The Lord of Ghost

"It's you!"

The moment he touched Mo Li's shoulder, he instantly had countless speculations.

In this world, Taoism is bright, and the technique of breaking the fog is like a star. Mo Li believes that the soul's appearance is exquisite, but it is not absolute. He never dares to entrust him.

But he could see that he could break through his changes, and found the real hidden in the fog. So far, the person he meets has only dry martial arts.

Even if Qin Yang, when he renamed his surname and changed his surname to leave the song, the other party failed to determine it accurately.

But Mo Li never thought about it. Those who came to him were so unfamiliar but familiar.

"You seem to be surprised?" The man smiled lightly, as if he had mistaken red dust.

Mo Li's definition of beauty is mostly the praise of Fairy Virgin in his cognition, but for men, especially the person in front of him, it can be a stranger like a jade. This world is unique.

The man was like a fairy that Xianchen came down. In the moonlight, his face attracted countless eyes and pulled his eyes to him.

"Maybe."

Mo Li did not deny it, and slowly turned around, looking at the flawless face, still the ink people in the ink in the poetic and paintings.

"I met for the second time, and I should introduce myself: Xianxian."

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In the mountains, the moon was sprinkled with silver dust, landing on the banks of the attic, and jumped into the white jade tea cup lively.

The unmanned tea house is enough to overlook the lake, and the empty and grand meeting of Tianjiao is far from the other side.

I took a sip of pure tea, and there was a golden luster floating. It was an ancient tea cultivated in the secret.

After being surprised, it was more curious.

Mo Li is curious, this guy, the biggest winner in the fierce nest, layout of monsters of ten times, a flute sound to send a million monk's son, how can he find himself?

"You are not curious about how I found you?"

Just like his name, Xianxian, the man's every move, the tea flows, all with the ancient fairy charm, as if the born immortal, not dyed red dust.

"Curiosity, but you can lock my factor, as long as you have a little brain, you can still judge."

Mo Li put down the white jade tea cup in his hand, and looked sideways, reflecting the lights on the side of the lakeside.

The quiet attic, the two of them hold the cup, as if the old friends who haven't seen each other for many years.

The corner of Mo's mouth smiled slightly: "If I didn't guess, it should be the reason for Xianhuangbao. It seems that my mastering of the ten fierce treasures is far from you."

Yes, Mo Li and the mysterious man named Xianxian in front of him are the only thing in common, there is only one, that is, they all cultivate one of the ten fierce treasures: Xianhuangbao.

Mo Li guess that the breath of the Xianhuangbao hidden on the body exposed his identity. After all, the name of the ten fierces shocked ancient and modern, but there were few monks who could cultivate their root treasures. Essence

The cultivation of similar treasures, in a sense, seems to be like the induction between the same family. It can be judged by a subtle atmosphere, not to mention the unique technique such as Xianhuangbao, and this mysterious guy also has a contract. Fairy Phoenix who is only alive!

In addition, although there are other possibilities, Xianhuangbao is the most likely to expose.

"You are smart and cautious." Xianxian Road was not ridiculous, but praised.

"Don't be cautious, I am afraid that there will be no my play on such a bright stage." Mo Li smiled.

This big stage, a mountain is far higher than a mountain. The man in front of him, if he really fought with Momi, is enough to capture him.

But the theory is so, the reality is that Mo Li is not afraid of the other party's movement at all. In other words, he is not afraid of death at all. Relying on the power of the nine calamities of dry martial arts, he can realize the resurrection!

This is also his hole card, the hole card leisurely with the other party.

He planned for a long time.

"In other words, you come to me, just chatting?" Mo Li would not think the purpose of the other party was so simple.

After all, it is a ruthless man who laid out ten million monks, and even the five -crowned king Liu Xuan was one of his chess pieces.

This kind of guy, the purpose is terrible, and will never do meaningless things.

"Why? No?" The corner of Xian Xian's mouth raised a just smile, and instantly fascinated Xingyue. Unfortunately, Mom Li didn't like men.

"Speaking of me ... no, I haven't talked about tea like such a long time, Xingyue Tonghui, the lights, I like it very much."

He seems to be gradually adapting to the changes in the times and claims to be closer to life.

"Maybe for you, people like me are full of mysteries. But why don't you?" The man poured tea by himself.

"You also know that only this life of this life can enter the colorful world to compete for heaven, otherwise you can only sleep. Maybe you will be curious, how can I enter the fierce nest."

Mo Li listened, and sometimes used the tea cup to slightly over the clear tea soup. He also questioned this problem.

"To be precise, a living spirit like us will go out after the end of each life, and then seal the source in the outside world and wait for the next opening. Therefore, every life can be called this life of this world."

"Wait!" Mo Li frowned suddenly because he found a terrible thing.

"The time when the mystery starts is generally 1 to 2 years, and the tenth is opened. Then ... wouldn't you enter the secret situation and the evil spirits in a child when he was a child?"

The exiled immortal smiled slightly, and the smile on his face was better than any answer.

At that time, the moon was bright and the stars were shining, the lake breeze was quiet, and only the lights were swaying slightly.

Mo Li suddenly realized that what this world lacked the most was genius.

"My memory is mostly from a long time ago. It's the first time I drink tea and enjoy the moon like this."

It can be seen that this man, who was as vague as the sky, has a mentality of appreciating the things of drinking tea and listening to music in the mortal world after falling into the mortal world, and his breath is quietly changing.

His Tao, in the brief talk of perception, is even more unfathomable.

Mo Li's mouth twitched. This kind of person can really be regarded as practicing like drinking water.

Entering the secret realm to fight when he was a child, at least in Mo Li's cognition, he can't find an adjective to describe it.

He straightened his face and became serious: "You are talking to me about these things, are you trying to show me your empty life?"

"You can understand it that way." The man smiled lightly. For him, this is also a practice, about entering the world, about the practice of the heart, and it changes with the words he speaks.

"However, you may also understand that it is a prelude to the taboo topic. Wouldn't it be too abrupt to start the conversation between us directly?"

Mo Li did not answer. According to his temperament, he usually doesn't have so many preludes.

"To be honest, I am more and more interested in the "taboo" you mentioned now."

The exiled immortal man raised his head and just waved his white sleeves. In an instant, the stars and the moon changed, and the lake by the window disappeared. They were in the restaurant and came to a small island in a blink of an eye. In the center of the island, a lush phoenix tree stood in the starry sky, and a little phoenix light rain fell.

"Some tricks, I guess you won't mind."

It was a questioning sentence, but the exiled immortal obviously didn't mean to ask too much.

Mo Li responded with a smile. Such a method could prevent the return of time and imprison prying eyes, so he was naturally happy.

"Then, I think our next conversation will be very pleasant."

At that time, under the ancient sycamore tree, Mo Li and the exiled immortal looked at each other, and petals fell and scattered, as if they were brewing something.

Exiled Immortal: "It is said that you jumped into a well?"

Instantly, Mo Li suppressed the changing eyes. He thought about many things, but the things involved in the well were indescribable to him, and also the secrets buried deep underground.

The beautiful woman who called him "father", the strange world under the well, and the mottled stone door at the end of the world were all filled with thick fog.