Some monks disdained Ye Hao, thinking that it was a false rumor. There are also monks who have high regard for him, a monk who has been deposed of his body, even if the rumors are exaggerated, but he can make the Sea King look at him differently, which is a miracle in itself.

Just when Ye Hao became the talking point of many monks in the immortal cultivation world, he and Mo Qianqian walked hand in hand on famous mountains and rivers, avoided the places where monks gathered, and lived a life of only envying mandarin ducks and not immortals.

It was getting closer and closer to the place where Han Yeyue and Bei Xiaohui lived, but Mo Qianqian's cheerful expression became heavier and heavier after meeting Ye Hao.

On this night, the moon was bright in the sky, but the stars were sparse.

Mo Qianqian sat alone on the top of the mountain, her figure looking a little sad in the moonlight.

"The moon is very round today, isn't it beautiful?" Ye Hao suddenly appeared beside Mo Qianqian, and didn't ask her why she was sad, but asked about the wind and snow.

"Well, it's beautiful, it's just a little too cold. Mo Qianqian was a little absent-minded.

"Have you noticed that when the moon is round and bright, the stars in the sky are very scarce, and when the moon is hidden, the sky is full of stars? Ye Hao said.

Mo Qianqian was stunned for a moment, it seemed that this was really the case, she looked at Ye Hao, and felt that he didn't seem to be as simple as talking about the stars and the moon.

"Things in the world are difficult to be perfect, you get some and are destined to lose some, and in the same way, you are destined to gain some if you lose some, just like this path of cultivating immortals, mortals envy immortals and want to be born, but immortals want to enter the world. Ye Hao patted Mo Qianqian's fragrant shoulder.

Mo Qianqian's heart trembled, and she hugged Ye Hao suddenly, he seemed to live in her heart, and easily saw through her thoughts.

Since the fall of her father Mo Yanzhenren, all the motivation for Mo Qianqian's cultivation comes from hatred, she hates all demon cultivators, but for more than ten years, not only has she failed to kill the wolf barbarian demon general under the command of the Heaven Slaying Demon King, but even the demon cultivators who died in her hands are far inferior to the human monks who died in her hands, she feels very confused, once upon a time, she has been unrecognizable.

The closer she got to Bei Xiaohui, the more Mo Qianqian had a feeling of hesitation that she didn't dare to meet.

She said she wanted revenge, but her hands were full of blood of the same kind.

How can she go to see Bei Xiaohui now? Will she make Bei Xiaohui, her closest person, feel strange?

"I don't want to lose ......" Mo Qianqian leaned into Ye Hao's arms and muttered, she didn't want to lose her mother, and she didn't want to lose this embrace.

"Since it is still there, it is to have, so what is there to lose? Cherish what you have, forget what you have lost, and you will never lose it." Ye Hao stroked Mo Qianqian's hair.

Mo Qianqian's empty heart was suddenly enriched, her mother was still there, this embrace was still there, then she already had it, Ye Hao's philosophical words showed her a way, a way to get her heart out of trouble.

"Ye Hao, we ...... Let's double cultivate. Mo Qianqian suddenly raised her head, her pretty face seemed to be shy and timid, and she looked so charming and moving in the moonlight.

Ye Hao was slightly stunned, thinking that he had heard it wrong, but then he was ecstatic in his heart, these days, although he got along with Mo Qianqian at night, he understood that she was not ready, even if sometimes hugging and kissing made him ** inflated, he only suppressed it silently, and now it is finally clear from the sky and the clouds.

"Are you sure?" asked Ye Hao.

"You said that I can only double cultivate with you in my life...... Mo Qianqian's snow-white teeth bit her red lips, and she vaguely saw the innocence of more than ten years ago from her face. At that time, her delicate angelic baby face and her extremely fiery figure made Ye Hao, who had read a thousand flowers, feel amazed at the first glance.

Ye Hao kissed it with a big mouth, and the passion was released at this moment.

As soon as the forbidden law is released, the inside looks at the outside, but the outside can't see the inside.

The curtain is on the ground, the silver moon is the lamp, the Luo Shang is the king's fading, and the jade body is allowed to taste.

Ye Hao looked at the beautiful ** in front of him obsessively, a pair of big hands covered the two breast peaks that stood proudly on his chest, and the two pink ** on the top of the peak bloomed from between his fingers, and the spring color was more sultry than the night.

Mo Qianqian's delicate body trembled lightly under the caress of her lover, and his gaze felt like two flames, making her heart and body completely melt.

As Ye Hao advanced strongly, Mo Qianqian let out a moan like a cry, and the double cultivation officially began.

............ "Love is also Buddha, Buddha is also love, Buddhism is boundless, love is endless, Ami that Buddha." The forgetful monk's hands and legs are locked by the golden light, Sanskrit-entangled Buddha chains, and at this moment he is talking about Buddha with a middle-aged monk.

"Miao Theory, forgetfulness, you are in a demon. The middle-aged monk was so angry that he jumped to his feet.

"Forget your heart, brother, stop being angry and rash, we are arguing about Buddha, not anger. The monk smiled.

"Okay, you have gone astray into Buddhism and blasphemed the Buddha of Huaiyin, but after all, you are concerned about Buddhism, and the master has crossed people with Buddha and forgiven you again and again, why do you want to steal the evil heart sutra?" the middle-aged monk recited a Buddha name and asked.

"Ami, that Buddha, the senior brother is wrong again, the little monk has never stolen, he is borrowed!"

