In the heavenly palace, the candle flame reflects the plain ink on the screen, and the rain outside the window is unstoppable.

The newly dispatched Lu Yun Xiantong lit a handful of moon incense and stood quietly beside the desk.

After serving for a few days, he probably figured out the temper of this new star monarch.

Quiet, depressed, and doesn't like to talk.

After hesitating for a while, Lu Yun finally hesitated to speak: "Xingjun, this rain should stop it, right? ”

Hearing this, Mo Yi looked out the window lightly, and it was indeed a thousand red, and the rain was hazy.

Then he brushed his sleeves and cast a spell to stop the rain, the corners of his lips were very shallow, and he seemed to say to himself: "If she knew, she would definitely blame me." ”

Lu Yun didn't know who she was in his mouth, but he just looked at the imperceptible smile. He felt that Xingjun was in a good mood today, and he was very easy to get close to.

Then he strengthened his courage and said as if chatting: "I heard that Xingjun, your musical attainments are among the best among the immortals. When I was tidying up the warehouse the day before yesterday, I found an excellent guqin, should I bring it to play it with you twice? ”

"Guqin..."Mo Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, was silent for a while, and then asked, "Is there a horizontal flute?"

Lu Yun was stunned, immediately recalled quickly in his mind, and immediately replied: "There is no transverse flute." If you like it, I'll find one tomorrow. ”

Mo Yi shook his head, and turned into a cold look again. It's just that I suddenly remembered the original intention when he once played a song for her in that unbearable love disaster.

He lost her and became nothing. And all she left him was these habits that made him miss.

Slowly stood up, walked to the door with his hands behind his back, tilted his head and said, "I have something to go to the house, you don't have to wait here anymore." ”

"Yes. Lu Yun responded, closed the door quickly, and retreated.

Mo Yi soared into the lower realm of the clouds, and did not go anywhere else, but went straight to Zhumi Mountain.

He remembered that there should still be two fairy bamboos there, and he could also make a horizontal flute.

Ten miles of green waves, a hundred miles of moonlight, when arriving at Zhumi Mountain, the bright moon is rising to the hollow.

As soon as he got off the clouds, three or two sharp knives attacked him.

Mo Yi turned his head to dodge, but saw that the knife was inserted diagonally into the bamboo beside him, and it was only two bamboo leaves with a slight red glow.

Looking back at the attacker, he looked at each other in astonishment.

Scarlet Smoke stood barefoot on the slightly wet soil, his eyes wide open, and his mouth slightly open: "Mo Yi?"

"Hmm. He nodded.

There was a hint of trance in the crimson smoke.

The man in front of him, in a moon-white robe, looked the same as before, the years had not left a trace on his face, and the aura of that body had long been beyond the mortal.

"You're an immortal?" Crimson asked tentatively, taking a step closer.

Mo Yi looked at him and nodded again.

Scarlet Smoke sighed lightly, as if relieved, and asked with a light smile, "Then why was he a mortal before?"

Mo Yi lowered his eyes, his expression was a little gloomy, and he said in a deep voice: "Love robbery." ”

"Love?" Crimson muttered. After a long time, he seemed to realize something, but he tried his best to stabilize his mind, "Then, what about Mao Qing? Since you are both immortals, why doesn't she come to you?"

This time, Mo Yi didn't answer, just a long silence.

The wind roared, quickly passing through the bamboo forest, blowing the horns of his moon-white robe, and raising the green silk that was not bound by the scarlet smoke.

"Why don't you speak?" Crimson Smoke's voice trembled a little.

Mo Yi closed his eyes slightly and bit his lip heavily: "She is my love calamity, already... It's gone. ”

"It's gone... What do you mean...?" Scarlet Smoke rushed over and grabbed his placket.

"You say, you say!" shook Mo Yi's body vigorously, but he just didn't look away, unwilling to answer.

The rabbit dies and the fox is sad, and the thing hurts it.

This sentence kept echoing in Crimson Smoke's mind, and the sky cracked like a roar.

"Why... It's obviously your love calamity, but now you're a good immortal, but she's dying coldly?"

"Mao Qing promised me, if it is an immortal, he will be accompanied by a friend in the heavenly court, and travel together... You... You're telling me she's gone!"

In the bamboo forest, the vines suddenly burst into red haze, and the eyes of the scarlet smoke turned scarlet, revealing the murderous appearance.

"She's dead, why don't you go with her?" Scarlet asked him through gritted teeth.

Mo Yi stood quietly in place, without any signs of resistance. There was a foggy haze in his eyes.

"Do you think I'm willing to live like this? But what can I do? She wants me to live well. ”

Word by word, like a heart-piercing pain, Mo Yi's body trembled a little.

"I won't let you go!!" Scarlet Smoke shouted angrily, and the bamboo leaves poured towards Mo Yi like a rain of knives.

He didn't dodge or dodge, just looked at the immortal bamboo that was not far away, and even the immortal barrier did not turn into a resistance.

His eyes were hollow, as if what was going to happen now and in the future had nothing to do with him.

The bamboo knife with the power of scarlet smoke wounded him almost completely, and the dripping blood formed a red mist in the wind.

He only frowned occasionally, and still walked slowly towards Xianzhu.

It was closer, so he used some immortal magic to protect the bamboo, and reluctantly made it into a horizontal flute.

