[Three Lives III] Mo Yuan's Peach Blossom Wife

Si Ming Xingjun hurried in to report, "Emperor, God Mo Yuan, there is something strange about the Donghuang Bell."

Mo Yuan and Dijun looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"what!"

Zui Yan cried out in pain, just now she felt something tearing her heart apart, her face turned pale from the pain, and she was sweating profusely.

"Yanyan, don't scare me."

Mo Yuan's face turned pale immediately, he hugged the trembling Zuiyan tightly, he was more worried about the pain of Zuiyan than whether Qing Cang broke the clock.

The emperor suddenly remembered that when Tao Zhen gave birth to sacrifice to the East Emperor Bell, he said:

"Mo Yuan, her pain must be related to the Eastern Emperor Bell. Don't forget that she sacrificed to the Eastern Emperor Bell."

The scene of Tao Zhen soaked in blood emerged, Mo Yuan was startled, and hugged the person in his arms even tighter, hearing her groan in pain, Mo Yuan's heart was pierced like a knife.

"Donghua, you go to the Ruoshui River first, and I'll be there later."

"Okay." Dijun and Siming Xingjun went to the Ruoshui River.

Mo Yuan lowered his head, the eyes of the person in his arms were closed tightly due to the pain, his white teeth bit his red lips to keep from crying out in pain, the distressed Mo Yuan covered her lips, kissed away her pain, and licked her blood.

Zui Yan felt familiar with this kind of pain that tore through her body, as if she had experienced this kind of pain many years ago.

I don't know how long the pain lasted. As soon as she was in pain, Mo Yuan kissed her and let her bite his lips. I don't know if it was her blood or his blood, and spots of bright red splashed on their clothes.

The Taichen Palace is sunny and sunny, but the Ruoshui Riverside is full of strange lights, and the world has changed.

The drunken face after the pain was over, her face was bloodless, and she was only half alive. She struggled to smile, and said to Mo Yuan who was crying:

"Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

"Yanyan, Yanyan." Mo Yuan hugged her tightly, hot tears fell on her cheeks, he sobbed:

"Don't bleed in front of me anymore, this kind of suffering is really exhausting."

"Why, afraid that I will die." Zui Yan half-jokingly said.

Mo Yuan shook his head, his tearful eyes were shining like stars, and he said firmly, "I'm not afraid of your death, I'm afraid of your pain."

If you die, he will go with you.

But watching you suffer and being powerless is the most tormenting thing.

"Stupid, it's this time, and you still say such love words."

Drunk Yan, who was so moved, hammered his chest and reminded: "It's time for us to go to the Ruoshui River."

Mo Yuan picked her up and was about to go to the Ruoshui River, but it sounded like a mournful bell, resounding all over the world.

The hand holding Zuiyan froze, Zuiyan saw the despondency and disbelief in Mo Yuan's eyes, and said anxiously:

"Mo Yuan, what is the bell?"

Mo Yuan closed his painful eyes, and with the deep and long bell echoing in his ears, he said sadly:

"The crown prince of the Celestial Clan, Ye Hua, sacrificed his life to the Eastern Emperor Bell."

Drunk Yan heard the words, and heard the mournful bell in her ears, which immediately made her eyes turn red, and tears flowed down the corners of her eyes. For some reason, when she heard Ye Hua's death, her heart seemed to be stuffed with stones, and she couldn't even breathe. not come up.

The bad news came suddenly, Zui Yan rolled her eyes and passed out.

At the moment she fainted, a scene appeared on the Lingtai, a graceful girl teasing a golden lotus in the pond.

Zuiyan felt that she was dreaming. In the dream, she turned into a seed for no reason, buried in the thick soil, unable to struggle, and could only let an old man and a young man water her.

This old man not only has her potted plant, but also a pool of water in the yard with a golden lotus floating on it. There are only her potted plant and a golden lotus in the huge yard, it is really deserted.

The old man seemed to do whatever he wanted, watering and fertilizing her when he was in a good mood. Fortunately, there was a taciturn young man who would come to water her day after day and never forgot.

The dream changed, she had just germinated, and the old man was at the end of his life, she watched him donate the golden lotus in the pool to the grown-up boy, but he kept his head down, and she couldn't see his face clearly.

