Ji Mo had informed Chang Hui of the success of the peace talks with Mo Yu Xiange, and what he would do after that would depend on Feng Chao's arrangements, but he was still very puzzled about the appearance of Feng Xian.
According to Ye Mingjun, because there are too many small worlds opened up by the immortals at present, in order to facilitate management, a heaven will be set up in every ten worlds. You can voluntarily go to the main heaven where Ye Mingjun is located.
The immortal's expression was still a little depressed when he mentioned this, and he only wondered: "Actually, what is the difference between where to practice? The main heaven is only a longer history, and the newly built heaven is much more advanced in terms of architectural functions. I don't understand. Why are they rushing to see our antiques?"
Ji Mo can understand such a state of mind. After all, not everyone can treat everything equally like Ye Mingjun. At this time, he replied lightly: "Perhaps they think that the harder it is to enter, the better the benefits."
Just as the two of them were talking, as if touched by these words, a sigh suddenly came from outside the window, "Yeah, if people learn to be content, I'm afraid it will be much better."
Ji Mo was no stranger to this voice, it was the farmer whose pseudonym was Zong Er. When he opened the window, he saw that the man was riding a scalper and looking at them leisurely. This image had nothing to do with the rumored handsome Feng Xian.
Although Ji Mo didn't understand what this person meant by taking the initiative to come, his voice was extremely calm, "Your Excellency chose to listen to the corner at such a late night, it's so interesting."
Seeing the image of Fengxian, Ye Mingjun reacted somewhat, and immediately guessed: "You really belong to Shennong Ding's family, I remember that your piece of land in the whole heaven is so full of pastoral style."
After he said this, Ji Mo realized that Feng Xian's painting style was really the same as that of a certain Uncle Li, and he secretly wondered if something had happened in Shennong Ding, but the farmer was stroking the ox's horns, and this time it was not the same. In the past, he usually pretended to be crazy and sold stupid, and just said to Ji Mo indifferently: "Young man, can you talk a few words alone?"
looking for him? What number of ways is this? Could it be that Shennongding finally thought of the consequences of Qi Mingzhu's elopement with someone, and was ready to fight the mandarin ducks
The question is, don't you group of people with the style of the country uncle do this kind of thing without feeling half the atmosphere
Although he was sulking in his heart, Ji Mo wanted to find out the truth of the other party. Since Feng Xian took the initiative to bring it to the door, he pointed to the hall, "Please."
Ji Mo knows his influence over Lord Ye Ming, and it is impossible to take risks alone. When meeting Feng Xian alone in the hall, both Hui Yue and Lord Ye Ming can support him at any time. After confirming that there is no accident, he asked the farmer, "I don't know. What does Senior Feng want to say to me?"
Feng Xian didn't say anything about his vigilance, and the face that was originally very simple and honest can be seen now when he calmed down. Seeing him looking for a stool and sitting down, he calmly said, "Aren't you curious about who I am? Since you are the one chosen by Qi Mingzhu, I should fulfill your wishes."
Investigating a person, the other party took the initiative to send information, Ji Mo did not think there would be such a good thing in the world, but just when he was doubtful, Fang Fengxian had already opened his mouth.
That is a story that is now unknown. Before being blocked by Tiandige, there were many romantic characters in this world, and Fengyue Erxian was two of them.
Of course, this all happened a thousand years ago. At that time, there were no heaven and man in the world, and the three major sects did not appear today. The world was not unified, and the nations fought all year round.
Before the war, Da Zong was the most stubborn child king in the village. He went down to the river to catch fish, climb up the tree to steal dates, and enjoyed the headaches of adults and the admiration of children.
And she, the young lady of a wealthy family, has never walked out of the door since she was a child. Even when she went out, she always followed the maid and nurse to keep these dirty children far away.
At that time, he climbed the tallest tree in the village, peeked over the high wall and peeked at the most delicate little girl, thinking, what kind of voice does such a doll speak
So when the enemy army rushed into this small village and beheaded all the villagers he encountered like killing chickens and dogs, he mustered up the courage of his life to bring the terrified girl out.
