"No, donor, I just saw that you have a connection with the Buddha and were willing to travel through you, rather than letting you become a monk. How to choose depends on yourself."

The old monk looked at Song Yiyang, his eyes appearing muddy but full of Zen.

Song Yiyang was wearing a red dress, Wufeng automatically, and there was only a relieved smile on his face, and he was still so handsome and unintentional.

He looked at the lights of the city in the distance, which was a strong smell of fireworks.

"What's the difference? It's not a matter of time sooner or later."

He said lightly, his pair of peach blossom eyes had seen through the world.

A prophecy came true.

A few years later, he ascended to become an immortal, and the Buddha of Heaven wanted to accept him as his disciple and cut off his three thousand hairs.

He laughed, his love roots were cut off, what is three thousand hairs?

Without hair, it will not affect his peerless appearance. Wherever he passes, I don’t know how many young girls beg him to return to secular life.

After a long time of separation.

Song Yiyang did not expect that he did not see Wushuang, but instead met her daughter Xiao Rouer first.

It was in the lobby of an inn before the Shijue City, Princess Xia Ling's bride recruitment meeting.

He didn't recognize him at first because Xiao Rouer and her brother Xuan Xi were both dissatisfied, but her cunning eyes made him familiar with him.

"Shushu! There is no one here, you can sit here!"

The little girl was a small ball with two small tucks tied around her head. She was very cute, with her eyes clearly black and white, as if she was glowing.

Her fleshy little hands patted the seat beside her and asked him to go over and sit down.

"Thank you little donor."

Song Yiyang chuckled and sat down. The little guy raised his face and stared at him for a moment. His hand reached over as if it was out of control and touched the soft thin hair on her head.

Then he pinched the two cute little tucks and then took back his hands seriously.

The little guy smiled, his smile was very healing, and for some reason, his mood also became very relaxed.

"Do you drink tea?

Nannan has never drunk it!"

Xiao Rouer brought the tea in front of her to him, looked at him with anticipation, blinking her eyes like a deer, as if she wanted him to accept it very much.

Song Yiyang brought the tea over and felt happy. The little guy's eyes seemed to have a strange magic, just as if he would drink it with pleasure even if she brought him poison.

This kind of relationship is wonderful, he has never experienced it.

But he was not disgusted at all. He fell in love with this little guy from the bottom of his heart, and there was no reason.

This kind of liking is pure without any impurities.

"Shu Shu, I have drunk my tea, I am my person! Don't be afraid of Shu Shu, I will protect you from now on!"

Seeing him picking it up and taking a sip, Xiao Rouer said happily, with a sweet smile.

Song Yiyang almost sprayed out the tea in his mouth.

Xiao Xuanxi beside him wanted to go up and cover her sister's mouth.

The old Taoist and Fu Yao covered their faces, and they were blindly looking at them. Unexpectedly, although Xiao Rouer was a little bitch, she was quite good at flirting with handsome men. I don’t know how many fish there would be in Xiao Rouer’s fish pond when she grew up in the future.

Not long after, Song Yiyang knew the identities of Xiao Rouer and Xiao Xuanxi.

Because Wu Ming is here.

He naturally recognized Wu Ming.

Xiao Xuanxi said "Uncle Fox", and he learned Xiao Xuanxi's identity.

Back then, he had seen Xiao Xuanxi from afar. At that time, he was hugged by his father Long Moshen. He was about the same size as Xiao Rouer now, and in a blink of an eye, he was already so big.

Xiao Rouer is his sister, so she must be the daughter of Long Moshen and Wushuang.

No wonder Xiao Rouer gave him so kindly. It turned out that it was because of Wushuang.

He closed his eyes and slowly turned the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Xiao Rouer likes him and Wu Ming. She should be just a good-looking uncle for her.

But he didn't expect that after this, Xiao Rouer would often come to him to play. She was very good at entertaining herself. She could play with her Buddhist beads for a long time. Sometimes she often talked to herself and said some cute words, which sometimes made him laugh and cry.

She is like a pistachio, with her around, as if there is no worries in the world.

Later, the evil Buddha perished and Xiao Rouer grew up day by day.

He was in the fairy world and even his master, the Buddha Lord, rarely came into contact with him, but Xiao Rouer was the one he watched as he grew up day by day, and he was also the person he had come into contact with the most since he came to the fairy world.

He didn't know why Xiao Rouer liked him so much, so he would take time to live in the Snow Mountains of Shenyuan for a while every year. It was obvious that the Buddhist place was the most boring, and she never liked boring things.

After Wushuang and Long Moshen entered the Eternal Realm, she came more diligently.

The small glutinous rice dumplings from the past have now emerged gracefully, both like Wushuang and Long Moshen. They have a sense of spiritual energy and a unique appearance. I heard that the young handsome man who pursued her has gone from the spiritual world to the underworld.

"Uncle Yiyang, I'm here again! Why do you never go to see me every time I come to see you?"

The girl came with the wind and snow, with a few cold plum petals on her black hair, and she snorted prettyly, picked up the cup on the table and took a sip of water.

Song Yiyang looked at the cup she had drunk and was holding water, and frowned slightly: "Rou'er, you are not young anymore, you should know that there is a difference between men and women."

Only then did Long Yirou notice that the cup he had just used it. Her little face turned red, she put down the cup and said, "Uncle Yiyang, why are you so stingy? They just use your cup. I will wash it clean later."

Seeing that he didn't say anything, she thought he was angry, so she hurried over and hugged his arm and shook it, and said intimately: "Okay, Uncle Yiyang, don't be angry, grandfather, grandmother, and brother urge me to practice every day. Didn't I finally come out?

When my parents take us to the Eternal Realm, it will be difficult to see you at that time!"

Hearing the three words "Eternal Life", Song Yiyang frowned invisibly.

No one is unclear how big the gap between the immortal world and the immortal world is.

If she had gone to the Eternal Realm, she might not have seen her for many years.

He was silent, Long Yirou didn't know his emotional changes. He never liked to talk, but she said too much. She sat beside him, chattering about the experiences and some interesting things in the fairy world in recent days.

In the past, he would always curl his lips and smile, but today, there was no smile in his narrow phoenix eyes.

He was wearing a red dress and Buddhist beads in his hand, but he looked extremely lonely.

Long Yirou's voice gradually stopped.

"Uncle Yiyang, are you in a bad mood? Are you having a bottleneck in your cultivation?

Or..." "No, you go back, I'm ready to go into seclusion."

Song Yiyang closed his phoenix eyes and kept people from thousands of miles away.

Long Yirou opened her mouth and pursed her lips a little aggrievedly: "It's not easy for me to come out. Can't you accompany me to have dinner, drink tea and then go into seclusion?"

"Go back."

He sighed slightly.
Chapter completed!