Chapter 41 Who Sues in This Situation

Si Lu Xingjun stood up slowly, and finally promised a 'good' word.

Mo Yi smiled slightly, and muttered, "Thank you, Master." ”

Si Lu Xingjun nodded, and immediately went to the Yuelao Mansion.

The huge acacia trees in the house are in full bloom all year round. The shadows of the jagged trees are slender and green.

Acacia, acacia, both branches and leaves and petals are opposites, and now they are comparable, but it is just a bleak state.

The old man in red was nervously unraveling a red thread, and asked without raising his head: "Why did you come to me so late?" Come and help me see where the head and tail of this red thread are. ”

Si Lu Xingjun walked over, lowered his body, pinched one end of the red line at once, and gently pulled it, and the entangled red line suddenly opened up.

Yue Lao took the red line happily: "You and I are almost the same age, why are you more sober than me every time?"

"Maybe... But the authorities are confused!" Si Lu Xingjun said in a deep voice.

The old man wrapped the red thread around the wedding slip, and said with a smile: "You won't just come to join me to participate in meditation and enlightenment today, right?"

"Ask you for something. Si Lu Xingjun said very seriously.

Yue Lao looked at him in surprise: "Red line?"

Si Lu Xingjun shook his head and said lightly: "Hehuan wedding post." ”

Yue Lao blinked, and his mouth opened wide: "This Hehuan wedding card is a thing used by the fairy family for marriage matchmaking, and it is a true certificate of sincerity in the sea and rotten." Could it be that Si Lu, your Red Luan Star has moved?"

Shaking his head, Si Lu looked at the wedding slip that was full of mortal mortal fate, and said lightly: "It's not me, it's still my apprentice." ”

It turned out to be the star of the light.

Yue Lao was silent for a moment, looked at the somewhat haggard Silu Xingjun, and comforted: "You don't have to blame yourself. You know, although I am in the position of fate, I also respect the will of heaven and follow the trend. If those two people are not fateful, even if I give you a hundred red threads, the two of them will not be connected. ”

"After all, this matter started because of me and Si Zhi, and it is difficult to escape the condemnation of my conscience. Si Lu shook his head, "At that time, I always felt that I was taking advantage, and I didn't lose anything no matter what the outcome was. Now that I look at it, I have lost Mo Yi's dead heart, what a sin!"

"That's it, take this wedding post, that's all we can do. Yue Lao handed the red wedding card with golden bronzing lines to Si Lu Xingjun.

After thanking him, Si Lu took the wedding card and said goodbye.

walked to the door but turned back and said: "I used to think that your position as a marriage god was not very important, so it seems that everything that is contaminated with love words is probably the most important." ”

Lu Yun got up early in the morning, rubbed his eyes, and then rubbed them again.

I saw the sun shining in the sky-like mansion, and the warblers were chirping gracefully.

Ten miles of fragrant flowers.

He immediately rushed to Mo Yi's room and knocked on the paulownia door.

"Come in. I only heard the master's voice soft.

Lu Yun pushed the door open in a daze.

The room is very bright, the moon linxiang is dyed in the room, and even the table is inserted with newly picked peach blossoms.

I saw Mo Yi wearing a bright red green bamboo dark pattern robe. With a calm expression, holding a brush in his hand, he was writing something very seriously.

"Master... Are you in a very good mood today?" Lu Yun asked hesitantly.

Mo Yi wrote: "Today... is the most important day. If you can't laugh now, I'm afraid there is nothing to hope for in this life. ”

After finishing speaking, he put down his pen, walked over slowly, and touched the top of Lu Yun's hair very gently: "I can't teach you anything, it's really a waste to follow me." If you have a good teacher, I can repair the book and send you there. ”

Under the sun, his whole body seemed to be covered with a halo, and it turned out that if he was willing to smile, it would be very good-looking.

Lu Yun felt that even the Dragon Prince of the South China Sea, who was one of the best in appearance, could not be compared to him, after all, it was just that his temperament was too dull.

Immediately shook his head and looked up at Mo Yi: "Your Excellency is too worried, Lu Yun is willing to follow you." ”

Mo Yi smiled faintly and nodded slightly.

Lu Yun stood at the door for a long time before he remembered that he had come over to tell him something very important.

Then he patted the top of his head, took out a wooden card from his arms and handed it over: "Yesterday, if the Huaxian came to visit, ask me to bring you something." I'm afraid I'll disturb your rest, and I'm thinking I'll leave it to you now. ”

Mo Yi came over and took it in his hand to see that it was a wooden plaque with the name of the immortal written on it.

The two characters in the book are '濯清'.

He smiled to himself, tightened his grip on his hand, and brushed his other hand down the path of the pen.

It's just that the handwriting on the wooden sign is cold, unlike her, who can always give herself a warm feeling.

At night, the palace lights are curling, red candles and silver light.

Mo Yi quietly stared at the two dragon and phoenix candles at the head of the bed, his expression was delicate and soft.

"Lighting a candle, do you like that?"

"Don't worry, I've protected them with a spell, and they will burn until dawn. ”

Mo Yi muttered to himself, clutching the wooden card tightly in his hand.

The candle flame is dim, an inch of acacia and an inch of gray.

A red silk cover was lightly spread on the side of the bed beside him, and when he suddenly looked back, he could see her gently uncovering her hijab and sticking her tongue out at herself mischievously.

