The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

A heavy-color picture scroll with superb painting skills seems to be even higher than Huo Qingfeng. It depicts green mountains and green waters interdependent, 24 towering lotus peaks, and a pair of figures on the cliff. With their sleeves folded and their hair ties intertwined, the two stood side by side looking at the distant landscape.

There are two paintings, one is a lonely shadow, which makes people feel sad, and the other is a double shadow, which makes people happy to see.

Jing Moli didn't care at first, but after taking a quick look, he frowned instantly. The white robe with feather sleeves, flying clouds, crown and silver hairband was what he always liked to wear before, and the man held an emerald green flute in his left hand , isn't it your own Bihuang flute?If this is him, then who is Hong Ying?

The red robe is flamboyant like a flame, and a thin waist is tied with a gold and red belt. The wind gently lifts the pearls on the belt, and the thin red headband is tied with a crown of pearls and red jade.He couldn't see his face, but when he looked at the back, a very familiar feeling emerged in his heart, and what followed was overwhelming sadness, as if coming from the depths of his soul, which made his heart ache.

"This painting is really good." Zhou You praised, looked up inadvertently, and saw Jing Moli frowning, tears in his eyes, sliding down his cheeks and falling on the lapel of his clothes, but he didn't Realized the same, just looked at the painting.

"Eldest son, what's the matter with you?"

Jing Moli didn't hear Zhou You's question, he raised his right hand, slightly trembling fingers, touched the red shadow lightly, stared at it in a daze, his heart and soul were sad, without the support of memory , He was crying instinctively, but he didn't know why he was crying.

"Young Master!" Zhou You called out again, this time he held Jing Moli's hand, and gently tugged at him, Jing Moli looked at him ignorantly, and pulled away from the sadness.

"what happened to you?"

"I'm fine." Jing Moli replied subconsciously, only to realize that his face was a little cold, he raised his hand to touch his cheek, tears still remained on his face, "I, what's wrong with me?" He was crying?In his memory, he had never cried before, how could he cry?

His eyes fell on the red shadow again, and his soul seemed to be attracted again. He resisted everything, stepped back suddenly, turned around and supported the pillar beside him, "Put the painting away." I couldn't help choking and trembling.

Zhou You hurriedly urged Huo Qingfeng, "Get it soon."

Huo Qingfeng hurriedly put away the painting, and put it back into the box, "Hey, what's the matter?" It was clearly a painting that made people feel very warm, but why did Jing Moli cry so sadly?

Jing Moli wiped his face with his sleeve, calming down his inexplicable emotions, "Where did this painting come from?"

Huo Qingfeng replied, "This painting is "Lianfeng" painted by an unknown painter Mo Yuxi more than 500 years ago. I accidentally found it in the old house many years ago. It is still very well preserved. But I have read many books. There is no relevant record about this Mo Yuxi."

The name Mo Yuxi was very unfamiliar, Jing Moli confirmed that he didn't know him, but if he didn't know him, how could he have met himself?The white robe with feather sleeves and blue flute, this is by no means a coincidence, the white shadow is him, what about the red shadow?Who is it again?

Clenching his fists tightly, Jing Moli took a deep breath and turned around, "I don't know if Mr. Huo is willing to give up his love and give this painting to me? No matter what you order, I will definitely do it."

Huo Qingfeng hesitated for a moment, then sighed, "Speaking of which, I have a very good relationship with the young master. Since we are friends, how can I give you any orders? Since the young master likes it, then I will give this painting to you." He picked up the box generously Handed it to Jing Moli.

Jing Moli took it with both hands, "Thank you Mr. Huo."

In the study room, Jing Moli sat quietly. He had been sitting all afternoon, listening to the sound of the rain, and looking at the box containing the paintings in front of him. He didn't open it to look at the paintings again. The memory of this red figure should be In the more than 600 years he has forgotten, as long as he thinks about it, there will be an answer to everything.But the answer seemed too heavy, too heavy even for him to bear.

His hand brushed over the box, and Jing Moli took the box into Qiankun's bag. He stood up, and in a flash, he arrived at the courtyard. Swordsmanship does not use spiritual power but simply consumes physical strength.

Zhou You stood at the door of the room, looking at Jing Moli who was dancing sword in the courtyard, his silver robe was wet by the drizzle, and the water dripped down his cheeks like tears.He had never seen the Eldest Young Master lose his composure like today, he took everything indifferently, but now the Eldest Young Master, who looks like a heartless and desireless fairy, seems to have the vitality that a human should have.

What is the relationship between that painting and the eldest son?Zhou You noticed that the flute that Jing Moli was holding in his hand looked like a jade flute with a green bamboo branch. It seemed that the person in the white robe in the painting was also holding a green flute. Could it be that the person was from the past? Eldest son?

Thinking of this possibility, Zhou You took a hiss of air. If the man in the white robe is the eldest son, then who is the man in the red robe?Is it the eldest son's confidant, friend or relative?It should be a very important person, so after such a long time, the eldest son is still very sad.

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open, Jing Hui came in with his head, and saw Jing Moli practicing sword in the courtyard, his swordsmanship was like a god, and his body skills were even more superb, he forgot to come in for a while, he probed for a while, and saw Jing Moli sweeping away A sword cut off the continuous drizzle, and the raindrops splashed on the peach tree, causing the peach leaves to fall one after another.

