no thoughts [cultivation]

The ball of white in his arms was really bulky and obstructed his hands and feet. Moxiu lifted the white goose's neck with some disgust, threw it towards the sky, then licked the corners of his lips, and said helplessly to Meng Yi: "Okay , I want to throw you into your arms, send you hugs, and express my excitement of reunion."

Anyway, it was snatched by a goose.

As soon as he finished saying this, the white goose that was thrown flew back along the original path, and when it was about to fall and hit the same position in Shen Wuyuan's arms again, Shen Wuyuan took a step back, As a result, the white goose, which had no time to turn, was stunned, its head down, and it quickly smashed into the sea.Accompanied by a loud noise of "哗啦——", huge water splashed on the sea.

After finishing the white goose, Moxiu approached Meng Yi with a teasing smile in his eyes. When Meng Yi was not prepared, he suddenly put his arms around his waist, turned his head, and flew towards the shore.

In Shen Wuyuan's retreat this time, the originally somewhat unstable realm stabilized again in the later stage of the tribulation. Compared with Meng Yi today, he was still two small realms higher, and Meng Yi was stronger in terms of coercion and momentum, and it was difficult to break free.Therefore, Meng Yi was embraced by him, and he didn't try to break free, ignoring wasting energy.

Moxiu also shrank the ground into an inch, and the wind was blowing all over his body, but within a few breaths, he brought Meng Yi to the coast, and after another moment, the two landed on the top of a green mountain.

There is a flat area on the top of the mountain, and when Moxiu raised his hand, a pavilion with carved beams and painted buildings appeared there.There is a stone table and stone bench in the middle of the pavilion, and a set of exquisite and complete tea sets are placed on the table. After a while, curling smoke rises around the pavilion, which is very elegant.

This demon should be used to enjoyment, Meng Yiru thought.

"Even if the one who entertains you is not the best, it is still the most exquisite," Moxiu said, placing Meng Yi firmly on the stone bench that was still exuding warmth, and sitting opposite him , "Come, sit down, you and I can catch up on the old days."

Meng Yi sat down, looked at the tea Shen Wuyuan put in front of him after brewing, and thought that he seemed to always sit and drink tea with others these days.

Shen Wuyuan summoned the white goose and let it walk freely in the pavilion, then asked Meng Yi, "Xiao Yi'er, you and I haven't seen each other for a long time, now we meet again, what do you want to say?"

Meng Yi held his cup and respected him: "What a coincidence."

Moxiu shook his head: "It's not a coincidence. I came here just for you. It's easy to find your place. Otherwise, what's the use of keeping that stupid goose by your side?"

Meng Yi looked at the goose and said, "It's for fun."

White Goose protested silently.

Moxiu laughed happily when he heard the words: "Xiao Yi'er, you have really changed."

Meng Yi drank tea silently without speaking.

Moxiu laughed, stared at his eyebrows for a long time, and said: "It's only manifested in the body and cultivation realm, and the temperament is still the same as before."

Meng Yidao: "How so."

"Coldness," Moxiu exaggeratedly pressed the position of his heart, "every time it hurts the heart of the deity."

After saying that, Shen Wuyuan took out a jug of wine from the magic storage vessel and poured himself a glass.

After pouring this glass of wine, he glanced at his spirits, then looked at the tea in Meng Yi's cup, and said, "I thought you were weak, if you want to have leisure and fun on weekdays, I'm afraid you have to drink tea, so So I specially brought the tea made from this cold mountain snow lotus. But now, it seems that there is no need."

After a few days, Meng Yi had already recovered the Nascent Soul, and transformed himself into a monk in the Transcending Tribulation Period, no longer weak as before.

Hearing this, Meng Yi suddenly thought of something, and raised his eyes to look at the demon cultivator: "Are you still looking for it?"

"What?"

"Miraculous medicine without thoughts."

Moxiu was surprised: "Why, do you have news?"

"nature."

After receiving the ready answer, Shen Wuyuan was not so anxious, and habitually teased Meng Yi: "Why, Xiao Yi'er, did you come here specifically to inquire about the news?"

Meng Yi shook his head frankly: "No."

Moxiu sighed: "Heartbreak."

"You don't look in a hurry."

"Naturally," Shen Wuyuan said with a smile, "Looking for the magical medicine Wu Nian, how could it be more important than drinking tea and chatting with you right now?"

Meng Yi put down his teacup and pointed to the position of his heart: "Wu Nian, the magic medicine, is right here."

Shen Wuyuan was slightly stunned, then stared at Meng Yi's chest, frowned and said, "What do you mean?"

"Literally," Meng Yi said in a calm tone, as if he was pointing at some unimportant wild flower Asakusa, "the magical medicine Wu Nian replaced my heart and exists in this position .”

Shen Wuyuan frowned deeper, and his thoughts surged: "What did Xuanwen do?"

Meng Yi nodded.

"The Nascent Soul..."

"He's there too."

In an instant, Shen Wuyuan cleared his mind, guessed the ins and outs of the matter, and said repeatedly: "No wonder, no wonder I brought the source of heaven and earth to reshape the Nascent Soul for you, but found that The source of heaven and earth cannot enter your body. It turns out that one is because of the repulsion of the magical medicine Wu Nian, and the other is that your Nascent Soul is still intact, it swims outside your body, but because it is not injured, it grows vigorously and is even more so. It wasn't transplanted into someone else's body, so it's still really a part of you."

