There are four distinct seasons on Qianluan Peak.
Mount Zhaomei is covered with ice and snow, and cold plums are in full bloom, but it is already autumn here. The leaves are blown yellow by the autumn wind, and hang on the treetops and crumbling. If there is a slightly stronger wind, they will lose the slightest nostalgia, and they will break away from the growing trunk and return to the eternal soil.
Qianluan Palace has never been angry since three years ago.
In the past, the young man who practiced swords under the tree disappeared, the figure who was reading in the courtyard disappeared, and the young man who would get up early to practice even though he was too weak to practice could no longer be seen.
He took away the vitality of the whole mountain, like dead leaves that fell to the ground, and said a farewell speech of 'never meet' with the big tree that raised him.
In three years, Yan Junqing has changed from a young boy to a handsome young man.
He knew a lot of things. He knew that Chu Muyun loved Mo Jiushao deeply, and he also knew that Mo Jiushao didn't love Chu Muyun so deeply. At least when he was alive, the feelings that this arrogant emperor gave was preserved. leeway.
Because of the angry riot, Chu Muyun paid the price of his life in exchange for Mo Jiushao's thousand-year peace, and at the same time completely captured this arrogant respect who never put anyone in his eyes.
In the past three years, Yan Junqing and Mo Jiushao had become estranged to the point of being almost strangers.
He knew that Chu Muyun was willing, but he still couldn't let it go. There is no way to face this man who 'indirectly' killed Chu Muyun.
As early as two years ago, he proposed to go down the mountain.
At that time, Mo Jiushao didn't even look at him, he just said this sentence: "He wants you to live well."
Yan Junqing was completely frozen there.
Mo Jiushao didn't raise his head, just gently stroked the long hair of the young man in his arms, and said slowly, "In two years, as long as you completely suppress the blazing fire, you can leave here."
Yan Junqing couldn't help but cast her gaze on the familiar face with her eyes closed, but she just glanced at it and instantly felt the heart-piercing pain.
He lowered his head and suppressed the trembling in his voice: "Okay."
Finally, the current Yan Junqing can leave Qianluan Peak.
Before leaving, he wanted to say goodbye to Mo Jiushao, and also wanted to take one last look at Chu Muyun.
Maybe we will never see each other again. But this young man who gave him warmth and woke him up from his nightmare will always remain in the deepest part of his mind.
After several years on Qianluan Peak, Yan Junqing kowtowed three times to Mo Jiushao: "Thank you for your kindness."
Mo Jiushao responded calmly.
Yan Junqing hesitated for a moment: "Your Excellency..." Before he finished speaking, Mo Jiushao interrupted him: "No."
Yan Junqing's eyes darkened slightly: "I just want to take a look..."
Mo Jiushao: "It's too late, he rested."
Yan Junqing's heart felt as uncomfortable as a needle: "Your Excellency, Brother Yun, he has already..."
Mo Jiushao raised his head abruptly, his light-colored eyes turned into a heavy lead gray, and his voice became even more icy as ice: "If you continue, I will make you never get out of Qianluan Peak!"
Yan Junqing stopped abruptly, his eyes were full of bitterness, but he really... really didn't dare to say any more.
Not fear, but unbearable.
For three years, no one has come out of the shadow of that day.
Yan Junqing went down the mountain.
Mo Jiushao didn't go back to the house, but sat quietly in the courtyard covered with dead leaves, fascinated by himself.
He looked very calm, calm to the point of being a little flustered, he seemed to be thinking about something, but no one could know what he was thinking.
A gust of cold wind blew, the treetops trembled, and a large number of leaves fell, some scattered on his hair, and the jet-black hair was covered with golden leaves. The extremely sharp contrast made him seem extremely lonely.
I don't know how long I sat, until a servant bowed and saluted, and whispered: "Your Highness, the lazy emperor is visiting."
Mo Jiushao was obviously startled, then he got up, his light white robe dragged on the ground, and dragged a path among the large dead leaves.
Qianluan Peak, which has been rehabilitated, is even more gorgeous than before.
Jun Mo stood in the hall, with silver hair and silver robe, from a distance, his back was like frost and snow, and he couldn't get the slightest bit of dust, and he couldn't lose the slightest popularity.
To some extent, laziness and arrogance have something indescribable in common.
One of them doesn't care about anything, the other is dismissive of everything.
The same cold-hearted, the same indifference to everything in the world.
But now... these two people are like ink on rice paper, smudged, lost their perfection, but instead made another beautiful picture.
Mo Jiushao made a gesture of invitation to Jun Mo.
Jun Mo thanked him and went straight to the point: "I can help you refine the Resurrection Pill."
Mo Jiushao narrowed his eyes suddenly: "The price."
Jun Mo looked at him: "I'm busy."
Mo Jiushao: "You said."
Jun Mo: "Ling Xuan has an ice spirit beast there."
Mo Jiushao frowned slightly. He had also heard about ice spirit beasts. It was a very rare spirit beast. It was said that when he became an adult, he had extraordinary strength and would produce an extremely rare alchemy material.
