first.

From a distance, I saw the Immortal Venerable standing on the Sword Discourse Arena.

Mo Yang felt that the master valued his cultivation of mind very much. He practiced sword every day, rain or shine, and the master would come every day to watch him quietly.

On the contrary, the requirements for his cultivation are not so strict, and he is only taught not to be quick, but to accumulate slowly.

"Hello, Master." Mo Yang greeted obediently, and then went to practice swords.

In the past, he was very focused and didn't dare to divide his mind at all, but today he had something on his mind, so at the beginning, he couldn't devote himself fully to it, and his swordsmanship was a bit sluggish.

After practicing for a while, he heard Wang Chan say: "Stop."

Mo Yang's heart skipped a beat, and he looked over.

"Open your hands," Wang Chan walked towards him slowly, "Practice the sword to cultivate the mind, if the mind is restless, there is no need to practice any more."

The tone was severe.

Feeling ashamed and uncomfortable, Mo Yang slowly opened his hands, waiting for punishment.

Wang Chan took the ruler and struck firmly in his palm three times.

This ruler is not an ordinary ruler. Mo Hou curled up in pain, but he didn't dare to curl up. Instead, he had to wait for a while until he fully felt the pain before he could retract it.

"Disciple realizes his mistake," Mo Chao grumbled, "Master, don't be angry."

Then he picked up the sword again, this time he was fully awake, no longer distracted, and completed today's three thousand strokes smoothly and completely.

After finishing, his whole body was sweating slightly, and he walked towards the master honestly.

There was a stone table next to the Sword Discourse Stage. After practicing swordsmanship, Mo Yang would drink a cup of tea here, and after resting for a while, he went down to Xunxian Peak to go to the Kunlun Academy.

The academy classes only started at a late hour, and he was completely in time.

The master and the apprentice have been together for more than half a year, so now Mo Yang is not so nervous when he is sitting opposite the Immortal Venerable.

Of course, he was still restrained.

The tea mist rose slowly, and the fragrance of tea overflowed. Wang Chan didn't stick to details. Before Mo Yang could make tea, he brewed it himself.

"Thank you, Master." Mo Yang carefully held the teacup and blew on it gently.

Good drink.

This is obviously not an ordinary spiritual tea. Every time Mo Yang drinks it, he feels his fatigue disappears and he feels refreshed.

After drinking half a cup of tea, the master and the apprentice sit quietly relative to each other, which is a good time to speak.

Mo Yang plucked up his courage: "Master, disciple...well, I have something to ask you."

Wang Chan seemed to have expected it a long time ago, his white hair reflected the mountain snow, and there was no wave in his eyes.

Just drink tea and listen carefully.

"Apprentice wants to ask Master for help to send this letter to Zixiao Xianmen in Dongzhou," Mo Chao pulled out the letter from his backpack. He simplified it yesterday, so today it doesn't look so much, only half a finger thick , "The disciple left too hastily at the time, and did not say a lot of things clearly, for fear that my friends would worry..."

His voice became lower and lower, and he looked at Xianzun nervously.

Wang Chan ordered tea casually: "Who is this person?"

"Yes...it's my disciple's Taoist companion." Mo Yang didn't dare to lie, "I didn't concentrate today, I just thought about this matter. If the letter arrives, I..."

"You will calm down from now on and concentrate on cultivating in Xianzong, right?"

Mo Yang nodded.

Wang Chan did not answer directly, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and said in a majestic voice, "When my master brought you back to Kunlun that day, you know what state you are in."

Mo Yang still remembered, but he didn't say anything.

"You are low-minded, you are self-deprecating when you are frustrated, and you are tied up in a cocoon because of common things, and you are procrastinating. Before that, you took the chance to challenge the Zixiao Zongrui. You knew that there was little hope, but you didn't have a strong heart. After being insulted by others, you let yourself go out of the city alone. "Wang Chan said, "If you are anxious, you will change. Feelings are greater than reason. You can know what the consequences will be."

