At the end of the long kiss, she leaned on his shoulder and whispered in his ear: "When I see Si Ming Xingjun, I will refuse him, and then, let's go home together, right?"

Let's go home together.

He lifted her shoulder, looked at her and shook his head: "You're talking about this kind of stupid thing again." If you lose your life because of this, I will regret what you have done. ”

Mao Qing was stunned for a moment, blushing and lowering his head slightly: "But... God and man cannot be together. ”

His eyes flickered, and then he said in a low voice: "The life of an immortal will be very long, right? You accompany me, and when I die, you will be your immortal again, so it can't be considered together, right?"

She stared at him intently. After thinking about it for a long time, he was silent for a long time, and finally pursed his lips and smiled: "Okay." ”

Mo Yi hugged her into his arms again and tightened his arms.

Her chin gently rubbed against the top of her hair, and the fragrance of her hair lingered on the tip of her nose.

His eyes were slightly closed, and the corners of his lips curved. Twenty years, no! Even in the nearly 10,000 years when he was an immortal, he has never laughed so happily...

At night, the moon is white and the wind is clear.

The two stood in front of everyone with their fingers in each other's hands.

Scarlet Smoke smiled weirdly, Xiang Youluo frowned, but Xiang Youluo looked like he was about to cry.

It's just that Mao Qing is unwilling to analyze their various strange emotions. Her appetite suddenly improved, and she ate the bamboo shoots very happily.

When Scarlet Smoke was about to tease her, her heart flickered, and then she pursed her lips and said, "It seems that a distinguished guest has arrived." ”

The door was open without wind, and Si Ming Xingjun dressed in ordinary cloth clothes and stood quietly at the door.

"Who is this old man?" asked Xiang Youlu, pointing at him.

"If you are not mistaken, he is the Si Ming Xingjun, one of the six star monarchs who is in charge of the reincarnation of all things and the way of life!" Crimson said in a deep voice.

"He's alive... Immortals?" Xiang You's eyes widened, stunned on the spot.

Si Ming Xingjun walked into the bamboo house, waved his hand and smiled: "It's okay, it's okay to call the old man anything." ”

After the words fell, he bypassed the wandering who couldn't even close his mouth, and walked straight to the front of Mao Qing: "What's the matter? I'm here to fulfill my promise." When will you go to heaven with me?"

Mao Qing was slightly stunned, lowered his voice and muttered, "Xingjun, you are like this every time... Ziyu was also at that time... It didn't show up when it should be. ”

"Everyone has a predetermined fate. Even if it weren't for the Xiyuan Demon Venerable, he would have this catastrophe. Si Ming Xingjun said lightly.

Mao Qing lowered his head, feeling very uncomfortable.

"But," Si Ming Xingjun comforted her, "didn't you take his Inner Dan? ”

Mao Qing raised his head suddenly: "Really?"

"I won't lie to you. Si Ming Xingjun smiled.

After saying this, he turned around and paced in front of Mo Yi again: "What I wish in my heart is going soon! There is no feast in this world that will not be dispersed." ”

Mo Yi raised his eyes to look at him, and Si Ming Xingjun was shocked to find that the sparkle in his eyes had become more soft, and there was less forbearance and fortitude when he was an immortal.

Nodding slowly, Mo Yi took out the treasure bag he was carrying, rolled up his sleeves and walked out of the bamboo house.

The others followed quietly.

The moonlight is as soft as a lake, and the bamboo leaves are just as clear as the wind.

Love is thinking, don't leave the sorrow...

Mo Yi stood still in front of the open space of the bamboo house, and the group of people kept some distance from him, standing around.

Xiang Youxuan sighed lightly, he always felt that today's Mo Yi was very special.

Although his face has not changed, the brilliance in his eyes is as bright as that of a cold star, but it can only accommodate one person.

And that person is not himself.

Mo Yi paused, then opened the treasure bag and took out the horizontal flute.

Raise your hand to your lips, lower your head, and close your eyes slightly.

The clear flute is full of silver frost, and the night wind hits the bamboo fragrance and overflows the air.

