Ninth senior brother Ling Yu took good care of Kunlun Xu.
If the fourth brother did not return to the fox cave for months, there would be half an inch of ash in his room.
It has been 70,000 years since I set foot in Kunlun, but there is not even a speck of dust in the wing room where I slept when I was a disciple.
I was slightly ashamed, lying on the bed and turned over.
The sixteenth senior brother Zilan lives next door.
I heard him knock on the corner and said: "Seventeen, are you asleep?"
I snorted in my nostrils to show that I was not asleep.
But the sound was not much louder than the buzzing of a mosquito.
I thought he probably didn't hear it, so I responded: "I'm not asleep yet."
He paused for a while, and then his voice came from the corner and said: "In the past seventy thousand years, you have suffered for the sake of Master."
In my impression, this 16th senior brother always likes to find fault with me and do the opposite of me.
When I say east, he will definitely mean west; when I say A is good, he will definitely make A worthless.
Now that he said this, I had to wonder whether he was my sixteenth senior brother, so I raised my voice and said, "You are indeed Zilan."
He was silent for a moment and snorted: "You deserve it that you can't get married after all these years."
He is indeed Zilan.
I laughed twice, not caring about him, and lay on the bed and turned over again.
Although I have experienced all kinds of regrets in my current age, lying on this meager bed in Kunlunxu, I feel that all the regrets in the past are not regrets.
The moonlight shines softly in, and there is no special scenery outside the window.
My second brother often cultivates my character by being content with what I have.
I never knew what contentment meant.
It is better to be content than to be able to forget.
My life was in a state of confusion.
Now I know that being forgetful is just deceiving myself in order to live a happy life.
Contentment can truly relax one's mind.
When you truly relax, this happiness will be lasting happiness.
After figuring this out, for a while, I felt that I was very complete.
I can’t wait to tell Ye Hua about it.
But Ye Hua probably couldn't understand what I said at this time.
At this time, he was probably turning one year old.
Well, I wonder what he will look like when he turns one year old.
Are his eyes as cold as he is now?
Is his nose as tall and straight as he is now?
Well, I don't know if he looks like Tuanzi.
I thought a lot and gradually fell asleep.
The news of Mo Yuan's return somehow spread, and early the next morning, everyone flying in the sky and on the ground, and anyone with some spiritual roots, knew that the ancient god in charge of music and warfare was back.
The rumors say that Mo Yuan wore a purple gold crown on his head, black crystal armor, soap locust boots on his feet, a Xuanyuan sword in his hand, and a pretty little lady in his arms. , landed majestically on the top of Kunlun Xushan Mountain.
When Mo Yuan landed on the top of Kunlunxu Mountain, the long mountain range along Kunlunxu shook three times.
Birds and beasts looked up to the sky and sang loudly, and the fish and dragons in the water also came out and cried in surprise.
This rumor was so unreliable that seventeen of our senior brothers almost cried in fear when they heard it.
Purple gold crown, black crystal armor, soap locust boots and Xuanyuan sword are exactly Mo Yuan's usual attire when he goes on an expedition.
They have been kept in the Xuzheng Hall of Kunlun for us as disciples to pay homage to for 70,000 years.
That pretty little lady, my fourth brother and I thought about it for a long time, and I think she probably refers to me.
Such an unflattering rumor spread to everyone in the Eight Wastelands, so they came to worship one after another.
Mo Yuan originally planned to go into seclusion for self-cultivation on the second day after returning to Kunlunxu.
In this way, the days went smoothly for several days.
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None of the little gods who came to worship were special.
Some were brought to Mo Yuan by the first and second senior brothers to say a few words, while some just drank a few sips of tea in the front hall, took a break and then left.
Only the young man who came at noon on the third day was somewhat unusual.
This young man is wearing a white robe, looks elegant and has a gentle face.
When Mo Yuan saw him, his cold expression was slightly startled.
The young man in white robe was able to see Mo Yuan, but he did not pay homage.
He only raised a pair of peach blossom eyes and said, "I haven't seen the God for a long time, but the spirit of the God is still the same.
Zhong Yin came to Kunlun Xu just because my sister had a dream with me last night.
