The Taoist always wants me to become a fairy

After lunch, Fu Ziyuan sent Jing Moli the list of tomorrow's Tengyun Club's lottery competition list. Each of the participating disciples has a lottery number, and then the two corresponding lottery numbers are drawn by people and arranged in the order of the competition, one by one Correspondence is absolutely fair, and of course disciples from one's own sect will be selected by lottery.Fu Ziyuan's first match was against a disciple of a small sect, and he knew that he would win.

Jing Moli glanced at the list, "Just prepare well, and don't go out to mess around at night."

Fu Ziyuan responded, "Elder Seven, don't worry, the disciples will restrain themselves." Looking up to see that the tea in Jing Moli's cup was empty, Fu Ziyuan stepped forward to refill tea politely, "Elder Seven, you are the one who picked up the flower finger today. Which exercise book is it in?"

Jing Moli glanced at him, "Your cultivation base is too shallow to be able to practice, it will take another few decades."

Fu Ziyuan was immediately disappointed, "It will take that long?"

"I didn't hit you, you have mediocre qualifications."

Fu Ziyuan was speechless, isn't this a blow? "Elder Seven, you bully me, I want to tell my master."

Jing Moli chuckled, "Say it, I'm not afraid of your master."

Fu Ziyuan snorted softly and threatened, "I won't cook or buy wine for you in the future."

Jing Moli didn't accept the threat, "I've practiced bigu very well. As for wine, Yishu has a lot hidden there. I'm not afraid of running out of wine."

Speaking of Elder Yishu, Fu Ziyuan was a little curious, "Since I met Elder Yishu that day, it seems that I haven't seen him again?"

"After all, he is the fifth elder of the Feather Clan in the demon world. He is busy with affairs on weekdays, so how can he stay in the human world forever?"

"So that's how it is. In this way, the demon world seems to be very interesting." Most practitioners have trouble with demons, and Fu Ziyuan has seen a few demons, but that Elder Yishu doesn't look like a demon, but more like Mo Li. Immortals are also more like his master.

"Curious why this is, go and get some fruits."

"Yes, disciple will go right away." Fu Ziyuan went out diligently to get the fruit.

Putting the list aside, Jing Moli picked up a pen to write. He was writing the five-tone music score. The Gong Yin has been completed, and the other four tunes have not yet been written. Recently, he has been thinking about this when he is not practicing.Gongyin is like spring flowers blooming and clusters of green willows blowing embankments, Shangyin should be like summer sun, blazing sun, thunder, lightning and rainstorm, softness and softness just now complement each other.

Putting away the stringed qin for the sound test, Jing Moli took out the Bihuang flute, turned the Shangyin, hesitated to try the pitch between his fingers, took notes when he felt it was good, and composed the music intermittently. After trying it a few times, he suddenly felt smooth A lot, a piece of commercial music score has been tuned, it seems that it should be like this from the beginning.

Putting down the flute, Jing Moli still hadn't realized it. He looked down at his fingers, and the tone came from somewhere like flowing water. It felt so familiar as if he had played it many times before.

The past seems to have been pieced together. In the blank 600 years, during the time spent with Feng Guixi, in fact, the five-tone score has already been written, but at this time, I have forgotten it.Those things that he thought about letting go, never and could not leave him, still lingering by his side.

Sanskrit is standing outside the door, listening to the sound of the flute. When Mo Li wrote this Shang Yin, his mood should be carefree, as wide as the sea to express his feelings. At that time, Mo Li was really free and easy. , Now he is bound by an invisible net, unable to escape or let go.Feng Guixi is really lucky to be able to have Moli treat each other wholeheartedly, life and death, so lucky that he is jealous.

Stretching out his hand to wipe away the unknowingly falling tears, Jing Moli put away the flute and the sheet music on the table. The world is not going his way, and there is no need for all the five notes to be complete. There is no need to compose this sheet again.Meditating and concentrating, Jing Moli closed his eyes, the past is not to be missed, and the future is not as good as the person in front of him.

The aura circulated for a long time, Jingmo Lifang opened his eyes, Fu Ziyuan was talking to Zhou You in the yard, Fu Ziyuan lived in Cangling for a long time, only growing old but not mentally, Zhou You was a young and mature man, at first he said a few polite words and then Also chatted.

"I didn't expect Yingcheng to have so many good things. I went down the mountain several times and never went there." Fu Ziyuan yearned for the bustling and lively Yingcheng.

"An extraterrestrial wonderland like Cangling is even more yearning." Zhou You also wanted to see what Cangling looked like.

"Then come to Cangling. I will personally entertain you to live on Xiaoyue Peak, or you can go to Qiwu Peak where the Seventh Elder is. There are no other disciples on his Qiwu Peak." Fu Ziyuan generously invited.

Zhou You smiled, "The Seventh Elder lives by himself?"

Fu Ziyuan nodded, "That's right, the Seventh Elder has always lived by himself, and Taoist Sanskrit would occasionally go to live with him for a few days when he came to Cangling." Mentioning this, Fu Ziyuan coughed uncomfortably. Daoist Chang and Mo Li have that kind of relationship, so those who are in the same courtyard are also quite ambiguous.

"It's really lonely for one person to guard a mountain peak." Zhou You sighed softly, "The Sanskrit priest should be an immortal, right?" How outstanding.

Fu Ziyuan nodded, "That's right, Daoist Fanyin is a fairy king in the fairy world. The Taoist priest treats the seventh elder the best. He has always led the seventh elder to practice, which is much more dedicated than my master."

"That's good." Only the immortal who walked the road with the eldest son can accompany him forever, and Zhou You's cares were gone. As long as the eldest son is safe, everything else doesn't matter.