Or maybe it was because it was a musical instrument used by immortals, and many fireflies that were supposed to be sleeping flew out of the wet soil under their feet.

The glow of fluorescent green, flickering and dimming, swirls around, making it difficult to know whether the stars in the sky have fallen or whether they are already in the starry sky.

Suddenly, he raised his eyes to look at her, and there was a tenderness between his eyebrows that could not be dissolved.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, I don't know who has a lot of tears in his eyes, and a little liver and intestines are broken in his heart.

Mao Qing smiled as much as he could, and if it was separated, the last thing he remembered would be his own smile!

The past is like a marquee, all flowing in Mo Yi's mind.

Clear...

A glimpse of the first sight, and a shallow smile when they intersect.

I suddenly remembered the 'Farewell to the Flowing Clouds' that day.

Say goodbye here, when will you return?

Life is like a play, and that kind of dance overlaps with today's scenery, like a dream.

The music is clear and graceful, as if it has a shape, and it merges into a melodious brilliance in the sky, straight up to the nine-fold heaven.

That kind of song brings together a thousand emotions, which is enough to shake the heart of all things.

The immortal of the cloth star stopped the hand that spread the stars, the night god who was in a hurry stopped the running ox cart, Wu Gang stopped the axe that had not been static for thousands of years, and although the cowherd and the weaver girl could not see each other, they leaned on the bank of the Milky Way and looked at each other in pairs.

In the deepest part of the Wanzhong Palace, on the gilded throne with phoenix clusters, the woman wearing the phoenix crown frowned tightly because she heard this song. Although the twelve hanging bead curtains on the crown blocked her appearance, the majesty did not diminish in the slightest.

With one hand on his cheeks, he is in a lazy position.

She turned her head to look at the bronze mirror of the peony flowing clouds. The most eye-catching thing in the mirror is naturally the graceful and luxurious phoenix crown on the top of the head.

It's just that there is a hole in the middle of this unique phoenix crown, as if it is missing a major embellishment.

The woman's gaze suddenly became sharp, the corners of her lips pursed slightly, and she lowered her voice and said fiercely: "Mo Yi, what does it mean to make the best use of things and not go against the way of heaven, I will let you understand it thoroughly." ”

When the words fell, a contemptuous smile on her lips could be faintly seen, which made people feel cold.

The song ended, and Mo Yi's hands gradually emptied. The bamboo flute turned into a stream of fireflies and floated into the sky, leaving only some vain shadows.

Mao Qing looked at him fixedly, although he didn't know what song he was playing, but he heard the tenderness.

Mo Yi was silent for a while, and it wasn't until he realized what his true desire was.

It's not for that flute, and it's not for the sake of the Nine Heavens.

All he wanted was to have her by his side, and even such a song only wanted to be played to her.

He wants to be with her, even if he knows the difference between the different kinds, even if he understands his short life like a mayfly, he wants to be with her all the time.

"Your wish has been fulfilled, Mao Qing, you can go back to the Heavenly Realm with me quickly!" Si Ming Xingjun stepped forward, interrupting their respective thoughts.

Mao Qing suddenly looked back at Si Ming, such a sentence was obviously very familiar before, but now he was a little unclear what he was referring to.

Perhaps, he was referring to parting...

Si Ming Xingjun waved his hand lightly, and the ribbon woven by the colorful glow was tied around the body.

He smiled faintly, immediately flicked his sleeves, and disappeared in place first.

Mao Qing was shocked to find that the colorful glow ribbons on his body were floating and fluttering, and his toes slowly left the ground, and his whole body was about to fly into the air.

"Mo Yi!!" She held out her hand to him, calling out his name.

The moon-white figure took two steps and finally grabbed her hand.

Mao Qing desperately opened his eyes, but the tears still flowed down uncontrollably.

Large tears fell on his hands, and he half-pulled her into his arms.

It's just that the colorful glow ribbon seems to be in a hurry to return to the upper realm, and the lower half of Mao Qing's body has already floated into the air.

The foreheads are against each other, and the eyes are full of compassion.

