Merry little roll

Master is coming back.

Fu Yuan, who hadn't seen his master for several days, couldn't hide his excitement, he broke off a branch from the tree, hit the wall with it, and knocked the weeds in the corner.

Two cranes passed proudly on their long legs, squinted at Fuyuan, and let out a long cry of disdain.

From a distance, a person came.

Fu Yuan put down the branch in his hand, narrowed his eyes and looked into the distance.Is it Master?

Like, because of that red robe.It's not like, how could Master wear that straw hat.

"Fuyuan." The man held the brim of his hat and approached slowly, with a wry smile on his face. "I'm back as a teacher."

Fu Yuan half opened his mouth, the branch in his hand fell to the ground. "Yuanyang... Master?"

The Yuanyang Immortal Palace, which had been cold and silent for several days, resumed its bustle, and the little fairy boys shuttled among them, preparing meals for Simu Xianjun, who had temporarily returned to their mission.

The house was full of wood chips that had been stored for several days, Yuan Yang tapped his fingers on the wooden table, staring at himself in the bronze mirror in a daze.

At this hour, Yaojun should also return to his mansion.

"squeak"

The light outside the door spilled into the room.

"Xianjun Yuanyang, I haven't seen you for a few days, you are much more handsome..."

Old man Si Ming squeezed into the room, was talking politely, when he looked up, he saw the man in red sitting quietly in front of him.

His lips trembled suddenly.

"Xianjun, on your head..." Old man Si Ming carefully identified it, "It's actually hair!"

Yuan Yang in front of him had black hair growing on his supposedly shiny head, the black hair didn't grow long, it only fell down to his neck.Yuan Yang himself was quite handsome, but with this hair as a foil, his chiseled facial features are even more heroic, compared with the original monk, he has added too much sharpness and boldness.

It's just that those eyes are still hanging down lazily.

Old man Si Ming was stunned for quite a while, feeling bad, if other fairies were to see this appearance, Yuan Yang would have to be forced to show his lust if he didn't want to break it.

His son is handsome and heroic.

"I came back this time, and I also want to ask about the reincarnated soul. I wonder if Immortal Siming can calculate the location of the next soul?"

"Don't you know?" Old man Si Ming pouted his short beard, sat down on the wooden chair beside Yuan Yang, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Hey..." Yunyang suddenly remembered that it was old tea left over from a few days ago.

"What's the matter?" Old man Si Ming raised his head, the drops of water on his beard dangled.

"...It's nothing." Yuan Yang put down his hands, he didn't do anything clean anyway, and he didn't get sick after eating.

"Xiaoyaozong issued the Xiaoyao Sword, the next reincarnated soul should be in the place where mortals practice immortality, in the deep mountains and old forests."

"But I don't know when I will find the real sword god."

"There is no need to rush this matter. In ancient times, the sword god Xiaoyao's soul flew away, but now there is no news from the fairyland, and the world is vast. These reincarnated souls are all closely related to the sword god. It is necessary for the fairy king and the demon king to explore one by one. look."

"Reincarnated soul..." Yuan Yang was stunned, his eyes flashed strangely, "If all souls can be reincarnated, and the world is vast, where can I find that person's soul?"

Fuyuan's drake's voice could be faintly heard outside the door, in a panic, not knowing who he was talking to.

At the wooden window, a few peach petals were carried in by the wind and slowly fell to the ground.

"Xianjun Yuanyang is really a seed of infatuation. I have been looking for someone for thousands of years. Are you still waiting?"

"Of course I have to wait..." Yuan Yang lowered his eyes as the short black hair swayed around his neck, "I will wait for as long as I want." The figure in the memory gradually blurred, leaving only a faint smile.

The smile that was squeezed out for him, the smile with white hair, the smile that was fleeting.

The reason why Yuan Yang was able to occupy the top spot in the list of Nv'e in the fairyland for a long time is actually inseparable from his deep infatuation behind his romantic appearance.

"I have a wife in the secular world who I believe will last forever. I will find it no matter what. In this life, I must be the king."