Jing Moli came out of the room, Fu Ziyuan and Zhou You both stood up, Fu Ziyuan called out crisply, "Seventh Elder," holding up the fruit plate on the table, "Hey, fresh green dates, but I Pick one by one."

Jing Moli smiled slightly, "Very good." He walked down the steps, took the fruit plate, "You guys continue." Turning around, he walked towards Sanskrit's room, Chun Ri was just right for the two of them to have a private conversation together.

The Tengyun Meeting was held as scheduled. The high platform on Buxu Mountain has already been arranged. The colorful satin is tied to the pillars and flutters in the wind. It feels a bit festive. Seats are arranged according to different sects around the high platform. There is a stone wall with various number plates hanging on it. , corresponding to the two sides of the competition one by one, the winner will be promoted, and the loser will be delisted, which is specially managed by Kunwu disciples.

Today, the head of Kunwu finally showed his face, and the eloquent remarks started, Jing Moli was a little drowsy. As the representative of Cangling, his seat is naturally the upper seat, and the one next to him is Sanskrit, the competition is about to begin, Jing Moli looked at his disciples, and encouraged him, "Don't be nervous, winning or losing is not important, learn from each other, don't force it."

With the sound of a gong, the first competition began. It was a disciple of the Kunwu sect against disciples of other sects. There was no suspense for the disciple of the Kunwu sect to win. He won the first victory of this Tengyun meeting, and the morale of the disciples of the Kunwu sect was even higher.

Outside, Jing Moli behaved well, sat with his back straight and watched the competition. After watching a few games, he felt a little boring. He took a sip of tea and frowned slightly. This Kunwu tea was too strong, so it was not suitable for him. his taste.

Until the sun went down on the western mountain, today's competition was finally over, and Cangling's disciples all entered tomorrow's second competition.Just when I wanted to go back and have a good rest, Kunwu’s Candidate Master Yu came over to invite him, saying that Moli and Sanskrit were invited by the head of the sect, and they were guests, so they couldn’t refuse, so naturally they wanted to meet this Kunwu palm Door.

This head of Kunwu's sect, known as Daoist Zhen Ting, has only practiced for a hundred years, but unfortunately he has no hope of soaring.

After meeting each other and taking their seats, Daoist Zhen Ting looked at Jing Moli. This newly promoted Seventh Elder is really a genius. It's a pity that he has peach blossoms in his eyes. It's hard to keep a pure heart and easily cause trouble in the world of mortals. "Everyone knows Cangling Ten Peaks, but it seems that the Qiwu Peak in the past has not been inherited?"

"Indeed, since the establishment of Cangling, Qiwu Peak has only one elder who opened the sect, and I can be regarded as the first elder who is in charge." Jing Moli is very polite, and this question is not a secret, let's be honest. .

"Then I don't know what unique skills Qiwu Peak has?" Cangling Nine Peaks each have their own strengths, and Daoist Zhen Ting has studied them quite well.

Jing Moli smiled, "I enter Taoism with sound in Qiwu, cultivate like Taoism on water, wield swords and clear clouds, and grasp flowers in the world of mortals. I don't know if it can be regarded as a unique skill?"

"Naturally, it's just that," Daoist Zhen Ting frowned, "the world of mortals is full of gossip, and the Seventh Elder is young and energetic, so he should be less provocative."

"Tao is in the heart, cultivation is in virtue, accumulating good karma, and protecting the common people. If you don't enter the world of mortals, how can you cultivate your heart and accumulate karma to help the world?" Jing Moli doesn't love these self-reliant seniors and those who persuade others indiscriminately. Practice is up to you , cannot be generalized.

Ruzi can't be taught, Taoist Master Zhen Ting shook his head secretly, how can such a mind cultivate the Tao, it's a pity that such a good root.His eyes fell on Sanskrit, "I have always heard that immortals walk in the human world and help the world with compassion. I don't know where the immortals practice in the immortal world?" Kunwu has a majestic emperor in the immortal world as his backer, and it is rare for ordinary immortals to pay attention.

Before the Sanskrit voice could speak, Jing Moli had already taken the words, "The Taoist priest is just a casual cultivator, and I think he will never meet those emperors and gods in the fairy world." This Kunwu really loves to show off, there is an emperor who is the patriarch amazing.

Daoist Zhen Ting was a little displeased with Jing Moli's interruption, and he had never heard of Sanskrit's name before, so he didn't care about it. "The fairy world is highly hierarchical, and it is indeed difficult for ordinary little immortals to meet the emperor."

Jing Moli nodded in agreement, "I hope to see you later, it's getting late, so let's take our leave first." Standing up to leave, Shi Shiran went back with Sanskrit. After walking a little further, Jing Moli finally endured He couldn't help rolling his eyes, "Why did Kunwu choose such a head?" With such a high utilitarianism, how could he be a practitioner with a pure heart and few desires.

"Emperor Beixuan is a martial artist with a fiery temperament, and he can beat all the masters in the fairy world with a golden spear, so this Kunwu's kung fu is mostly following this strong way." Sanskrit explained, "This kind of master is also in line with Emperor Xuan. preference."

Jing Moli shook his head, "No wonder there are some beauties who are eager to win, why don't they compare with each other, ranking first and second, there is a difference in level."

"These have nothing to do with us, so don't be unhappy."

"I just don't like his haughty look, so what if he has the emperor as his backer." Jing Moli snorted softly, "A person who has not been able to ascend, what right does he have to look down on others." He was really angry Zhen Ting He underestimated Sanskrit's attitude.

Sanskrit held his hand and comforted him, "Since the levels are different, why bother with him?"