Arrogantly asked: "Want ice spirit liquid?"
Lazy replied, "Yes."
Mo Jiushao is very clear about the entanglement between anger and laziness: "So, Ling Xuan doesn't want that medicine that can suppress the realm?"
Jun Mo: "Well, it's the little beast he picked up. It looks like he likes it very much."
Mo Jiushao was so thoughtful, he immediately grasped the point: "What you want is an ice spirit beast."
Jun Mo: "Only I can make him produce the purest ice spirit liquid, and only the extremely pure ice spirit liquid is useful."
Mo Jiushao didn't ask any more questions, because he would touch on some privacy further down. Lazy would talk to him about this because he really wanted something from him.
In the entire Demon World, there are only a handful of people who want to take things from the hands of anger.
Gluttony can be done, but no one would want to negotiate terms with him.
Arrogance can also be done. If it was laziness before, maybe Jun Mo wouldn't be able to invite him.
Coincidentally... Arrogance needs a Resurrection Pill.
Lazy doesn't want to refine this kind of medicine pill, because it is against the sky, and after refining one, it will definitely cause countless troubles.
He hates trouble, especially trouble that might surround him.
But... everything is nothing compared to that thing.
After a while, he said arrogantly, "I see."
Lazy asked: "If you need anything, feel free to contact me."
"Well." Mo Jiushao said, "I will find you when I get it."
Lazy: "Waiting for good news."
Following Ling Xuan's departure, Chu Muyun has been very quiet.
Baby Zero asked in a low voice, "Who are we going to attack this time?"
Chu Muyun: "Who do you want to attack first?"
Zero: "I thought it was difficult to be angry, but now it seems that he is very interested in ice spirit beasts, and laziness seems to be robbing you. As for jealousy... Is he going to be abused qaq."
Chu Muyun: "Isn't the abuse of scumbags something to be happy about?"
Zero: "I don't know, I always feel jealous and pitiful."
Chu Muyun: "There are only four words I want to say about him."
Zero: "What?"
Chu Muyun: "Mad makes a staff."
zero:"… "
In the end, who is going to attack, Baby Zero didn't ask the answer, of course, Chu always knew.
This situation is very good, and I'm too sorry for myself, who worked so hard to act, if I don't take the opportunity to catch up with the progress.
It was not until he left Zhaomei Mountain and walked into a dark and quiet jungle that his anger stopped.
Although Chu Muyun complained that he had penetrated into ooc's fandom, he actually knew very well in his heart: this is the devil world, absolutely right; in front of him is his son who only knows how to fight, exactly.
But Ling Xuan is indeed abnormal, but if the reason is valid, this abnormality is not abnormal.
Chu Muyun had a lot of conjectures, and now he needed to confirm it.
Ling Xuan stared at the little beast in front of him without saying a word, just looking at it like this.
And Chu Muyun frowned slightly, and the light blue eyes were full of disgust that could not be concealed: "What the hell are you trying to do!"
Ling Xuan smiled: "Do you like Yan Chen?"
Chu Muyun replied without hesitation, "Of course!"
Ling Xuan: "Just because he took care of you for more than half a year?"
Chu Muyun: "I told you that you can't understand it. Uncle Yan Chen is very good, and he is also very good to me. You can't imagine it at all!"
Ling Xuan: "But he doesn't want you anymore."
Suddenly hitting the center of gravity, Chu Muyun's face turned pale.
Ling Xuan calmly said: "He is so kind to you, why did he let you leave when he knew you wanted to stay in Zhaomei Mountain? He was so kind to you, why did he let you leave with me when he knew that I would bully you?"
Chu Muyun opened his mouth, but found that he had no way to refute.
Ling Xuan: "Look, this is what you think is 'good', I see, it's actually nothing more than that."
Hearing this, the little orc froze: "You have no right to say this!"
Ling Xuan: "Am I not qualified? If I didn't kill that beast, you would have already become his food; if I didn't sharpen your spirit and perseverance, how could you withstand the infusion of Wanling Stone and nourish?"
He said these words, making the little orc startled.
Just when Chu Muyun thought that this guy was going to brainwash this little ice spirit beast...
The angry Emperor Zun, who never played cards according to common sense, stretched his waist, his red eyes suddenly brightened, and a sinister smile hung on the corner of his mouth.
"To be honest, your acting is really good."
Chu Muyun: "..."
Zero: ⊙0⊙
Ling Xuan stared at him and said word by word, "Mage Xiaozhen, you are really interesting."
The expression on Chu Muyun's face didn't even show any cracks. His light blue eyes were full of doubts and incomprehensions.
The angry emperor got closer to him and said in a low voice, "I almost believed it, but... you are Chu Muyun."
Chu Muyun was thinking about whether Ling Xuan had really caught something, or did he simply use words to harass him.
But Ling Xuan couldn't wait: "Come on, let me see your formation."
When the voice fell, the surrounding momentum expanded, and the entire space seemed to be compressed, and the huge pressure made the sky color.
Chu Muyun: "Fuck, this is indeed anger, not bad at all."