My past life was a fan of all men

Mo Lang strode into the "Destiny Beard".

The peach blossoms in "Fate Mustache" are still smiling in the spring breeze, and the green water hangs like rows of bead curtains on the cliffs in the middle of the mountain. The mansion of the old man is very different from that of other gods. Nine heavens, and his "fate beard" is a cave next to thousands of mountains and green waters.

Walking through the beaded curtains filled with green, the white clothes brushing the flowers and honey, Mo Lang walks through an arched "Lanyi Bridge". A blinding light suddenly appeared in the cave, making Mo Lang unable to open his eyes.

It was a thin crevice on a broken cliff, where I ordered Lao Tzu to open up a small courtyard, and the blue sky was exceptionally clear.

Along the way, many little fairy boys showed Mo Lang the way. Although they have been here countless times, this ability to control the fate of everyone in the world should not be covered. He has set up behind every stone gate in Shandong. There are 81 trails in Lijiujiu, leading to different places, each of which will not be a desperate situation, crossed and confused, and Xiaoxian who has gone the wrong way will have to kneel down and beg for guidance before he can get out.

As he walked further inside, passing through a small mountain stream dyed with red maples in autumn and fallen leaves fluttering like butterflies dancing in the air, Mo Lang stretched out his slender and fair hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, and continued walking inside.

Walking across a stone bridge with nine bends and eighteen bends, stepping slowly around a jet-black hollow screen carved with plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemums, he came to an ice cellar in the extreme cold of the three layers of ice and snow.

"Grass! Every time I enter the quota, my 'fate must' is like walking into a maze, and I have experienced the four seasons of spring, summer, autumn and winter at once. Isn't this cheating me!"

Under the guidance of the little fairy boy, Mo Lang walked through a stone gate again, chose the small path that the little fairy boy told him to go inside, and walked in step by step, looking back, for fear that the cave would collapse accidentally, what should he do? Mo Lang shouldn't have such unfounded thoughts, but after being teased for so long, when will you, old man, lift the veil that half-covers your brows and eyes...

"I'll go! More hypocritical than a woman!"

Mo Lang complained as he walked, and finally came to the end of the path. He thought it was the end of the strange road, but unexpectedly, a light and shadow showed a big brown wooden door. The wooden door opened slowly, and a gust of wind blows away Mo Lang's body Exhausted, full of vitality in the spring, the deep black hole opened up a piece of blue sky, the sea of ​​stars and the Milky Way, and all the trees fell down, and after a while, the grass sprouted new shoots, the dead trees were in spring, and the branches of all the trees were full of flowers. head.

An old man in white clothes with a dust whisk in his hand sat up from the gossip cushion, stood up abruptly, stretched out his hand to touch the white beard on his chin, and said with a kind smile:

"I haven't seen you for a few days, but today Qiansheng is so leisurely and elegant. Thinking of the old man, he wants to drink three big bowls with me!"

Mo Lang twitched the corners of his mouth, and said with a sneer: "No wonder the rest of the immortal officials seldom interact with you. Every time they come to your cave, they will be played by you like a monkey. Unacceptable..."

"I welcome them without any obligation, and I never force them if they don't come."

Fate control is still a breeze with two sleeves, calmly seeing through everything in the world with a superior look.

"Okay, old man, stop chatting, come on, let's have a few drinks first!"

After finishing speaking, Mo Lang pulled off the red hijab covering the old wine, and wanted to pour strong wine into the Yuguang water drop coral cup, but was ordered to wave his hand and hit his hand with a whisk, "Hold still, don't move."

Ordered to take the wine jar, stretched out his hand to open the cork on the wine gourd tied to his back, and poured half of the jar of fine wine into his own wine gourd...

Throwing the half-empty wine jar to Mo Lang, he blinked slightly and said with a smile, "Tell me, what do you need my help for? The gorgeous wine was presented..."

What is the grape moon flower wine in the feast of the Queen Mother? This is just a lot of ordinary wine in Wenchang Mansion. The command was also confused and made a mistake.

Mo Lang couldn't help but sneered, a flash of lightning flashed quickly in his clear eyes, and he thought to himself: "It's just that you made the mistake yourself, I don't need to explain it. This is just the right time to ask you to do something..."

"Ouch...it's nothing, I just miss you, so I came to get together with you."

After Mingkong heard this, he glanced at him coldly, and said extremely coldly: "You're so fake, just say what you have to say, what I can't stand the most is sarcasm, hemming and hawing, it's not fun at all!"

The corners of Mo Lang's lips curled slightly, his brows and eyes bloomed with a smile, "I want you to pick the time back to a day ago."

Commander Xianjun stretched out his hand: "Bring it."

Mo Lang: "Take what?"

Commander Xianjun frowned: "It's the will of the Jade Emperor."

Mo Lang: "..."

