The little half-immortal is still in charge of decoction, the fire is burning, the charcoal is burning, occasionally shaking, and occasionally "peeling" sounds, and sparks bloom.

This firelight is like a butterfly's wings as gently touched, and every time it is touched, it is like a bright flower, blooming one by one...... The past blooms in memory, flashing back one by one.

Even if the little half-immortal is not an ordinary man, it is inevitable that he will have some earthly thoughts.

The heart of the little half-immortal is like a continuous rainy season.

Even the swallows between the beams are unnegotiable.

The old courtyard, the green bricks and the grass and trees in the world are all filled with a moist atmosphere.

The little half-immortal suddenly felt that the time that he thought was long enough to live forever had passed in such a hurry.

The years passed.

The little half-fairy who shuttled in the past took a deep breath and exhaled, since returning to this Yucheng, what the little half-fairy saw was still the old scene of loess and green trees.

When I was a child, the Guanyin Temple where I lived was like a day for ten years, never changing its appearance with the passage of time, and it was like being frozen in amber in that corner, and it seemed to have been forgotten by the times.

This time.

Xiao Banxian suddenly felt a slight pity in his heart, which made his body begin to fluctuate.

It was as if, in his thin, only fond childhood memory, his mother walked around the yard with her hair scattered, holding his hand, counting the flowers on the tree, petal by petal.

When he returned to Yucheng, Xiao Banxian remembered the bamboo planted in his childhood at home outside the city, but Xiao Banxian was getting closer and closer to home at that time, and his mood became more and more nervous.

After turning a big bend over the mountain col, I finally came to that place, and the long-lovesick home was presented in front of me, still with white walls and black tiles, still hundred-year-old trees, still bends in the river, and still curled with smoke.

Suddenly!

In the southeast corner of the little half-fairy's memory, a bamboo forest has grown there! It turns out that the days of the little half-fairy's departure are so long......

A bamboo, it has become a forest.

If time had passed so heavily and calmly, everything that had happened in the depths of winter that year would have been silently lost in the years with the melting snow.

The season is beautiful, the world is prosperous, and the little half-immortal at that time can only use this to spend the best time in his life.

And then.

It was the last time Xiao Banxian stood with Shizun, and Shizun smiled skillfully, like a flower face close at hand, and he could reach out and touch her vivid and vivid cheeks.

The slender figure turned away, gradually blending into the thick morning mist, and finally disappeared from view, looking at the place where the beauty disappeared, the little half-immortal stood in place, in a stunned mood, and could not calm down for a long time.

Watching him go away step by step in silence, the little half-immortal suddenly remembered that it seemed that in the past few years, Shizun had never turned his back to him.

Shizun never turned around in front of the little half-immortal, the master always accompanied him, and on one side, the little half-immortal could see his eternal smile.

Those past events frozen in the past can be turned into such beautiful images, bright and bright, so that the little half-immortal can't bear to touch it!

However, everything is the moon in the mirror, and suddenly I woke up with palpitations, only to find that the floating world was just a dream, and after waking up from the dream, things were wrong.

He was so depressed that he couldn't breathe, and the little half-immortal closed his eyes, and the sea at this time was full of Mo Liunian's face, or laughing, annoyed, or angry.

Over the time, the wind and sand are desolate, and the end of the world is waiting, but it is the appearance of Mo Liunian.

Hold on to the fragrant past, read the flow between heaven and earth, and a heart rushes up and down.

The years are changing, the four seas and eight wildernesses, the dark grows in the dark, the faint sadness, the lingering aftertaste, but I don't know how to place it.

The pale face that had not healed from the serious injury was like a flower blooming, and the little half-fairy's heart moved, as if he had returned to a long, long time ago.

In that seemingly indisputable life, by the crystal clear river, a little boy with a whole body smiled at his current self, and this little boy was the former self of the little half-fairy.

That look was as scorching and moving as April in the world.

Those vague memories of the past are scattered and colorful, withering silently.

