Quick Pass: Raiders That Man

On the fairy mountain, clouds and mists shroud the place, and the newborn sun sprinkles thin gold powder from the east to the sea of ​​clouds.

A monk retreats for at least a dozen years or as many as a hundred years, and time flies by. The more advanced a monk is, the less he cares about the passage of time.

Bai Yumo opened his eyes from the secret room, and his spiritual power changed from being active at the beginning to calm and restrained.

He thought in disbelief that it was a miracle that the person outside came to disturb him only a dozen times and was honest this time.

In the past, he didn't stop until he got annoyed and lifted the restriction.

There was some bad premonition in his heart, Bai Yumo felt that Feng Yun must have done something bad for being so quiet.

No, it really did something bad.

He went back to the house, looked at the scattered papers on the ground and the formation with especially spiritual fluctuations, and felt that he was lucky to have a good temper, otherwise he would die of anger sooner or later if his blood surged up.

Gathering the things on the ground with his spiritual power, he frowned and looked at them one by one. The more he looked, the more he felt that his temper was really good.

The last one was handwritten by Feng Yun, and the flamboyant characters made people even more angry.

Dear daughter-in-law:

I didn't do anything wrong, so why do you say that you are retreating?I'm so mad, I want to change my fate against the sky, go back to the past and correct your stinking problems.

By the way, I studied the formation method to go back. As for how to come back, you must study it when you leave the customs. I will give you this chance of redemption, otherwise you will really stay in other places. The world is not coming back.

You must come to pick me up. It doesn’t matter if you can’t research it. I’ll put the array back in the cabinet, so you must look for it.

You can't let me go, if you don't want me, you won't be such a good husband, Yumo.

Feng Yun...

"If I'm so mad, I'll forget it." Bai Yumo threw the pile of papers on the table without seeing anything, and then sat down on the bed.

After sitting for a while, he still couldn't sit still, he stood up, went to the cabinet and took out the formation inside.

If Feng Yun can research it, he must be able to come back from there. What he wants is for Bai Yumo to go back to the past to find him, which can be regarded as giving him a step down.

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Fu Ze crossed his arms, staring at the two men opposite with a blank expression.

Fang Yuanze was a little timid, silently restraining his breath.

Feng Yun looked at Fu Ze frankly, and said with a smile: "Hello, I am the magician who wants to make soup for your apprentice."

Fu Ze looked him up and down and asked, "Are you his father?"

In his opinion, Feng Yun and his apprentice are really similar, they are almost carved out of the same mold, it's just the difference between grown up and not grown up.

Feng Yun shook his head, "No, Fang Yuanze is his father."

"You boy! Fu Ze, don't listen to his nonsense, I don't know anything!"

"Shut up first." Fu Ze glared at Fang Yuanze, then sat back on the chair tiredly, "Okay, tell me the purpose of your coming here."

"I... I just came to ask you, waist, uh, I'm sorry!" Fang Yuanze was about to say a word of concern, but just said the word "waist", and several extremely dangerous sword auras hit him.

Feng Yun moved to the side, hating his master very much.

He said: "There is a lantern festival in the world today, Fang Yuanze wants to invite you to see it."

Fu Ze was taken aback, and looked at the man in red who was squatting on the ground with his head in his arms and groaning in disbelief, "Just him?"

"Tsk, it's him." Feng Yun kicked Fang Yuanze, who immediately hid towards Fu Ze, and pulled Fu Ze in front of him, taking advantage of all the advantages and pretending to be pitiful.

The world of mortals is very lively. For them, the world of cultivating immortals is like the gods in the sky. They worship and envy them, but if they don't have spiritual roots, they still have to live as usual.

The Moon Worship Festival originated from the worship of celestial phenomena and evolved from the moon sacrifice on the autumn evening in ancient times. Since ancient times, there have been folk activities such as worshiping the moon, admiring the moon, eating moon cakes, playing with lanterns, admiring osmanthus flowers, and drinking osmanthus wine.

There are all kinds of lanterns made of rattan and paper hanging on the avenue. People shuttle back and forth, and there are stalls on both sides of the road.

Sellers of snacks, lanterns, and masks abound.

Standing in front of a booth selling all kinds of masks, one person casually picked up an ordinary and simple white half-face mask with bright white fingers. The corners of the mask's eyes were carved with a few red patterns.

"Boss, how much is this?"

The boss's eyes were a little straight, and he said in a daze, "Ten, ten coins."