Immediately after, another man came, this time she could see clearly the face of this man, it was Zheyan when he was young.She couldn't hear what the old man said to Zheyan. When she tried to hear it clearly, her eyes suddenly went dark.

Sensing that the sun, moon and heaven and earth were upside down, she suddenly opened her eyes, and Mo Yuan's worried handsome face came into view.

"Yanyan, you finally woke up."

Mo Yuan helped her up and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.

"Where is this?" Zui Yan came back from the dream, her mind was in chaos.

"Ten Mile Taolin, you have been in a coma for three days and three nights."

Zui Yan rubbed her forehead, trying to wake up her spirit altar, suddenly she remembered the bad news before she fainted, she grabbed Mo Yuan's hand, and asked anxiously:

"Yehua, he really...really already..."

"Yes." Mo Yuan's deep voice could still hear a trace of pain.

Zui Yan closed her sour eyes, buried her head in Mo Yuan's embrace, absorbed the warmth from his body, trying to ease the sadness in her heart.

"How is Xiaoqian, she is the one who suffers the most now."

"Sleeping under the peach blossom tree for seventeen days, she still can't get over the fact that Ye Hua has left."

Mo Yuan understands his disciple's feelings, he was also alive back then, waiting hopelessly for Tao Zhen to come back.

"Mo Yuan, I want to eat Kunlunxu's peach blossom honey." Zui Yan tugged on his skirt, acting coquettishly.

How could Mo Yuan not take what she wanted, let her rest here, and he went back to Kunlun Xu to fetch peach blossom honey.

Seeing that Mo Yuan had left the ten-mile peach forest, Zuiyan packed her clothes and went to look for Zheyan. She was anxious to ask Zheyan about something.

When she walked out of the wooden house, she saw Zheyan standing under the tree leisurely, looking at her with a clear expression, his sharp eyes seemed to have already understood what she asked next.

"I've made some tea, come over and have a taste." Zheyan sat on one side carelessly and poured her a cup of clear tea.

"I want to know what I am, a human, a demon, or a demon."

Zui Yan tightly squeezed the cup in her hand, and the scalding hot tea splashed on the back of her hand did not change the firmness in her eyes.

Zheyan smiled, and said: "You are all human, demon, and demon. Do you know the Zhuxian Terrace in Tiangong?"

"I have heard that it is said that it can destroy the cultivation of gods and destroy mortals."

Zheyan took a sip of tea leisurely, and said slowly: "When the world was created, wars raged and the people were in dire straits, Father God condensed the resentment and hostility scattered in the world into a platform to kill immortals, but the hostility is really bottomless, father God had no choice but to do his best to seal the hostility in Zhuxiantai, but this hostility was sealed into a seed."

"But Father God didn't expect this seed to gradually become spiritual. He was afraid that one day this seed would become a demon and go astray, so he gave part of his soul to the seed to suppress and purify its hidden hostility."

Hearing this, Zui Yan would be too stupid if she couldn't figure out that she was that seed. She had calculated thousands of times, but she really didn't figure out that her real body was just... hostility.

Looking at her expression, Zheyan knew that she understood it, and he continued:

"Later, God the Father entrusted me with the seed when he was dying, and asked me to plant it carefully, so I planted it in the Ten Mile Peach Grove."

Zui Yan still had some doubts in her heart, so she asked:

"During the few days when I was in a coma, I had a dream. In the dream, there was a golden lotus that I was very concerned about."

"Yehua is the reincarnation of Jinlian. According to Mo Yuan, Jinlian also seals the primordial spirit of the father god."

"Since Jinlian is Ye Hua, and Ye Hua's primordial spirit sacrificed to the Eastern Emperor Bell, wouldn't the father's primordial spirit in his body allow him to survive?"

Thinking of Ye Hua being able to survive, Zui Yan beamed with joy.

Zheyan shook his head, looking at her, he couldn't help thinking deeply, "The primordial spirit in Yehua's body is only a part, it is not enough to keep him alive, unless..."

"Unless I give him part of the soul in my body."

Zui Yan was trembling all over from Zheyan's deep eyes, and her voice couldn't help but tinged with fear, "No, I can't die either, I can't leave Mo Yuan and Wanzi behind."