The two ten-year-olds fled while the enemy was looting money from wealthy households. That was the farthest road the boy named Big Bug had run, and the softest hand he had ever held. He had never been out of the village, and he didn't know where he was going. The girl said something, "I don't know your name yet."
"Yue... Yue'er."
The girl was already terrified by the bloody scene she saw, and she trembled with fear when she answered, just like a porcelain doll that shattered at the touch of a touch, but her voice was as clear and crisp as he had imagined, as if it was born in the spring. Good Oriole.
He clenched the girl's hand and said to her, "Don't be afraid, Big Bug will protect you. No child in the village can beat me."
In the chaotic world, the two orphans have nowhere to live. If they are lucky, they will be given one or two steamed buns. If they are unlucky, they can only find wild vegetables and wild fruits in the mountains. When they are very hungry, they can even eat the bark of trees.
At that time, the boy and the girl huddled in the corner to keep warm. He looked at her face that was getting thinner and thinner due to the ups and downs, and thought to himself, he would not be able to survive the winter like this, he had to find a cotton coat for her before the winter.
So he sneaked into a big family in the city. He wanted to steal the clothes of the next person and leave, but he was found to be hung up and beaten to pieces.
Perhaps there is no way for people to die in the sky, or maybe he really was destined to return. At that time, the bodies of dead refugees would be found in the city every day, and the death of one or two people was nothing at all. However, on this day, a Taoist was here. When the family was a guest, they suddenly found that the child had good muscles and bones, and seemed to have an excellent talent for cultivation, so they rescued him.
Although the Taoist sect is small, it is enough to protect a mortal from worrying about life. However, in the face of this luck, the boy just pulled his robe tightly. Although the pain was almost irrational, there was only one sentence in his mouth. , "I want Yue'er, where is she, where am I..."
In this way, the boy and the girl were brought into the Xianshan Mountain in the eyes of mortals. The Taoist disliked the name Big Bug as being too tacky, so he gave him the name Feng Hanqing, and the girl was also given the name Yue Wuyou by his master.
In this way, the future Fengyue Erxian ignorantly embarked on the road of cultivating immortals.
At that time, Feng Hanqing didn't know what Feisheng was at all, he only knew that his porcelain doll could finally be fed and clothed. In order to make her laugh in the garden as before, he must become the best disciple in the sect and get his own yard.
This child from the countryside has unparalleled aptitudes. After the war, he can endure hardships far better than ordinary people. It took only ten years to emerge among the monks.
No one in the world remembers the child king who farmed and herded cattle in the countryside. The only thing the monks talked about was the young genius who married Yuan Ying at the age of 20, and the junior sister who was inseparable from him. Twenty years later, they became again. He became the Venerable Fengyue in the eyes of everyone; in another fifty years, he will be the strongest monk in the world, Fengyue Erxian.
Feng Hanqing, who has been cultivating her whole life, is actually not good at things related to the wind and moon. Even when she invited her junior sister to become a Taoist partner, she just stammered and asked, "Can I hold you for the rest of my life?"
"it is good."
At that time, Feng Hanqing was already a well-known and powerful monk in the world, and she had seen countless beauties. Although Yue Wuyou was born delicate and beautiful, she was only a top-notch figure, but in his eyes, she was still the one who attracted him to climb trees every day. The most beautiful little girl in the village overlooking the distance, just a word in a shy response can make his heart elated.
Feng Hanqing has been a beggar and a refugee all her life, and she has become the number one person in the world and has enjoyed the respect of the world, but no matter when, she is holding Yue Wuyou's hand tightly like the day she escaped from the village. He made everyone in the world remember that where there is wind, there must be the moon, and the two immortals of the wind and the moon will never be separated.
But he never found out that although with the help of his constant search for heaven and earth treasures, Yue Wuyou's cultivation has been improving with him, but when he reaches the Mahayana period, he has shown a state of exhaustion, and then he is even more responsible for transcending the calamity. It is difficult for him to seek various advanced methods.