After a moment of silence, Mo Lang said with a sneer: "What kind of friendship do I have with you? Do I still need the Jade Emperor's will?"

"Well... the friendship of three bowls of wine... seems to be nothing."

Mo Lang: "..."

Mo Lang stared straight at Mingkong with his pitch-black eyes and said, "This is the first time I've asked you, don't you agree?"

Mingkong shook the whisk in his hand, "You and I are both Taoist immortals, the Jade Emperor is biased, I am in charge of fate, and you are in charge of eating, drinking and having fun..." He paused, and then said: "Isn't it impossible for you to help you?" , give me the remaining half jar of fine wine in your hand, and I will help you."

"Take it, take it... take it quickly!" Mo Lang bowed his hands and sent it off.

Holding a whisk in his hand, Ming Kong walked slowly to the Bagua Dunjia phalanx on the ivory white stone railing, raised his head and looked at the "time axis wheel".

According to legend, the time axis wheel that stood on the ivory white stone railing like a Ferris wheel was reversed once 1000 years ago, and this time will be the second reversal.

Ming Kong raised his wrinkled old face, opened his eyes that had gone through many vicissitudes, and looked at the time axis wheel steadily, then pursed his lips slightly, turned around and said to Mo Lang: "Qiansheng, are you really sure?" Is it a reversal of one day, not half a year?"

"Half a year..."

What the hell, I almost forgot about the fairy world after a trip to the mortal world, and it has been a year in the human world...

He hastily stretched out his hand to grab the sleeve of Lao Tzu, "Wait, let me do the math first..."

Ming Kong glanced sideways at Mo Lang who was counting, and then said with a calm smile, "You don't have to count, Penguin, I know."

"Slow down, how do you know? I haven't calculated it yet."

Ming Kong wiped the white beard on his chin with his hand, and said lightly: "You just want Sun Ran to let his grandma have a bite of the lollipop that Sun Ran bought for her before his grandma passed away... "

Mo Lang reached out and scratched his hair, "How long was that?"

"One year." Ming Kong continued: "You spent half a day in Nantianmen and in the bathhouse, and you spent another half a day in my 'Fate Beard'..."

"It turns out that I have been in the fairyland for almost a day..."

Commander flicked his hands, "Do you want to see that your mortal tomb is covered with grass?"

"What?!" Mo Lang was dumbfounded, "How could I have a grave? I already told my apprentice that I was going to set up a formation..."

"Um... your apprentice Sun Ran... was treated as a madman and locked up in a mental hospital."

Mo Lang hastily stretched out his hand to grab Ming Control's shoulder, so anxious that the veins on his neck burst out, "How could this be?"

"It was Uncle Liu who went to call the police, saying that you had been missing for more than 24 hours. In the end, not to mention your shadow, you couldn't even find a hair of yours. Although the court has not yet declared you dead, Uncle Liu has already fixed it for you. Clothes tomb..."

Mo Lang: "........."

Mo Lang couldn't laugh or cry: "My dear Uncle Liu, why are you so sure that Xiao Lang is dead! Although this tomb should have been built half a year ago...

A cup of loess, a low grave, covered with grass.

"Would you like to see who came to your funeral?"

Mo Lang frowned, and said helplessly, "Hey, Ming Kong, are you here to watch a good show? What Zhong said makes people panic?!"

Who will come to my funeral?

Hmm...let me count with my fingers first.

Uncle Liu, Tan Cheng, Jiu Zhan, Zheng Dangan.

He paused, then snapped off his fifth finger, "Will Murong Zhenghua come? How can you say that Ye lived in the same dormitory before."

cheating!Why do you only change your fingers... My father who has lost all his wealth and is heavily in debt will definitely not come back for me. My father who left me in his youth to join a small rich businessman also gave birth to my half-brother The mother of my little brother, hehe...it is impossible to think of me.

Hey... so sad.

Hey... really bleak.

This life has passed by in such a hurry, turning into a cloud of burning clouds in the sky, saying goodbye to today's sunset...

"Woooo~~~ Later generations, I really didn't expect that I would just fly to the fairyland and chat with Erlang God Roaring Dog, and then return to the bathhouse to take a hot bath, and you would be buried alive in the loess pit."

"No, it was still your clothes that were buried, and you couldn't even find the body, and you ended up in a miserable state..." Mo Lang stretched out his hand to support his forehead, "Blame me, blame me, what kind of hot bath did you run for? What's the point of chatting with someone who doesn't get along with you..."

"Hmm." Half right half wrong.

"You didn't mention the person who cried the saddest. It seems that you, a heartless person, really forgot about others and never cared about them." Hang up, it's not good to be cold-eyed.

"The person who cried the most? Who would it be?"

"Why isn't it Tan Cheng or Jiu Zhan? Who else would it be?"

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