Chapter 21: The Return of the Soul (1)

The Mid-Autumn Festival on August 15th, the sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus stuffed in the Guanghan Palace was old and mature. Chang'e ordered Wu Gang to pick up the wine jars while cutting the trees, and delivered them one by one from the first day to the 36th day. A pot. I warmed up the pot I sent to Xiwu Palace, and drank two cups each at the same time, which was regarded as a practice for his lower realm.
I originally wanted to stay by his side, but he refused to allow me to go back to Qingqiu and wait for him.
Ye Hua didn't want me to follow, probably because I was afraid that I would protect him from everywhere in the mortal realm, breaking the precepts and using the spells to bite him back. But I think it will make him suffer less, and it will be okay to be bitten by his own spell once or twice. I thought about going back to Qingqiu by doing some drama first, which made him feel relieved, after he drank Wangchuan water and was reincarnated, I would be more brazen and find him.
This is how you love someone. Everywhere you just think about the good of the one you love. When the one you love is good, you will be good. This is the beauty of love. Even if you suffer from sin, if there is someone in your heart, the great sin and great suffering are no more than a sweet suffering.
Si Ming Xing Jun gave me a favor and pointed me a clear road to Yehua.
In the life of Yehua Lijie, he has devoted himself to a distinguished family in Jiangnan for generations of scholars, and his uncles and grandfathers are all serving important positions in the temple.
Si Ming was full of interest and admired, saying that according to his years of experience in writing fate, children from this kind of family must inherit the mantle of his parents in the future. Hua has always been used to the pen, and this student is a good fit.
But I know that this kind of aristocratic family in the ordinary world is the most physique. It is boring to raise children, and the children raised are also boring, and they are not as smart and lively as the children who run in the countryside. Ye Hua wasn't very lively at all, I didn't expect him to have a lively temperament when he was reborn. I was just worried that his childhood would be lonely and empty in such a world.
The surname of the famous family named Liu Yehua casted him, and the eldest wife of his family was arrogant and gave birth to him as the eldest grandson, named Liu Ying. I don't like this name very much. I think it is a little bit more literary, and it doesn't match the heroic Yehua.
I returned to Qingqiu and packed up four or five pieces of clothes, wrapped it up, poured a cup of cold tea to moisturize my throat, and hurriedly rushed to the Shili Taolin in Zheyan, wanting to ask him shamelessly for some more medicine.
However, halfway through, Zhe Yan hurried over on a cloud of auspicious clouds, followed by the fourth brother who rode Bi Fang behind.
They stopped before me.
The fourth brother's eyes lit up and said, "Little Five, you may be able to fulfill your long-cherished long-cherished wish today. We have just returned from Xihai, and he tossed him all night last night, and this morning, he was chased by the soul chaser. The soul of Mo Yuan is no longer in the primordial of Diyong. We are planning to go to Yanhua Cave to see. Mo Yuan has slept for 70,000 years, thinking that it is a good day today that he finally woke up +... …"
I was stunned for a moment, but I didn't come back to my senses for a while. When I finally returned this trip, I saw that I was holding my fourth brother's right hand that was swaying in front of me, and a few words came out in my throat: "Master...Master is he awake? Did he wake up?"
The fourth brother nodded, then frowned and said, "You are wrapped in a cloud head."
I know that Mo Yuan can wake up in less than three months. With a pinch of calculation, it is not full two months since the day of Di Yong serving the Dan. In such a short time, he can wake up. Did he really wake up?
Seventy thousand years, within the four seas and between Liuhe, I stayed in Qingqiu. Although I hadn't experienced the dark exchange of the creatures, I saw the Daze of Qingqiu dry 779 times and saw that seat. Yehou Mountain, which has moved ten feet in a hundred years, moved straight from Zhuyin and their cave to the fox cave of Auntie. Seventy thousand years, half of my life. The only thing I do with half of my life is to wait for the master to wake up. Now, he finally woke up.
Zheyan sighed lowly from the side: "It's not in vain that the kid Yehua has scattered all over his cultivation." I nodded with sore eyes. The fourth brother smiled and said: "I heard about Ye Hua that Zheyan said, but he is a real love. But your luck is not good at this time. You just paid off Qing Moyuan’s debt and owed Ye Hua. Mo Yuan, you can pay back his 70,000 years of hard work. What are you going to do with Yehua’s 40,000 years of cultivation?" I drew out my folding fan to block the sour eyes, and replied, "I will end with Yehua. To be a husband and wife. I think that a husband and wife know each other and love each other, and there is no need to make a clear distinction between who owes whom."
Zheyan smiled while standing on the cloud head, and said, "This time you have a very thorough understanding."
Bi Fang floated and said congratulations, I agreed, and thanked him.
Zheyan and Fourth Brother walked ahead, I turned around Yuntou and followed behind. Yehua can be postponed for a while. When I started to learn art from Kunlun, it was not very decent. It is extremely rare to do my disciple's filial piety in front of Mo Yuan twice. Later, when he was more sensible and knew his filial piety, he was already lying in Yanhua Cave.
