After the little dragon breaks out of its shell, they no longer need to stay at the cold and damp cliff bottom.
Before leaving, Yan Lingyun plucked the Ten Thousand Years Profound Crystal Grass and fed it to Yuejiao. After eating the Xuanjing Grass, a thin layer of scales grew on the abdomen of the Moon Jiao, milky white, as thin as a cicada's wings, almost invisible to the naked eye.
Mo Yang touched its belly, and the Moon Jiao curled up into a ball.
"It has scales." Mo Chao said to Yan Lingyun curiously.
Yan Lingyun explored it: "This is the young scale."
Only then did Mo Chao know that after the Canghai Yueming Jiao breaks its shell, it will take nine days to breathe out the essence of moon dew before it can fully grow its young scales to protect itself and prevent its body from being easily cut.
Mo Chao wanted to find a tunnel to go back, but he had to wait for Yue Jiao to pass the most dangerous period of infancy.
In order to let it better absorb the moonlight, the two left from the bottom of the cliff, flew with the sword for half a day, found a mountain top, and built a wooden house to live in.
This mountain is high into the clouds and is directly covered by the sun and moon. What's rare is that the terrain on the top of the mountain is still flat, as if someone had cut it diagonally with a sword. There are only some trees growing on the edge of the cliff, and a large area of wasteland in the middle is covered with flower seeds, paving it into a sea of pale yellow flowers.
The climate is already very cold. It's almost January in Mo Chao's world, but here it is October. The coolness of late autumn penetrates into the bones, and the basil mixed with the sea of flowers dances in the sunset and disappears in the orange-gold clouds.
Mo Chao walked out of the sea of flowers holding a handful of withered basil. Yan Lingyun has already built the wooden house, with basil balls and quilts on it, it is a perfect nest. The little dragon ball went in, squirmed a little, and was very satisfied.
Seeing this, Mo Chao smiled at Yan Lingyun.
"It's so beautiful here."
"Um."
Yan Lingyun looked at him for a moment, picked up a light yellow wild flower, and stroked it in his hand.
The sunset on the top of the mountain was magnificent and dark. Their small wooden house was at the junction of the huge red sun. Although it was small, they felt very safe living together.
After dinner, they hugged each other until night, when the moonlight came in through the window, Xiao Jiao crawled to the window and breathed out the moonlight.
Mo Chao was lying on the bed and saw the galaxy turning upside down.
Yan Lingyun didn't do anything to him, but it seemed that he had done everything to him. Mo Yang clasped his hands and hugged him from behind, and finally fell asleep.
...
The days at the top of the mountain are more comfortable than at the bottom of the cliff, but there is nothing else to do.
Either practice swordsmanship, practice techniques, or play the piano.
Cultivation is actually very boring. When you don't practice in closed doors, the time seems to be very long. Mo Chao likes life and eating and drinking, so he is not that boring, but those great monks who have lived for tens of millions of years have tasted all the beautiful scenery and delicious food in the world, and their relatives and friendships are few and indifferent, which is boring.
The top of the mountain seemed to be covered in chaotic golden color all the time, and when the golden color was at its most brilliant, Mo Yang could play the piano.
He was taught how to play the piano by Wang Chan himself. Although his experience was far behind, after listening to it for a long time, he gradually became able to evoke a little bit of his mood.
Wang Chan had no worries and no worries. He didn't know how long he lived, and he didn't know how many years he watched the snow in Xizhou.
But his piano sound is not cold and bleak, but open and vast, not afraid of the passing of people and things, and the boundless time.
Yan Lingyun liked the sound of the qin very much. When Mo Yang was playing the qin, he practiced the sword, and he didn't need real energy. He just drank a sip of wine, and with the sword alone, he was as vast as mountains and magnanimous. The sword seemed to be nothing in his hands, and the setting sun shone through his white clothes, outlining a strong body with broad shoulders and thick ridges, long arms and a bee waist, powerful enough to collapse mountains with one punch.
Sitting on the edge of the cliff, Mo Yang was also warmed by the sun, his cheeks were healthy and rosy, and there were a few withered and yellow reeds by his side, blown by the wind.
