"I like it very much, thank you Master."
"I've already said it, there's no need to say thank you between us."
"Then I like it very much." Shui Miaomiao tapped her hand on the ribbon, looked up and looked for Wen Renxian and asked, "Should we set off?"
"That's almost it." Wen Renxian bent down and picked up Shui Miaomiao.
This time there was no pillow in Shui Miaomiao's arms. Being unsteady, she subconsciously hugged Wen Renxian's neck and screamed softly.
"Sorry, I forgot to mention it in advance."
"Hmm~~." Shui Miaomiao shook her head, "Master said we should go, but I was too slow to react."
The corners of Wen Renxian's mouth turned up, and he hugged Shui Miaomiao tightly in his arms. Only when Shui Miaomiao calmed down, he slowly let go of his hand, and his sleeves brushed against Wen Renxian's neck with nostalgia.
"It will be more stable if you hug her." Wen Renxian suggested.
"Can"
Wen Renxian lowered his head and lifted Shui Miaomiao's loose hand, "It doesn't matter if it's like this."
He was carried all the way to the gate of Jiuyao Capital. The place where the ceremony was held was still some distance away from Jiuyao Capital. Jiao Pingzao prepared a carriage and thoughtfully attached a brochure of activities.
As the carriage drove towards its destination, Wen Renxian read to Shui Miaomiao.
"Ling, stupid bird?"
"It's a feathered sand bird." Wen Renxian spread out Shui Miaomiao's palm and wrote on it.
Itching, Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but smile, took back her hand and put it in front of her chest, "Are we going to ride this sand bird soon?"
"Well, whoever shoots down the Golden Crow will ride the feathered sand bird around the desert to enjoy the scenery. At the same time, he will sprinkle the powder forged from the feathers and bones of the Golden Crow to bless the entire desert. I heard that this powder will dry up the waterways in the desert. The spring surged instantly, causing vegetation to grow on the sand..."
"Wow, that's amazing." Shui Miaomiao sighed. No wonder the Moye people were so enthusiastic about the Golden Crow Chasing Ceremony. It turned out to be this factor. Shui Miaomiao thought to herself, it's just a pity that the Moye scenery and such wonders, she It's out of sight.
Wen Renxian saw Shui Miaomiao's thoughts, threw the booklet aside, and stayed with Shui Miaomiao quietly, "It will be fine."
When they arrived at their destination, Shui Miaomiao was carried out of the carriage by Wen Renxian.
Jiao Pingzao put on his colorful sacrificial clothes again. There were many people watching the ceremony. It was not obvious that Mo Ye had suffered a huge natural disaster, but the number of people attending the ceremony was much lower than before.
In the past, with nine Golden Crows, at least five or six people would participate in the final ceremony, but now there are only four people. Needless to say, Shui Miaomiao is arrogant and heroic. Needless to say, there are two monks who shot down one Golden Crow each, and the rest were killed by Shui Miaomiao. Divided with Jiao Yingqing.
Jiao Yingqing also said that he was specially trained by Shui Miaomiao... Jiao Pingzao looked away and thought about it, he should be angry. He could only say that he was worthy of being the disciple of Chengxian Yuanzun, a raccoon dog.
I have to say that Jiao Ping Zao Qi Gui Qi's arrangements were very thoughtful.
Ordinary people, such as the two monks, jumped onto the back of the feathered sand bird and stood proudly. If they had not participated in this session, they would have become famous by now, but now they are destined to be closely associated with the Sanshui Fairy in the Golden Crow Chasing Ceremony. Connected, they have no part in it.
Jiao Yingqing also jumped onto the Lingsha Bird, but she covered her face and never glanced in the direction of Shui Miaomiao.
Wen Renxian knew at a glance that it was not Jiao Yingqing, but a substitute of the same height and weight.
It seems that Jiao Yingqing feels that she has no face to meet people, but this is all her own fault. If she is absent, the topic will fall again, and Jiao Pingzao can only hire someone to pretend to be her.