"Brother, you look so good-looking." The boss's daughter is a half-old child, not as hopeless as the boss, but she just ran to the booth and stretched out her hand to grab the handsome person who looked like a banished fairy.

Bai Yumo took a wrong step, avoided the girl's dirty hand, and put a piece of silver in it, "Thank you..."

He put on a mask to cover the upper half of his face, but the exposed lips and chin still attracted the attention of many people.

The white clothes shone brightly under the moonlight, and his demeanor was as cold as dust, and everyone on the road backed away. It had nothing to do with fear, but this person was as clean as the silver light cast by the moon hanging high in the sky, wasn't he? Anyone can touch it.

"Selling candied haws... a string of three pennies!"

Bai Yumo stopped and thought for a while, then walked to the hawker selling candied haws and gave him a piece of silver.

The peddler couldn't find any money, so he finally gave him all the candied haws on the shelf.

"No, there's no need for change, I just want a bunch." Bai Yumo smiled, his eyes swept over the candied haws.

The peddler enthusiastically said: "Okay, then you can choose your own, guest officer, and take whichever one you like."

"Thank you..."

Bai Yumo raised his hand, and finally stopped on a candied haws in the middle.

Suddenly a person approached from behind, and a familiar aura enveloped Bai Yumo's body. The person stretched out his hand to cover the back of Bai Yumo's hand, and pulled him to stop on another candied haws.

"Listen to me, choose this one."

Bai Yumo wanted to laugh, but suppressed the curve of his mouth.

"Don't believe me?" Feng Yunqiang took his hand and picked off the candied haws, and then the one that Bai Yumo had chosen before, "That's fine, try both and see who chooses." Yes."

"Hmph." Bai Yumo took two candied haws, snorted softly, turned around and left.

Feng Yun followed behind, saw that he was wearing a mask, and felt itchy in his heart, "Yu Mo, I want a mask too."

"There are so many stalls, you just have to buy one yourself."

"You buy it for me."

"I don't have the money to buy it for you."

"Yu Mo—" Feng Yun looked at him pitifully.

Bai Yumo took a bite of the candied haws, and finally his heart softened, "Which one do you like?"

It's not how successful Feng Yun pretended to be pitiful. This man's face is not suitable for being cute. Although the tough guy's cuteness is quite different, cuteness is another matter.

Bai Yumo was just eaten to death, even if he was tough at first, he would compromise in less than half a stick of incense.

Feng Yun wore a bright red half-face mask, and quickly ate up the candied haws in his hand.

Bai Yumo ate slowly, but fortunately he ate early, and he managed to finish one at this time.

Fine crumbs of pale yellow sugar cling to his lips.

Feng Yun licked the corner of his mouth, and pulled Bai Yumo to a place where there were few people.

"What's wrong?" Bai Yumo wiped the sugar residue on his mouth with his fingers, seeing that there were fewer and fewer people, he immediately guessed what Feng Yun was going to do.

If he didn't understand it at first, he could say it in the past, but if he doesn't understand it now, he is really stupid.

"Aren't you angry with me?" Leaning against a big thick tree, he raised his eyes and looked at Feng Yun amusedly.

"You're so slow in coming, my anger disappeared by itself." Feng Yun took his hand and put it near his mouth, he couldn't help but kiss him, but he still babbled.

"Let me tell you, I'm really angry this time! I didn't mean to mention it, you just know how to bully me."

"You actually retreated for me this time, and it will take hundreds of years. I was so angry that I almost exploded and died."

"If you don't apologize to me, I really won't forgive you, you know?"

"You're still laughing! Bai Yumo, you really have no conscience."

"Oh... Yumo, I want to kiss you, please apologize to me."

Bai Yumo saw him talking, kissing him from the palm to the forearm, and then buried him in the neck, talking rascally but looking pitiful.

"You want to kiss me, and you want me to apologize to you."

"I was wrong, I'm sorry..." After all, the daughter-in-law is more important, Feng Yun didn't even want the last bit of face.

He just wants to double cultivate with his wife.

Bai Yumo let his hand walk behind his back, "Okay, I was wrong, I will retreat to the head office with you from now on."

Feng Yun's eyes lit up, and he immediately stood up straight, "Okay, since you have apologized so sincerely, I have to be more generous, then I will forgive you."

"Really..." Bai Yumo raised his hand to cover Feng Yun's approaching head, and warned: "But not so many times... Even if it is double cultivation, I will be very tired."

