Chapter 21: The Return of the Soul (3)

Senior Brother Sixteen grinned and said: "Seventeen is now this year, not to mention her husband’s family. I am afraid there are already several children. By the way, when will you let the seniors meet your husband? What kind of husband is here."
What he said was really a step on my painful foot. I wiped the sweat from my head and laughed nerdy: "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, next month I will get married, and then I will invite you to have a drink." Mo Yuan kept sitting. He lifted his eyelids and listened. The word "drinking" popped out of my mouth. The tea cup in his hand was tilted and half a glass of water came out. I rushed over to clean up. Zheyan coughed twice.
Senior Brother Nine ordered Yu to take care of Kunlun Xu very well, and the fourth brother would not return to the fox cave for a month, the ashes in his room would accumulate half an inch. I haven't set foot in Kunlun Xu for 70,000 years, but the wing where I slept when I was a disciple was not dusty. Ashamed, I lay on the bed and turned over.
Next door is the Sixteenth Brother Zilan. I heard him knock on the corner and said, "Seventeen, are you asleep?"
I snorted in my nostrils to show that I was not asleep. But this sound is not much louder than the hum of mosquitoes. I think he probably didn't hear it, and then he responded: "I haven't fallen asleep yet."
He paused for a while, and his voice floated over the corner, saying: "In these seventy thousand years, you have suffered for the sake of Master."
In my impression, the Sixteenth Senior Brother always likes to pick my thorns and act against me. I said that he would definitely point to the west, and I said that if A is good, he must devalue A to nothing. Now that he said this, I had to wonder whether he was my Sixteenth Senior Brother, and then raised my voice and said, "You really are Zilan?"
He was silent and snorted: "You deserve to be married for so many years."
He really is Zilan.
I chuckled twice, and instead of him caring about it, I turned over again when I lay on the bed.
I have lived to this age, although I have experienced all kinds of regrets, but now lying on the meager bed of Kunlunxu, I feel that all the regrets of the past are not regrettable. The moonlight came in softly, and there was no special scenery outside the window.
My second brother often used contentment and happiness to cultivate my character. I didn't know what contentment means before, and I felt that contentment was better than forgetting Noh, and I lived in confusion. Now I know that forgotten is just to deceive oneself in order to have a happy life, but contentment can really relax. Really relieved, this peace is long-term peace. After figuring out this, for a while, I felt that I was very complete. Can't wait to tell Ye Hua a little bit.
But at this time, Ye Hua probably didn't understand what I was saying. At this hour, he is just one year old. Well, I don't know what he will look like when he reaches his first birthday. Are those eyes as cold as he is now? Is that nose as tall as he is now? Well, I don’t know if it looks like a dumpling.
I thought a lot, and gradually fell asleep.
The great event of Mo Yuan's return was passed on somehow. Early in the morning of the next day, all those who flew in the sky and climbed up on the ground, who had some spiritual roots, knew that the ancient who was in charge of the war had returned.
According to the rumors, Mo Yuan wears a purple gold crown, black crystal armor, soap-horn boots, holds Xuanyuan sword in his hand, and holds a delicate little lady in his arms. It was at the third quarter of August 16th. , Landed on the top of Kunlun Xu Mountain in a majestic manner. When Mo Yuan landed on the top of Kunlun Xu Mountain, a long mountain range along Kunlun Xu was shaken three times. The birds and beasts all raised up to the sky and cried, and the ichthyosaurs in the water also came out with surprise and tears.
This rumor was so unreliable that we heard the seventeen brothers and sisters who were frightened and crying.
The purple golden crown, profound crystal armor, saponin boots and Xuanyuan sword are the consistent costumes of Mo Yuan's expedition. They have been used for our disciples in the Kunlun Xuzheng Hall for 70,000 years. That charming little lady, I spent a long time thinking about it with my fourth brother, and felt that it was about the gods and me.
Such an unconvincing rumor was spread to everyone knowing the gods of the Eight Desolations, so they came to worship one after another.
Mo Yuan had planned to retreat on the second day when he returned to Kunlun Xu, so that his life passed for several days.
The little gods who came to worship were nothing special. Some were brought to Mo Yuan by the elder brother and the second elder brother to say a few words, and some only had two sips of tea in the front hall, and then left after a break. The young man who came only at noon on the third day was somewhat unusual.
This young man was dressed in a white robe, and he was very quiet, and his face looked quite smooth.
When Mo Yuan saw him, his cold expression was slightly startled.
The white-robed youth was able to see Mo Yuan, but did not pay the respects. He only picked up a pair of peach eyes and said: "I haven't seen God for a long time, and the spirit of God is still there. Zhong Yin came to Kunlun this time because my sister and I had a dream last night. Let me pass a word to God, my sister," he smiled and said, "she said she was alone, very lonely."
I recruited a boy who was waiting next to Senior Brother Seven and asked him to fill the white-robed Zhong Yin with a cup of tea.
