Wei Rui opened his eyes and was shocked to find that he was sitting on a carved wooden chair, with a cup of hot tea in front of him, and when it was steaming, his father Wei Xian's face was looming in the mist.

Seeing Wei Xian's face, Wei Rui subconsciously shook his calves, and he was about to kneel on one knee to ask Wei Xian for peace.

In Wei Rui's impression, the father and son had not seen each other for many years, and at this time he was on an equal footing with his father, which was absolutely unacceptable.

The fear of his father, Wei Xian, in his heart, cannot be eliminated in a day. Since he was a child, he relied on the fact that he was born in a hairpin family, his status was noble, and he was able to fight cocks and visit flower buildings in the capital, and his reputation was very stinky.

Wei Xiangui is the prime minister, and he doesn't easily like the ups and downs in the court on weekdays. But every time he faced Wei Rui at home, he was almost so angry that he was about to vomit blood, and Wei Rui was beaten with a big fist with a stick that he didn't know how many were broken, and the relationship between father and son once fell to a freezing point.

In the year when Wei Rui tied his hair, Wei Xian was finally completely disappointed in his son, and he was ruthless enough to send him to the military camp to practice, and he was suffering from the hardships, not to mention that Wei Xian also specially explained that those soldiers took care of him.

If it weren't for Wei Rui's hard life, he dared to believe that he would never have survived in that kind of purgatory, he had never felt the temperature of his father's love, and the hatred of his father in his heart was also increasing day by day.

But it is undeniable that after several years of wandering, he witnessed the life of the people without clothes and food, and only then did he realize how extravagant his previous life was.

He fought bravely, cultivated military exploits, relied on his own strength, climbed up step by step, and changed from a nobody to a young general who can be named. Whenever the moon is full in the Mid-Autumn Festival, he will inexplicably think that Wei Xian, who is thousands of miles away, will look up at him when he hears this, and his son is no longer what he used to be.

But Wei Xian never sent him a letter to his family, and gradually, Wei Rui's heart gradually cooled, and the father and son became strangers from then on.

So Wei Rui really didn't expect that there would be such a scene today. He fell to his knees on one knee, his eyes lowered, and reminisced about the past.

"What are you doing, you kid? Get up. Wei Xian smiled kindly, stood up and personally helped Wei Rui up, and his words were in an intimate tone that Wei Rui had never thought of.

"I, I—" Wei Rui opened his mouth wide to ask him why he was here.

Wei Xian grabbed his shoulder, "You kid, stupid, you're not used to the environment at home for more than half a month!" Go and clean your hands and prepare for dinner, so that your mother will not be in a hurry. ”

Mother? In Wei Rui's impression, when he was far away on the battlefield, he heard the news that his mother was seriously ill with a cold, and he hurried 800 miles, trekked for dozens of days, and learned that she had died of illness halfway.

Wei Rui was angry in his heart, and immediately fainted to the ground in anger, and when he woke up, his heart spasmed, and he took the yellow sand as a sacrifice, erected three soul incense, and he kowtowed to his mother several times in the direction of his home, knocking his forehead to blood.

This has become an obsession in Wei Rui's heart, and he failed to see his mother's last face. At this time, when he heard the word mother, he didn't care whether the news was true or not, strode forward, got up and lifted the curtain.

I saw a woman sitting at the dining table, and the next person was placing chopsticks, and the chopsticks accidentally touched the glass bowl, making a jingle crisp sound, and the young woman was not annoyed.

Her faint willow eyebrows were bent into a touch of distant mountain posture and rhyme. Hearing the footsteps, she raised her head to look at Wei Rui, and the smile rippled in her eyes, making her whole face look so gentle and lovely.

It was his mother, Wei Rui's footsteps were nailed to the spot and no longer stepped forward. Qi Rongming's eyes rolled, and he snorted angrily, "Why are your father and son so difficult to call?" It's time to eat. Listening carefully, there was no blame in the words, and a warm current swept through Wei Rui's body.

"Mother-" Wei Rui called in a low voice, tears swirled in his eyes, and without waiting for Qi Rong to agree, he stepped forward and hugged him, a seven-foot man, who cried so much that he had a handful of snot and tears.

Qi Rong likes to be clean on weekdays, but he dislikes it very much at this time, but he didn't immediately push his son away, patted him lightly on the back and arranged, "Mother is here, you will be at home in the future, and Mother will cook meals for you every day." ”

Wei Xian coughed lightly, "What kind of system, men don't flick when they have tears, let's sit down and eat." "Let's pull Qi Rong to his side.

Qi Rong glanced at him funny, this person had a steady face, but in fact, he even ate his son's sourness.

A few people sat down at the banquet, Wei Xian Qi Rong and his wife kept putting meat into Wei Rui's bowl, Wei Rui hadn't tasted the familiar taste at home for a long time, and he was already gobbling it up.

The Wei family looked happy, Wei Rui's prodigal son turned around, his family was harmonious, and his heart seemed to have nothing to ask for at this moment.

……

On Maoshan Mountain, the fog is hazy in the early morning, the flowers and trees in the courtyard are in full bloom, Shen Yue is taking a horse step, looking ahead, focusing on self-cultivation and calming.

Suddenly, the flowers and trees shook, and the pink flower rain fell, smashing Shen Yue's eyes, his face was stunned, and Zhengse wanted to ask who it was.

