"Please forgive me, Mo Yu is clumsy, and I don't know Mr. Mo Yu returned the salute.

The kid laughed first: "It doesn't matter if Lord Mo doesn't know us! No malice. ”

Mo Yu reluctantly left under the camphor tree, followed the old and the young to an unknown street, and looked up at the plaque: Miao Chen.

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Xu: I've been, I've been! Is one named Xie Weichen and the other called Huan Jing!

CM: I tell a story, and you interject......

Xu: Who are they?

CM: You ask them to go, it's not my story.

Xu: Damn!

Xu Tai thought to himself: The age described by Mo Yu is not the slightest different from when I met them, could it be that they are also immortal?

"It's insignificant, but this house has experienced the baptism of wind and rain?" Mo Yu shook his sleeves.

"This house has been here for 2,000 years, and when it came to me, the family was in the middle of the road, but it was already dilapidated. ”

"Two thousand years? Mo Yu walked through the porch, there were all kinds of antiques inside, all of them were rare treasures, how could it be said that the family was in the middle of the road? Could it be a glorious period......

"Master Mo, don't dislike it. Huan'er, pour tea. ”

Mo Yu's mind was chaotic: The deity has just come to this world, and the people who know the deity have already turned into dust, why do these two people call me honorific? Looking at the layout of this house, it is the style of the Qin and Han dynasties, how can it be so intact? Could it be that these two are not very human?

Above the hall, there are two nanmu chairs with dragons carved on the armrests. Huan'er returned from making tea, packed up, and hid behind the screen.

"Something on your mind?"

Mo Yu smells the fragrance of tea: West Lake Longjing. Relieved, he continued, "Who are you?"

"Oh, I was in a hurry to see the dignity of the adult, and I forgot to introduce, the little Xie Weichen, the disdainful name Shen Tan, that is the Han Dynasty Confucian, Huan Jing. ”

"Huan Jing? Isn't it the Huan Jing of the Han Dynasty, Mo Yu has seen it in ancient books, so it will be a milky child? Besides, thank Daochang, Mo Yu has never heard of it. ”

"Haha. Xie Weichen wisped his beard, "I, I am not famous in the historical records, but the criminal Xu Fu, this kid is notorious, his heart is not right, and for his own selfish interests, he deceived the emperor and boasted of the way of immortal arts, and then founded Yingzhou to plague Shenzhou, making it difficult for this China to find a peaceful place." ”

Mo Yu was a little deadlocked: "Xu Fu, the alchemist of the First Emperor, Xu Fu, is also a warlock who seeks immortals for the First Emperor?"

"Haha, ashamed, ashamed. ”

Hearing this, Mo Yu hurriedly knelt down: "Xiaosheng didn't understand the seniority just now, how dare you bother the seniors to call Xiaosheng contemptible?"

"Where is it? Even though we have lived in the world for a long time, we are only grass people, how can we be compared with such an important identity as an apologetic?"

Mo Yu respectfully refused to get up.

Huan'er ran over and helped Mo Yu up: "Hey!, what generation is not generational, they are all old and immortal, how can they still pinch the time to live?"

"Master Mo, when you first arrived, we know that you have no relatives or friends in the world, and you are penniless, so we specially invite you to stay here for a long time. ”

Mo Yu wanted to resign, but Shen Tan and Huan Jing were stubborn, so they could only be respectful and obey their orders.

This house is remote, and those who are destined to see it are the mansions of the Qin and Han dynasties, and those who are not destined to meet it are just a ruin. So, no one will bother.

The next day, Mo Yu really lived up to the appointment, and sat under the old camphor tree, quietly waiting for Yanlan to get out of school.

Not far away, when he saw the shadow of Yanlan's return, he would think of it again. Many times, what he saw was a young man in a yellow robe with a golden crown on his head walking towards him, but after being fascinated, all he saw was a naughty child, lying beside him, listening to him talk about three teachings and six doors, and listening to him say Mo Yu Chenxi......

Sometimes, Yan Lan has nothing to do, she will accompany Mo Yu until the night, looking at the morning star in the sky, sleepiness gradually attacked, Xiao Yanlan yawned, was protected by Mo Yu in her arms, and fell asleep.

Mo Yu stroked Yan Lan's face, like a piece of tofu, so bright that people couldn't bear to touch it, he thought: Gradually, Chen Xi will grow up, he will grow old, and he will die. And I, I had to stand beside him, watch the Yanlan in front of me slowly grow into the appearance of Chen Xi in his prime, and then wait for his next reincarnation, and then go to find him, so that he will forget me and forget his mission.

Yan Lan turned over and continued to sleep, Mo Yu closed his eyes and began to recall Chen Xi's smile: Chen Xi, is my best friend, this child in front of me is just a younger brother who needs me to love him and protect him, he is really too naïve, if Chen Xi knows that he has escaped from the ghost and evil spirit, and is now a child who is immature and does not involve in the world, he will also be pleased.

The croaking of frogs among the grass, the chirping of cicadas on the ancient trees, and the disturbing smoke are a little unable to sleep peacefully. Mo Yu noticed all this, picked up Yan Lan's cloth bag, and gently picked up the fragile and thin Yan Lan. Zi Mo's voice gradually disappeared under the camphor tree......

Carried him to the door of Jiang's mansion, and the servants were responsible for sending him in, and Mo Yu was also turned away. He sat at the door for a long time, and he was very helpless by the two lanterns in front of the door, and only when he told a story to Yanlan would he find a trace of the feeling that Chenxi was back.

Since then, the two have agreed to meet under the ancient camphor tree, and Yan Lan has an older brother who loves him at that time, and Mo Yu also has a younger brother who needs to be loved.

Four years after spring and autumn, sixteen-year-old Jiang Yanlan is already a well-mannered and poet-laden son of Jiang Fu. Now he is magnificent, and he is getting closer and closer to Chen Xi's twenty-year-old appearance.

Until one day......