"Fart!" "Forget the heart monk angrily scolded, he is the hottest one of the ten disciples of the old monk Kongming, said that he was baptized by Buddhism but never calm, but he has no doubt about the piety of Buddhism.

The forgetful monk closed his eyes and stopped talking, and the forgetful monk was so angry that he brushed his sleeves away.

"If you enter the Buddha with love, you can be at ease, what is wrong with the little monk?" said to himself, and there were nine circles of Buddha wheels behind him.

Outside the Demon Suppression Pagoda of Dajue Temple, the monk who forgot his heart said to the old monk Kongming about the Buddhist debate between him and his forgetfulness just now.

"Master, there is no cure for the loveless junior brother. Forget your heart and say angrily.

"Amitabha Buddha, forget your heart, there is no Buddha in the world who cannot cross the heart and demons, three years later, let's see. The old monk of Kong Ming recited a Buddha name, his eyes were peaceful, his hands formed a mysterious Buddha seal, and suddenly, a circle of golden Buddha fire burned from the base of the demon suppression pagoda, and instantly wrapped the entire pagoda.

............ As soon as Bei Xiaohui pinched it, the spiritual spring water fell like rain, watering the elixir garden in front of her.

After taking care of all the elixirs, Bei Xiaohui sat down, looked at the sky, and sighed faintly.

In the blink of an eye, ten years have flown by. Han Yeyue is obsessed with alchemy, and she manages the medicine garden, every two or three years, the two of them will go into the mountains together to collect elixir, such a quiet and leisurely, she likes it very much.

It's just that Bei Xiaohui's heart has always been relieved of her daughter Mo Qianqian, who has not heard news for thirteen years.

Although there is no time for cultivating immortals, thirteen years is as long as a mortal for a mother.

"Qianqian, where is you stinky girl? Bei Xiaohui sighed softly, the Immortal Cultivation Realm is sinister, can she handle it? Will she be bullied by other monks?

Bei Xiaohui took out a wooden sculpture, this sculpture was carved and given to her by Mo Qianqian when she was eight years old, the carving is very rough, but in her eyes, it is so precious, she has been carefully cherishing it until now.

"Mother, do you still have this wood carving?" At this moment, Bei Xiaohui suddenly heard a voice sounding beside her, but who would it be if it wasn't her daughter Mo Qianqian's voice.

Bei Xiaohui suddenly looked up and saw Mo Qianqian standing not far away with tears in her eyes, staring blankly at the wood carving in her hand.

Bei Xiaohui's tears slipped down instantly, got up and rushed over, and hugged her daughter in her arms.

"It's okay, it's okay. Bei Xiaohui muttered, pushed Mo Qianqian away, and looked her up and down, for fear that she would lose a single hair.

"Dead girl, I've suffered a lot over the years. Bei Xiaohui eased her mood, stretched out her hand and stroked Mo Qianqian's pretty face, it can be seen from the murderous and bloody aura of her body, she doesn't know how many times she has wandered on the edge of life and death in the past ten years, how can she not let her mother's heartache.

"No, I'm fine, really, mother. Mo Qianqian smiled with tears, and after being with Ye Hao, the tears she thought had disappeared returned to her.

She once learned from Ye Hao that tears can only be buried in her heart and turned into courage and motivation to move forward. And now she has learned from Ye Hao that you can shed blood in front of the enemy but not in tears, but in front of your relatives, you can shed tears, but don't shed blood.

Ye Hao watched the reunion of the mother and daughter from a distance, and smiled, but he suddenly felt a little stunned in his heart, he was an orphan in the fairy world, he had never seen his father, maybe his hard-lived father and mother had already fallen.

Shaking his head, Ye Hao didn't think much about it, and dodged into the hidden cave, the formation of the cave was arranged by him, and he naturally came and went freely.

In the depths of the cave, bursts of heat rushed in front of you, and the thick smell of medicine permeated the surroundings.

The Heavenly Danding was suspended in mid-air, and below it was a pure geocentric glazed fire drawn from the ground, and there were bursts of firecracker-like sounds from time to time in the Danding.

And Han Ye Yue Pan sitting, one after another Dan duel, flowing clouds and water, pleasing to the eye.

"Xiaohui, you came in just in time, help me add ten parts of the thousand-year-old dry heart wood, tobacaria, and oolong tree seeds to the Danding. Han Yeyue noticed that someone was coming in, and naturally thought it was Bei Xiaohui.

Ye Hao smiled slightly, and put the elixir that Han Yeyue said into the Heavenly Pill Ding.

The master of the night moon fire control has reached the realm of pure fire, and the glazed earth heart fire is controlled by her as if she is dancing, and can do thousands of subtle shakes in an instant.

"Fifty parts of Huaixin flowers, fifteen parts of Lingluo leaves, and eight parts of psychedelic stems......" Han Yeyue continued to report the name of the elixir, she watched the elixir throw into the Heavenly Pill Ding without any difference, the cooperation was seamless, and she couldn't help but be a little surprised, this kind of tacit understanding Bei Xiaohui can do it from the end, and there is only one person in this world who can cooperate with her to this extent, and that is ...... Han Yeyue's heart jumped, and she suddenly turned her head, and found that Ye Hao, who she had seen at the end of ten years, was looking at her with a smile.

"Yue'er, you're going to ruin your refining pill......" Ye Hao suddenly smelled a scorching smell and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Destroy it, destroy it. Han Yeyue looked at Ye Hao and said softly, hearing the roar in the Danding, but showing a beautiful smile.