Let me send a message to God, my sister."
He smiled and said, "She said she is alone and very lonely."
I called a boy who was waiting next to the Seventh Senior Brother nearby and asked him to go over and give Zhong Yin in white robe a cup of tea.
Mo Yuan didn't say anything, he just propped up his chin and leaned lightly on the armrest beside the seat.
Zheyan glanced at Mo Yuan and said kindly to Zhongyin: "Brother Zhongyin, you are kidding me.
Your sister has been in ashes for more than a hundred thousand years, so how can she entrust you with her dream?"
Zhong Yin rolled the corners of his eyes kindly and said: "Zheyan Shangzhen really wrongly blamed Zhong Yin.
Zhong Yin really came to pass on sister's words, and he didn't mean anything.
I didn't want to bother, but I saw that my sister in the dream was really real.
It's pitiful, I can't bear it, I only went to Kunlunxu today.
The gods said that Zhong Yin's sister had disappeared into ashes, so she could not entrust Zhong Yin with a dream.
But God Mo Yuan, who was sitting here, also said that she had disappeared into ashes, but now she can still come back.
Although my sister has died into ashes.
Annihilation, the soul is scattered and I don’t know where it is, so why not leave it to me with a dream?”
After saying this, he bowed his head and bowed, then walked out of the main hall.
When the man named Zhong Yin came out of the main hall, he folded his face and recited a Buddhist sentence.
Mo Yuan got down from his seat and walked to the backyard without saying anything.
I raised my feet and wanted to follow him to have a look, but was stopped by Zheyan.
The second senior brother came over with a bitter look on his face: "Master has just left.
What if there are still immortal friends who come to pay homage?"
Zheyan looked at the sky melancholy and said, "Let's all go to the front hall to drink tea.
When you've had enough, just send it out.
Hmm, is there still enough tea?"
I did the math and nodded: "That's enough, that's enough."
I have always felt that my master, Mo Yuan, was a man with history.
Everything is related to Ding Youmao.
Master is indeed a man with history.
But listening to the few words spoken by the white-robed Zhong Yin, what he described seemed to be a bloody history.
I'm a little worried.
In line with the filial piety that a disciple should have, he planned to go to Mo Yuan's wing to comfort him after entertaining the little god in the front hall.
That night, when I knocked on Mo Yuan's door, he was sitting in front of a guqin, meditating.
The dim yellow candlelight made his face look slightly vicissitudes of life.
I stood at the door and was stunned.
He raised his eyes from the guqin and said with a faint smile: "What are you doing standing at the door?
Come in."
I walked over silently, originally intending to come to comfort him, but after holding it in for a long time, I couldn't hold back a word.
As for what happened to him, I actually don’t know a thing or two about it, but from what the young man in white robe said, it was just a love affair.
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I was lost in thought when I accidentally heard a few scattered piano sounds.
Mo Yuan put his right hand on the strings, plucked them at random, and said, "You have been distracted all the time like this for tens of thousands of years."
I touched my nose and smiled, then I walked closer to him and said in a friendly and understanding tone: "Master, people cannot be resurrected after death.
Zhong Yin probably misses his sister, but don't take it to heart."
He was slightly startled, lowered his head and fiddled with the strings a few times, and then said calmly: "You came here tonight just for this matter."
I nodded.
The dazzling sound of the piano suddenly stopped.
He raised his head and looked over, looked at me for a long time, and then asked an unrelated question.
What he asked was: "Are you sincere to him?"
It took me a long time to realize that he was asking about Ye Hua.
Although I felt a little embarrassed to say this in front of my elders, being coy is not my usual style, so I touched my nose and said honestly: "Sincerely. 120,000 sincerely.”
He turned his head, looked out the window for a while, and said, "That's good, I'll feel relieved."
Well, he looked a little weird tonight.
Could it be that he was worried that I was not doing well as a daughter and would not marry well?
I figured this out and comforted him happily: "Master, don't worry, Ye Hua is very good.
The two of us hit it off, I am sincere to him, and he is the same to me.”
He still didn't look back, he just said calmly: "It's late at night, you can go back to your room and rest
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