Do not disturb the cultivation of immortals

Since Lingguang Shenjun ascended to the heaven, there has been no happy event in Xuanfengmen, so Fengyue got married at the end of the year, which was very grand.

On the day of the wedding, the entire Xuanfeng Mountain was shrouded in gorgeous clouds, and the phoenix circling the mountain forest made a clear and clear cry, and there seemed to be Sanskrit singing in the mountain forest.

All the powerful monks who came to congratulate the new wedding were delighted by this sign of great auspiciousness. This trip may have a chance to come, it depends on which monk can grasp it.

All the guests looked towards the top of the mountain, and saw a Penglai fairy island half hidden in the clouds and mist hanging in the air. There is a small two-story palace in the bead palace on the fairy island, and its rich aura is enviable.

When the auspicious time came, the two newlyweds jumped down from Xiandao wearing big red robes, and flew up to Wutong Terrace side by side, worshiping heaven and earth and becoming Taoist couples.

After the ceremony, the two returned to the main hall with the guests to drink fine wine and share joy.

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After marriage is the New Year.

Tao Ji'an sat cross-legged by the window couch, holding small iron tongs in one hand and poking ginkgo on the pyrocopper mine. The jade-framed screen window was wide open, and soft and cold snowflakes drifted in, melted by the indoor temperature, without disturbing the people in the room at all.

Tao Ji'an peeled a roasted ginkgo fruit, the nuts were golden in color, and the taste was like chestnut flour. The difference is that the ginkgo fruit has a slightly bitter taste.

Ink fell asleep beside his legs, his small fleshy body heaving and falling with his breathing. In winter, cold-blooded spirit beasts such as snakes and dragons were particularly lethargic.

There were footsteps on the snow outside the house, and soon Feng Yue stepped into the greenhouse. He was holding a vegetable basket in his hand. After entering the house, he put the vegetable basket on the round table and walked straight to the window couch.

Mo Zhi's little feet were lumpy from sleep, Feng Yue stretched out his hand and turned him over, letting him sleep on his back breathing smoothly.

Tao Ji'an peeled a small plate of ginkgo fruit and handed it to Feng Yueze, "Taste it, it's full of the ginkgo fruit formed by the spiritual energy."

Feng Yue took one and fed it into his mouth. It was slightly bitter and accompanied by the unique fragrance of ginkgo, soft and glutinous with a sweet aftertaste. He nodded, and fed another one to Tao Ji'an's mouth.

"I've had enough, eh!" Tao Ji'an pursed his lips and avoided it. He didn't like hard things.

Wiping the ginkgo fruit in his hand from the lips of the Taoist couple, Feng Yue withdrew his hand and ate it by himself, "What do you want to eat tonight? I'll prepare it."

The two of them didn't want a single disciple or servant on the island, and they did everything by themselves.

Tao Ji'an continued to peel the ginkgo fruit in his hand, preparing to eat it when Moji woke up, but when Feng Yue asked what he would eat for dinner, he turned his head sideways to think about it, and then looked out the window, "When will the snow stop?"

"What?" Feng Yue sat beside Tao Ji'an, leaning against the window to eat ginkgo fruit, relaxed and leisurely.

"I want to go down the mountain to play." Tao Ji'an threw away the ginkgo shell, and yawned on Fengyueze's lap, "The river under the mountain must be frozen, right? I heard that if you dig a hole in the ice, the fish under the water will die." Jump on the ice by yourself."

Feng Yue understood right away, it wasn't because he wanted to eat fish, it was purely because he wanted to go out and play.

"It's going to be dusk, tomorrow I'll take you down the mountain to have a look."

Tao Ji'an wrapped his arms around Feng Yueze's waist, and his upper body was lying on Feng Yueze's lap, and the other's hand was on his back. He stayed in the greenhouse for a day, and his whole body was made lazy by the warmth.

"Clap..."

Feng Yue snorted jokingly, feeling that the Taoist couple was like a child, but he still let him go, patting Tao Ji'an's back lightly, and the two of them were lazy together.

On the second day, the snow really stopped.

But Tao Ji'an, who wanted to go out to play, huddled under the warm quilt, pointing his ass at Feng Yueze who woke him up.

Feng Yue stood by the bed and looked at it for a while, then went to carry the ink that had slept all day and all night into the house.

"Go and wake up your father, let's go down the mountain to fish."

Ink held his head high, and his big eyes looked at Feng Yue obediently, and Feng Yue pointed at the bed. Only then did he react, and ran to the bedside, stroking Tao Ji'an's neck with a pair of cold claws. ...

Tao Ji'an woke up completely with a shudder, gently pinched Moji's face with his hands, and stared at Feng Yueze with murderous eyes, the latter was helpless.

I got up slowly and didn't want to go down the mountain until I had breakfast.

In a world of ice and snow, I kneaded a ball of noodles yesterday, rolled them into skins and cut them into strips. Now it was frozen hard. Tao Ji'an took out the Zisha Dan stove, heated a pot with a phoenix fire, and served noodles.

Put a spoonful of lard in each of the three bowls, drizzle some soy sauce on it, and then scoop out the noodle soup with only salt in the pot, and three bowls of vermicelli in clear soup, two of which are drizzled with some homemade chili sauce by Tao Ji'an.

The ink drank the soup completely, and the little belly bulged.

Tao Jian took Xiao Nuan and wrapped him tightly in the baby carriage, and the three of them went down the mountain comfortably against the sun.

The ground was covered with snow and ice, and when he reached the slope, Tao Ji'an immediately picked up the ink, and sat on the baby carriage, the wheels rolled rapidly, as if he were sitting on a sled, the wheels brought the snow foam from the ground to fly into his neck, while he Shivering and laughing, "Feng Yueze, catch up!"

When we got to the river, the surface of the river was still covered with thick ice that was steaming. It seemed that the sun had not yet exerted its force today.

Tao Ji'an played 'skiing' on the ice for a while, while Feng Yue stood on the bank and watched the Taoist couple holding ink, one big and one small screaming and laughing like two little lunatics.

The scene in front of him made Feng Yue feel extremely at ease. He witnessed the affection between Jiu Yanjiao's mother and child, Xu Buji's "a couple for life", almost experienced parting from his lover in the East China Sea, and supported each other with his lover on the small island. Start all over again'.

These experiences are painful.

But at this moment, seeing his lover's joyful smiling face made him feel the taste of happiness.

Fuling heart to...

When the sky was covered by auspicious red clouds, Tao Ji'an realized that his Taoist companion was breaking through the bottleneck, transitioning from the Nascent Soul stage to the Transformation God stage.

There are less than 50 monks in the entire Kyushu Transformation Stage, and there will be one more Feng Yueze in the future.

Feng Yue was stuck in the stage of becoming a god for a hundred years, and his Taoist companion, Tao Ji'an, also broke through to the stage of transforming into a god, and he was only one step away from becoming a god, but the two of them did not make any progress.

Outsiders only think that ascension is such an easy thing?But only the two of them knew the reason why they didn't ascend to the ascension—for those who have attained the Tao, forget about their predestined relationship. Isn't it happier to be a couple of gods in Kyushu than to be gods?

The author has something to say: the knowledge of cultivating immortals is not enough, the background of this book is more inclined to the style of ancient martial arts, and for the time being, I will not touch the background of themes I am not familiar with because of my brain hole.

My perception of myself: a writer of local love essays with rustic parents.