3 ↑ 5 ↑ in ↑ text ↑ net .,The fastest update without pop-ups!

The ninth senior brother Ling Yu took care of Kunlun Xuan very well, and if the fourth brother didn't return to the fox hole for a month, the ash in his room would accumulate half an inch. I haven't set foot in Kunlun for 70,000 years, and the room where I slept as a disciple was not a bit of dust. I was slightly embarrassed, lay on the bed, and rolled over.

Next door lives the sixteenth senior brother. I heard him knock on the corner and say, "Seventeen, are you asleep?"

I snorted in my nostrils to show that I wasn't asleep. But it was not much louder than the buzzing of mosquitoes, and I didn't think he heard it, so he answered, "Not asleep yet." ”

He paused for a moment, then his voice floated from the corner of the wall, and said, "For the past 70,000 years, you have suffered for the sake of Master. ”

I have the impression that this sixteenth senior brother always likes to pick on my thorns and act against me. When I say the east, he will inevitably point to the west, and when I say that A is good, he will inevitably degrade A to worthlessness. Now that he said this, I had to wonder if he was my sixteenth senior brother, so I raised my voice and said, "You are really Ziyan?"

He was silent for a moment and snorted: "You deserve to be unable to marry for so many years." ”

He is indeed a son.

I laughed twice, didn't care about him, and lay on the bed and turned over again.

I have lived to this age, although I have experienced all kinds of regrets, but at this time, lying on the meager bed of Kunlunxu, I feel that all the regrets in the past are not regrets. The moonlight shines softly in, and there is no special scenery outside the window.

The second brother often uses contentment and happiness to cultivate my heart. I didn't know what contentment was. It is better to feel content than to forget about Noh. Life is messy and upside down. Now I know that forgetting is nothing but deceiving myself in order to live a happy life. Contentment can really make people feel at ease. If you really relax, this happiness is a long-term happiness. After figuring this out, for a while, I felt that I was complete. I can't wait to tell Yehua about it. But at this time, Yehua probably couldn't understand what I said. At this hour, he was about a year old. Well, I don't know what he'll be like when he turns one year old. Are those eyes as cold as he is now? Are those noses as tall and straight as he is now? Well, I don't know if they look like the balls.

I thought about it a lot, and gradually fell asleep.

The big event of Mo Yuan's return somehow spread, and early in the morning of the second day, everyone who flew in the sky and crawled on the ground, and everyone who had some spiritual roots, knew that the god of the ancient palm music battle had returned.

According to rumors, Mo Yuan wore a purple and gold crown, a Xuanjing armor, soap boots, a Xuanyuan sword in his hand, and a delicate little lady in his arms. When Mo Yuan landed on the top of Kunlun Xushan Mountain, there were three shocks along the long mountain range of Kunlun Xu, the birds and beasts all looked up to the sky and roared, and the fish and dragons in the water also surfaced and cried in surprise.

This rumor is so unreliable that we heard that our seventeen brothers and sisters were almost frightened and wept.

The Purple Gold Crowned Xuanjing Armor Soaphorn Boots and the Xuanyuan Sword are exactly the consistent attire of Mo Yuan's expeditions, and they have been used in the Kunlun Void Hall for us to pay homage to as disciples for 70,000 years. That delicate little lady, I pondered with the fourth brother for a long time, and I felt that I was referring to the god of me in the next book.

Such an unseemly rumor, but everyone knew about the gods of the Eight Desolations, so they came to worship one after another.

Mo Yuan had planned to retreat and recuperate on the second day of his return to Kunlunxu, so Shengsheng moved his days back for several days.

The little immortals who came to worship were nothing special, some were taken to Mo Yuan by the senior brother and the second senior brother to say a few words, and some only drank two sips of tea in the front hall, rested and left. The young man who came only at noon on the third day was a little unusual.

This young man was dressed in a white robe, he was handsome, and his face was quite kind. When Mo Yuan saw him, his cold expression was slightly stunned.

The white-robed young man was able to meet Mo Yuan, but he did not pay homage, only picked a pair of peach blossom eyes, and said: "I haven't seen God for a long time, but the spirit of God is still the same." Zhong Yin came to Kunlun this time, just because my sister and I had a dream last night, and asked me to give a message to God, my sister," he smiled and said, "She said that she was alone and very lonely. ”

I summoned a boy who was waiting next to Senior Brother Seven, and asked him to come over and add a cup of tea to the white-robed Zhong Yin.

