Finally built the earthen stove, Mao Qing squatted on the side boredly, poked the grass roots on the ground and drew circles while saying, "Hey, did you say that Xingjun and his old man forgot me?"

Mo Yi was in a trance, and then realized that there was such a thing. Now that Haoqing has helped him heal his mother, it stands to reason that his merits are complete, and he should not be far from ascending to the upper realm.

If so, it means separation.

Separate... At first glance, it sounds very unfamiliar, and it seems to be a word that can be written but cannot be understood.

"What's wrong with you, why don't you answer?" said Haoqing, shaking his hand in front of his eyes.

Waking up from her thoughts, Mo Yi looked at her, still distracted.

After a long time, he asked her without answering: "Is there no problem with the injury?"

"It hurts. Mao Qing pointed to his stomach.

"Internal injuries?" Mo Yi said in surprise.

Mao Qing shook his head like a rattle: "I'm hungry! I'm so hungry that my stomach and stomach hurt so much! As for my body, there is nothing serious, and then I have to wait for my vitality to slowly recover." ”

"Well, rest for two or three days, and I'll prepare something for you, so you can eat later." After saying that, he turned his back and pulled the firewood very seriously.

Mao Qing didn't notice the trance in his tone, and continued to sigh and say, "Maybe it's really useful! Originally, you don't need to eat this kind of mortal thing as an immortal, but that hateful bad old man must have forgotten me..."

"Who's the hateful bad old man?" suddenly a voice came from beside him.

"Ah!!h

When he saw that the person who came was Si Ming Xingjun, he still muttered in his mouth: "Can't you change the normal way of appearing every time? ”

"Haha~ I seem to be just in time for dinner. Si Ming laughed and picked up a small stool nearby and sat down.

"You're here to approve my immortal book, right?" Mao Qing leaned over with his stomach shy, and conjured up a small white feather fan to fan it slowly for Xingjun.

"Do you remember the conditions I gave you at the time?" Xingjun said.

"Remember, remember!" Mu Qing nodded desperately, "fulfill Mo Yi's greatest wish." Look, didn't I already help him save his mother?"

Si Ming Xingjun nodded, but immediately shook his head.

The smile on her face immediately froze on her lips, and she threw the fan aside angrily: "Are you planning to Laipi?

"Haha! I've never seen an elf who would dare to talk to me like that. Si Ming Xingjun smiled and slowly stood up, "After I finish this meal, I will tell you the reason for this." ”

"Glutton!" Xingjun stuck out his tongue and stopped paying attention to him.

After eating, Si Ming Xingjun asked Mao Qing to avoid it first, and called Mo Yi alone.

Under the peach blossom tree outside the house, Xingjun stood with his back to him.

"Mo Yi. He called softly.

"In. ”

"Your heart's wish has been fulfilled. Xingjun asked gently.

Mo Yi lowered his head and replied sincerely: "Isn't there still an answer in Xingjun's heart? Why do you still come to ask me? It's just that Mao Qing has indeed helped me a lot, and if it is enough as a test." So..."

"So you want me to directly approve her immortal status?" Si Ming Xingjun interrupted him.

"Yes. Mo Yi replied calmly.

"Is this really what you want?" Xingjun slowly turned around and looked at him intently.

"Yes or no, what's the matter? she really wants to get out of here..."Mo Yi clenched his fists, hating the indifference he pretended to be.

"You haven't asked her yet, do you give her such a judgment?" Xingjun asked with a smile, as if immortals were always in this posture.

"She's pretty clear, isn't it?"

"If you don't try anything, you're going to keep the results you think you want and nothing will change. Xingjun said in a deep voice, his voice as steady as a god's mantra.

Mo Yi's eyes widened, and many bright and vivid colors appeared in front of him as if out of thin air. Perhaps, I should try to be more honest?

"Yes! I have... I want to continue to fulfill my wish..."Mo Yi frowned, clenched his chest and said.

