On the fate of admitting the wrong gender

The buds in the pubic region are slightly shiny, and become yellowish.

Fang Yuan fell into that dream again.

This time, the bright sunshine was gone, the sky was covered with cloud, and the wind was a bit cold.

The green land in the distance began to freeze, and the beautiful little flowers withered in the mud, and no more of their fragrance came here.

He asked, "Aren't you going?"

Go to become a fairy, go to the sky, and never come back,? Only in this way can we live.

But the bird perched on him ignored him, and continued to comb its feathers.

It nagged at him last time, but not this time.

He was a little sad, swish swish swish moved the branches and leaves, and dropped a small fruit all over the ground.

Its small fruit is very fragrant, but there are no small birds to pick it up, because they have all gone.

Phoenix glanced at him lightly.

Finally,? It poked its head over, as if to nag him,? But in the end, he got a warm stick.

Its tail feathers are so beautiful, like a small quilt, covering him.

"Aren't you leaving?"

"Do you want to accompany me?"

He was happy,? But slowly, he was not so happy.

……

Blood and fire burned all over the sky, and that beautiful feather was torn to pieces in front of him.

"They" rushed over.

Fang Yuan woke up from the dream, and after seeing the surrounding environment clearly, he calmed down in a daze.

It seems that his Taoism has a lot to do with Fusang.

According to Fang Yuan's years of experience in reading novels, either he was secretly selected by Shenmu as the successor, or his previous life or ancestors were related to Fusang.

The latter is more likely.

After all, Xiao Qing returned to her ancestors and became a phoenix, which happened to match up with the bird in the dream. In the cultivation world, this is not a coincidence, it is called his mother's fate.

But no matter what, he is who he is and will not be influenced by others.

Fang Yuan got off the bed and wanted to pour a cup of cold tea, but before he could drink, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Mo Xiaofan opened the door and came in. He maintained his human form, holding a food box in his hand: "Eat."

Fang Yuan: "What is this?"

Mo Xiaofan: "He did it last night."

Fang Yuan's ears felt a little hot, he opened the food box, and inside were two bowls of warm glutinous rice balls with sesame seeds, one was Mo Xiaofan's and the other was his.

When he was carried back by Xiao Qing last night, he had already fallen asleep, but he didn't expect him to make breakfast in advance.

"Eat, eat, eat!"

"Yeah," Mo Xiaofan sat at the desk, scooped up one, swallowed it and said, "He also said that the Sutra Pavilion has been tidied up."

"..." Fang Yuan choked up.

He doesn't want to eat the little glutinous rice balls now, he just wants to put the glutinous rice balls on Xiao Qing's head.

But Mo Xiaofan didn't quite understand, he squinted his eyes happily, and finished the whole bowl of glutinous rice balls.

"good to eat."

……

Every day since then, Xiao Qing will send gifts.

For example, flowers with dewdrops, letters with love poems, a plate of snacks, and a sachet are not precious, but they are all bought by him and sent by the little novice.

During the daytime, they hardly meet each other, because Xiao Qing wants to discuss Taoism with Venerable Donglin Qing, and Fang Yuan wants to study scriptures with Kong Ming.But every night, Xiao Qing would come to his room to have a "private meeting" with him, like an addiction.

Sometimes I just cuddle all night without doing anything, but other times, it's not so peaceful.

Fang Yuan never thought that even if he didn't make it to the end, there could be so many tricks.

He couldn't help guessing, where did Xiao Qing learn it from? Is it Xiao Huang's book... So Xiao Qing also read Xiao Huang's book?Thinking of that scene, Fang Yuan's whole body trembled.

They made small moves like this, and they were quickly discovered by Dong Lin's host.

When the little novice came, Fang Yuan was still studying in the Buddhist scriptures pavilion, so he didn't react.

The little novice repeated again: "Master Fang, please host."

Fang Yuan followed him to the meditation room where the host Donglin was. There were only two people in the room, the host and Xiao Qing.The host let out a long sigh, but Xiao Qing smiled lightly when she saw him come in.

Fang Yuan's heart skipped a beat, his ears turned red with shame.

He sat down opposite to Xiao Qing in a regular manner.

Sure enough, host Donglin quickly broke the news about their private meeting every night, but instead of catching Fang Yuan, he reprimanded Xiao Qing: "Buddhist holy land, what are you doing!" So Fang Yuan saw it for the first time. The skill of swearing in Buddhism, Donglin host looked at Maitreya Buddha smiling, and his output was not inferior to that of Shangqing Xianzong's group of Daoxiu who were used to applauding with yin and yang, and at the end of the scolding, he couldn't wait to let Fang Yuan go to him The floor is paved in the room.

Listening to the admonition, Fang Yuan nodded seriously.

Xiao Qing was always calm, occasionally saying: "Yes."

Host Donglin had no choice but to say, "He's still young, you're playing around with nonsense, and you don't have a divine marriage to testify. Wouldn't it be fatal for you to do this?"

Xiao Qing has not yet married for the first time, and it is no exaggeration to say that the candidate chosen by the Taoist couple will be targeted by the Dao of Heaven, and those who get his breath will lose their lives if they cannot bear it.

This has been the case with the heirs of the gods from generation to generation. It is not so much because of the nobility of blood, it is more like a curse.

The previous god emperor was so proud, he forced to marry an ordinary girl from the monster tribe, and sent the elixir and magic weapon to nourish her like flowing water, but in the end, she tortured her until her five internal organs were exhausted, and she was unable to return to heaven.