"Okay, I was wrong, and I will definitely change it in the future."

Feng Yun pulled away the hand that was covering his mouth. Although licking the palm of his hand was good, his lips were more attractive to him.

"It sounds good... let me go, don't touch your hands." Bai Yumo panted a few times, and pushed Feng Yun away, "I want to see you when you were a child, where is he now? Demon sect?" ?”

When he heard about himself as a child, the smile on Feng Yun's face suddenly disappeared, "Why do you want to see it, that kid is just a disciple, he has no good intentions every day, he just wants to take advantage of you."

"What?" Bai Yumo frowned, "Take me... You won't change the past, will you?"

"Ang, that kid is now the direct disciple of the master of Lingyun sect, how is it?"

"Nonsense, I knew you must have done nothing good." Bai Yumo shook his head, "Forget it, everything has changed anyway."

"That's right, don't be angry." Feng Yun pushed his shoulder and pushed him towards the lively place of the Lantern Festival, "Let's go shopping again, there is still guessing lantern riddles, putting off lanterns and so on."

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That irresponsible, future self ran away.

Feng Yun was so happy that he disappeared, "Yu Mo, let's not wait for him, let's go shopping by ourselves."

Bai Yumo hesitated, "But what if he comes back and can't find us?"

"Don't worry, he's quite powerful, and he will definitely find us." Feng Yun took Bai Yumo's hand, "Let's go ahead, I saw a river lantern over there."

Bai Yumo felt that what Feng Yun said made sense, and now that children are obedient, waiting here, those novelty things are more attractive to them.

The two walked to the stall selling river lanterns, and each picked out a river lantern.

The owner of the stall was an elderly man. Seeing that they were good-looking, he gave them a lantern in the shape of a rabbit.

This paper lantern was cute and exquisite. After thanking them, the two came to the bank of the river.

There were already many people gathered by the river bank, and the two found a quieter place.

Feng Yun asked, "What wish do you want to write?"

"It won't work if you say it." When Bai Yumo spoke, he had already written his wish, stuffed it into the stacked petals, and lit the fire of the wick again.

Feng Yun curled his lips, and muttered, "It's only when you say it. How would I know if you don't tell me?"

He felt that instead of praying with river lanterns, it would be better to tell him that no matter what the wish is, as long as Feng Yun can achieve it, he will definitely do it. If he can't achieve it now, then he will work hard and strive to achieve it in the future.

When Bai Yumo heard his muttering, he just smiled and handed over the brush, "The river lamp is just a sustenance, even if it can't fulfill people's wishes, no one will blame it."

"If I don't grant wishes to others, I will give them to you alone." Feng Yun raised his eyes from the written wish, his eyes were clear and soft, with the relaxed vitality unique to young people.

Bai Yumo laughed, "Well...then you have to remember this sentence."

"Of course, I won't lie to you."

The exquisite and small river lantern carries the wishes of two people. Driven by the river water, it gradually deviates from the shore and rushes down along the current.

After the two left, the two river lanterns were picked up by one person.

Feng Yun casually took out the note in it, and threw the river lantern into the river.

Bai Yumo rolled his eyes at him, "You are really shameless."

"Don't you want to know their wishes?" Feng Yun shrugged and handed one of them to Bai Yumo, "You just really want to know, I understand you."

"Hum." Bai Yumo snorted, but honestly opened the note in his hand.

The immature handwriting is Feng Yun's at first glance: When I become an adult and become a Taoist partner with Bai Yumo, I will definitely become very strong, so that I can protect him.

Although the child's wish was immature, it still moved Bai Yumo a little.

No matter what period Feng Yun was, he seemed to like him so much.

Feng Yun put the note he had read in front of Bai Yumo.

It was written by Bai Yumo when he was a child. The handwriting is neat and beautiful, and he looks like a serious child: I hope those people from the Devil's Cult really have no ill intentions towards Feng Yun. If so, I hope I can protect him.

"You want to protect me, why do you like me so much?" Feng Yun bent slightly, with his forehead resting against Bai Yumo's, and there was a thin barrier within one meter around it, ordinary people couldn't see it, and they wouldn't subconsciously get close.

Bai Yumo raised his head and looked at him, and smiled after a while, "Probably because I fell in love with you at first sight, and I fell in love with you."

"That's a coincidence..." Feng Yun put his arm around his waist, "I'm not in the mood to go shopping anymore, so I'll find an inn to stay. The moon is so beautiful tonight, it's a good time for double cultivation."