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She did come with a trace of purpose, at the beginning, Mu Hao's gaze caused the worship in the city lord's mansion to be hit hard, so she suspected that Mu Hao here had terrifying strength, and sent Qin Ya to investigate, first, the matter was revealed, Mu Hao here, he would not make a move on a mortal, and second, he could also get acquainted.

"That...... I..."

That Qin Ya looked at Mu Hao, that Mu Hao was obviously a little displeased, she was afraid that Mu Hao would misunderstand herself, but she couldn't refute it.

"Then again, Xiaoya, you should be a chef..."

Mu Hao said, and Qin Ya suddenly came back to his senses.

"Ahh

"The cooking is so good, it should be no problem to open an inn..."

Mu Hao looked at that Qin Ya, and he didn't mean to blame, so Qin Ya breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly.

"Why, if you want to eat, I'll make it for you every day..."

She didn't know why, Mu Hao's book was angry, which made her feel very relieved, and she always felt that this person was very extraordinary.

Small house with warm lights coming out.

When Qin Ya went back on the second day, Mu Hao gave her a flower, this flower, named Ding Lan, had six petals and was very delicate.

In the City Lord's Mansion, in the council hall, a group of people were discussing things, and when Qin Ya returned, everyone just glanced at it, and Qin Ya saw that the city lord was discussing, so he turned around and left.

"Wait, Xiaoya, what are you holding in your hand..."

It was the one who was injured before, and at this moment, the worship was staring at the flower in Qin Ya's hand, and on that flower, faintly, there was a Dao essence, for the monk, if he could comprehend it, it would be a creation.

"It's a lily orchid..."

That Xiaoya raised the flower in her hand, and in the eyes of others, this was indeed an ordinary flower, but in the eyes of the monk, this was a creation.

"Where did you pick this flower..."

The worshipper's eyes were red, and he came to the side of Qin Ya.

"This is what the owner of the Baihua shop planted and gave to me."

Thinking of this, Qin Ya blushed a little and smiled unconsciously.

"This person, who is sacred, I have never heard of it, there is no spiritual fluid, no magic, there is no monk, you can plant the flower of the debut at will..."

"This person either has a vision beyond all mortals, or he has cultivated to an unfathomable ...... Gods"

The word god, he has only seen it in ancient books, and there are very few records, but it is just a flower that is planted casually, and it can have a rhyme, except for the god, no one can do it.

There is also a kind of transcendent wisdom among mortals, which can also be done, and neither of them can be offended to the monk, and even if he can be instructed, it will be of great benefit to him.

"Xiaoya, in the future, I will want all the flowers in his store, as for the price, as long as it can be within my affordability, regardless of the variety, I will buy it directly..."

The monk looked at the flower, but this flower was given to Xiaoya by Mu Hao, if he snatched it directly, he was afraid that it would anger Mu Hao, and after thinking about it, he gave up his plan.

On the second day, Qin Ya went to Mu Hao's shop and told Mu Hao about the flower, Mu Hao did not refuse, but every flower needs a spirit stone to buy.

Time passed slowly, and Mu Hao ushered in the first snow on this star.

The moment he pushed open the door, a cold wind blew, he was dressed very thickly, and at a glance, he saw the white world.

The snow scene in the mortal world, in Mu Hao's opinion, is extremely beautiful, he just sat at the door, looking up at the falling snowflakes, one by one, very shaky.

"Hey..."

At the same time as a soft drink came, a snowball fell on Mu Hao's face, and in front of him, there was an additional light figure, which was Qin Ya.

"Naughty..."

Mu Hao looked at her a little helplessly, and Qin Ya sat directly beside Mu Hao, and also raised her head to look at the snowflakes that were falling.

"You say, when a snow falls only for you, there will be no snow in your eyes..."

Mu Hao muttered, his words were with a hint of melancholy, that Qin Ya looked at Mu Hao, she didn't understand what Mu Hao meant, but she also had her own understanding.

"If a snowfall really falls for one person, I don't know if he sees snow in his eyes, but he must not be cold..."

Her words, with a hint of stubbornness and a hint of firmness, touched Mu Hao's heart, and he didn't speak in silence, just looked at the snow quietly.

At this moment, Mu Hao, he was homesick.

He didn't know what Gu Wu's current situation was, but he understood that going back like this now would not help at all, and he already knew his own way.

The ninth step of the god is the step of transforming into a mortal, this step is the condensation of his life's Dao, and as for the tenth step, now, there is also a trace of thought.

"Xiaoya, when I have planted all the flowers, I want to ask you to accompany me on a trip to the end of the world..."

Mu Hao looked up at Xue, but his words made Qin Ya on the side breathe rapidly, her face flushed, and she nodded.

"When I was young, I thought that I would take a person with me, just look at the mountains and rivers, and then go to Baitou..."