"Even if you wanted to, I wouldn't." Zheyan flicked her forehead and asked, "Do you really want to save Ye Hua?"

Zui Yan nodded, "As long as it doesn't cost my life, I will save it."

"Even if I let you jump off the Zhuxian Terrace, are you not afraid?"

"...Yes, the primordial spirit in my body originally belonged to Father Yehua, and now I just return it."

Zui Yan doesn't want to owe others for things that are not her own.

Father God gave her life, and she should return this kindness to his son Ye Hua.

If you owe someone, you should pay it back, right?

"The only way to save Yehua now is to jump off the Zhuxian Terrace. You are a mortal now, and if you jump off the Zhuxian Terrace, you will be wiped out. I will take this opportunity to cast a spell to capture the Primordial Spirit hidden in your body."

"Don't worry, you won't die. When you were Taozhen, you used your real soul to sacrifice to the Eastern Emperor Bell. Later, the part of the soul that your father left in your body reshaped your body and became the current you. So Although you will be wiped out by jumping off the Zhuxian Terrace this time, the power in the Zhuxian Terrace will protect you and return you to your original appearance."

"Zheyan, we are going to the Heavenly Palace now." Zuiyan hurried over and pulled Zheyan's robe, with an anxious expression on her face.

"So you deliberately called Mo Yuan away."

"Although it's cruel, I don't want to see him get hurt because of me again. Anyway, I won't die this time."

Zuiyan's pleading eyes made Zheyan soft-hearted, so he left a letter to Mo Yuan first, and then took her to Zhuxiantai of Tiangong.

Bypassing the pavilion and all the corridors, Zheyan brought Zuiyan to the ominous place of Tiangong. As Zuiyan stepped up the stairs step by step, she could feel her chest burning hot and beating violently.

Zui Yan's pink dress fluttered uncomfortably with the wind, as if forcibly keeping her from moving forward, Zui Yan gently pushed the fluttering black hair behind her ears, she stood on the edge of Zhuxian Terrace, tentatively going down look.

Zhuxian Terrace, like an abyss, was pitch black, and it was impossible to see to the bottom, but the hostility inside made Zui Yan tremble all over, and almost fell down.

"If you are afraid, you don't have to force yourself." Zheyan took her wrist and comforted her: "What you owe has already been paid."

Tao Zhen offered sacrifices to the Eastern Emperor Bell in exchange for 7 years of peace, and she really owed nothing.

Zui Yan opened her lips, but she didn't make any sound. If she could choose not to dance, of course she wouldn't.But all kinds of things about Bai Qian and Ye Hua in the past surfaced in front of her eyes, how could she have the heart to keep them separated from each other.

Mo Yuan, just let her be self-willed again.

Zui Yan broke free from the bondage that was gripping her wrist, took a deep breath, clenched her fists tightly, closed her eyes, and jumped forward with a look of death.

"Yan Yan!"

As if a voice that could tear apart the heavens and the earth came from the sky, Zheyan turned around, and saw Mo Yuan, who was in chaos, leaping into the clouds, leaping into the Zhuxian Terrace recklessly and tugging at Zuiyan's pink sleeves.

Along with Zui Yan, she jumped down and fell into Zhuxian Terrace.

The brutal hostility inside was like thousands of invisible sharp knives, cutting their bodies mercilessly.

Zui Yan opened her eyes, gritted her teeth and scolded the man hugging her in front of her.

"Why did you jump down, I won't die."

She clearly explained it clearly in the letter and asked him to wait for her in Kunlunxu.

"Yanyan, I just want to be with you."

Mo Yuan, who was covered in blood, smiled lightly, as if he could illuminate the hostile Zhuxian Terrace.

Zuiyan burst into tears, and those drops of tears fell on the Zhuxian Terrace in the bottomless pit. The hostility in the Zhuxian Terrace seemed to be able to sense her emotions, and she started to riot.

This time it is Zheyan's turn to be in chaos, Zuiyan will not die, but Mo Yuan is different.

Zheyan was about to cast a spell to save Mo Yuan, but the inside of Zhuxian Terrace suddenly changed, like a storm was raging inside, rioting violently and violently, rolling up waves of terrible tornadoes.

This mutation caused the Emperor and Tianjun, and the three of them were helpless when they worked together to cast spells. They could only wait for the storm to prevent the loss of life.