This time when Mo Yuan woke up, I suppressed the feeling of joy, and wanted to let the master see immediately. His youngest disciple has grown up and is stable, and I know how to cherish others.
Xiao Seventeen is doing well.
Because I was a male disciple when I was a disciple of Mo Yuan, I was about to change into the appearance of Si Yin back then, but Zheyan raised his hand to stop, and said: "With Mo Yuan's cultivation level, I knew that you are a female Jiao'e. If you don't expose you, you are just saving your father and mother, and you really think you have fooled him for 20,000 years."
I put away my folding fan and laughed: "That's right, A-niang's magic trick to fool my sixteen senior brothers is still a success. I always suspected that the old man was a little reluctant to fool the successful master."
The three of us in a party were halfway up near Fengyi Mountain. I rushed to press the cloud head, half-mountain laurel, and fragrance bursts.
Stepping on the Qiqiu Qi of August, I crashed all the way into Yanhua Cave.
In the lingering mist, at the end of the cave, is the ice couch where Mo Yuan slept.
At such an important moment, my eyes were a little fuzzy, I wiped it casually, and the back of my hand got some water on my fingertips.
There was a shadow on the ice bed.
I staggered past a few steps.
That side leaning on the ice bed was... it was my Master Mo Yuan who had been sleeping for many years.
He tilted his head to look at a few worthless wild flowers in a nearby bottle. The look and posture were the same as those 70,000 years ago, but I was almost in tears.
Seventy thousand years ago, our brothers took turns cleaning the wing room where Mo Yuan lived. I had a good habit of putting a few bunches of seasonal flowers in a small bottle in the house. Mo Yuan always took such a close look, and then smiled approvingly at me.
Every time he got a smile of approval, I felt proud.
The movement I ran into shocked him. He turned his head, bent his leg and raised his hand to support his cheek, and smiled faintly: "Little Seventeen? Well, it really is Xiao Seventeen. Come and show Master, these years, How are you growing up."
I steadily kept my pace, with a heartbeat like a drum, my eyes became hot, and I threw forward tremblingly, shaking my throat and shouting to Master. I went back and forth, sad and happy.
He caught me and said, "Why do you want to cry, well, this dress is not bad."
Zheyan stepped in with the foggy color away, followed by the fourth brother, and smiled: "You have slept for 70,000 years, but you are awake."
It was cold in Yanhua Cave. I sneezed and was dragged out of the hole by my fourth brother. Zheyan paced out with Mo Yuan.
At the time of Kunlun Xushang, the 16 seniors above me, except for the nine seniors Ling Yu, who was picked up by Mo Yuan, the other fifteen seniors were very important in the heavenly clan. After Mo Yuanxian passed away 70,000 years ago, I heard that the brothers had searched for me for thousands of years, but failed. Later, they were called back one by one by the family and went to fulfill their respective missions.
The fourth brother had quietly visited Kunlun Xu once, and when he returned, he sighed that Kunlun Xu, which was prosperous in the past, is now only supported by one Ling Yu and a few young boys. It is a sigh.
I don't know if Mo Yuan asked me about Kunlun Xu, how should I tell this regrettable thing.
I went back to the fox hole nervously.
The first thing he didn't want him to ask was not Kunlun Xu.
He was sitting in the fox’s cave, Migu made a pot of tea, and I poured them one cup one by one. Taking advantage of this gap when I poured tea, he asked Zheyan: "Did you ever see me in my sleep all these years? A child who looks like me?"
The porcelain pot in my hand was sideways, and I accidentally spilled most of the water on my fourth brother's knee.
The fourth brother gritted his teeth and smiled at me, and brushed the water off his knees forbearingly.
In all these years, I have only seen one person who is inseparable from Mo Yuan, and this person is my prospective husband, Ye Hua.
Ye Hua and Mo Yuan had a face. Although I was a little strange at first, I didn't think they were related.
I think a man who grows to the extreme will look like this, and Yehua is extremely beautiful, and it is naturally like this.
But listening to the momentum of Mo Yuan's words, the two of them not only seemed to have a relationship, but also seemed to have a big relationship.
I pricked up a pair of ears to listen, Zheyan hehehe twice, glanced at me in my eyes, and said: "There is indeed such a person, your little apprentice is quite familiar with him."
Mo Yuan looked over and glanced at me, and I blushed. This situation is a bit like a little mandarin duck who has booked a lifelong privately with a lover, but she has a bad luck and a girl with a bad mouth is chewed by the girl in front of the public to chew the wind and moon events that she has kept close to her. Sorry.
Zheyan winked at me again and again. I saw that his eyes were cramping, and I had to pretend to say calmly: "The man the master said, hehe, he is probably the fiancé of the apprentice, hehe, the prince of their Celestial generation, hehehehe..."
Mo Yuan's hand with the tea stopped, lowered his head and moisturized his throat. After a while, he calmly said, "The eyes of this lady, eh." He raised his head and said, "What is your fiance's name? When was he born?"
I reported it honestly.
He pinched a finger and drank a sip of tea indifferently: "Little Seventeen, my compatriot's own brother, just like that."