Mo Yuan didn't speak, but only supported his cheeks and leaned on the arm beside the seat.
Zheyan glanced at Mo Yuan, and said to Zhong Yin kindly: "Little brother Zhong Yin, you are just joking, your sister Shao Wan Nu Jun has been in the ashes for hundreds of thousands of years, so how can I entrust you with a dream."
Zhong Yin bends the corner of his eyes kindly, and said: "Zheyan's is really wrong to blame Zhong Yin. Zhong Yin really came to pass on his sister's words, and there is no intention at all. I didn't want to bother with this god, but saw that the sister in my dream was poor. , I can’t bear it, and I’m tired to take a trip to Kunlun today. The God of Zheyan said that Zhong Yin’s sister was gone in ashes, so he couldn’t entrust his dream to Zhong Yin. But the God of Moyuan on the seat also said that it was gone in ashes. Now, she can still come back. Although my sister is in ashes, she doesn't know where she is scattered, so why not give me a dream?"
After speaking, he gave a polite and walked out of the main hall.
When the man named Zhong Yin came out of the main hall, Zheyan said to the Buddha.
Mo Yuan got down from his seat, said nothing, and walked to the backyard. I lifted my foot to look at it, but Zheyan stopped me.
The second senior brother came over with a bitter face: "Master just left, if there are friends from the fairy pilgrimage, what should I do?"
Zheyan looked at the sky melanly, and said, "Let's bring tea to the front hall. If you have enough, you can send it out. Um, is there enough tea?"
I had the final say, nodded and said: "Very enough, very enough."
I always think that my master Mo Yuan is a man with a history. Everything has Ding Youmao, and the master is indeed a man with history. But listening to the few words said by Zhong Yin in the white robe, the description seemed to be a history. I am a little worried. In line with the filial piety that he should do as a disciple, he planned to greet the little fairy in the front hall, and went to Mo Yuan's wing to comfort him.
It was night, when I knocked on Mo Yuan's room door, he was sitting in front of a guqin meditating, the dizzy candlelight reflected on his face slightly vicissitudes. I stood at the door for a daze. He lifted his eyes from the guqin and smiled lightly: "Stand in the door and do something, come in."
I quietly squeezed over, intending to come to comfort him, hold back for a long time, but did not hold back a word. When it comes to his matter, I actually don't understand at all, but listening to the white-robed young man's statement, it is only a period of turmoil. If it is Duan Fengyue's injury, if you want to persuade, you usually have to start with a sentence?
I was thinking about it, and I accidentally got into my ears with a few patters. Mo Yuan put his right hand on the strings, plucked it at random, and said, "You have been distracted from time to time for tens of thousands of years." I touched my nose and smiled, then smiled and leaned close to him, squeezing out a cordial solution. "Master, people can't come back to life after death, so Zhong Yin probably misses his sister, but don't worry about it." He was slightly startled, bowed his head and fiddled with the strings three or two at random, then said lightly: " Are you here tonight just for this matter?"
I nodded.
The dazzling sound of the piano stopped abruptly.
He raised his head and glanced over, looked at me for a long while, but asked an irrelevant question. What he asked was: "You are sincere to him?"
I reacted for a long time before realizing that he asked Ye Hua. Although I felt embarrassed to talk about this in front of my elders, it was not my usual way of twitching. He rubbed his nose and said honestly: "Really. Ten. Twenty thousand points of sincerity."
He turned his eyes away, looked out the window for a while, and said, "That's all right, I'm relieved."
Uh, he looks a little weird tonight. Could it be that I am worried that I am not doing well in my daughter's house and that I will not be married well? I figured this out, and I was happy to appease him: "Master, don't worry, Ye Hua is very good, and we two are in harmony. I am true to him, and he is the same to me."
He still didn't look back, but said lightly: "It's late at night, go back to your room and rest."
From that day on, Mo Yuan could hardly get to the main hall. I walked over half of the courtyard that night to comfort him, and when I got out of his room, I realized that I didn't comfort him. I am a little guilty. About this kind of thing, you still have to look at it on your own, and no one else can get in.
I thought I could pour out the enthusiasm of these little gods who came to worship without seeing Mo Yuan, but I didn't want them to still be very enthusiastic. And the more the gods come to drink tea, the longer the time will be, and the number of tea cups will increase day by day. The fourth brother guessed that this is an evil wind of comparison. For example, when I was young, I often compared with him who could pick more peaches and drink more wine at Zheyan. As a result, a notice was posted, and the above clearly informed the gods who came to Kunlun Xu to worship, that each person could only receive a cup of tea and not add water. But even so, the little immortals who came to Zhaohe still succeeded one after another, which was annoying.
I spent the twelve days pretending to be a tea doctor in the front hall. On the night of the twelfth day, I finally couldn’t stand it. I pulled the fourth brother to a stand under the jujube tree in the atrium, begging him to help me conceal seven or eight incense sticks. Time, so that I can take a trip to Mortal Realm and see Yehua.