The copper bell on the eaves of the pavilion jingled, and Si Ming conjured up a mirror in his hand, which sealed Mo Yi's past and present lives, including the real original fate between him and Mao Qing that even Mo Yi himself did not know.

The past is unbearable, like a dream...

There is chaos in the mirror, and the clouds and thunder are faint.

Mo Yi stretched out his hand and leaned in, it was a dusty memory of the old years.

At the beginning, the heaven and earth were Hongmeng, and they were not formed.

Pangu opened the world and made a fortune with an axe.

Later, because of his mental exhaustion, he lay on the ground and died.

The air is the wind and clouds, the sound is thunder, the left eye is the sun, the right eye is the moon, the limbs and five bodies are the four poles and five mountains, the blood is the river, the tendons and veins are the ground, the muscles are the soil, the hair is the stars, the fur is the grass and trees, the teeth and bones are the gold and stone, the essence is the pearl and jade, and the sweat is the rain.

After another hundred years, the divine power left by Pangu between heaven and earth was gradually absorbed by all things.

Some of them use this to become immortals or become demons, some turn into artifacts, and some still sleep forever, ignoring the world.

The origin of Mo Yi could not be shown in the mirror, and Si Ming Xingjun thought to himself, if he was not mistaken, he should be a diamond that had absorbed the residual divine power of Pangu.

It's just that he didn't know, such a guess, he really underestimated Mo Yi and didn't know much, of course, this is a later story.

A hundred years later, the two ancient demon gods born from this began to fight, and finally one occupied the sky and the other occupied the territory, each with its own boundary.

Therefore, he was asleep when there was a fight in the heavens and the earth, and he was asleep when the Heavenly Realm was first established and when the Emperor of Heaven ascended the throne. Eight thousand years have passed, and he is lying alone and silently underground, and at this time he has no divine consciousness and does not understand the way to become an immortal.

After an unknown number of years, the Forest of All Souls gradually grew.

There was an ordinary white rabbit in the forest, but because of the weakness of life, he was buried in the ground by his relatives before he lost his breath.

And that underground happens to be the place where Mo Yi sleeps.

The white rabbit leaned on the spirit stone and slept for hundreds of years, not only escaping life and death, but also absorbing the spiritual energy in the stone, so that he could rely on the posture of the elf to cultivate for eternity.

Because most of the vitality in her body is given by diamonds, she instinctively gets close to Mo Yi and lies beside him every day.

When the White Rabbit can speak, he often talks to him, as if he is his closest friend.

Day after day, year after year, Mo Yi gradually understood her words, but he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, and occasionally flashed some luster, and he was right to respond.

Lonely and don't know who to talk to, Cui Man helps Lu Huaqing.

After 600 years together, the long time has turned these ordinary days into their own habits.

"I don't know my parents and siblings, and you don't know where you come from, so we'll be each other's companions from now on, okay? That day, the white rabbit spirit said this, and her voice was soft.

Mo Yi thought about it, that vague voice, who would it be if it weren't for Mao Qing?

The wind returns to the snow, and the old things are in the sea.

Six hundred years later, the Demon Race and the Celestial Race are fighting again.

Thunder descended, splitting a huge rift in the ground of the Forest of All Souls.

Three days later, the war stopped, the demon clan was killed, and the celestial clan returned victorious.

While mending the scars of war, the Antarctic Immortal Emperor discovered a diamond hidden in a crack in the ground. Feeling that his aura was abundant, he took him to heaven.

At this time, it coincided with the immortal family that the Queen Mother of the West defeated as a reward.

And since the mother of the King of the West presented the nine-thousand-year-old peach to the mansion of the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, she took a fancy to the diamond on his case at a glance.

The Immortal Emperor saw that the Queen Mother of the West liked it, so he gave it to her as a return gift.

The Queen Mother of the West was suffering from the lack of a suitable gemstone to set in her phoenix crown, and this diamond was just enough for her thoughts.

But because this spirit stone is a thing obtained from the Nether Realm after all, it needs to be placed in the dust washing pool for three days to cleanse the mortal qi.

Therefore, Mo Yi soaked in the dust washing pool for three days, and the memory of the mortal world disappeared, and he no longer remembered the ignorant relationship between him and Mao Qing.

Three days later, the Queen Mother of the West ordered to go to the pool to retrieve the diamond, which was to be set on her phoenix crown immediately.

Because this was a very face-saving matter, the Queen Mother of the West invited almost all the gods of the Nine Heavenly Que to the dust washing pool to watch the ceremony.

The willow leaves are like smoke, and the birds are crying.

The gods gathered, but they did not see any diamonds that were rare in 10,000 years.

The smoke of the dust washing pool dissipated, and the strange male fairy who was seen standing in the middle of the pool was slowly walking up.

Just when everyone was stunned, a trace of joy appeared on the face of the Antarctic Immortal Emperor.

It turned out that he knew at a glance that the diamond was not a spiritual creature without divine consciousness, but a god born in heaven.

As a result, a good phoenix crown ceremony turned into a ceremony for God to accept the new gods.

The Immortal Emperor pinched his fingers, gave the diamond the name Mo Yi, and placed it under the Silu Star Monarch.

