After an afternoon of playing, the four of them felt a little hungry, so they found the most popular restaurant in the market and prepared for dinner.

"Four seats!" Xiao Er beckoned: "Look at a few people who don't look like the town, they have come to the town to celebrate the autumn equinox!"

Yin Xichuan asked kindly, "Is there anything special about the autumn equinox?"

Xiao Er looked at the four of them and smiled: "Autumn equinox, naturally you want to enjoy the moon!" A few of you go to the lake to take a boat, there are many glowing orchids and fireflies on the island in the middle of the lake, but they are beautiful! A few of them will definitely like it. ”

Lian Shuangshuang and Wen Zhuo's eyes were shining in anticipation, and a few people ordered some wine and food, a few pots of autumn wine, and talked happily with each other until the sun set in the west, and then walked out of the restaurant.

It was dusk when I came to the lake, and the wharf was crowded with people, and it was very lively.

Meng Changhai asked the boatman for a boat, but was told that there was no big ship:

"This guest officer, you are a little late, there are only two people in the canopy now, but don't worry, the boatman is still enough. ”

"It's okay, my wife and I, and he and his wife's room, just don't disturb each other. Meng Changhai said with a smile.

Even gave him a blank look, Meng Changhai, who was three or four thousand years old, was still not serious.

Although the canopy boat is small, it is also complete, a small coffee table has a plate of fruit, a pot of wine, and a simple pen, ink, paper, inkstone and guqin next to it.

Lian Shuangshuang came to the bow of the boat, looking at the island in the middle of the lake in the distance, the boats scattered with stars on the lake, and the faint sound of silk and bamboo in his ears.

Somehow, she suddenly returned to the night of Tanabata in the Bamboo Sea Fantasy Realm, but all this in front of her seemed like a dream.

Lian Shuangshuang gently leaned on the bow of the canopy, half-up, facing the moonlight, his eyes full of soft sadness.

Meng Changhai looked at her, and knew what the emotion in her eyes was about, but he decided not to speak.

The two of them sat quietly like this, but they didn't feel embarrassed.

Meng Changhai slightly urged his spiritual power, sailed the boat to the island in the middle of the lake, sat quietly by the guqin, and played a soft tune that soothed people's hearts.

The sound of the piano is melodious, and the sound is in people's hearts. Meng Changhai looked at Lian Shuangshuang on the bow of the boat, the broken hair on her forehead and the sleeves of her light gauze roused in the night breeze, and seemed to melt into this night.

"You say, will the two of them ever come back?"

Although Lian Shuangshuang's voice was soft, it still fell on Meng Changhai's ears, he stroked the strings, came to the bow of the boat and sat beside Lian Shuangshuang:

"What's in your mind?"

Lian Shuangshuang looked at the night of the island in the middle of the lake, lowered his eyes and said, "Somehow, I think they will always come back." ”

Meng Changhai hugged her shoulders: "Then just believe it like this." ”

The island in the middle of the lake is a small wetland through which boats can pass, and the two sit on the bow of the boat, listening to the boatman not far away singing a low boat song.

There were some flying fireflies around him, many of them like stars.

The tip of the nose lingers with the faint fragrance of orchid, this fragrant flower that blooms at night, and has an elegant blue fluorescence.

The boat is drifting leisurely, the moonlight is clear, and this scene can be painted.

Meng Changhai got up gently, walked into the black canopy and sat down in front of the desk, picked up the pen and fell into the drawing paper, wanting to paint the scene of today, but there was only one person in it, the sky was full of fireflies and the bright moon in the sky.

Lian Shuangshuang stretched out his fingertips and lightly touched the flickering points of light flying in the air, and the fireflies seemed to be inspired to gather at its fingertips.

Her eyes widened in amazement, her right hand danced slowly, and the fireflies fluttered with her fingers.

Meng Changhai looked up and saw that Lian Shuangshuang was having fun with fireflies, so he smiled.