After Yuanyang Xianjun's oath of "you must be the king" came out, the number of people who admire Yuanyang Lord has only increased.Straightforwardly, in the hearts of all the young ladies from the Xian family who have not left the pavilion, a sentimental and infatuated image of Langyuan fairy flower is drawn.

"What I promised... I will definitely do it." Yuan Yang stood up and looked out of the wooden window.

"If you can't do it in 1000 years, you can look for another thousand years. If you can't do it in 2000 years, you can look for it in another 2000 years. If you can't do it in this life, you have to turn around your soul and look for it in life after life."

A green leaf just fell out of the window, and it swayed to the window eaves in the wind, making a crisp friction sound of "thrilling".

"goo"

"goo"

Old man Si Ming didn't want to spoil the artistic conception, but his stomach growled out of nowhere.

"Hey, why is my stomach hurting so much?" He clutched his stomach, feeling that the spiritual power in his body was suddenly disordered, his face turned into a young man with peach blossom eyes, and then turned into a bad old man.

"Master, Immortal Si Ming!" Fu Yuan outside the door shouted loudly, and then Xian Jun Si Huo sent a lot of things to their fairy hall. Come out and talk.After sending it like this, their fairy palace should become a jewel palace!

"goo"

"Master, Master Siming!"

"goo"

"Master, Master Siming!"

"......."

Yuan Yang looked around, the miserable state of mind disappeared in an instant, and his head and shell ached from the noise.Just as he was about to walk out the door, his consciousness was dizzy for a while, tinnitus ran through his mind, and an ethereal voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Come with me." The voice flowed like a spring, coming from an unknown distance.

A few swirling blades blew in from outside the door, and the Crane's Crane resounded in the air.

"Snapped."

The teacup in Old Man Si Ming's hand fell and rolled on the floor, making a dull sound of hula-la, hitting the corner of the table before barely stopping.

After the white light appeared, the fairy who had been sitting beside him disappeared in an instant, leaving the wooden bench empty.

"Master, Immortal Si Ming!" Fu Yuan, who had been waiting outside the door, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly pushed the door open.

There was only one person in the room, the sun shone on that person's face, a handsome young man was sitting on a wooden bench, his hands were stiff in mid-air, halfway up, looking at him with prickly peach eyes.

Fu Yuan frowned: "Who are you? Where's Master? Where's Siming Immortal? Where have you changed them?"

The only response to Fu Yuan was the sound of "cuckoo" from his stomach.

Yuanyang raised air around his body, he closed his eyes amidst tinnitus and swaying consciousness, and was wrapped in an invisible mist.

When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of Yuan Yang changed completely. He was sitting on the bed, with a faint scent of medicine wrapping him.

The room is very simple, with a few wooden candles, a wooden table, and a few green potted plants.

Yuan Yang adjusted his red robe, and slowly stood up straight from the bed.

This is... the demon world, the human world?

"squeak"

The wooden door was pushed open, and the smell of medicine suddenly became stronger. Yuan Yang raised his eyes, but he only heard the door open, but no one was seen.

Until a small figure appeared in front of the bed.

Xiaowanzi held a bowl as big as his face on her head, pouting her red lips, standing in front of him respectfully.

"This is medicinal herbal calming tea, the demon king asked me to bring it to you."

Yuan Yang bent down, took the bowl quickly, and looked at Xiao Wanzi's head, "Are you... Radish essence?"

This monster is so cute.

"No, Gu is the ginseng king." After finishing speaking, Xiaowan took a deep look at Yuanyang.

Yuan Yang repeatedly offended, raised his head from the bowl, and drank it all in one gulp.The cool herbal smell flowed deep, moistening the consciousness and his slightly aching body.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Xiaowanzi is very well-behaved, and his gestures reveal old-school rigor and decent demeanor.

Yuan Yang pushed open the door with a scent of medicine all over his body, and the fresh air rushed in, he couldn't help taking a deep breath.