"Mo Yi. As long as everything has a beginning, there must be an end. If you insist on such a beginning, then you should end without regrets. Si Ming Xingjun nodded and smiled slowly.

After clicking Mo Yi, Si Ming summoned Mao Qing.

"What do you mean... I don't know what I've done before? After listening to Xingjun's words, Mao Qing was in the clouds and his brain was a mess.

"Mortals' wishes change according to reality. Mo Yi originally had no desires or desires, but after this experience, he already had the thoughts in his heart. Xingjun explained.

"Then what if I help him fulfill his other wishes, and he has other ideas?

"From the beginning, Mo Yi didn't take the initiative to ask you to help him find Snow Lotus, and I just wanted you to find him and fulfill his heart's desire. You haven't even asked him what he wants, how can you blame me for being unfair?" Xingjun said lightly.

"So, what exactly do you want, do you want to heal your leg?" asked Mao Qing looking at Mo Yi with some impatience.

"I want to play a tune that lasts for nine days. Mo Yi said indifferently.

"Ahh

"Don't make a noise, let him continue. Si Ming said in a deep voice.

"That's what I wanted. If it can be done, there is nothing else to think about. Mo Yi said in a deep voice.

"Up to nine heavens, only the immortal instrument can do it. And to make this instrument, it is necessary to find the right material to deposit the aura of heaven and earth. The road ahead is unpredictable, are you willing to go with him?" asked Si Ming Xingjun, rubbing his beard.

"No matter how literal you say, I don't have a second choice!" replied with a bitter face.

"Not necessarily! If you really want to get to where you are, I'll do that. It's just that I want you to think clearly about your decision, not everything can be turned back. Xingjun finished speaking, and knocked on Mao Qing's head with the dust again.

"I... I... You have to think about it carefully, this is too sudden!" Haoqing didn't complain this time, and replied hesitantly, she didn't expect such a result.

When he returned to his room, there was only one bed collapsed. I looked at it absentmindedly, and I didn't know what was going on in my mind.

"I'll sleep in the firewood room today!" Mo Yi walked from behind her, put down the sentence, and immediately turned around and left.

Mao Qing suddenly grabbed him: "Don't! Chat with me! I feel a little dizzy! You can still bring a cup of tea and water by your side." ”

Mo Yi paused, was silent for a while, and then nodded slowly.

Still the same as last time at the inn, the two slept on each side.

Outside the window is the hazy moonlight, and the fragrance of peach blossoms lingers in the nose.

"Why would you want that wish?" asked the White Rabbit.

"Because... Mortals are too weak. I want to try to make the gods in the sky understand the mood of ordinary people. I think music is better than words. Mo Yi replied in a low voice.

"Oh... I don't really understand, but let's count it as a good reason!Next question, how can you play a musical instrument? You can also cook, it's really incredible!" The white rabbit raised his little paws and smoothed the hair on his cheeks.

"When I was a kid, no one wanted to play with me, and when they saw me, they would bully me. I spent most of my time alone, and I slowly started to enjoy reading books and studying music theory. Actually, it's not that difficult. Mo Yi replied.

"You're so easy to talk to! If it were me, if someone dared to bully me, I would pay it back a hundredfold!"

"That's because you haven't been refuted by the majority. In this world, as long as the majority of people maintain the unity of opinion, it will become absolutely correct. Cool answer.

"Your thoughts are so pessimistic. Mao Qing sighed.

"If you don't have hope, you won't be so sad when you lose. Mo Yi said lightly.

"That's probably true for you mortals, but if you're an elf and don't have hope, there's no hope for such a long life. "Mao Qing said it clearly and quietly.

Hearing her reply like this, Mo Yi's eyebrows jumped, and his heart was at a loss again.

And in this quiet atmosphere, Mao Qing leaned into his ear and said lightly: "An Meng!" and immediately fell into the corner, silent.

Mo Yiqiang pulled out a smile, closed his eyes slightly, and said very lightly: "An Meng." ”

It was as low as a whisper, and it didn't matter if she could hear it or not.