All the past has turned into broken fragments, like a curse haunting in the dreams of the little half-fairy in the middle of the night, and the cycle will never end.

The faint firelight shone on the face of the little half-fairy, and the handsome cheeks were usually a little indifferent, but at this time, the eyebrows were slightly twisted together.

Mo Yan on the side saw that the little half-immortal who was in a daze had forgotten to add charcoal and extinguished the stove many times, and he didn't know why this water would have to wait until the time to boil......

"Are you worried about Xiao Mo or are you worried about Xiao Mo?" Mo Yan glanced at him and said lightly.

The little half-immortal was shocked by Mo Yan's words, but when he heard this, he couldn't cry or laugh, and his face changed several times.

Because.

This question is really ambiguous, and even the little half-fairy feels speechless after hearing it!

"What nonsense, I'm thinking about that snake spirit!"

Xiao Banxian hurriedly explained, and at this time, Xiao Banxian's face twitched.

"What's wrong?" Mo Yan asked.

"She's a human-headed snake body, don't you think it's strange that she could be a Nuwa clan?" said the little half-immortal.

Nu wa!

One of the three emperors of antiquity, the great sage of the demon clan, after the death of Nuwa, the Nuwa tribe has been trapped in infighting, and gradually declined, the descendants withered, and the only remaining clansmen also lived in seclusion.

Others don't know that his ancestor Half-Immortal Wentian has also met a Nuwa descendant in his life, but now he has been bumped into one by them, isn't it strange?

Mo Yan added a handful of firewood, and the water began to boil.

"Maybe the sky in Yucheng is about to change. Mo Yan said quietly.

Xiao Banxian felt that there was a mystery in Mo Yan's words, so he immediately became alert!

"Have you counted anything?" asked the little half-immortal.

"No, just a feeling. Mo Yan said.

"It's really strange that two big demons appear in a row, and I'll notify Lao Chai later, so that they can be more vigilant. "Little Half-Immortal Dao.

After the water was boiled and the medicine was decocted, Xiao Banxian also began to take a bath, bathing his hair finely, washing away the dust and dust all the way, and his face, which had not seen the sun for a long time, was steamed by the heat, and there was a trace of faint dizziness.

The tired limbs were particularly comfortable under the hot water, and the little half-fairy put his arms on the edge of the bucket, and almost fell asleep with his chin on his pillow.

The little half-fairy is confused, the temperature of the water is also moderate to maintain the balance of temperature, and the aroma of Chinese medicine smoke makes people more sleepy.

Soaking in the hot fragrant soup, the chill of the whole body suddenly disappeared, the bones were crisp and the tendons were soft, and the white mist was misty, and the little half-fairy couldn't help but close his eyes comfortably.

Xiao Banxian closed his eyes, and there was silence in his ears, without the noisy laughter of people on the streets on weekdays, and there was no noise from the crowd.

I couldn't even hear the usual neighing of Xiao Mo's horse, and now there was only a gentle breeze.

In the thick aroma, the sleepy little half-fairy vaguely felt that the door was open.

But!

At this time, the little half-fairy wanted to open his eyes to see, but his eyelids were as heavy as pressing the scales, and the little half-fairy felt a slippery body get into the bucket, and the body was soft and boneless and tightly wrapped around him.

The little half-immortal smelled a faint fragrance, and his body became more and more hot.

"Come on, hold me tight. A charming voice sounded in the ears of the little half-fairy.

The little half-fairy instinctively stretched out his hand to hug the fragrant mass, as if he was enchanted.

"Boss. ”

But as soon as the hand stretched out, Mo Liunian's crisp voice suddenly sounded in the mind of the little half-immortal, and this call recalled all the consciousness of the little half-immortal!

The little half-fairy opened his eyes, he was confused at first, suddenly like a cloud breaking through the moon, shining brightly, he turned over and sat up suddenly, and the little half-fairy woke up instantly!

At this time!

I saw that the little half-immortal's hand was instantly sealed, and the Liujia secret mantra was also recited in his mouth!

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