"I don't think it's too late..."

Mu Hao's words, that Qin Ya listened very seriously, looking at Mu Hao at this moment, as if a layer of separation had been broken in her heart, she slowly leaned her head on Mu Hao's shoulder.

Watch a snow fall, wait for the wind to stop, a long dusty road.

In the second year, Mu Hao planted one hundred and thirty kinds of flowers, and the flowers he planted were gradually known by the monks, and the reputation of the flower shop gradually spread.

Even more and more monks, after seeing Mu Hao, were also shocked by Mu Hao's gaze, Mu Hao's cultivation, after all, is too much higher than them, even a gaze, with a kind of deterrence, has no effect on mortals, but for monks, it is still terrifying.

Until one time, a monk who claimed to be a god came, and after he was also frightened away by Mu Hao's glance, no one dared to provoke this hundred flower shop.

In the third year, this flower shop attracted the attention of the mortal emperor, and even received Mu Hao in person and gave Mu Hao an official title, but Mu Hao didn't ask for it, except for planting flowers, just to accompany Xiaoya.

It wasn't until the fifth year that he planted all the flowers, and when he saw the field, he smiled slightly, he originally thought that after he planted all the flowers, he would be able to take that step, but he didn't expect that he still hadn't been able to condense the divine position.

On this day, he took Xiaoya, pulled Lian'er, and left the city.

His departure came too suddenly, and the closure of the shop made the monks puzzled, but none of the monks dared to move the flowers in the field, until those flowers withered, representing Mu Hao, in this city, there was no last memorial.

His appearance is a little older, and that Xiaoya is still in the mood for love, although she occasionally complains that Mu Hao never mentioned marriage, but she can be sure that Mu Hao is the person she wants to meet.

The two walked through the peaks, leaving footprints, between the mountains and rivers, Mu Hao had never met a monk, and gradually, he forgot that he was a monk.

In the seventh year, he became a fisherman, and Na Xiaoya became a weaver girl, and the two of them lived a leisurely life.

Only occasionally there are wind and waves, Na Xiaoya will be at home, praying for Mu Hao, and every time, he can come back safely.

In the past few years, he has lived a very happy life, although this kind of life is poor, but it is very fulfilling, there is no worry, there is no step by step crisis, he has been tired of body and mind, soothed a lot.

In the eighth year, he became a scholar, he already had some scholarly temperament, this time, he went to Beijing to catch the exam, and won a show, in that village, every villager came to congratulate, this is the first showman in their village, very faced.

In the evening, Na Xiaoya sharpened the ink for him, and he picked up the pen and wrote a poem, which has a moving story, twists and turns.

He had forgotten who he was a monk, but occasionally, he could remember something.

In the ninth year, he left with Xiaoya, and built a wooden house in a deep mountain, this time, he was a hunter, and with a trap everywhere, he became a well-known hunter in the vicinity.

But gradually, he also felt tired, put down his hand, this year, he only remembered once, he was a monk.

In the tenth year, he was a farmer, and in this year, he planted wheat, cultivated the wasteland, and tasted what he had grown, and was very satisfied.

This year is the 100th year he has walked out of the starry sky.

This year, he didn't remember that he was a monk, and when he forgot all his practice, he was... Every.

In the past ten years, he has lived the life he wants, and this kind of life is exactly what he longed for when he was young, ordinary, but fulfilling.

"Xiaoya, let's have a child..."

He looked at that Xiaoya, a mortal is only a hundred years, this woman, who has spent ten years with him, has never complained, has no identity as a daughter, and has no shelf, in Mu Hao's opinion, she is a little stupid, but she is stupid and moving.

That Qin Ya hugged Mu Hao and didn't speak, but she couldn't help crying.

"You close your eyes, I'll give you something..."

Qin Ya said while crying, Mu Hao smiled, touched her head, and then, slowly closed her eyes, Qin Ya took off the jade around her neck and put it on Mu Hao, this is a token of their family's love.

"I have something for you, too..."

Mu Hao looked at her, with reluctance in his eyes, his cultivation, at this moment, was unsealed with a bang, and then, on that Xiaoya's forehead, a drop of essence blood dropped.

On this side, this essence and blood are faintly connected with the breath of Xiaoya, and then, turned into a doppelganger, he once yearned for all the thoughts of mortal world, into this part, this doppelganger, will replace himself, take care of Xiaoya, until they grow old together.

After doing this, he gently kissed Na Xiaoya's forehead, Na Xiaoya opened her eyes, but she couldn't see Mu Hao's deity, all she could see was the body that was left behind and yearned for mortal dust, in this life, he would accompany her to go down.

This is Mu Hao, the only one who can stay.

He glanced at the jade on his neck, smiled slightly, and then, stepping into the void, when he reappeared, he had already come to the starry sky, and this time, he came to the tree of enlightenment.

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