"Don't cry, I'm waiting for you!" he said in a panic.

and quickly took out the diamond that had followed him since he was born from his bosom and stuffed it into her arms.

The ribbon pulled Maoqing's body higher and higher, and his and her hands, entangled, reluctant, ten fingers clenched, and slowly withdrew.

In the end, I tried my best, but I couldn't even touch my fingertips.

There were still her undried tears on the back of her hands, and the tips of her fingers seemed to linger on the fragrance of her hair.

It's the same as before, but I don't see her.

I don't know what missing is, what is deep love. In just a few months like this, she understood this, and she taught herself to understand this.

Mo Yi raised his head, and finally felt that the sky was high, really far away...

Scarlet Smoke walked over and said lightly, "Are you going to wait for her here?"

Mo Yi was stunned for a long time, and only then did he have some focus in his eyes, and then he replied, "No." There is also my mother waiting for me at home. I'm ready to go home. ”

"It's fine. "Scarlet smoke didn't stay.

"When?"

"I'll leave tomorrow. ”

Scarlet Smoke nodded.

When I said goodbye on the second day, the scarlet smoke was still draped in her hair, and there was a pair of bamboo clogs at her feet.

patted Mo Yi on the shoulder, and said with a chuckle: "If you see Mao Qing, take me to tell her that it will take me twenty years to fly to the upper realm." I want her to quickly find out the situation in this upper realm during this time, and she can't forget the appointment of companionship at that time!"

"Rest assured, she is a man of his word. Mo Yi replied lightly, he felt that their meeting would not be far away.

Scarlet looked at their departing figures, squinting slightly, maybe the sun was hot, and the silhouette of Mo Yi was dim, like a person who had lost his soul.

A thought suddenly surged into his heart, and he always felt that the inappropriate relationship between him and her, and the hardships seemed to have no end.

Going down the bamboo forest path, Mo Yi walked with the Xiang family brothers and sisters.

"Where is your hometown?" Xiang Youluo took the initiative to talk to him.

"Far away. Mo Yi muttered.

You pursed her lips, and said in a low voice, "Actually, you can stay in the Xiang Mansion." ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but I can't stay. His expression was sculpturally indifferent.

Xiang Youlu immediately became listless.

In fact, seeing all the things he did with Maoqing, how could she not understand his sincerity?

It's just that this is her first relationship, and if she lets it go, she always feels that she can't let go.

"That's... Can I go see you?", she asked with courage.

Mo Yi looked at her suspiciously.

"Because... Because I haven't thanked Miss Qing yet. She saved me after all, and I hope you are doing well. Said leisurely.

Mo Yi squinted slightly, thought for a while, and finally nodded.

When they arrived in Yangui Town, Mo Yi parted ways with the two and embarked on the journey home alone.

After walking for almost a month, I arrived at the mountain in front of my hometown.

I was hoping that I would be able to wake up and see her suddenly appear in front of me, holding her cheeks and smiling mischievously.

Just, no.

There was a hint of disappointment, but there was still hope. I always feel that being alive and meeting her is a cherished thing in itself.

Before he entered the house, he saw his mother watering the peach blossom tree in front of the door.

Holding a handkerchief, Wu gently wiped the sweat from Mo Yi's forehead, and said in a kind tone: "In the morning, the peach blossom essence turned back into this peach blossom tree, and I expected that Wu'er must be coming back soon." Why, didn't that woman come back with you?"

"She... Now he is a disciple under the constellation of Si Ming Xing Jun..."Mo Yi replied calmly, but there was sadness in his eyes.

Wu's eyebrows jumped, and he immediately asked, "Won't you come again?"

Mo Yi shook his head and pulled out a smile: "Yes." And I promised her that I would definitely wait for her. ”

He took an extremely plain bamboo flute from the room and held it tightly in his hand.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell on his shoulders, and he played the song of the day in front of the courtyard.

There is a growing longing in the song, but I don't know if she can listen.

Fate is a net, and those schemes that do not know good or evil or malicious have gradually germinated. How many times can that weak red line withstand the impact?

Whose jade flute is flying in the dark, it is difficult to remember the dancing Luo Yi to the moon...