Chapter 85: Fanwai, Past Life Three

Fu Lian didn't hide it at all, and frankly admitted that he was indeed a fairy, but he was just an inconspicuous little fairy on a mountain top.

After being immersed in the book of ghosts and ghosts for many years, and remembering that it was indeed strange to meet Fu Lian on the mountain that night, Ye Jirong hesitated: "You said that you are the mountain god in Duyun Mountain?!"

Fu Lian held his face, and kissed him again, "It's just a mountain ghost, and you can be ranked in the immortal class when you come to Japan."

Ye Jirong put on his shoulders, hugged his neck, obediently and meekly entangled with him, he only believed Fu Lian's words by two or three points, but he was happy to hold it, "Will Fu Lian become an immortal? Shang Jiuzhongtian will never come back?"

Fu Lian tasted it for a while, and provoked his soft blue silk to sniff softly, "The way to become an immortal is to have a pure heart, few desires, and no love. I am afraid that I, who love the world, will have a hard time understanding this way, Rongrong, you won't know. , How long have you been crossing Yunshan here, how long have I watched you."

"If you are afraid of the dark, the moonlight on Duyun Mountain will be a little brighter. If you are afraid of heat, I will give you a rain in summer. I can be the breeze and the moon, or the mountains and lakes. What do you want me to be, I am What, you're not trapped on this mountain, it's my selfish desire to keep you."

Ye Jirong was stunned, and after a while, he said slowly, "Fu Lian, am I dreaming? I dreamed that you were talking nonsense."

Fu Lian sighed, raised his hand to cover his eyes, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Ye Jirong only felt that his body was unsteady and the wind was blowing under his feet. He exclaimed in a low voice and firmly grasped the front of Fu Lian's clothes.

Fu Lian put down the hand covering his eyes, and Ye Jirong realized that they were no longer in the room in the Taoist temple. Fu Lian, who could travel thousands of miles in the wind, took him to see many beautiful scenery he had never seen before.

The water is broad and the wind is high, and the sunset melts gold. Thousands of miles in the sea of ​​clouds, the long whale swallows the moon.

Ye Jirong followed him as if he had watched the sun and the moon go around in the vicissitudes of life. At this moment, he no longer had to believe that the one who held him in his arms was not the elegant scholar in the book, but a supreme and unreachable god.

But the god said he was pleased with himself.

Ye Jirong clutched his hot and hot heart, and could no longer care about the difference between Xianfan and Yunshan. He was not the Yunshan Jun in the world, he was just his own Fu Lian.

Ye Jirong had an old disease recurring every winter. He couldn't see the wind, and he was bedridden and had low fever. This disease was brought in by his mother's womb.

Fortunately, Ayu breathed a sigh of relief this winter. Fu Lian made Ye Jirong feel much better, but he was still unable to cure his stubborn illness.

Fu Lian sat on the edge of the bed, put the pulse into the quilt for Ye Jirong, and touched his slightly hot cheeks in a daze.

The powerful god finally realized that the life of mortals is so fragile and short, as fleeting as grass and trees and autumn, so short that it is as insignificant as insects and ants and is not worth mentioning.

Even if his illness is cured, he is only afraid that he will be less than a hundred years old.

Fu Lian pondered as if he had finally made up his mind, and pressed his forehead with great pity, and when he got up again, his expression gradually became firmer.

He put his finger on Ye Jirong's eyebrows, a light blue light suddenly lit up and slowly disappeared, and a love curse was placed on Ye Jirong's body.

As long as the love does not end, their lives will be connected. Even though Ye Jirong will naturally age, as long as they love each other and miss each other, this spell is enough to keep his life safe.

Fu Lian tucked the quilt for him, stood up and said lightly: "Rong Rong, when I come back, I will be able to accompany you forever."

In the vast Kunlun Snow Region, in the Nine Lights Golden Palace.

Yun Shanjun knelt on the temple without saying a word. As a spirit of the Taihang Mountains, he has always been aloof and self-controlled. He lived in a secluded place and rarely climbed this Kunlun Mountains. At this time, he was discreetly trying to please him.

The Queen Mother of Kunlun, the dignified and dignified Lord of Kunlun who is not angry and dignified, stroked her sleeves, "It's absurd, Fu Lian, you have to sacrifice half of your cultivation just for that mortal? If there is a difference, don't lose your mind."

Fu Lian was infatuated with no regrets, so he bent down and kowtowed again, "Fu Lian has made up his mind, the nine heavens are full of gods and Buddhas, and Fu Lian is a small mountain spirit, nothing to worry about."

The Queen Mother of the West had golden eyes and a fluctuating expression. She looked down at the docile Fu Lian under her seat, and couldn't help but think of how she helped Xuanyuan's clan kill Chiyou, their parents and son.

Who would have thought that Xuanyuan could not bear to kill his son at the last moment, and crossed Chiyou Remnant Soul Town and Taihang Mountains to the foot of Yunshan Mountain. That remnant soul absorbed the essence of the sun and the moon and gave birth to a mountain spirit. .

When Chiyou was born, he was fierce and fierce, and he was the main god of war. Even a wisp of remnant soul could kill life and death.

The Queen Mother of the West thought over and over again and decided to keep him in Kunlun. Mortals have a short lifespan. If Fu Lian is only motivated by indulging in lust, he might as well give him a suitable marriage. Over time, he will forget about mortals...

The Queen Mother of the West said solemnly: "The longevity medicine can be given to you, but you will be involved in the marriage line with the blue bird under my seat, you—would you like it?"

[The author has something to say: "The Five Chronicles" on Tsinghua bamboo slips has a record: "The Yellow Emperor had a son named Chiyou. Chiyou has grown up and served as the five soldiers."

The setting of Fu Lian's remnant soul of Chi You is to explain why Fu Wenyuan can see the death of a person, and Ye Rong's hyper-amnesia is related to that love curse.