After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

Fu Lian didn't hide anything, and frankly admitted that she is indeed a fairy, but just an inconspicuous mountain fairy.

After years of immersion in the tales of gods, gods, ghosts, ghosts, and remembering how strange it was to meet Fu Lian suddenly on the mountain that night, Ye Jirong hesitated and said, "You said you are the mountain god in Duyun Mountain?!"

Fu Lian held his face in his hands, and kissed him again knowingly, "It's just a mountain ghost. In the future, you will be able to be in the immortal class if you have a great enlightenment."

Ye Jirong put his shoulders on his shoulders, hugged his neck, and entwined with him obediently and docilely. He only believed Fu Lian's words a little bit, but he laughed happily, "Will Fu Lian become a fairy? Shang Jiuchongtian will never come back again?"

Fu Lian tasted it lightly, provoking his soft blue hair and sniffing lightly, "The way to become a fairy is to be pure-minded, ascetic, and loveless. I am afraid that it is difficult for me to understand this way, Rongrong, you don't know it. , I have been watching you for as long as you have been crossing Yunshan here."

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

Ye Jirong was stunned, and it took a while before he opened his mouth: "Fu Lian, am I dreaming, I dreamed that you were talking nonsense."

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

Ye Jirong only felt that his body was unstable and suddenly there was wind under his feet. He let out a low exclamation, and firmly grasped Fu Lian's lapel.

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

The water is wide and the wind is high, and the setting sun melts gold.Thousands of miles of clouds, long whales swallow the moon.

Ye Jirong followed him as if he had watched the sun and the moon cycle through the vicissitudes of life. At this moment, he could no longer believe that the person holding him in his arms was not the elegant scholar in the storybook, but a supreme and unreachable god.

But the god said he pleased himself.

Ye Jirong clutched his burning heart, and no longer cared about the differences between immortals and mortals. He is not the Yunshan Lord in the world, he is just his own Fu Lian.

·

Ye Jirong's old disease relapsed every winter, and he could not see the windy day. He was bedridden with a low fever and couldn't get rid of it. The disease was brought from the mother's womb.

Fortunately, this winter, Ayu breathed a sigh of relief. Fu Lian made Ye Jirong feel better, but he still couldn't cure his stubborn illness.

Fu Lian sat by the bed, put Ye Jirong's pulse into the quilt, touched his slightly hot cheek in a daze.

The powerful god finally realized that the life of a mortal is so fragile and short, as fleeting as a grass and a tree, and as short as an insect and ant, so short that it is not worth mentioning.

Even if his illness is cured, he is afraid that he will not be a hundred years old.

Fu Lian thought about what seemed to be the last decision, and pressed his forehead with great pity, and when he got up again, his expression gradually became determined.

He reached out his finger and pointed between Ye Jirong's eyebrows, a light blue light suddenly lit up and then slowly disappeared, and a love spell fell on Ye Jirong's body.

As long as the bond of love lasts, their lives will be connected. Even though Ye Jirong will age naturally, as long as they love and miss each other, this curse is enough to protect his life.

Fu Lian tucked up the quilt for him, stood up and said softly, "Rongrong, when I come back, I will be with you for life to life."

·

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

Mr. Yunshan knelt in the hall and said nothing. As a Taihang mountain spirit, he has always been aloof and self-reliant. He lived in seclusion and seldom went to Kunlun. At this time, he came here cautiously to please him. He actually came to ask for the longevity medicine for an ordinary person.

The dignified and elegant Lord of Kunlun, Queen Mother Xi, flicked her sleeves without anger, "It's ridiculous, Fu Lian, you actually want to give half of your cultivation just for that mortal? No, you don't have to lose your mind."

Fu Lian was infatuated with no regrets, bent down and kowtowed again, "Fu Lian has made up his mind, the nine heavens are full of gods and Buddhas, Fu Lian is a small mountain spirit, it is not worth mentioning."

The Queen Mother of the West has phoenix eyes and a fluctuating expression. Looking down at the docile Fu Lian, she can't help but think of the ancient battle where she helped the Xuanyuan family kill their son Chi You.

Who would have thought that at the last moment Xuanyuan could not bear the pain to kill his son and kill Chiyou's remnant soul and cross the Taihang Mountains to the foot of Yunshan Mountain. The remnant soul absorbed the essence of the sun and moon and conceived a mountain spirit. .

When Chi You was born, he was full of hostility and was the God of War. Even a wisp of his remnant soul can still kill a person.

The Queen Mother of the West thought about it again and again, and decided to keep him in Kunlun. Ordinary life is short, and Fu Lianruo's mortal heart is only moved by indulging in lust. Why don't he give him a suitable marriage, and he will forget about mortals after a long time...

The Queen Mother of the West said in a deep voice: "The elixir of longevity can be given to you, but you want to get married with my blue bird, are you willing?"

[The author has something to say: Tsinghua bamboo slips "Five Ji" records: "The Yellow Emperor had a son called Chi You, and Chi You grew up to be a five-armed soldier."

Fu Lian has Chi You’s remnant soul. This setting is to explain why Fu Wenyuan can see the death of people, and Ye Rong’s hypermemory is related to the love spell. I’m too lazy to write later, so it’s almost like this]