The little junior sister Shen Man was wearing a goose yellow gauze skirt, which was long and dragged to the ground, with pink embroidered shoes on her feet, a hosta pinned to her hair, and a glass step swayed obliquely on her head, swaying slightly with her movements.

She is the daughter of the head of the family, she has been loved by thousands of people, and her temperament is also delicate and cute, and she has unconsciously left a shadow in Shen Yue's heart during the years of getting along. Seeing that it was her, it turned out that she had just used a spell to shake the flower tree and deliberately tease him.

Shen Yue involuntarily bent the corners of his mouth and smiled. "Senior brother, senior brother, go play!" Shen Yue put the freshly broken flower to the tip of his nose and inhaled deeply, an intoxicated expression appeared on his face. Her eyes were crystal clear, clear and bright, as bright as stars, I don't know what she thought, she smiled excitedly, and her eyes were curved like crescent moons.

"Where are you going?" Shen Yue's face was full of pampering, and he was full of response. With his sword behind him, he walked forward after the jumping girl.

When he woke up today, he seemed to have had a long dream, in which he experienced chaotic and bloody pictures such as zombie battles, until he opened his eyes and saw the familiar Shangqing Sect, he felt that he had finally found a belonging, and he was secretly happy in his heart to see the little junior sister he had in mind.

Shen Man made an appointment with Shen Yue to go to the back mountain, birds and insects chirped, the air was refreshing, this is an excellent viewing platform. Both of them were speechless, but a faint warm atmosphere surged between them.

The sun gradually rose, shining brightly, and the golden color climbed up Shen Yue's crescent robe.

"Senior brother, I have something I want to say to you." Shen Man opened his mouth vividly, full of anticipation.

Shen Yue seemed to feel something, "Manman, I—"

Shen Man leaned closer, his eyelashes fluttered, and he stretched out a jade finger against Shen Yue's lips, "Senior brother, let me say it first, I like you." ”

Shen Yue's pupils dilated suddenly, and in the deep red black pupils was Shen Man's shadow, "I—"

He was from a low background, had no father or mother since he was a child, and the head of the family traveled abroad, found that he had extraordinary talents, and raised him under the door, he and Shen Man are different from each other.

Shen Yue's eyes were clear, and his big hand covered Shen Man's hand, wanting to put it down, but he politely refused, this intention he would rather hide in his heart for the rest of his life.

The two have been together for many years and know each other well, Shen Man seemed to guess that he was going to refuse, his eyes were slightly red, "Shen Yue, I also know your intentions, you must not refuse me." ”

Why can't lovers be together, witnessed by the golden light of the sea of clouds, seeing her crying, Shen Yue only wanted to get this beauty at this time, and abandoned all concerns.

He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Shen Man suddenly blocked his lips, and the soft and sweet touch was what he had asked for in his dreams.

A voice came from the depths of his heart, "Shen Yue, Shen Yue, wake up, come back." Shen Yue only felt annoying, hugged Shen Man tightly, his throat slid down, and kissed her between heaven and earth.

*

Immortal bliss, once you fall into this illusion, will arouse the deepest desire in your heart, let people indulge in it, ten years in the illusion is a day of reality, unconsciously will make the trick in the illusion into a dry bone skeleton, in reality the body is directly annihilated, the soul is broken.

Ding Lingguang Qinglian Immortal Qi Protector, fell into the room and was not affected by the illusion, Fan Jin's mental power was stable, and the mortal body did not practice any spells, nor was it affected by this illusion.

When the two of them fell, they made a lot of noise, especially Fan Jin, who was more than burly and strong, and the floor directly made a loud "bang-" sound.

"Ahem-" Ding Lingguang was choked by the stirred dust and coughed, and hurriedly used a spell to conjure up a water balloon around his body, growing lotus step by step, and the floor everywhere was shiny.

The inn as a whole is a wooden falcon structure, Ding Lingguang approached the wall, his fingers curled slightly, and he made a crisp sound of "dong dong dong" three times.

The voice was transmitted to the other side, and Fan Zhen gathered his ears to hear it, so he knocked back three times, and then said loudly, "Hey, who is on the other side?" ”

Listening to the voice, it was Fan Jin, Ding Lingguang let down his guard, and the fairy voice passed over, "It's me, Fan Qianwei." A wisp of blue-green fairy qi flew out from his fingertips and headed in the direction of Fan Jin.

It was Ding Lingguang, Fan Zhen followed this breath and went to find Ding Lingguang to meet.

"Gurgle—there's one missing here, brother." A silver bell-like laugh rang out, like a magic sound echoing in Fan Jin's ears.

In the dark, Fan Zhen couldn't figure out the details of the other party at all, he only felt a fragrant breeze wafting by, and there seemed to be several figures around him.

"Ahh

Ding Lingguang faced the wall, concentrating, but did not detect the breath of others. In the current situation, it seems that only she and Fan Zhen have not been affected much, and the others should have fallen into a deeper illusion again.

This incomprehensible illusion technique is appropriate for the indulgence and freedom, and even debauchery, but it is reminiscent of a familiar sect in the Tao, the Bliss Sect. His teaching methods have always been good at demagoguery, and there are many beautiful women who work hard for them, and they have fallen into the beauty scheme, and there are countless heroes in the gutter who capsize, and they have become famous. It is rumored that his sect leader Li Mubai has continued his life by sucking the essence blood and soul of his kind, and his face has not aged at all for 500 years. Li Mubai is uncertain by nature, has no human feelings at all, and there are countless people of the same kind with blood blades. Despite its strength, the major sects have stayed away from it.