The sky was scarlet, and the remnant clouds were also dyed a terrible bright red. The black gust of wind destroyed the courtyard of Tiangong. I thought this ominous omen would sweep across the world, but unexpectedly, the sky suddenly brought peach blossoms with the wind.

This frightening sky is full of pink tidbits, this familiar scene is exactly the same as when Tao Zhen lost her soul.

Zheyan and the others watched with bated breath as the rosy white petals fell on Zhuxian Terrace and fell into the darkness. The storm was actually calmed down by the peach blossoms, and gradually calmed down, returning to a sense of peace.

A primordial spirit as bright as a night pearl slowly rises from Zhuxiantai, Zheyan quickly casts a spell to take away the primordial spirit, entrusts the primordial spirit to the emperor, and asks him to go to Wuwanghai to move the primordial spirit into Ye Hua's body, And he soared towards the ten-mile peach forest.

Mo Yuan and Zui Yan must be in the ten-mile peach forest.

When Zheyan returned to the ten-mile peach grove, the peach grove was already in a withered and tragic state swept by the strong wind, the petals were densely covered on the ground, and the stream was also covered with petals without seeing the flowing water.

A woman whose dress was stained with blood, her hair disheveled, and a pure fairy air exuded from her body, and a man in tattered clothes lay quietly in her arms.

The woman looked back, and smiled at Zheyan with her gorgeous face, the dimples at the corners of her mouth were sweetly sunken, and her hoarse voice was full of tenderness, and said:

"I'm back, Zheyan."

When the sky returns to peace, Ye Hua, who was buried in the Wuwang Sea, wakes up and reunites with Bai Qian to continue their relationship.

Not only this good news, but there is also a god in the world, a strange woman who surpassed the god and directly ascended to the god, creating an immortal legend.

When everything was peaceful, God Mo Yuan, who had been asleep for three days and three nights on Kunlun Xu, gradually opened his eyes. After waking up, he hurriedly asked Diefeng, the eldest disciple who was taking care of him.

"Diefeng, where's Yanyan?"

"Master, my wife is waiting for you at the back mountain."

Before Diefeng finished speaking, Mo Yuan had already rushed to the back mountain to find the woman he was thinking of.In the back mountain, he caught the beautiful figure sitting on the peach blossom tree at a glance.

Mo Yuan walked under the tree, looked up at the slender figure, his impetuous heart gradually calmed down, he pursed his lips and called out warmly.

"Yan Yan!"

The woman on the tree gradually turned around, with the same coquettish and vulgar appearance as before, her bright and sly eyes staring at Mo Yuan with a smile, she shook her legs, lowered her head and said:

"Mo Yuan, I remember that I asked you a question once, but you didn't answer it. How about I give you another chance now?"

For some reason, Mo Yuan felt that the woman in front of him was no longer the original drunken face, he didn't dare to think about it, so he could only suppress the wild thoughts welling up in his heart.

"Ask." He stared at her tenderly and whispered softly.

Through his watery black eyes, the woman seemed to see a day many years ago, and it was just as sunny and gentle as today.

"Tell me, when I vanish into thin air, how many peach blossoms will I turn into?"

Mo Yuan trembled all over, and the uncontrollable ecstasy swept over him. The mist of tears in his eyes reflected the beautiful woman on the tree. His deep voice trembled slightly, and he said:

"Thirty-five thousand and sixty-two petals."

Mo Yuan picked up piece by piece after her death, and held her in his arms day and night, thinking about it.

The corners of the woman's eyes were sour, and tears couldn't help falling down. She jumped into Mo Yuan's arms, and Mo Yuan hugged her tightly, almost wanting to integrate her into his own flesh and blood.

"Zhen'er, you kept my husband waiting for too long."

"Mo Yuan, I love you."

The sun is just right this day, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the youth is shining brightly.

"Finish"

The author has something to say:

The article is finally over, and I guess I won't write extra stories.

I deliberately picked 10-10 to end, and I feel that Double Ten is very good.

Here, I am very grateful to the readers who have been reading this article, whether they like to read it or not, I am very grateful to you all.I would also like to thank you who wrote comments to me. Although I rarely reply, I actually read every comment.

Thank you!