Luan'er pulled her fingers into a trick, beckoned the small half-pot of moon dew elixir on the side to her hand, raised her head and drank it all.

What happened after that, the demon doesn't know. She felt as if she had fallen into nothingness. Presumably because the owner of the memory is completely drunk, and sleeps without dreams.

When Luan'er woke up again, she was already lying on the bed in her room, thinking that Mo Hua had carried her back after she was drunk.

Luan'er smiled bitterly, and as soon as she got up, she felt dry and top-heavy.

The lights in the room flickered, and it was the ink painting that walked in.

Luan'er looked at him, but didn't know what to say.

"Xiaoqi, Xuanqing has diagnosed my illness." The ink painting opened his mouth first.

The ink painting looked at himself, but shouted the names of other people. The bitterness and self-deprecation in Luan'er's heart became more and more intense, and she suddenly hated herself, her decision and identity.

"He's gone, isn't he?" The indifference in her tone made Luan'er feel cold when she heard it.

Naturally, Mohua also felt the change in Luan'er's attitude, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

The lights flickered, and they were speechless.

The sound of ink painting's cough was the first to break the silence.

"Xuanqing, what did he say?" Luan'er couldn't bear it after all, her tone softened slightly, and asked softly.

"It's okay, Xiaoqi doesn't need to worry." Ink painting.

"But you're still coughing." Luan'er asked uneasily.

"It didn't happen overnight for the immortal power to recover, Xuanqing asked me to recuperate for a while." Ink painting.

"Xuanqing, did he really say that?" For some reason, Luan'er always felt that there was something hidden from her ink painting.

"How could I deceive Xiaoqi?"

"Oh."

Seeing that Luan'er was in a state of interest, she didn't seem to be interested in continuing the conversation, and Mo Hua said softly: "Xiaoqi has just woken up from a hangover, and his body must be weak, so he should rest well." ”

Luan Er lay back down, wrapped the quilt tightly, turned her head in the direction of the wall, and no longer looked at the ink painting.

The door was gently slammed shut, and Luan Er turned her head, and the ink painting had already left.

Luan'er lay on the couch for two more days without eating or drinking, although every day the ink painting would bring her new snacks and mountain springs.

As a result, Luan'er's body was still very weak, and she went out of the room, only to find that the ink painting was not playing chess, but leaning on the fence of the attic alone, drinking to herself.

Hearing Luan'er's footsteps, Mohua looked at her and looked at her, Luan'er was surprised to find that Mohua's eyes were flushed.

"Xiaoqi." The ink painting hoarsely called her name.

Luan'er didn't respond.

"Back then, you and I vowed to be united forever in Daze, although it has been announced to heaven and earth, but I owe you a wedding after all."

"Xiao Qi must have thought that I had forgotten about it, so I was depressed all day long after I returned."

Mo Hua raised the flask in his hand, took another sip, and continued: "It's because I'm not careful. ”

"If Xiaoqi is willing to ......"

"I do."

Before the ink painting was finished, Luan'er said yes like a ghost.

She knew what the unfinished half sentence of the ink painting was.

She knew that Mohua wanted to make up for Yuqi's wedding, but she still said yes.

Even if the person in Mohua's heart is never herself, but she can bow to heaven and earth with him and drink together, she is still willing to do so.

The ink painting is a scattered immortal, he was originally a little immortal of the celestial realm Si Xing, but later because of a mistake when he was in charge of the star, he was cut off from the immortal position, and he went through the mortal world as a scattered immortal.

Therefore, he has neither relatives nor friends in this world.

Luan'er was originally a unique seven-tailed bird from all over the world, and her mother lost her memory soon after she was born. And she was rescued by ink painting when she was very young, and has lived on the Falling Star Cliff ever since.

The only one who had some intersections was the disciple of Daze Wanjianmen and the healer Xuanqing of Luoshui Jishitang, she asked Mo Hua's opinion if she wanted to invite them, but Mo Hua said that on the day of the wedding, she was alone, and it was enough for him.

"Am I going to be the most beautiful bride?" Luan'er condensed into a mirror with starlight, looked at the person in the mirror and asked softly.

"Xiao Qizi is the most beautiful girl in the world." The ink painting took the starlight and turned it into a comb, clumsily combing her hair.

Even though the ink painting is a scattered immortal, stargazing and knowing fate, calligraphy and painting in the world, but the level of his makeup really makes Luan'er embarrassed.

Looking at the serious appearance of the ink painting in the mirror, Luan'er's heart was suddenly full.

The ink painting should have never combed Yu Qi, and he was the first person to make up.

Thinking like this, Luan'er even became proud. She fantasized that the years would come to an abrupt end at this time, that he was grooming her, that the stars were falling, and that the moon was silent.

Everything is almost ready, and the ink painting turns the cold moonlight into a veil, and the starlight engraves the vow of eternal unity in the palm of the hand.

But Luan'er never found a suitable wedding dress.

"Ink painting, you are clothed in the frost of the moon, and I should dye it with the blue of the sea and the sky."

The sea is the dream of the Daze mermaids, and the sky is the longing of the seven-tailed birds.

It is the best choice to dye your own phoenix crown with the blue of the sea and sky.

The mainland of China, south to Lechuan, north to the bitter sea. On the other side of the Lethe River is the Netherworld Chaos, and at the end of the bitter sea is the boundless heavens.

Luan'er left the Falling Star Cliff and flew north all the way.

She has to rush to the endless sea of bitterness before the wedding date and find the blue of the sea and sky.

Along with Luan'er's memory, the demon can also overlook the great rivers and mountains below.

Dozens of days later, the demon felt that the scenery in front of him was familiar. Towering mountains, blue sea and forest sea.

They have flown to Midstate.

After a short time, Luan'er flew close to Yunmengze.

The forbidden immortal circle made it impossible for Luan'er to continue flying, so she could only slowly land in the dense forest and walk forward.

Half a day later, the forest gradually thinned, and Luan'er in the distance saw a pavilion built on the bank of Yunmengze.

Naturally, it is the Dream Pavilion.

An ominous premonition suddenly came to the demon's heart, and she wanted to tell Luan'er not to go over, but she was just a passer-by in Luan'er's memory, and everything she thought and said was false.

Luan'er stopped in front of the Dream Pavilion, and an old man with a blue beard and white hair suddenly broke through the air.

He stepped on the blue-scaled flying dragon and stopped in front of Luan'er.

He is an immortal.

This is the first reaction of the demon, and it is also the first reaction of Luan'er.

"You're a seven-tailed bird?" The old man didn't speak, but his voice resounded through the sky.

Luan'er nodded at a loss.

"I'm a Yunmeng Daoist from Mengze Sect." The old man revealed his identity.

"I've seen the Yunmeng Immortals." Luan Er said softly.

The Yunmeng Immortal Demon had also heard Pu Jia mention it, and he said that the Yunmeng Immortal was the last immortal of the Mengze Sect to ascend to the Heavenly Realm.

"In the last few days of the world, he climbed the steps from the back mountain of Yunmeng Mountain, one step at a time, one scene from the world, one dream and one floating life at the thousands, and on the day of the summit, the avenue was finally completed."

"The road up the mountain that the Yunmeng Immortals walked back then has also become the forbidden place of the Mengze Sect - the Dengxian Road."