From the day they entered the school, the sect concluded that Yue Wuyou did not have the aptitude for cultivation, it was Feng Hanqing who refused to accept her fate and used every means to make her walk with him.
He is indeed a rare genius that can be seen in thousands of years, but there is no shortcut to soaring.
Yue Wuyou's cultivation base was stagnant, but Feng Hanqing steadily improved in the process of searching for an advanced method, and soon came to the eve of the calamity.
On that day, Yue Wuyou, who had been obediently following him and let him lead her, stopped, she looked at this man who had been with him since childhood, and for the first time made a request to him,
"Senior brother, you have decided my path since I was a child. I will do whatever you ask me to do. I know you are good to me, but at least please let me walk the path of ascension by myself."
Only then did Feng Hanqing realize that from the very beginning, she had never asked Yue Wuyou what she wanted. He gave her everything that he thought was the best, and the woman who was born with a gentle temperament responded with a happy appearance, as if she liked it as long as he gave it. The life he decided for her, even if it wasn't the reunion family she wanted, she was willing to regard it as true happiness.
Until she said this, Feng Hanqing was thinking, since ascension is the cultivator's lifelong pursuit, then he will let her step into the cloud to become a real fairy, this is his way.
What he didn't know was that Yue Wuyou always thought that he owed him, so even for those without qualifications, cultivation was boring and uninteresting.
But she also really understands that she doesn't understand the way of heaven at all, and those things that can be comprehended by observing the flowing clouds in the sky with affection are very mysterious to her.
This is the case with cultivation. Three points depend on talent, and seven points depend on hard work. However, for something like talent, even if it is only one point, it is a difference between heaven and earth.
The more Yue Wuyou cultivated, the more clearly she felt the gap between the two. She knew that her relatives and friends were talking about her drag on her husband. , Without her, Feng Hanqing's life would not have encountered so many twists and turns.
It had been like this from the beginning, the boy gave her all the clean food he got, and she did nothing but make life harder for him.
So, this time, she took the initiative to stop and said goodbye with a smile to the person in front: "Senior brother, I will catch up with you soon, so please show me what you look like as an immortal."
Feng Hanqing never refused her request, even if she was reluctant, she finally decided to fulfill her favorite woman's self-esteem as a monk and answered the calamity.
As everyone expected, once she was gone, he successfully survived the thunder tribulation and ascended to immortality. At that time, looking at the golden auspicious cloud in the sky, which symbolizes the success of ascension, the disciples in the sect ran happily to tell each other, only she quietly shed a tear, after gently wiping it with her finger, she smiled and accepted the congratulations of others, and then started. His own long retreat.
What no one knew at that time was that the world after ascension was not as easy as mortals imagined. The immortals who ascended from the small world needed to continue their cultivation in the Heavenly Court branch and survived thousands of calamities before entering the main Heavenly Court.
Feng Hanqing thought that he must find a way to assist his wife in ascension. Even if he became an immortal, he never gave up his cultivation. After hundreds of years, he finally successfully ascended to the main heaven. The magic medicine, he asked himself to become the fairy who guards the sacred tool.
Shennongding has a stubborn temperament, and after begging for many years, this ancient artifact finally agreed.
Before Feng Xian was happy for a few days, they followed the clues and came to this world. At first, he was almost excited to return to their former residence. He wanted to tell her that he was still better than the sky after all, and he found it for her. The method of becoming an immortal, however, what finally appeared in front of him was just a solitary tomb.
Their disciples who stayed in the world told him that since his ascension, she has lived in seclusion and practiced in seclusion all the time.
When he was there, she was the happiest cultivator in the world, and even if her qualifications were not enough, she could still rely on him to easily advance; and after he left, she became the most hard-working cultivator in the world. As long as the success rate of ascension can be improved, Yue Wuyou will try no matter how painful the method is. She doesn't care about anything except practice. She wants to prove that Yue Xian is not a burden to Feng Xian, and wants to truly become Feng Yue who walks side by side with him. Two Immortals.