In addition, he was too obsessed, and even his own son had to be on guard, and he was sent out of the palace as soon as he landed, which made the God Empress never see his parents and children until his death, which aggravated his heartbreak.

Xiao Qing rubbed her fingertips.

These days, it was indeed meng lang.

Seeing that he listened in, the host let out a long sigh and told them to leave.

As soon as Fang Yuan walked out of the meditation room, he wanted to laugh.

After leaving a certain distance, he finally propped up his knees and let out a hahaha laugh, unable to straighten his back.

In fact, he didn't quite understand what "life-breaking" meant. It probably meant damaging the foundation. After all, during the holy period, one should not be too indulgent.

But they are like this... they really look like young couples who were caught in a puppy relationship!

Xiao Qing stopped and looked at him from the side, with the corners of her lips slightly hooked.

Such an experience is indeed novel.

As for the loss of life...he is not worried, because Fang Yuan is not an ordinary monk.

This is his luck, and it is also a rare preferential treatment given to him by heaven.

Fang Yuan bent his eyes to look at him, the two stared at each other for a while, Xiao Qing approached suddenly, picked up his knees, and hugged him horizontally.

"Senior Xiao?"

Sandalwood hugged him, Xiao Qing lowered her head, and raised the corner of her lips: "Let's go."

After saying that, he jumped up and flew into the clouds with him.

……

……

The jade flute on the side of his waist was uncomfortable, so Fang Yuan took it off and held it in his hand.

Hold on tight.

The golden light shines brightly, and the sea water sparkles at sunset, like a pool of melted gold water.

Dazzling and turbulent.

Xiao Qing hugged him, and flew on the sea surface, facing the cold and slightly warm waves, which wet his outer shirt.The center of the sea was far from being as quiet as he had imagined. The sea breeze, seabirds, jumping fish, and the horns of fishing boats from far away turned the world and sea water upside down. A pair of arms hugged him tightly, and his sleeves fluttered, The eyes are full of willful joy.

When Xiao Qing seldom showed such emotions, he always had a half-smile expression, moody, but now he really looked like a fearless young man, just when he was fighting for the front.

Fang Yuan unconsciously hugged his neck, smiling so brightly in his eyes: "Senior, what's wrong with you?"

Xiao Qing didn't speak, her smile deepened, she just led him forward.

He just felt that all this was just right.

They finally landed on an island, not very big, but only an inch in size, but the scenery was very good. Large areas of flat reefs were warmed by the sun. When they took off their shoes and stepped on them, the heat burned from the soles of their feet to their hearts.

The sea breeze was very strong, and a lot of rubble was deposited on the edge of the small island, in strange shapes. Fang Yuan bent down to pick up a few pieces, and found a particularly beautiful one. He turned his head and showed a completely happy smile to Xiao Qing.

"This stone looks like a pig, it is very suitable for you, and I give it to you."

Xiao Qing took it with bent lips, admired it carefully, and praised: "It's really good."

Fang Yuan couldn't help but rushed forward and was hugged.His trouser legs were rolled up to his knees, and his outer shirt was taken off. His whole body was light and flexible, and he felt very good in his hands.

With a little effort, it can be lifted high.

The waves crashed on the rocks, then lapped and receded.The surroundings were quiet for a while, Xiao Qing hugged her for a long time, then smiled lightly and said: "Can you play the piano?"

Fang Yuan shook his head: "No."

"I teach you."

Xiao Qing hugged him, and sat on the biggest reef in the center of the island, with a guqin across her knees, and when she played it casually, the simple and deep sound would flow out.

He held his hand lightly and bounced it slowly.

The afterglow is still there, but the wind is getting colder. Xiao Qing's voice is low and low: "I will teach you how to play the piano, and I will play the flute for you to listen to."

Fang Yuan: "I want to hear it."

The corner of Xiao Qing's lips raised slightly: "You learn to speak."

"Okay." Fang Yuan's eyes were bent, "I'll study hard."

……

But Fang Yuan overestimated his musical talent, and before he could master the guqin, a heavy snowstorm came, and the cold winter came quietly.

The winter in Fanyin Temple is still quiet and peaceful, the pine forest is covered with silver, and the monks sweeping the floor are sweeping snow everywhere, walking steadily and looking peaceful.

However, unlike in the past, today the temple is decorated with red silk and wind chimes. The area is not large, it is near the Xijing Pavilion, but it is eye-catching.

And in the main hall of Xijing Pavilion, there were many people sitting there.

Host Dong Lin sat at the front on the left, followed by Kong Ming and some elders, and Xiao Qing was on the right.And the most honorable position at the top is Fang Yuan sitting there quietly.

——Because this is an apprenticeship ceremony.

On the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, at Si time, the winter sun is just right.

Mo Xiaofan stood outside the hall, came in against the light, and knelt on the futon.

He was still dressed in black clothes, a golden belt, a high ponytail, and a handsome and indifferent face.

The difference between the human form and the monster form is so great that it always makes people feel in a trance.

But after all, he is no longer the bullied, fierce and ignorant little puppy.

He has grown up.

Mo Xiaofan seriously kowtowed three times, picked up a cup of tea, and brought it to Fang Yuan.

He held the teacup tightly in his hand, for fear that the tea would be poured out, and he kept staring at Fang Yuan with anticipation in his eyes.

Fang Yuan took it and drank more than half of it in one gulp.

He showed a smile: "From now on, I will be your master. We are one teacher and student, and we share weal and woe."

Mo Xiaofan knelt down on one knee and said hoarsely, "Yes, Master."

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