He was so warm that his sleeves were warm, and his eyes were looking at you intently, so beautiful.
Yan Lingyun often looks at him.
The little Jiao crawled on the ground, got tangled up on a reed, and wobbled.
The moon gradually became rounder, and its scales grew day by day. Finally, it was completely full, and its whole body was covered with thin light blue scales.
And tonight is its favorite full moon day.
Yan Lingyun set up a swing on the top of the mountain.
Mo Chao was sitting, holding the little dragon in his arms. He gave a gentle push and the swing began to swing.
The moon dragon crawled around in Mo Chao's hands, liking this kind of game.
Tonight is a full moon, since it was born, it has not seen a full moon, so it is only in the afternoon, so it is happy.
It, and its favorite people, are pushed high.
Yuejiao can't understand the words of the human race now, but it feels extremely safe when it hears two familiar voices communicating. Because it is always listening in the eggshell, so the instinctive attachment.
On this day, it heard the warm afternoon and the cold dusk. It closed its rice-sized eyes and gradually fell asleep.
And Yan Lingyun and Mo Chao did talk a lot.
Since Ye Qiushui's death, Yan Lingyun hadn't said so many words for a long time.
Together they watched the sun sink.
"Tomorrow I want to go back to the Shrine to find my way," Mo Yang looked at the black floating up from the bottom of the cliff, "If I can find the black area, I want to go home."
Yan Lingyun: "Yes."
"I haven't asked you yet, is Xizhou okay now?"
"I have never been to Xizhou among the five continents, and there is little news about Xizhou in the upper world, and the immortals still hide from the world," Yan Lingyun said, "But I have met the disciples of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, and there is nothing unusual."
Mo Chao: "That's good."
But for some reason, he always felt that he had overlooked something, and his heart felt a little heavy.
Until a certain moment, a wave of silver came up from behind, waking up the sleeping moon dragon.
Mo Chao turned around, his eyes reflected a full moon: "The moon is rising."
*
The moon was rising, but the top of the mountain was getting colder. Yan Lingyun raised a bonfire, and the dancing orange light reflected the stars in the sky.
It's cloudless tonight, and the full moon is exceptionally bright. The moon dragon is lying on a blade of grass, vomiting happily, and the little bag on the head is starting to grow.
Mo Chu was sitting by the bonfire, resting on Yan Lingyun's legs, watching it breathe in and out. Countless fireflies were attracted by it and floated around it.
The moon is high in the sky, and random winds blow from time to time, blowing away the fireflies, but the moon dragon still holds the grass blade firmly and is not affected.
There are still a few hours until daybreak.
Yan Lingyun looked into the distance indifferently, and gently rubbed the side of Mo Chao's face with her fingers.
Mo Chao looked at his chin, not knowing what he was thinking, but gently pulled his finger: "The half-immortal beast is very intelligent, should it be given a name?"
"Well," Yan Lingyun's voice remained the same, "I've already thought about it."
He looked down at him: "My name is Xiao Man."
"Xiao Man." Mo Yang originally thought it was because Yuejiao liked Full Moon, but soon, he thought of another meaning.
Yan Lingyun covered his eyes with her hands.
Hearing the wind, Mo Yang grabbed his hand again, but this time, Yan Lingyun didn't let him go, bent his legs casually, hugged him, and kissed him.
...
The stars were reflected on the grass, and Mo Chao was tightly hugged, holding Yan Lingyun's clothes and the grass underneath.
But gradually, the strength of his grip gradually became smaller.
Hugged his back.
Yan Lingyun's kiss was loose, but extremely emotional. His face was hard, his body was slumped, but heavy and strong. He completely embraced Mo Yang in his arms, shielding him from the cold wind on the cliff.
The kiss gradually became lingering, and Mo Chao's fingers touched the scars on his back through the clothes.
His fingertips were sensitive, and Yan Lingyun's robe took off again and was wrapped around his body.
He didn't know how many times he had to face life and death to leave scars on his body. Yan Lingyun kept them just to warn himself.