Even if there is a Nascent Soul, there is no need to reshape it, so Meng Yi couldn't absorb the source of heaven and earth anyway.

The grievances and grievances that were covered up after this incident seemed to be more and more unclear.

Moxiu said: "On the way I came to look for you, I heard that Hong Yanzong's big brother Su Ge was seriously injured and retreated, and the Lingxiao Sword Sect's young master Liu Shi went crazy and killed himself."

Meng Yi holds the cup: "What does it have to do with me?"

"Then what do you intend to do next?"

Meng Yi sipped his tea, his voice was weak: "Cross the robbery, kill Xuanwen."

Or be killed by it.

After finishing speaking, Meng Yi continued: "After that, the magical medicine Wu Nian will be yours."

Even if Meng Yi lost his mind, after losing the support of no mind, time would be short.

Hearing this, Moxiu took down the teacup that Meng Yi brought to his lips, poured him fresh tea, and resumed the usual message: "Xiao Yier, I said that looking for the magic medicine without thoughts, why don't we sit and drink tea with you?" Drinking and chatting, it's true."

Shen Wuyuan poured good tea, avoiding Meng Yi's hand reaching out to take the cup, and handed the teacup to Meng Yi's lips in person. The moment the edge of the cup touched his soft lower lip, Shen Wuyuan suddenly remembered that that day under the Jiuqu Peak , smoky, green pines and cypresses, Meng Yizeng took a small sip of water with a kettle, his lips were moistened, his expression was lazy, and his indifferent eyes were half covered.

On that day, Shen Wuyuan asked him: "Do you want revenge?"

Meng Yiwen said that the expression on his face did not change at all, but he just said in a low voice as always: "I can't beat them."

It's so plain that it seems that everything in the world has nothing to do with you.

However, he said that day that I can't beat them, but never said that I don't want revenge.

There is no thought or hatred in my heart, no sadness or joy, no fear of hardship and pain, but I can still take revenge, just because the way of heaven is like this-you need to repay what you owe, and you have to be grateful for what you have gained. The cycle of cause and effect has never changed.

He always seems to be like this, he seems to be at ease with the situation, but he has his own rules everywhere.

Meng Yi avoided the rim of the cup, and still took the teacup by himself, while Moxiu was thinking, staring at Meng Yi's lips all the time.

Meng Yi didn't feel that something was wrong at first, but after a while he raised his head and said, "But what do you want to ask?"

"It's nothing." Moxiu shook his head, and put away his usual teasing tone, "It's just that I suddenly feel regretful."

"Ah."

Since it sounded like it had nothing to do with him, Meng Yi didn't ask any more questions, and drank his tea with lowered eyes.

Moxiu stared at Meng Yi for a long time, and realized that he was indeed sorry for him, so he couldn't help but curl his lips. He looked at Meng Yi's lowered eyelashes, and his eyes were full of tenderness.

"It's just a pity that I didn't meet you earlier."

"So what if we meet."

Hearing this, Moxiu smiled and said, "If I had met you earlier, I would have used candied haws to lure you away when you were a naughty boy, how old would you be then?"

He said, asking and answering himself, unable to hide the tenderness in his eyes: "About three or five years old, thin and immature, with a small bun on his head, and dust on his face, pitiful, he stood on tiptoe trying to snatch it. The candied haws in my hand were just on my knees. Then I picked you up and asked if you would like to go with me, and you foolishly agreed. From then on, I will teach you how to practice and lead you into magic When you were young, you must have been very good, you could cry, make trouble and laugh, dragged the corner of my clothes with red eyes and called me 'Master' timidly, and then one day you will pick up this bird with me on the wilderness of the Southern Landview Starfield Stupid goose, even though you dislike it, you still like it, so we took it with us every day, roaming the endless mountains and rivers, until one day we will soar together."

So you will not suffer the pain of gouging out your heart, the pain of caesarean section, and you will not be able to live in peace for decades.

Meng Yi raised his eyes when he heard the words, and the two looked at each other.

Hearing Moxiu mentioning himself, the white goose flapped its wings and landed on the stone table between the two, dropping a white feather during the flight.

Meng Yi glanced at the feather, and stroked it off. The white feather fluttered, trembling, and landed on the ground.The stupid goose let out a cry, and jumped down following the trajectory of its own feathers falling.

Meng Yi finally spoke——

"Good story."

All the stories that start with "what if" and start to be told slowly can have a happy ending.

Because it is false.

Hearing this, Moxiu sighed softly, with a slight smile in his sigh: "I heard Xiao Yi'er say this, and I suddenly feel a little jealous."

I'm jealous of the beautiful landscapes you've been through, and the fireworks you've seen.

Be jealous of the wine you pour with your own hands, and those who drink it with you.

And what you are most jealous of is the back view that you once looked up to.

"Tsk tsk, Xiao Yi'er must have been very lovable when he was young, and he should be pampered." At that time, he hadn't suffered as much as he does now.

Shen Wuyuan laughed at himself in his heart, he had lived for a thousand years, and he had also been unrestrained for a thousand years, as if wasted, boring and tasteless, not as good as looking back several times in a hurry on Jiuqu Peak.

With mixed thoughts in his heart, Shen Wuyuan raised his wine glass and said with a smile: "This glass is toast to you. In the future, no matter what the situation is, I will go with my sword."

After saying that, he raised his head and drank the strong wine in the glass.

In this life, there is no need for the magic medicine without thoughts, and there is no need to override all living beings. I only want to see you at ease.