"Lust for a lifetime is out of control. You are too young and easily manipulated by others. You will cut off your way and draw water in vain. Today you reply to a letter, and tomorrow he will reply to a letter. The back and forth are endless. What's more, if you come directly to Xizhou to entangle with you, and indulge in love, how can you talk about benefit."

As soon as Wang Chan arrived in Dongzhou that day, he bumped into Mo Yang and ran away in tears. Although he didn't see the cause and effect with his own eyes, but after paying attention, he knew almost everything.

He didn't want to argue with ants, he only cared about his disciples.

Mo Yang understood, and slowly retracted his letter, holding it in his hand.

But he couldn't hold back the sad expression on his face, and couldn't help sobbing slightly.

But no crying.

Because he knew that what Master said was also true.

Mo Yang sat quietly for a while, collected his mood, and then whispered: "Master, I'm going to the academy."

"Go on, study hard. After the golden core, I will allow you to travel to Central Continent as a teacher, and represent the sect to participate in the grand meeting of the five continents, and compete for the wind and cloud records." Seeing that he had calmed down, Wang Chan unhurriedly threw out the cake, " At that time, geniuses from all continents gathered, and you could see whoever you wanted to meet."

Mo Yang opened his eyes wide.

He deeply realized what it means to be bright in the dark, and suddenly see the light.

He couldn't help asking: "Really?"

"I never lose my word." Wang Chan said, "If I promise you, I will definitely count."

Mo Yang was so touched that he was about to cry, and nodded, "Master, I will definitely cultivate hard." Then he thought for a while and asked, "Master, when is the five continents grand meeting?"

Wang Chan: "20 years later."

"..."

Mo Yang thought, at that time he was already half a century old.

Wang Chan was indifferent, for Mo Yang, it would be pretty good to be able to cultivate from foundation building to golden elixir in 20 years.

His disciple's talent is actually not particularly intelligent, and Wang Chan is very clear about this.

But diligence can make up for one's weakness, and those who come from behind tend to go further.

The tea reflected the vast sky, and Wang Chan drank a cup, seemingly thinking about it, but the majesty and deepness between his brows made people unpredictable.

It is summer, the snow in Kunlun has stopped, and there is some warmth and humidity on Xunxian Peak, but as far as the eye can see, there are still boundless glaciers and snow peaks.

Will never melt.

"Don't say twenty years, after that you will have thousands of years, tens of thousands of years, until you have no fear of life and death, and forget yourself completely," Wang Chan said, "When you are young, love is stronger than gold, but if it can't last for a long time, what's the point? .If there is a destiny, we will meet each other naturally; if there is no destiny, whatever you ask for will be useless."

"Only having the ability to cultivate yourself will not reduce you to dust."

Mo Yang drank chicken soup in a daze, but Xianzun stopped talking, and just said with a flick of his sleeve:

"Go."

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A flat boat was passing through the clouds, and Mo Yang was flying in the sky, facing the rising sun, dressed in a disciple's uniform, and his actions gradually faded away from the youthful fear of Yujian at first, and became proficient and natural.

A steady stream of spiritual power emanated from his dantian, nourished 996, and condensed in his limbs.

This was a dream that Mo Yang had had since he was a child while watching Journey to the West. Now that it has come true, he still can't believe that he can stand on the clouds and fly without being afraid anymore.

The wind danced wildly, Mo Yang flew downside down, the world was turned upside down, and there were many snow peaks above his head.

The dazzling morning sun was also reflected in his eyes.

Brilliant.

20 years later, the five continents event.

Jindan period.

He can.

996 ordered Mo Yang the first Stars and Seas. Although it was very earthy, Mo Yang seemed to ignite infinite fighting spirit, and flew straight towards the Kunlun Academy amidst the bells resounding throughout the sect.There were quite a few disciples rushing to class at Yujian in mid-air, all of them were dressed in green and had outstanding demeanor.

Mo Yang was in the middle, thinking he was the prettiest boy.

Volume Four · Youth