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Chapter 121: Three Lives and Three Worlds Peach Blossoms 3

Sang Ji had never seen such a beautiful scenery before, and he could not help but hold his breath, fearing that he would disturb the quiet peach forest.

Everyone says that the Ten Miles of Peach Forest of the Supreme God Zheyan is breathtakingly beautiful, but few people know that the back mountain of Kunlun Ruins has even more beautiful scenery.

His eyes involuntarily searched for Chu Hua's figure, and finally he found her in an open space in the forest.

Chu Huan sat on the ground, surrounded by peach petals, as if a quiet barrier was set up for her.

Chu Huan closed her eyes, held the jade flute in her hand, and played a melodious piece of music. Her figure seemed like a dream, floating with the sound of the flute. Sang Ji was intoxicated by the sound, and his admiration for this fairy deepened.

But such a scene seemed incompatible with a worldly being like him, and he suddenly felt powerless and ashamed.

Just when Sang Ji was immersed in the music, the music suddenly stopped. Chu Huan slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of confusion in her bright eyes.

She looked around, as if looking for something. Sang Ji was panicking at this time, afraid of being discovered, so he quickly hid behind a thick peach tree.

"Who's there?" Chu Huan's voice was like the morning bell and evening drum, clear and pure.

Sang Ji's heart was beating like a drum. He swore that he just wanted to take another look and had no other thoughts. When he was hesitating whether to show up, something strange happened in the peach forest.

The forest was filled with light, and a powerful aura rose straight into the sky. Chu Hua immediately stood up and rushed towards the light.

Sang Ji was afraid of the reputation of the God of War Mo Yuan, but his curiosity and admiration drove him to follow Chu Hua.

At this moment, Mo Yuan was standing under the tree, his eyes as cold and piercing as the frozen Kunwu Abyss in winter.

"Lord Mo... Lord Mo Yuan..." Sang Ji spoke with difficulty, trying to explain his unintentional mistake.

Mo Yuan didn't even look back, but his voice was like ancient thunder, shaking Sang Ji's entire consciousness.

Sang Ji staggered and almost stumbled.

"Get out." Mo Yuan's voice rang out again, and this time even the coldness hidden behind his anger was so obvious.

Sang Ji did not dare to neglect him and turned around to leave, but he felt mixed emotions in his heart. He knew that his wishful thinking would probably never bear fruit.

Mo Yuan's anger and Chu Hua's innocence made him completely lose confidence in this invisible battlefield.

He walked hurriedly, just wanting to get away from this place that he loved and feared.

Mo Yuan walked gently to Chu Hua's side, his eyes fixed on the jade bone flute in her hand.

"I've heard that the immortal's flute music is peerless, and today I'm fortunate enough to hear it." There was a hint of respect in Mo Yuan's voice. He sat down next to the guqin, and a rippling melody flowed from his fingertips.

Chu Huan was startled for a moment, then smiled, as bright as spring.

"If Lord Mo Yuan likes it, I will often play for you in the future."

Her voice was like the breeze in a peach forest, with a touch of intoxicating tenderness.

Mo Yuan nodded slightly, a hint of unnoticeable tenderness flashed in his deep eyes, and he took the other jade harp handed to him by Chu Hua.

The sound of the zither and flute lingered in the distance. The tacit understanding between the two was as tight as the strings of a zither. When the song ended, the sound seemed to linger in the peach forest.

Sang Ji stood at the end of the winding path in the peach forest, feeling as if his heart was being pierced by thousands of needles.

He had never seen Mo Yuan and Chu Hua standing side by side. To Sang Ji, all this was both beautiful and bitter.

Chu Huan's laughter was still as sweet and clear as a song. Combined with Mo Yuan's piano playing, the heaven and earth seemed to be moved.

He had never thought about the relationship between Lord Mo Yuan and Immortal Chu Hua in detail. Now it seemed that everything his father had planned was just wishful thinking.

Sang Ji sighed, realizing his own folly and hopelessness, and turned and left.

After returning to the Ninth Heaven, Sang Ji looked solemn. He staggered forward through the mist at the entrance of the temple. The struggle and anxiety in his heart were like a huge rock that kept rising and falling.

The atmosphere in Lingxiao Palace was solemn.

Sang Ji's father sat on a high seat, his brows full of solemnity.

"Sang Ji, we can see the Immortal Chu Hua on this trip."

"Father, I have indeed seen the Immortal Chu Hua, and the gifts I prepared have been handed over to the Supreme God Mo Yuan."

"Well, what impression does the Immortal Chu Hua have of you? Can you talk to her?"

Sang Ji looked flustered and didn't know what to say.

"Father, I did have a conversation with the Immortal, but because the Immortal Mo Yuan was with me, I did not dare to overstep the line."

Sang Ji's words were flawless, and it could be considered as giving him a chance.

"Well, if that's the case, then pick a time and go to Kunlun Ruins with me to ask for the hand of Chu Hua, the Immortal. Do you understand?"

The Lord of Heaven stroked his beard and said so shamelessly.

Sang Ji was half worried and half happy. He didn't know what the relationship was between Lord Mo Yuan and Immortal Chu Hua, but this was his last chance!

"My son understands!"

Chu Hua's life here is really comfortable. After ascending to immortality, she no longer needs to practice hard for the time being and can rest and recuperate.

Mo Yuan also enjoyed his leisure time and often did not show up for several days, staying with Chu Hua the whole time.

But there are always those ignorant people who want to disturb them.

The good times for the two did not last long. Tianjun, Sang Ji and others came from the Ninth Heaven with rolling wheels and flying dust, heading straight for Kunlun Ruins, with a determination not to give up until the goal was achieved.

When the disciples of Kunlunxu saw the team of the Heavenly Monarch, they hurried to find Mo Yuan and Chu Hua, with worried expressions on their faces: "Master, this is bad. The Heavenly Monarch has come here personally with his men. It seems like something big is going to happen."

Mo Yuan frowned, wondering how could this Heavenly Lord be so ignorant of the rules? Not to mention him, even his former classmates, the Fox Emperor and Donghua, would symbolically hand over a visiting card if they wanted to see him.

Although he was unhappy, he didn't want to offend the Emperor of Heaven.

He said to the disciple calmly: "It's okay, let them come."

Tianjun and his entourage soon arrived at the Kunlun Ruins Palace. At this moment, Sang Ji's heartbeat could almost be heard. He was both looking forward to and nervous about seeing Chu Hua again. He knew that today might be the day that would decide his lifelong event.

The broad sleeves of the Heavenly Monarch's robe fluttered in the wind, and his eyes were filled with unquestionable majesty, yet he did not lose respect for Mo Yuan.

He immediately looked directly at Mo Yuan and said, "Lord Mo Yuan, I came here to ask you to let go of the Immortal Chu Hua and allow her to become my son's concubine."

Chu Huan was slightly stunned when she heard these sudden words, but she was very smart and immediately understood the intention of the person who came today.

The tenderness in Mo Yuan's eyes was replaced by a hint of coldness. He did not give in at all: "Maybe the Lord of the Nine Heavens has been the Lord for too long and has forgotten who he is!"

Sang Ji's heart was in his throat. He had never seen Lord Mo Yuan speak so harshly and harshly, and he even used his status to bully others.

Chu Hua nervously grabbed the corner of Mo Yuan's sleeve. The smile on her face had disappeared, replaced by tension and fear.

Mo Yuan patted the back of her hand gently, signaling her not to worry.