Holding it gently in his hand, his eyes are soft, as if this is an extremely important thing.

Scarlet Smoke took a slight step back, stopped her attack, and shouted, "Why is this?

"I owe her, and you can ask for something on her behalf. Mo Yi tilted his head to look at him, and said clearly and quietly.

Then, his footsteps staggered slightly, and even the clouds were not sharp enough, but he finally went straight to the Nine Heavens, leaving the scarlet smoke alone and standing in place.

"I won't forgive you," Scarlet said hatefully.

Mo Yi returned to the mansion covered in blood, and his injuries were a little serious.

He has always been calm and unfazed, and knocked over two tables and stools in the room in a row.

Lu Yun Xiantong, who was sleeping next door, was awakened and immediately ran over to check.

Lu Yun saw that Xingjun who seemed to have been fished out of a pool of blood, and he was confused for a while,

was about to go out to find someone to help, but was stopped by Mo Yishengsheng: "Don't worry... You don't see anything today, go back and rest!"

Lu Yun was really unwilling, but he couldn't disobey the will of the seat, so he had to hide the door and leave.

Go out and go out, but Lu Yun feels that he has always been a very motivated fairychild, how can he let his seat go?

After thinking about it for a long time, I thought about going to the Taishang Laojun's mansion to ask for some elixir, which could not be regarded as going against the meaning of Xingjun!

So he trotted and ran to the Tushi Palace.

I didn't want to pass by the Tianxiang Mansion, and I happened to meet a Shangxian fishing by the open bridge.

I ran too fast to stop, and kicked over the bucket of the fairy fish with one kick.

Lu Yun also knew that he was reckless, and immediately bowed down like an immortal to apologize.

"Isn't this the Ruoyun of the Heavenly Mansion?" Shangxian said with a faint smile.

Lu Yun was overjoyed, he didn't want other immortals to remember his name so soon.

Looking up, I wanted to see this immortal clearly.

Oh, it's still an acquaintance, who is this immortal who is not Si Lu Xingjun.

"The little apprentice has something important to do, and today he kicked out Xingjun's fish bucket, I hope I will forgive me, and when I have the opportunity next time, I will go to the house to ask for guilt. Lu Yun hurriedly said.

The etiquette was thoughtful, but Si Lu Xingjun raised his hand to block the way, with a posture of not letting him go.

"The star monarch in your mansion has always been a dull character, if he has anything important, I would like to hear it!"

Lu Yun kept scratching the back of his head: "This..."

"If you don't want to tell me, then I'll have to keep you here and settle the accounts of my fish bucket!" Si Lu's expression was light, but his tone was full of oppression.

Lu Yun thought about it, and he was indeed a little worried about the light Xingjun, so he told the matter one by one.

"I'll take a look. Si Lu sighed lightly after hearing this.

"Si Lu Xingjun..."

"You don't have to worry. Don't you know that the one in your house used to be my disciple?"

Lu Yun shook his head. There is so much gossip in this heaven that he has never studied it.

"Even though I am his teacher, I don't seem to have taken any care of him. Let's go!" said Si Lu Xingjun, dusting off his sleeves.

When I arrived at the Heavenly Mansion, I entered the room.

Seeing Mo Yi leaning against the side of the bed, he almost became a bloody man.

"Why are you so embarrassed?"

When Si Lu got closer, he found that the wounds on Mo Yi's body were one after another, and he could hardly find a piece of intact skin.

"Master rest assured, you can't die. It's just going to hurt a little bit. Mo Yi struggled to speak.

Si Lu Xingjun's expression was in a trance, and he didn't want him to call himself his master.

Holding down Mo Yi's wrist, he wanted to heal him, but he stopped him.

Mo Yi looked at him and tried his best to pull out a smile: "It's okay to have some pain in your body, so that the heartache will be lighter." ”

Si Lu Xingjun looked at him fixedly, the candle flame flickered, cut off his emaciated figure, and stuck his pupils on the screen, endless sorrow.

"I haven't taken care of you before, I'm really ashamed of my teacher, and now you still have some wishes, just tell me directly. Si Lu Xingjun said in a deep voice.

"Ahem~" Mo Yi lowered his voice and coughed, thinking, why did one or two ask him what he wanted?

Raising his eyes to look at the appearance of his master, although he had the posture of an old man in the past, he did not have such a twilight injury as today.

The moon linxiang had long since burned out, and the room was full of blood.

After a long time, Mo Yi's voice was a little hollow, and he said very lightly: "I heard that Yue Lao is an old friend of Shizun. If the master wants to help the apprentice, please go to the old man for me and ask for a wedding post!"

Si Lu Xingjun was stunned, then eased his expression, and tried to say some words of persuasion for the first time: "If you didn't have that love calamity, you wouldn't have such a sad time." I didn't know I knew her before, but you also came quietly. Now, let's just don't have that!"

"Hehuan wedding post. Mo Yi repeated it again, but did not answer Si Lu's hard persuasion. His eyes were like on fire, full of what the immortals thought were obsessive.

"She's gone. Si Lu said abruptly.

"No, she's here. Mo Yi pointed to his heart.

When he said this, the lamp and candle on the table were burning to the end.

The room was darkened, except for the night that flowed in from the window, and a plain silver glow fell on his blood-stained robe.

Lu Yun stood quietly at the door, always feeling that the frost was heavy tonight, and the dew was sad.