Mo Yuan didn't speak, only leaned lightly on his cheeks and leaned on the arm next to him.

Zhen Yan glanced at Mo Yuan, and said kindly to Zhong Yin: "Junior Brother Zhong Yin, you are joking, your sister has been wiped out for more than 100,000 years, how can she dream of you." ”

Zhong Yin bent the corners of his eyes kindly, and said, "Zhong Yin is really wrong to blame Zhong Yin, Zhong Yin really came to pass on his sister's words, and he didn't mean anything else." I didn't want to spend this god, but I saw that my sister in the dream was really pitiful, and I couldn't bear it, so I just went to Kunlun today. The god said that Zhong Yin's sister was wiped out, because he couldn't give Zhong Yin a dream. But the god of Mo Yuan on the seat also said that it was annihilated at the beginning, but now it can come back, although my sister is annihilated, her soul doesn't know where it is scattered, give me a dream, why not?"

After finishing speaking, he bowed and walked out of the main hall.

When the person named Zhong Yin came out of the main hall, he recited the Buddha with a broken face.

Mo Yuan got down from his seat, didn't say anything, and paced to the backyard. I raised my foot to follow over to take a look, but was stopped by Zhenyan.

The second senior brother leaned over with a bitter face: "Master just left, if there are still immortal friends to worship, what should I do?"

Zhen Yan looked at the sky melancholy, and said, "Take them all to the front hall to drink tea, and send them out when you have drunk enough." Hmm, is there enough tea?"

I did the math and nodded, "It's enough, it's enough." ”

I have always thought that my master, Mo Yuan, is a man with a history. Everything has a thing, and Master is really a man with a history.

But listening to the words of the white-robed Zhong Yin, what was depicted seemed to be a bloody history. I'm a little worried. In line with the filial piety that a disciple should do, he planned to entertain the little immortal in the front hall, and went to Mo Yuan's wing room to comfort him.

That night, when I knocked on Mo Yuan's door, he was sitting in front of a guqin and pondering, and the faint yellow candlelight reflected the slight vicissitudes on his face. I stood at the door and was stunned, his eyes rose from the guqin, and said with a faint smile: "Stand at the door and do something, come in." ”

I rubbed it silently, my intention was to come to comfort him, but I held it for a long time, but I didn't hold back a word. Speaking of his incident, I actually don't know anything about it, but listening to the white-robed young man's statement, it can't hide from a period of wind and moon injury. If it is Duan Fengyue's injury, if you want to advise, what kind of sentence do you usually have to start with?

I was thinking about it when I couldn't help but hear a few scattered piano notes. Mo Yuan put his right hand on the strings, plucked it at random, and said, "Your distraction is really like a day for tens of thousands of years. ”

I touched my nose and smiled, and after laughing, I came close to him and took out a kind and enlightening tone: "Master, people can't be resurrected after death, and Zhong Yin is probably also worried about his own sister, but don't take it to heart." ”

He was slightly stunned, lowered his head and plucked the strings three or two times at will, before he said lightly: "You came here tonight, just for this matter?"

I nodded.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly.

He looked up at me for a long time, but asked an irrelevant question, he asked, "Are you sincere to him?"

It took me a long time to react before I realized that he was asking Yehua, although I felt a little embarrassed to say this in front of the elders, but twisting and pinching was not what I always did, so I touched my nose and said honestly: "Sincerely." 120,000 sincerity. ”

He turned his head, looked out the window for a long time, and said, "That's fine, I'll be relieved." ”

Well, he looks a little strange tonight, is it because he is worried that I am not doing well as a daughter, so that I will not marry well? I figured this out of this truth, and Xi Zizi comforted him: "Master don't worry, Yehua is very good, we are in love, I am sincere to him, and he is the same to me." ”

He still didn't look back, only said lightly: "It's late at night, you go back to the room to rest." ”

Pay attention to the official QQ public account "17K" (ID: love17k), read the latest chapters first, and grasp the latest information at any time

Three-five-medium-text●net.,Update fast、No pop-ups!