She used to be a flower-like woman, who seemed to be injured at the slightest touch, unable to withstand the wind and frost, but now she has escaped from death again and again in thunder tribulations. She wants to try to overcome the gap in aptitude with persistence and complete their agreement. However, in the end, he was still no match for the destiny and died in the thunder calamity.
"That day, my mother was trying to cross the tribulation for the tenth time. It was clear that nine thousand nine hundred and eighty-one thunder tribulations had ended. Just when we were all happy and ready to celebrate, suddenly there were several thunderstorms. There has never been such an accident in Jie, and the teacher was exhausted and could not defend at all. After being shattered by the heart, the treatment was ineffective and finally fell. Later we learned that it was the arrival of heaven and man."
"Senior brother, I'm sorry. I only hate myself, why can't I live up to my expectations?"
Feng Xian listened numbly to the disciple's narration of the past, until she heard her last words before her death, and the tears fell silently. At this time, he had no reason to think about what happened. He only knew one thing. Something—the woman he loved most died, and he was not by her side when he died.
"This is the world of monks. The existence of heaven and man is too enviable."
Thinking of the various efforts that these people have made in order to ascend, and the countless life and death they have experienced, and then looking at the gods who can easily achieve the cultivation of immortals with various abilities, now the Fengxian complexion of the former face is no longer in the air. Finally showed a bit of self-deprecation and unwillingness.
He and Shennongding found the culprit, but ended in disastrous failure.
He was unwilling, unwilling to admit defeat, and even the most powerful ancient artifact, he would destroy the thing that hurt her. It's worth paying any price for it.
In order to match the preferences of Shennong Ding, Feng Xian, who used to be a free and happy prince, put down his long sword in white clothes and returned to his childhood life of herding cattle. After learning that his wife was dead, he had no intention of modifying his face. Holding his rough hands, everything in the past was just a dream. In fact, there is no immortality, and there are no such fantastic adventures. He is just a cow herder in the countryside, and the girl is still living in her yard and living a happy life of her own.
However, he knew very well that this was the reality. There was no full moon, and there was no boundless wind and moon. There was only a solitary tomb in which the former two immortals of Fengyue and Yue were buried, leaving only an empty shell standing outside for revenge.
"There is a deer who told me to advise you not to be too obsessed with things like self-esteem. Many crucial choices only have one chance. Once you miss them, you will never be able to come back."
In the end, Feng Xian looked at Ji Mo, who was silent because of these past events, and finally revealed his intentions. Ren Qingya was too important in their plan, and he would try his best to fulfill Bai Lu's request.
Ji Mo understands what Feng Xian means, and now he and Ye Mingjun are the former Fengyue Erxian. It is very difficult for a heaven and man like Ren Qingya who voluntarily transfer his cultivation base to have a second one. The chaos between heaven and man will eventually end. Perhaps this is the only chance for him to become an immortal.
However, remembering that Bai Lu's stubbornness was no less than his own, Ji Mo still couldn't help sighing: "It's ironic that he said this."
Feng Xian had no intention of interfering in their affairs, but the deer was very willful, and stayed under the tree all day without doing business. The honest and honest Shennong Ding had no choice but to send Feng Xian to find Ji Mo. Dad went to solve the problem, and at this time he could only persuade: "Maybe it's because I missed it, so I understand."
Hearing this, Ji Mo was silent again. He didn't understand what Ren Qingya was making a fuss about. However, since it was determined that the crux of the problem was in Lingshan Xiaozhu, he didn't want to continue escaping because of the past, and would not wait for ten days. After making an appointment, he made up his mind and said: "Tomorrow I will go to Lingshan Xiaozhu, what he wants, ask him to tell me in person."
The author has something to say: Ren Qingya: I want to give away the head, no one can stop it.
Ji Mo: If you don't accept it, get out.
Ren Qingya: Depressed, the spring is on hold.
Shennongding: What the hell? Output paddling gone? There is no competitive spirit!
Chang Hui (heavy): I understand this kind of pain.