Chapter 65: The Green Mountain God

The blood-clothed demon cultivator smiled in a low voice, slowly cut away the cruel smile, and said slowly: "It's dirty, it's boring." Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 info" grabbed Jun Gu's clothes, took the net with it, and threw it into the distance like rags.

"Jun Gu!" Momoki hissed and shouted desperately, turning and running towards his body.

Maybe he really felt bored, the blood-clothed demon cultivator chuckled, his jade-white face reflected the moonlight, and his face was stained with a little blood, he raised his hand to touch the warm blood stains on his face, put it on the tip of his lips and licked it, and shook his head in disgust: "Not enough, not enough, such a cultivator immortal, sneer..."

It seems that he looks down on Jun Gu and Taoqi, and when he deals with them, he lowers his identity, and his bloody clothes fly and jump into the clouds.

Taoqi's sword is a sword that slashes immortals, and it is stabbing Jun Gu's chest at this time.

This was what Jun Gu gave him to defend himself when they first met.

Jun Gu knew that the sharp sword in his chest could destroy his immortal body. But if it is compared to being spurned and disgusted by the person in front of you, what is this sword?

Gossip and ignorance will kill people more thoroughly.

It's great that he didn't let him go through that and died, it's so good.

Tonight, the first quarter moon.

The moonlight with the smoky wind is so beautiful.

Blood spilled from Jun Gu's lips, Tao Qi looked at him helplessly, and kept muttering: "I'm sorry, I missed, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." What should I do, Jun Gu, you speak, tell me, how can I save you? ā€

Jun Gu turned his eyes to look at Tao Qi, his eyes were gentle, and he threw away his usual arrogance and arrogance in the past, this gaze made Tao Qi calm down.

Jun Gu smiled and raised his hand to touch the side of his face, and said slowly: "Taoqi, don't be afraid, don't cry." ā€

He gently stroked the side of his face, wiped away the tears on Taoqi's face with his thumb, and smiled so happily: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have appeared." Disgusting you, sorry, scared, sorry, sorry..."

His voice was so soft, so light, Tao Qi watched him close his eyes, put the hand on his side face, slowly slid down, fell to the ground, and lifted a piece of peach blossoms.

"Jun Gu, you, you make it clear! How dare you die? You said you'd be drinking with me every year! How dare you, how dare you speak without faith. "I said that I would come to see him every year, and I said that I would do it.

"I, I killed Jun Gu?" Momoqi let out a low roar, holding his head in his hands, tears dripping to the ground.

Selfless obsession, lying down and sleeping.

If God has mercy, let me be a peach tree in front of your door in the next life, guard your twilight dynasty, and protect you year and month.

Lu Li looked at the stupid Taoqi and said softly: "Later, Jun Gu's soul came to the Mayfly Inn and begged me to attach his soul to the most prosperous peach blossom tree. And let me erase all your memories of him. ā€

Tao Qi turned his eyes to look at Lu Li, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "He begged you to erase my memory, and you want to erase it?" Have you ever asked me what I mean? ā€

Lu Li still maintained his old appearance, and said without sadness or joy: "No." He looked at Taoqi with slightly drooping eyes, and said slowly: "The fate between you and Jun Gu is only that tree, since you don't want to forget, it's a good thing to think about it." ā€

Tao Qi closed his eyes slightly for a moment, and muttered in a low voice: "Jun Gu, it was I who killed him." ā€

You Ning breathed a sigh of relief, calmed down, and looked sideways at Tao Qi's gaze a little softer, what happened to this person was all because of the bloody demon cultivator, the demon cultivator, he deserved to die.

"Taoqi, have you seen your own heart, are you like him to him?" Lu Li asked in a soft voice.

Taoqi looked at Lu Li in shock, his heart?

He doesn't want him to die, he doesn't want him to leave, so does that mean that he loves him too?

No, no, no, how, how could he, how could he fall in love with a male fairy?

He firmly believes so.

Lu Li shook his head slightly and said, "Whatever you want, whatever you want, whatever you want." He took a few steps forward, and out of nowhere, a fresh breeze blew his plain white garment a little.

He looked sideways at the peach tree that attached Jun Gu's soul, lowered his eyes slightly, and his expression was unpredictable.

After a long silence, he walked slowly, and with a wave of his sleeves, the phantom under the tree seemed to be blown away by the wind, and the shadow dissipated. Standing under the tree, Lu Li stroked the trunk of the tree with his hand, and said in a low voice: "I have helped you achieve your long-cherished wish, and now I will take you as a reward, and I hope you can stay with him in the morning and dusk." ā€

Except for the peach tree, no one heard this sentence, and no one knew what Jun Gu's last long-cherished wish was other than attaching to this peach tree.

Lu Li raised his hand and folded a peach blossom in his hand, and said, "Love or not, only you know in this world." At this time, it is the entrustment of the monarch Gu Shangxian and will no longer accept your money. ā€

Yu Ning and Lu Li left Qingyao Mountain, leaving Tao Qi alone, standing in the smoke and rain, unable to let go for a long time.

"Won't he leave the illusion?"

Lu Li turned around and said, "This is already Qingyao Mountain. ā€

You Ning turned his eyes to look at the peach tree in full bloom, yes, as early as he waved his sleeves, the arrogant laughing Jun Gu under the tree was no longer there. This is not an illusion, but Qingyao Mountain.

As long as the person is willing, he can transform reality and illusion.

Momoki stood under the tree in a daze, and finally remembered everything.

He turned around silently, and did not look at the peach tree more, collected the most beautiful and complete petals, and brewed his best peach blossom brew.

The process of sake brewing is not easy, the peach blossoms are steamed together with the grains, the raw materials are steamed to make koji, fermented into sake, and then filtered to filter the lees to obtain the liquor.

He was glad to do this, and on the day the wine was brewed, he sat down under the peach tree, drank a cup of himself, and sprinkled a glass of it on the earth, as if he could still hear the man's insolent laughter, and laughed foolishly.

When all this is done, the sake is brewed again. He always looked forward to the day when there would be an arrogant immortal, squatting in the clouds, and asked him with a smile, Taoqi, are you waiting for me?

He felt sad, not knowing if it was because of the lack of a noisy friend, or because of the lack of people who came to drink with him every year. Gradually, he changed.

Legend in the mortal world says that the mountain god of Qingyao Mountain is the god Wuluo, and his name carries a peach character. The human face is like a peach blossom, with a small waist, white teeth, gold rings in the ears, and a voice like a yaopei.

The mountain he managed, suitable for lovers, and there was a bird on the mountain, called "铲", which could prosper children and grandchildren. There is a kind of grass on the mountain, called "Xun grass", and eating it can make people more beautiful......

You Ning was a little puzzled and asked, "Wasn't Tao Qi a mountain ghost originally?" ā€

Who said that "love" can't make people get the truth? Lu Li replied with a smile.

You Ning frowned slightly and looked at him: "Did the boss give up his love?" ā€

"Me." He shook his head slightly, but did not answer.

In the past, the immortal cultivation world always said that lust hindered the avenue, and those who cultivated immortals were all ruthless and abandoned love, but they didn't expect that this was just a misunderstanding of mortals.

The mountain ghost has cultivated into a mountain god, but it is just by relying on his own epiphany.

The Buddha said: Great compassion has no tears, great enlightenment has no words, and laughter is silent.