A smile tugged at his lips, covered the hibiscus tent, and slept with his clothes closed.

The candle flame is flickering, and on the round table, the wedding card with a big red background and a golden pattern of acacia flowers has the names of the two written on it.

The end of the word is entangled, like twin vines, and the veins are affectionately glued to the bones.

After this day, it was difficult for Lu Yun to see Xingjun in the mansion, and every time he saw the homework that Xingjun had left for him on the table in his room. The huge heavenly mansion is extremely cold.

In Xingjun's words, these immortal friends are either idle or enthusiastic. The kind of frequent visits made him feel a little annoyed.

But it's not good to close the door and thank the guests, so I just leave an empty house, but I am comfortable.

Mo Yi transformed the entire Heavenly Realm, and it seemed that the punishment of Sendai was a little cleaner except for the punishment of the criminal law.

This ninefold heavenly que has also existed for tens of thousands of years, and most of the immortals know the general situation, and I am afraid that this punishment immortal platform has not been used for some years.

It is said that this criminal law is serious, and it is not allowed to use immortal law to protect it, even the immortals are terrible, and they are broken when they hear it.

Therefore, this is a very obscure place, and ordinary people will not be able to go here.

But it was because there were few people that Mo Yi chose this place, standing in front of the punishment of Xiantai every day, holding the horizontal flute that he had been able to toss, and blowing some acacia tunes in a low voice.

Let's talk about this Queen Mother of the West.

Because Mo Yi escaped this catastrophe and was promoted to Star Monarch, he had no suitable reason to destroy him again.

So these days, the liver is hot, and I look angry all day long.

There are many daughters of the Queen Mother of the West, and there are twenty-seven who can be counted as famous.

On this day, the twenty-second 'Qing'e' fairy came early in the morning to greet the Queen Mother of the West.

Qing'e knelt down under His Royal Highness with some trepidation, dressed in a group of blue lotus patterned clothes, layered on the stone floor, like Qingbo lotus leaves on the surface of the lake.

Qing'e thought that she seemed to have not seen the Queen Mother of the West for some days.

Above this heavenly court, the biggest is the Emperor of Heaven, and the supreme among the fairies is none other than the Queen Mother of the West.

The Queen Mother of the West has always been in charge of plagues and punishments, and she is majestic and supreme, but she is quite strict and cold to her children.

After waiting for a long time, before I saw him, I heard the voice of Ayaluo Zhucui.

The Queen Mother of the West didn't look down at Qing'e, but said lightly: "You don't stay in your Qingcheng Palace, what are you doing when you come to me?"

"Greetings to the Queen Mother!" Qing'e tried her best to steady her trembling voice.

"Nothing else?"

"It's true that there's one more thing.," Qing'e hesitated.

The Queen Mother of the West lowered her eyes, and Qing'e could hear the extremely contemptuous snort in her nose.

It's just that the words have already begun, and the result is the same whether to say it or not, so he looked up at the people on the seat and said loudly: "The child has grown 30,000 years old so far, I hope the queen mother will explain some things, so that the child can be more tempered." ”

The Queen Mother of the West tapped her five fingers lightly on the throne, thinking that among her children, she took the initiative to ask for something to do, and this Qing'e was afraid that she was the first one.

His daughter originally planned to marry the gods of various roads in order to strengthen her position. If you send some missions and cause one or two to fall for no reason, isn't it worth the loss?

Then he lowered his voice: "No matter in heaven or earth, if you want to do something, you must understand something! Do you really want to do something that damages the immortal yuan?"

Qing'e bit her lip tightly and said, "No complaints, no regrets." ”

"Haha~" Queen Mother Xi laughed, "Then, you go to punish Sendai first, memorize all the punishments that the immortal needs to endure, and then come to me to deal with the task!"

"Punish Sendai..."Qing'e muttered, but still said softly: "Obey!"

On the second day, Qing'e arrived alone in Sendai.

It's foggy and foggy, there's no life, and it doesn't look like a fairy land at all.

I wanted to quickly find the regulations on the Penalty Sendai and read them well and leave, but I didn't want to hear a flute.

This place is really weird, and it stands to reason that Qing'e, who has always been timid, should have fled immediately and come back at another day.

It's just that the flute sound is tactful, and the endless affection slowly attracts her to the past.

Looking for the sound of the flute, the clouds gradually dispersed.

Through the layers of locking the immortal chain, Qing'e's eyes melted into a moon-white figure.

She didn't know him, and she didn't even understand why someone played a flute in such a ghost place.

But she couldn't move her steps, and even wanted to get closer.

In the song, the willows are broken, and the dreams are blown into the empty mountains.

His footsteps moved slightly, and his hand couldn't help but catch the chain in front of him.

Suddenly, the hundred heavenly locks shook, like a tiger sniffing blood, and the ten chains in front of her were about to attack her.

Qing'e exclaimed in surprise and blocked her hands in front of her.

It's just that there was no pain as expected, a moon-white figure rose in front of her eyes, the chain of locks and immortals rattled in her ears, and she was brought into a strange embrace.

In the whirlwind of the world, Qing'e's eyes were full of his clear face, and the tip of his nose was the moonlin incense stained on his clothes.

The wind was a little noisy, and the terrifying sound of the immortal chain was still audible. She curled up in his arms, but she didn't feel cold, and she didn't feel a trace of fear.