Since the two of them were connected by divine roots, even the two of them unconsciously had some Meng Changhai's ability to inspire all things. This may be the first time she has made a discovery.

"Changhai! look!" Lian Shuang was so surprised that he gently raised his hand into the air, and the fireflies scattered faintly.

She smiled and looked down at the fish swimming in the water on the side of the boat, so she also tentatively stretched out her hand and gently picked it up, and the fish jumped out of the water in twos and threes!

Meng Changhai looked at her with eyes as soft as water, waved his pen to draw all this on the paper, shook off the drawing paper, and quietly stuffed it into his sleeve.

On the canopy boat on the other side of the island in the middle of the lake, Wen Zhuo and Yin Xichuan sat together. Seeing that Yin Xichuan was still frowning slightly, she stretched out her hand to smooth it and asked:

"What are you thinking about, worrying every day?"

Yin Xichuan held Wen Zhuo's hand and said calmly: "Today, Meng Changhai also told me one thing, about his arrangement to become an immortal. I think he may not have talked about it with the company commander yet. ”

Wen Zhuo nodded, raised his head and listened carefully, Yin Xichuan continued:

"He originally planned to trigger the Nine Thunder Tribulations this month and try to become an immortal. But Lian Changzun suddenly became pregnant, and he was a little caught off guard. ”

"And what does he think?" Wen Zhuo asked worriedly.

According to him, get married first, and then wait for the company commander to give birth to an heir, and then trigger the thunder tribulation. ”

Wen Zhuo lowered his eyebrows and thought, indeed, if the two of them were in the pavilion, they could still help Meng Changhai.

But now that Wen Zhuo is in the Tongding Pavilion where the aura gathers, the practice of evil arts is greatly hindered. The two of them can't delay, they have to go to the demon world as soon as possible.

"Why don't you and I go find a magic weapon and protect the Dharma for him on my behalf?" Wen Zhuo suggested.

Yin Xichuan smiled softly and nodded: "You still know my mind, and so do I will." ”

In these five continents, there have not yet been immortals who have experienced the transition tribulation. This time, Meng Changhai has no teacher and no door, which is really dangerous.

But he is the highest mortal immortal in these five continents, and he is obliged to take this path.

*

In the enchantment of the Arctic Candle Dragon above the clouds, a hundred years seem to be fleeting.

The candle dragon was finally able to regain its human form, and no longer had to show people with a shadow, so he found Shen Yanhe Hall early this morning.

Shen Yanhe was meditating in the snowy court, exuding pure spiritual power all over his body. The moon-white robe he wore seemed to melt his whole body into the snow.

"Master. ”

Shen Yanhe put away his spiritual power, bowed slightly, and looked up to see that the candle dragon did not appear in the form of a shadow today, so he knew what he meant.

"Today I have been able to regain my human form, so I will go back to Heaven. The candle dragon's expression was cold, "There is still ......"

There was not the slightest fluctuation in his expression, but he said amazingly:

"Restoring the immortal body of this primordial god requires me to cultivate for spiritual protection, and I will not come back to this mountain. ”

Shen Yanhe was shocked, although the candle dragon had taught him carefully in the past few hundred years, after all, it was not yet the time to extradite the three tribulations, and he had no way of knowing whether it was evil or auspicious.

Before he could speak, the candle dragon spoke, "You have learned what should be taught you." But it depends on the providence of God. ”

Listening to what he said, Shen Yanhe naturally understood. It has been almost 800 years since he came up to this snow-capped mountain, and the remaining life span has gone four or five percent.

The candle dragon is not completely ruthless, he went to the sky this time, and he also planned to find a magic weapon.

After all, he has lived too long, and his lifespan may be longer than that of Wuzhou, but the disciple only accepted this one.

Maybe Shen Yanhe is also his candle dragon's fate.

If it weren't for these two people to pacify the five continents, he didn't know when he would be able to get out of the Yunshui Wonderland.

This time it can be regarded as repaying this kindness.