Can't help but applaud, "Good swordsmanship!"

Hearing Jing Hui's voice, Jing Moli put away the blue flute, calmed down, and returned to his usual indifferent appearance, Jing Hui coughed lightly, walked into the yard, ignored Jing Moli, and walked past him, Walked to the corridor and called out to Zhou You, "Brother You."

"Why are you here at this time?" Zhou You looked at Jing Moli who was in the rain in the yard, worried that he would catch a cold, and wanted to tell him to change clothes quickly.

Jing Hui puffed his chest out, "Mother asked me to come here. The day after tomorrow, my mother and I are going to visit my father. It should take more than a month, so you don't have to worry about it." His voice was so clear that the whole yard could hear it. .

"Okay, then please greet my adoptive father for me." Zhou You knew that this year's adoptive father was guarding Yancheng again, and it was rare for him to come back. The foster father and adoptive mother love each other deeply. At this time of year, the adoptive mother will visit of.

"Well, my mother also said that you have guests at home recently, so I brought some things for you in case you are not used to it, and they are all in the car outside." Then he shouted loudly, "Move them all in."

Several attendants outside the door came in with several boxes, and several boxes of things, all of which were placed on the corridor.

Jing Hui deliberately didn't look into the courtyard, and only glanced over there when the things were moved. Jing Moli was no longer standing there, so he snorted softly, pulled Zhou You, and whispered, "Brother You ,What's up with him?"

Zhou You shook his head, he didn't know what to say, "It should be fine."

"Oh." Jing Hui clicked his tongue, "I have followed him quietly several times recently, why is he always seeing a doctor and not charging a penny?" Sometimes Jing Hui would quietly go to Find Jing Moli, hide in the dark and observe him.

"The Eldest Prince is really kind-hearted to help the world and save people. Such a good person should be rewarded with good fortune." Zhou You was a little worried in his heart, and only hoped that good people would be rewarded so that the Eldest Prince would get his wish and not suffer.

"Not necessarily, I'll go back first." Jing Hui waved his hand, ran across the yard, stood at the door and looked back, still seeing Jing Moli, turned his head and left angrily.

Looking at the things on the porch, Zhou You sighed softly. During this time, the foster mother has sent people several times, nominally for him, but actually for the eldest son. He naturally understands this meaning , no matter how undesired, blood is thicker than water after all.

Gently knocked on the door of the study, "Young Master, let's take a hot bath, so as not to catch a cold, I'll go to the kitchen to boil water." Before Jing Moli could respond, he walked towards the kitchen.

In the room, Jing Moli had already lost the moisture all over his body. After all, the study room was full of books, and it would be bad if the books got wet.Poured a cup of tea and drank it slowly, Jing Moli let go of the matter about the person in the painting for the time being, and thought about the matter in front of him.

Jing Hui and the others went to Yancheng to visit their relatives this time, and they were afraid that there would be some twists and turns along the way. He should try his best to protect each other, so he also took this opportunity to bid farewell to General Jing.If we leave the day after tomorrow, we will have to deliver the medicines for the few remaining patients tomorrow, which will be considered a beginning and an end.

Taking out the medicine box, Jing Moli wrote several prescriptions and put the medicines away, and marked them with the name of the person who used them. Before they were ready, Zhou You knocked on the door, "My lord, the water is ready."

Jing Moli opened the door, "I'm fine." His gaze was still as gentle as usual, "I'll stay for another day tomorrow, and leave Yingcheng the day after tomorrow."

At such a coincident time, Zhou You immediately realized, "Young Master is also going to Yancheng?"

Jing Moli nodded, turned around and sat down at the table, "I will secretly protect them all the way. When I arrive at Yancheng, I will bid farewell to General Jing. After that, I will return to Cangling and concentrate on my cultivation. downhill."

Hearing what he said, Zhou You also felt melancholy. He didn't know when we will see each other again, "The rivers and lakes are far away, the temples are high, and the friendship is in my heart. I will see you again in those green mountains and green waters."

"That's right, the power and wealth in the world are always accompanied by bloody storms, and the young phoenix's new voice is always eye-catching. You must be careful in what you do in the future." Jing Moli instructed, and he picked up the teacup and poured Zhou You a cup of tea , motioning him to sit down.

"The Jing family has been loyal and good for generations, and the famous generals have made countless achievements in battle, but they have also committed countless crimes. Therefore, most of them died in battle, and it is difficult to enjoy their lives, and the fate of their descendants is even less. It is probably God's will that I was reborn in the Jing family. I have cultivated a lot of merits and virtues, and I can offset the killing of the Jing family with the blessings of my cultivation, and when I come to Jinghui's side, there will be a house full of descendants and a long life."

"Is this considered compensation?" With one son leaving home to clean up, in exchange for the safety of future generations.

Jing Moli pursed his lips slightly, and smiled softly, "Forget it, the Jing family has been full of passion and loyalty for generations, how can they be let down?" Serving the country loyally for the generals, killing evil with all their hands is also because of protecting the mountains and rivers. A good death, too, is too chilling.