Dijun's black moonlight is back

When Ling Yu came down from Jiange Mountain, he met another old friend.

Wrinkles have already appeared on the corners of her eyebrows and eyes. After a hundred years of practice, she will age like ordinary people, only a little slower.

When she saw Ling Yu, she almost didn't dare to recognize him.

It was Lingyu who called her first: "Sister Mingxiao."

"You are Ling Yu?" Li Xiao was surprised and delighted.

After Fushuang's death, she never saw Ling Yu in Qingcheng Mountain again, and she thought she would never see her again in this life.

She walked up to Ling Yu, and looked at Ling Yu's face with those eyes that were no longer clear and bright: "Okay, great, your elder sister will be happy if she sees you."

Lingyu saw Mingxiao carrying a rattan basket, which contained mushrooms she had picked up in the mountains.

"What's this for?" Ling Yu didn't answer her question, but instead asked about the things she was carrying.

Li Xiao saw that she was interested, so she took off the basket and held it in front of Ling Yu to show it to Ling Yu: "Chicken soup stew, I opened a shop at the foot of the mountain, specializing in chicken soup pots, do you want to try it?"

Qingcheng Mountain's control over disciples also pursues the word "inaction", as long as it does not violate morality.

Therefore, many disciples who have spare time, like Li Xiao, do small business outside of cultivation.

As far as she knew, the largest bookstore at the foot of the mountain was also opened by disciples of Mount Qingcheng.

But she didn't expect that Mingxiao would start a food and drink business. What she hated most in the past was cooking and washing dishes.

Ling Yu didn't answer Ming Xiao's question, so she simply took Ling Yu's hand and led her down the mountain.

The sun in the sky was about to set, and the orange-red sunlight shone on the two people and the stone road.

"When Senior Sister left Qingcheng Mountain," Mingxiao said as she walked, "she specifically told a few of us that we should take more care of you."

"Where have you been all these years? All the senior brothers and sisters miss you very much."

When Ling Yu was in the door, she rarely dealt with these people, she didn't like dealing with people very much.

But Li Xiao told her today that many people here miss her.

"What do you miss me for?" Ling Yu asked.

Li Xiao smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes became more obvious: "Whether you are full or not, and whether you are warmly dressed."

"When you went to Mount Qingcheng to study as a teacher, you were alone, you didn't like to talk, you didn't know how to get along with others, and you were afraid that you would be bullied when you left the Jinsha Relics."

Mingxiao's palms were no longer as delicate as when she was young. When she rubbed the back of Lingyu's hand, Lingyu could still clearly feel the cocoon marks on her palms.

Time never forgives anyone, unless you have the talent to go against the sky.

Disciples like Li Xiao are actually the majority in Mount Qingcheng.

Or it can be said that they are the majority of practitioners in the world.

I have pursued the Dao all my life, studied hard and practiced hard, but I still can't find the opportunity to knock on the door of heaven.

Ling Yu didn't like this kind of physical contact very much, she wanted to withdraw her hand, but when she saw dawn from the side, she tried to suppress her thoughts again.

"But judging from your appearance," Liming said, "you should have accomplished something in your studies."

Ling Yu was like this when she entered Qingcheng Mountain, and now she meets again after hundreds of years, Li Xiao has begun to age, but she still looks like a girl.

Anyone who reads it will guess that she has touched the secret.

In fact, she knew it well, but it was just like this since she was born.

When I passed by the village at the foot of the mountain at dawn, I bought some green vegetables, saying that they could be cooked in soup.

Ling Yu helped her carry a basket of vegetables and walked across the dirt bridge in the rice field.At the beginning of dusk, all the farmers in the village light up their lamps, and the warm candles under the clouds and the boundless green fields are like fireworks in the world.

Lixiao's store is not big, and when she came back, there happened to be several tables of guests eating.

They warmly greeted the proprietress, and spoke a few words to Li Xiao in a dialect that Ling Yu barely understood.

Li Xiao took Ling Yu to the backyard, the smile on his face suddenly sank: "Cut, these mushrooms are not for them, they are all for you to eat."

It turned out that they wanted to discuss the fresh mushrooms that Li Xiao picked for cooking, and Li Xiao made a few perfunctory remarks.

"You go to the pavilion and wait for me," Mingxiao carried Mushroom on his back, took the vegetables in Lingyu's hand and went into the kitchen, "We can eat in a while."

Ling Yu walked to the place she said, and found that the gazebo was quite unique.

A thin wooden bridge crosses the lotus root field and connects to the small pavilion in the field.

The pavilion is surrounded by lotus leaves and some lotus flowers that are about to bloom.

Ling Yu found a place to sit down, and looked up at the stars climbing up the sky after the rays of light dissipated.

Behind the peak of good and evil in Mingjing Mountain, some mushrooms will grow after heavy rain. Wen Jingchan used to pick them when he was a child.

He had a little crow in his arms and a big basket on his back, talking to the crow as he walked.

But he only went there once, because he shared the mushrooms he picked with his brothers and sisters. After they ate, they all said that there were villains dancing in front of them.

Everyone was concerned about whether this happened to him, and Wen Jingchan was telling the truth. He was not greedy for fresh mushrooms, but just wanted to pick up some Ganoderma lucidum to feed the birds.

I picked up a basket of mushrooms that were said to be edible in the book, and thought of sharing them with my classmates because I couldn't deal with them.

He was also kind, and everyone couldn't say anything, so they had to tell him not to pick mushrooms he didn't know.

At that time, Ling Yu, who had no human form, had been listening to the excitement, still thinking in his heart, he dared to pick you up and eat it, no wonder you are from the same sect.

Thinking of these ridiculous past events, Ling Yu himself didn't notice the corners of her mouth rising.

The Qing Zi Yin around her waist made an inexplicable sound again, and the lotus flowers around her swayed as if being blown by the wind.

But at this moment, there is no wind.

Is it an illusion?Why did she feel as if when this thing rang, the surrounding plants were also a little happy?
Someone stepped into the backyard behind me, and before I saw them I heard their voices: "Ling Yu!"

She stood up and turned around in the gazebo.

"It's really you!" The visitor was very surprised.

Li Xiao was busy in the kitchen, and did not forget to look up at them: "Come and help."

Their smiles were pure and clean, and the moment they saw Ling Yu, there was a surprise they couldn't hide.

These are fellow disciples that she has neglected countless times. She has been away for 300 years, and they still remember her as a junior sister in their hearts.

Some of them look much the same as when they were young, and some of them are a bit old like Ming Xiao.

Lingyu could barely match his name to his face. The people who came were all people who had been friends with Fushuang Tangyuan back then.

The meals were all ready, Li Xiao dug out the old wine buried under the crooked-neck tree, and took a group of people to sit down in the gazebo.

The chicken soup was full of aroma, and the strong wine was pungent. Ling Yu sat in the crowd, holding a glass of wine and listening to them talking about the trivial things of the past hundreds of years.

Under the candlelight, the wrinkles at the corners of Lixiao's eyes unfolded like phoenix tails.

Ling Yu seemed to understand why Tang Yuan was willing to stay with Fu Shuang until he grew old.