Dijun's black moonlight is back

At the last moment of the dream, it stayed at the moment when Wen Jingchan's hand floated beside Lingyu's ear.

He saw her crawl across a line of pagodas, kneel down in front of Dengxian Gate, refusing to take another half step.

The future, which is not known how many years later, made him suspicious.

He fell into a dream before he could see the cause clearly, and likewise, he couldn't see the consequences clearly.

A clear sound knocked in his sea of ​​consciousness, and Wen Jingchan, who was deeply trapped in it, finally woke up.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Guanzi Yin hanging in front of him.

It sensed the direction of Qing Ziyin, and also sensed that the owner of Qing Ziyin was missing him.

Wen Jingchan put Guanzi Yin into his hands, got up and put a piece of jade on the table, and followed its instructions to the direction of Tiger Leaping Gorge.

He thought a lot along the way, and wanted to ask Ling Yu a lot of questions.

But the moment he really saw her, he didn't want to ask any more.

The past cannot be traced, and the future is also a way to go.

He has already seen half of the secrets by chance, if he asks the bottom of it again, his fate may be messed up.

Instead of worrying about the future that is far away, it is better to do your best in the present.

"Miss Lingyu," Tang Yuan finally realized that there was an extra person in his family, "Is this your friend who came to pick you up?"

Seeing that Tang Yuan was very busy, Ling Yu walked towards the kitchen: "It's my master."

She took out all the dishes that Tang Yuan had prepared, put them on the table, and went back to get the chopsticks and bowls.

"There is one more person," Ling Yu said, "he should have a bite to eat, right?"

Tang Yuan smiled: "Of course."

When he laughed, Ling Yu felt very much like that senior brother who is a public servant.

At that time, he pretended to be the common people in his heart, always thinking about Zepi's side after he attained enlightenment.

He is upright and courageous, broad-minded, and very kind to others.

Such a person is more like a god than any god in the sky.

But in the end, he gave up the road to longevity for Fushuang.

Ling Yu walked to the table with the empty bowls in her hand, and after arranging them one by one, she looked down at the three places on the wooden table.

She used to sit between Fushuang and Tang Yuan like this.

They thought she was a lonely and helpless wanderer, and they would always deliberately take care of her.

No matter in practice or in daily life, the two of them took her with them, just like taking their own sisters.

Years go by, the past is like smoke, and the people sitting here are no longer the people they were back then.

Tang Yuan carried the steaming pot of porridge and walked towards the table, while walking, he still did not forget to greet Wen Jingchan: "Master Lingyu, come quickly."

When Wen Jingchan came to sit down, Tang Yuan just put a bowl full of hot porridge in front of him: "The poor in the mountains are all native things, don't be disgusted by the elders."

The white porridge in the bowl looks very good, and there are some small shrimps in it, which should grow in the stream.

He picked up the porridge and smiled at him gently: "How could that be?"

Ling Yu sat down one step ahead of her, and at this moment she had already started to eat with a bowl.

While blowing it cool, she stirred it with a spoon, and her movements were very familiar.

Tang Yuan also sat down, seeing that Ling Yu had a good appetite, he also became a little proud.

All these years, he lived here alone, and he was the only one who cooked for himself.

It's the first time anyone else has tried his craft, and the feedback looks pretty good.

"Tang Yuan, are you going to live here forever?" Ling Yu suddenly raised her head and asked him.

"Otherwise? What's the matter?" Tang Yuan was a little confused, so, he was born here, where else could he go if he didn't stay here?

"It's nothing." Ling Yu said.

She didn't care about Tang Yuan back then, and in a hurry, she only changed Fushuang's tenth mortal path, not knowing what would happen to Tang Yuan.

Now that he has been reincarnated, she can no longer interfere with his fate.

"When I was a child, I wanted to go to the Jinsha Remains Realm to ask a teacher," Tang Yuan suddenly remembered his previous thoughts, "But I forgot it later, you asked today, and I remembered."

Ling Yu raised her eyes to look at him, she always felt that it was not as simple as just remembering.

"Which sect?" Ling Yu asked.

"Mount Qingcheng, the Qingwei Sect of the Taiyi Sect," Tang Yuan said, "is under the sect of Daoist Xiyan."

Ling Yu lowered his eyes, looking at the river prawns in the bowl.

She stirred the porridge again with a spoon, then raised her head and said, "Reverend Xiyan should be very happy to see you."

"Why?" Tang Yuan asked.

Not only was he curious, Wen Jingchan also looked at Lingyu, waiting for her to answer this question.

"You have a good foundation," Ling Yu said casually, "Who wouldn't want to accept an apprentice with a bright future?"

She turned around and turned to look at Wen Jingchan: "Right, master?"

Wen Jingchan knew that she was fooling around again, but she nodded as she said: "Yes."

Tang Yuan took it seriously: "If you say so, I am suitable for cultivating immortals? Can I still make a big difference?"

"Of course." Ling Yu said.

Tang Yuan in the previous life, if he was not burdened by love, would have looked like a great master.

The reason why he went up to the mountain to seek a teacher was because he had already reached the pinnacle of martial arts in the world, and there was no way to advance, so he could only enter the Jinsha Relics Realm to seek a breakthrough.

I didn't expect this step to be extremely correct.

Tang Yuan came to Qingwei seven or eight hundred years later than Fushuang, but his cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and he is on the verge of catching up with her.

Daoist Xiyan thought that two peerless talents would emerge from his sect.

It's a pity that God failed to fulfill his wishes, he took Ling Yu back, and ruined the future of the two good apprentices.

Thinking of Master Xiyan, an old man with gray hair and beard, Ling Yu really missed that fairy mountain.

"When do you plan to go?" Wen Jingchan asked suddenly.

He lowered his head, perhaps looking at the porridge in the bowl.

Ling Yu didn't know if he was asking herself, but when he was hesitating, Tang Yuan answered first.

"I haven't thought about it yet," Tang Yuan said, "If I go suddenly, I'm afraid Daoist Xiyan won't accept me as an apprentice."

Ling Yu thought to herself, if you go with this face, Daoist Xiyan will probably be overjoyed.

Wen Jing looked at Tang Yuan's face and knew that his parents died early, he had no brothers and sisters, and his relatives were few in this life.

The sooner one starts to practice, the sooner one can touch the doorway, and the sooner one can ascend to immortality.

He wasn't sure what Ling Yu meant, so he didn't say anything more about it.

"You just go," Ling Yu said, "the road ahead is just under your feet, instead of waiting and watching, it's better to take it calmly."

"Rather than wait and see," Tang Yuan murmured and repeated Ling Yu's words, "it's better to act calmly."

As if enlightened, he patted the table and said to Ling Yu: "It's still you who cultivate immortality!"

Ling Yu was praised inexplicably, and she twitched the corner of her mouth before continuing to drink the porridge.

Wen Jingchan glanced at Ling Yu, and bowed her head together with her in silence.

In the bamboo grove, some pedestrians hurried past, talking about the disaster of the earth dragon in the Jinsha ruins while walking.