The outline and structure of the house can be clearly seen from the outside. A huge Tibetan Qiang tree protects the whole house, and the leaves reflect strange light in the sun.There seems to be little life jumping among the leaves, and the fluctuation of abundant spiritual energy can be vaguely felt.

The wooden house is simple, but its dome is exquisitely made, with small sculptures of guardian beasts around the corners.

Going out, there is a bamboo forest.There seems to be the sound of running water.

Pushing aside the bamboo, it turns out that there is a bend of clear water on the side of the bamboo forest, which shuttles through the forest loosely and slowly, opening its own path.

Yuan Yang glanced and saw a few vine fish spirits shyly passing by.

There are several rows of sunken pits on the ground of the bamboo forest, the outline of which resembles the paw prints of some kind of animal, scattered scattered on the muddy ground in the forest covered by bamboo leaves

Yuan Yang whispered to himself: "Is there a panda spirit?"

"Do you want to?"

A voice suddenly sounded in his ear, Yuan Yang was stunned, and looked to the side.

"The Demon Lord of Moyin is really haunted."

Familiar fragrance, familiar voice, the man is wearing a veil, but he doesn't know his expression.

Yuan Yang wondered secretly, he didn't know if there was spring-like warmth or ice-like coldness under the veil.

Side by side, the two continued to walk on the road covered with bamboo leaves.

A silhouette loomed in the woods, and when I got closer, I realized that it was a bamboo house, floating in the air above the gurgling water, and there seemed to be some movement inside.

The windows were lifted.

A stack of books was carried to the table in the center of the bamboo house, one by one was spread out, and then the pages were turned.After a while, another batch of books was replaced.

Several small balls dangled along the window line, shaking as they walked back and forth, quite rhythmically.

"They are all ginseng kings."

The ginseng kings sensed the existence of Yuanyang and their demon king, and bowed in a dignified manner.

Yuanyang returned the gift.

Although he could only see a few small balls slowly sliding down from the window line and then rising.

"Monarch."

"Ah."

Yuan Yang turned around and walked deep into the bamboo forest.

A few bamboo leaves fell, slowly slid to the ground, and then turned into nothingness.

Yuan Yang raised his eyes.

"This is not a demon realm, is it?"

Mo Yin followed behind Yuan Yang unhurriedly, the veil fluttering in the wind.

"Ah."

A few bamboo leaves resisted in the corner, stubbornly not wanting to disappear, the leaves rolled upwards, as if they wanted to fly out of thin air.

At the end of the bamboo forest, there is a deep space, and the bamboos are several times higher than before, with strands of red threads wrapped around them, and the velvet scattered light, making it both lingering and quiet.

Yuan Yang pushed aside the bamboo, he was stunned.

Outside is a whole piece of Tangyin tree.

There are tens of thousands of Tangyin trees on both sides of the river.

When the wind blows, there is a rustling sound, bringing up thousands of flocs from Tangyin trees.

Above the forest, countless flocs gathered to form a cloud of starlight.The clouds are floating, and there are broken golden glitters inside.

Yuanyang stepped onto the path, and the sweet and sweet Tangyin fruity flavor instantly engulfed him, pervasive.

A can of wine brewed from Tangyin and one fruit can drunk the overlord.

A mask of spiritual energy enveloped Yuan Yang's body.The fluff fell, and before it landed in the future, it disappeared when it touched the spirit shield.

"Yaojun, how big is this place? Is there a mountain?"

"It's a few mountains."

Yuan Yang immediately stopped the thought of going the whole way.

"Is Xianjun tired?"

"some."

Yuan Yang walked to the depths of Tangyin Forest under the traction of the strong fragrance.

"I don't know when this Tangyin forest will bear fruit?"

"When the old man returns."

"Old man, what old man?"

"An old man who has created karma with me."

The man in red chuckled and stopped asking.

"Yaojun is so magnificent, he made this secluded place even more beautiful than a fairyland."

"Because someone told me he liked it."

The two stood between the lanes, and the wind blew up, rolling down thousands of yin and shackles.

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