The memories were interrupted at this point, the wind and thunder in the mirror stopped, and Mo Yi's consciousness returned.

"You know the rest. Si Ming Xingjun took back the mirror and said slowly.

As if talking to himself, Mo Yi was unfocused, and said very lightly: "It turns out that what she is looking for has always been me... I haven't told her yet, and I won't have a chance again..."

Si Ming took two steps forward with his sleeves folded and sighed slightly: "You are with Maoqing, after all, you have no fate." I didn't understand why the Antarctic Immortal Emperor would give you such a name. Now I know that you were born under the 'black soil', but the fate of 'rabbit walking'. Your name is your life. ”

Mo Yi raised his eyes again to look at Si Ming Xingjun, this kind-looking person, but he felt more and more strange, as if he had never met each other.

His heart ached, and even his words became scathing: "Don't tell me anything about numerology! Would you have done these things if it weren't for that gamble? I might never have met her without this, but so what? At least she was alive." It's just that you get and lose, or lose forever... What do you think is this? What are you talking about!!

Si Ming Xingjun frowned, his expression depressed. After a long time, he whispered: "If... I mean, if I had anything to compensate you, you..."

Mo Yi suddenly felt amused, and interrupted him in a very joking tone: "I also want to know what else I want besides her." When he finished speaking, he turned his back and said, "Let's visit again when I think about it!"

Si Ming Xingjun didn't stop him, but asked lightly: "You must hate me very much now, right?"

Mo Yi closed his eyes slightly, pressed his heart, and finally said in a deep voice: "I have become an immortal again, where does the hatred come from?"

The breeze is blowing, the copper bells on the eaves of the pavilion, and the fairy in the moon-white robe, in a single figure, has gone far away.

Ruohua Immortal had been guarding the gate of Tianfu Palace, and finally waited for the Light Harvesting Star Monarch to come over, and wanted to call him immediately.

But the footsteps of Xingjun are really fast enough, and I am afraid that he can only hear one sentence and he will be separated from the distance where he cannot talk.

His head spun rapidly, and he finally yelled at him.

Ruohua is not Xingjun or Moyi, but Maoqing.

Sure enough, hearing these two words, Mo Yi stopped, but looked at him with a somewhat empty and indifferent look.

Ruohua immediately went over and grabbed Mo Yi's robe, and regardless of whether it was in line with the rules or not, he hurriedly said without saluting: "There are some things that I want to hand over to you!"

Mo Yi looked at him fixedly and nodded slowly. Ruohua firmly believed that at that moment, he saw some clarity in the misty eyes of this cold Light Harvesting Star Monarch.

The two turned to the Lotus Water Pavilion and pushed the door open, the small peach blossom forest, full of falling flowers, was exactly the same as the front of the house in the mortal world.

Stepping in, the peach blossoms are in full bloom, but the face is full of autumn frost.

I saw three or two mud men standing in front of the door, all of the same height and appearance.

"This clay figurine was made when Mao Qing lived here, and it was still able to move at that time, just because she..."Ruohua paused, and then said softly, "Because I can't get the care of her immortal law, this is the appearance of clay again." ”

Mo Yi trembled and stretched out his hand to stroke it, even if Ruohua didn't say it, he knew it. Because these clay figurines look exactly like him, and they are not the same.

Looking at the master bedroom in the middle, it was a little dim, but it seemed that a cherry-colored figure could be faintly seen.

Walking in very lightly, I'm afraid it will disturb something.

A thin layer of ash on the table, with a few books spread out in a mess.

In a trance, I could see her frowning and thinking about the dim blue light.

He took two steps forward, but before he could touch it, the shadows of vanity dispersed.

He sighed heavily, and brushed the dust with his clean sleeves.

Without casting a spell, he slowly lit the lamp on the table, and there was silence in front of the flickering candle flame.

Ruohua stood on the side for a long time, and finally broke the silence with a voice.

"There's a piece of mahogany left in this room, and I think she wants to give it to you. ”

Mo Yi looked back and gently took the peach note handed over by Ruohua.

Reading it word by word, it is full of her unfinished lovesickness.

Closing her eyes slightly, I saw her smiling faintly.

It's just that the old man went, and left this paper trail empty.

I suddenly felt cold in my heart, and it seemed that there was no way to warm up anymore.

"And this Neidan, Mao Qing originally asked me to think of some methods, but I think that Xingjun, you must be more useful than me. Put it with you, she must be more at ease. Ruohua then placed a purple inner pill in Mo Yi's palm.

Purple jade...

Mo Yi knew this, accepted Nedan, and accepted it.

He then sat quietly for a long time before he thanked Ruohua lightly, put the peach wood note close to his heart, and walked out of the courtyard gate.

He walked so resolutely that it seemed that he would never come to this place again.

Ruohua shook his head and blew out the lights.

In the darkened room, it seems that you can still hear the clever laughter of Mao Qing's old days pulling him to ask questions.

Ruohua understands that at some point, he has fallen in love with her. It's just that what she likes is not her, but her deep love for someone, even if that person is not herself.

Gently covered the door of the courtyard, but also covered the fragrance of peach blossoms in the courtyard and the affection of a lifetime...