It seems to be three minutes in the night, the candlelight in the clean room is dim, and the smoke of incense is swaying like wisps. The young man is meditating with his eyes closed under the incense burner. There is only a screen window behind him. The moonlight is faint, and the plum shadow is slanted across the window, which is also graceful. Between his exquisite eyebrows.
The floating light ball tirelessly circled around him, sometimes far and sometimes near. The immortal in the ninth heaven used it as his own eyes. From different angles and distances, he could always see the other person sitting in meditation day after day. Discover some new beauty.
Occasionally, the Immortal would deliberately lean into his ear and suddenly start speaking in a deep voice. He seemed to enjoy creating this illusion of ear-to-side rubbing for his subordinates——
"Every time I see you, it seems like you are always practicing."
"You are already immortal, why do you have to suffer so much? There are many joys in this world, which are far more interesting than practicing cultivation."
"There is a difference between the heaven and the cultivation world. You can't always act the same way as before. The improvement you gained from practicing hard in the cultivation world may be achieved by making a right friend in heaven."
The young man kept his eyes closed the whole time, just like a statue and turned a deaf ear.
"Did you know?" The immortal looked at the man's eyebrows crazily, "Especially for someone like you, making friends is easy."
"Don't escape..." He began to trace the beautiful bridge of his nose with his eyes again, "I feel your escape. It is not easy to become an immortal. We have all gone through thousands of tribulations before we can have the same chance. This is a great fate. Naturally It’s not too late to cherish it, no one will have any ill intentions, you have to try to open your heart.”
"But you are always unwilling to talk to others, and you are reticent even on official matters. Sanqing Palace has indeed given you maximum freedom in execution, but it is difficult for a person to accomplish such a major event that changes the world. Since I do In order to support your superior, I will naturally try my best to stop you, but if I can't slap you, if you are really willing to rely on me, why are you still holding back until now?"
His eyes finally fell on the pale lips, and it was difficult to look away. "Perhaps you still don't know me too well," his voice became hoarse. "It's okay to be incomprehensible when we first meet each other, but we hope to see each other sincerely over time." , give me a little more patience, eh?"
The last "hmm" was like a deliberate sigh. Even though I was fully prepared mentally, it still had the miraculous effect of making people's scalp numb. The meditating young man couldn't hold it in for a moment, and the trembling in his teeth almost appeared in front of the light ball.
The immortal wanted to continue his "heart-to-heart talk", but at this moment, the incense stick burned to the last part, and a small puff of white smoke burst out, and then everything dimmed, and all the pictures disappeared in an instant.
The way of heaven resists the intervention of the upper world, so each time communication is usually no more than one stick of incense. It is common for two people to suddenly lose contact like this. He waved his hand regretfully, dispersing the darkness where the beauty was no longer visible.
"Oh my god, I really want to kill someone!!"
The moment the ball of light dispersed, the young man who was meditating jumped up like a monkey whose curse had been removed. He stumbled and stepped on his too-long white hair, almost falling flat on his face.
"When will these days come to an end?" He wailed and touched his scalp. His overly handsome face was now droopy. His expression and disheveled posture as he stood up were quite disgraceful. He mumbled and kicked. He walked to the door step by step and pushed open the doors on both sides. Bright light diffused in instantly, illuminating the dark and quiet room, and the candlelight and plum shadows disappeared in the middle of the night like an illusion.
His white hair and astonishing appearance disappeared as if they were hallucinations. He took out a bronze mirror out of thin air and looked at himself. In the mirror was a woman's beautiful face, and he even straightened his hairpin in a serious manner.
Alas, thanks to the fact that he has been portraying Bai Lian for so many years, otherwise he would not have been able to endure the scene just now, even if he didn't have to read a single line.
When Chuanxiong received the order to be the substitute for his master, he was completely confused. Even if he dares to shout a few times because he is the direct follower of his lord, it does not mean that his admiration and respect for his lord are mixed! The Lord of his family, the Lord of Shangqing, the head of Kunlun, the Emperor Xuan of Junzhou, it is no exaggeration to say that he is the Holy Light in the entire history of cultivation! What is the virtue of Ligusticum Chuanxiong? In the past few hundred years, even men have been too lazy to do it, so they have simply started to do it as women. Given his ten courages, he wouldn't dare to tarnish the nobility...and beauty of his family like this!
However, it is said that if the king wants his ministers to die, they must die. Besides, his king did not come to ask for his opinion. They just made a routine announcement, and the one-to-one high-definition three-dimensional version of the Qing Dynasty Jun Lian Dynasty camouflage installation package directly covered his face. Smashed into his tomb. As long as that strange little ball of light lights up, he will automatically transform.
"That is the communication medium between heaven and me, no need to make a fuss." His master was very plain.
"Heaven...Tiantian Tianjie..." Chuanxiong trembled, unable to speak clearly, "Is that light ball on the other side..."
"He is a priest from Yangtian." His Majesty paused for a moment before adding, "The heavens are divided into Penglai, Dongtian, and Yangtian. Yangtian is the leader, and his rank is quite high." It means to call him He had better restrain himself and not let himself go suddenly.
Ligusticum Chuanxiong, let alone letting yourself go, Ligusticum Chuanxiong will make your legs weak. Becoming an immortal is already an unattainable limit for ordinary people in the cultivation world. Now he actually has to face a big boss among immortals? ! !
"This... this is, after all, a matter between the Immortal and Your Majesty. I really don't dare to..." He said with a mournful face, "I am incompetent. If the Immortal asks about any serious matters, I will reveal the truth and ruin your Majesty's life." What should I do with my plan?"
"Oh, what 'serious matters' can he ask?" His Majesty put his hands behind his hands and said expressionlessly, "Just be a mosquito and snort at anything he says. Remember to remain unchanged in the face of ever-changing circumstances."
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Facts have proved that what his lord said is true.
Ligusticum chuanxiong wanted to roar from the bottom of her heart, are all the gods in the sky so idle? ! ! Such poor communication conditions and a small amount of call time, but the whole process is full of nonsense? ? And those words, they don’t seem to be a big deal when heard alone, but coupled with the strange tone of this immortal, why are they so permeable? ? ?
Chuan Xiong, a steely straight man from the cross-dressing sect, has been tortured for several times, and now he just wants to express his deep sympathy to his lord. To deal with the harassment of such a colleague who seems to have an abnormal mind, anyone would indeed have a nervous breakdown, and then Resist perfunctory.
Being himself again, Chuanxiong deeply feels the beauty of the world. The sky here is blue, the grass is green, and a mountain cherry tree is in full bloom at the end of the sight, with pink and white flowers densely covered. There was a graceful beauty leaning under the flower tree, the dazzling sunlight and flower shadows swaying on her jade flesh, and three silver metal balls slowly rotating around her.
The beauty's eyes were open, and they looked at each other. She said, "Were you pretending to be my uncle just now?"
"..."
Xu Feiqiong was taught by Xiaoxiang Zhenjun Shi Mingyu, who was the direct younger brother of Shangqing Jun Zhenger Ba Jing.
"No, you are wrong!" Chuanxiong, who transformed into "Baizhi", silently wiped the cold sweat in her heart and made a decisive decision.
Xu Feiqiong said seriously, "I'm not wrong," she paused, "blaspheming the appearance of the head of Kunlun is a serious crime."
Chuanxiong: "..." The one who blasphemed the leader was not me, but him! I'm just an innocent substitute who can't help myself! !
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Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~
Thanks to the little angel who irrigates [nutrient solution]:
Candy?° 2 bottles;
Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!