Even now, he is not immortal, nor is he invincible.
There was never a moment when he truly let down his guard.
After a long time, Yan Lingyun leaned against Mo Yang's cheek, stroking the back of his neck with his knuckles: "You don't want to."
Mo Chao also hugged him: "Yes."
The two of them had their foreheads touching each other, and Mo Chao's eyes reflected the moonlight, showing love but also a clear sobriety.
Also like moonlight, moving, clear, but illusory.
Yan Lingyun is Yan Lingyun, but his karma is only in that Yan Lingyun.
The future and the past are not the present after all.
"Go home." Yan Lingyun placed her palm on the side of his face, "Go back."
The full moon was at its brightest, and in Mo Yan's eyes, a round bead suddenly appeared beside the two of them. The bead caught the moonlight and released the moon's halo infinitely. The ancient meaning spread out like a tide, and only its vague outline could be seen. , but can’t see any substance.
The ball was controlled by Yan Lingyun's spiritual thoughts, and transferred the brilliance to Mo Chao. Even though Yan Lingyun was still holding him and touching his forehead, Mo Chao's figure was getting blurry little by little.
Mo Yang looked at him.
He said: "This is a fairy-seeking bead that can help people travel through time and space. It can take you home."
He stroked Mo Chao's eyes again: "Don't cry."
Mo Chao hugged him tightly, his clothes were wet with tears, but could not say a word. Only Yue Jiao was shackled by Yan Lingyun, flew into Mo Chao's storage bag, and was locked inside.
Time and space gradually distorted. Thousands of years and tens of thousands of barriers separated the two people. Mo Chao could no longer hear his voice or see his voice. Like a ray of moonlight, it escaped into the sea of stars and disappeared forever in this world. world.
...
...
Yan Lingyun was the only one left on the lonely cliff in the sea of flowers.
The tears on his clothes had dried. He drank wine and looked at the stars in the sky.
Suddenly, he remembered that sunrise again, as if the sea breeze blew again, turning the past before his eyes.
After leaving school alone, he was in poverty for ten years.
In the vast sea, he is the only one floating in a boat.
With only a sword and a wine gourd left, he broke the boat and went out to sea against the morning glow.
Searching for fairy beads can extrapolate time and space, but the three thousand worlds, like a torrent, can be divided into thousands at a moment, making it difficult to find the original. Only when causality is implicated can it return to be correct.
Mo Chao is involved in his world, so he can go back, but Yan Lingyun is not, and his cause and effect in this world has been resolved, so after this separation, they will never see each other again.
But so what?
With scars all over his back, the man took another sip of wine.
It is he, Yan Lingyun, who owns him, and the future, the past, and the past are all his.
Accompanied or not, what's the difference.
Drinking in the early morning, looking for the fairy beads and returning, he left with his sword.
On this high mountain, there is still a sea of flowers, but there is one more small wooden house that will collapse sooner or later over time.
*
Good Fortune Shrine
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The Qiankun Chess and the Baopu Sword were on par, and their collision released a vast golden light, detonating the spiritual current in the palace.
The bells echoed, the pavilions roared, and it seemed like a giant beast was roaring, stirring up the wind.
Dongfang Heng's eyes were full of disbelief: "What sword are you doing!"
Yan Lingyun: "The sword that kills you."
The magic weapon cannot be suppressed. The two of them are equally skilled in cultivation, but the sword cultivator is superior to the formation master. Once he gets close, Dongfang Heng can only avoid the sharp edge.
"Little Lord!"
Dongfang Heng's pupils suddenly widened, and his chess pieces suddenly trembled uncontrollably, escaped from his body, and formed a star map in mid-air. The changes were endless, but one thing was obviously missing, only one thousand and three.
The semi-immortal weapon suddenly became powerful, divine light rushed out, and in front of Yan Lingyun, an outline condensed by moonlight appeared out of thin air.
The outline gradually took shape and was reflected in his golden eyes.
"…Mo Xiao."
Mo Chao jumped forward, fell into his arms, and hugged him.