Wen Renxian glanced at it briefly and then looked away. He had no intention of exposing it.
Looking at the carriage pulled by four feathered sandbirds in front of him, he described it in a whisper to Shui Miaomiao. It was unobstructed, but it was surrounded by gauze curtains and the seats were covered with soft cloth. It was very exquisite, and it was better than standing directly on the carriage. Much better on the back.
Knowing that Shui Miaomiao might be interested, Wen Renxian walked up to Ling Shaniao and asked, "Want to touch and see? Reach out. It's right in front of you. Don't be afraid. Just keep moving forward."
Shui Miaomiao listened to Wen Renxian's instructions and carefully stretched out her hand, touching it tentatively. What a magical touch!
Shui Miaomiao immediately put aside the fear of the unknown. She inserted her fingers into the feathers, as if holding a hand as silky as fine sand. It was obvious that one hand was not enough. Shui Miaomiao hugged Wen Renxian. The hands on his neck were also put up.
It's so strange. Shui Miaomiao couldn't help but smile. Isn't this bird really made of sand? Wouldn't it scatter when the wind blows?
Wen Renxian carefully described the appearance of the feathered sand bird in Shui Miaomiao's ear. This feathered sand bird is really beautiful and unique to the desert. Its feathers are like silk and satin, but when you touch it, it feels like it has fallen into fine sand.
"If Miaomiao likes it, we will raise one."
"Forget it, I can hardly afford to feed myself now. Since this feathered sand bird is unique to the desert and has gone to another place, I'm afraid it will be uncomfortable." Even though he said this, Shui Miaomiao still couldn't put it down. caressing the feathered sand bird.
"Miaomiao has a way to raise her."
Jiao Pingzao on the side couldn't stand it and had no choice but to remind him, "Cough, cough, cough."
He didn't want to get involved and disturb this harmonious scene, but if he wanted to let the two of them chat, he would miss the opportunity.
Wen Renxian glanced over displeasedly, looking at the sky and the ground with a feeling of uneasiness all over his body, suddenly wishing that his old eyes were dim and he didn't see anything.
Looking back, Wen Renxian hugged Shui Miaomiao and climbed onto the platform pulled by four feathered sandbirds.
In fact, he could keep holding Shui Miaomiao for as long as he wanted, but Jiao Pingzao prepared a place to sit. This was what Wen Renxian was most dissatisfied about, but it seemed that Shui Miaomiao was not too uncomfortable to be held in his arms all the time. comfortable.
Putting Shui Miaomiao gently on the seat, Wen Renxian asked, "How is it?"
"It's quite soft." Shui Miaomiao liked this and took the pillow behind her waist into her arms.
The horn sounded, and the noisy voice disappeared. It was a song that could only be hummed without words. It sounded very solemn. Shui Miaomiao couldn't see it, and she didn't have much interest in knowing what ceremony Jiao Pingzao was doing. She just wanted to know where. time to take off.
Feeling that the sound of the song was weakening, Shui Miaomiao asked, "Did it fly?"
"Already in heaven."
"But there is no wind." Shui Miaomiao stretched out her hand curiously, wondering.
After Shui Miaomiao finished speaking, the refreshing wind whistled by, earning her a series of smiles. Her hands wrapped around the curtain blown by the wind, bringing with it a sense of freedom.
"Jiao Pingzao was kind enough to impose the restriction." Wen Renxian explained that he had just lifted it and at the same time withdrew his spiritual power to block the wind. Shui Miaomiao didn't seem to like such excessive protection.
"Wind should be the freest thing." Shui Miaomiao murmured. The wind messed up her hair, but what she got was peace in her heart. "Master, what do you think?"
Is the wind free?
Wen Renxian didn't think so. A small spell could easily restrain the wind and make it free. Wherever Miaomiao was there, there was freedom, and the air had a sweet smell.
Without answering Shui Miaomiao's question, Wen Renxian looked outside and described the rare scenery below. Where the powder was scattered, the river meandered like a picture scroll. It must be magnificent...
