When Gong Yangbo from Furong Town was on his way to the Imperial City, he was about to arrive at the Imperial City.
Xiaodie and Huajiao in the East China Sea once again received a letter from Li Xiuyuan sent by Peacock. The letter pointed out the place for the three of them to go, the place an old woman told Li Xiuyuan.
After listening to Li Xiuyuan's grievances between Gongyang Bo, Helian Mingyue and the owner of Lingxian Island, the old woman understood that Li Xiuyuan did not want to get involved in these people's grievances.
Therefore, there is no need for Xiao Die'er and the other three to stay on Xianyun Island.
Just before the winter solstice, Laogui left Xianyun Island with Pianpian and Peacock, Xiaodieer and Huajiao, and went to his own island with Crow.
A small island called Taiping Island, this is also the island Li Xiuyuan is going to.
And Li Xiuyuan's intuition told him that the place where he, Xiaodie'er and others finally left must be a small island in the East China Sea.
Since it's not Fairy Island, and he doesn't want to go to Xianyun Island, then it can only be Taiping Island where the old lady asked Xiaodie'er and others to go.
The old woman didn't say anything about this, so Li Xiuyuan naturally wouldn't ask.
The time has not yet come, and now his mind is on the palace on the mountain.
The snowflakes in winter, like the clouds in the sky, come and go. Unconsciously, the days pass between his fingers day by day.
He has no sadness or joy about the future of this island, he is just waiting for the last moment to come.
Because the last square of bluestone on the dome of the palace was finally closed, and the rest was the interior decoration of the palace.
The decorative materials have been prepared long ago, and they are just waiting for the capping to be completed, and countless craftsmen can complete the next process.
These days, he no longer goes to the mountains, he has completed what he has to do.
In Zhang San's words, the masons at the foot of the mountain are currently just completing some repairs on the stone steps on the mountain, and Li Xiuyuan is no longer needed to do the work.
Now, Li Xiuyuan has more time to make tea in the bamboo shed under the trees at the foot of the mountain and think about his own thoughts.
I wonder if there will really be a spiritual rain on this island in spring.
Let craftsmen like Zhang San who have worked hard for several years, let those businessmen, monks, and even coolies who came to the East China Sea with dreams get everything they want in their dreams.
When he told the old woman in front of him this idea, she was silent for several days and did not answer the question.
Perhaps in the old man's opinion, it is a bit arrogant and unreasonable for a mortal to try to figure out God's thoughts.
Li Xiuyuan didn't mind the old man's silence. After all, he had seen miracles in three different worlds.
Even if it happens again in the East China Sea, he won't be surprised.
The young man at the foot of the mountain is looking forward to the spring breeze, and so is the woman on the mountain.
The Queen of the Mountain was on the terrace of the main hall, watching the tree at the foot of the mountain holding a small knife, splitting the purple bamboo into strips, and starting to weave, she couldn't help but frown slightly.
I thought to myself that mortals are mortals, and after finally finishing the work on the mountain, they rested.
He actually played with a bunch of purple bamboos and wanted to weave a five-cent bamboo hat? Or a bamboo chair?
Or do you want to use the purple bamboo in your hand to weave a worthless ornament and dedicate it to yourself on the mountain at the last moment, in order to get that elusive spiritual rain?
How ridiculous.
She is also looking forward to the spring breeze at the moment, hoping that when the palace is completed, it will be the beginning of spring.
She would use this majestic lotus palace, a palace filled with fine wine, and the secrets buried in her heart to offer sacrifices to God, begging for a chance to ascend.
When she heard the young man asking the old man whether there would be a spiritual rain on the mountain in spring, she finally couldn't help but giggle.
For this day, she had already asked someone to send a message to her brother on Xianyun Island, and even wrote a letter to Helian Mingyue who was in the Imperial City.
Invite them to come here in spring to witness the miracle with her.
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When Xiao Dieer, Huajiao and others followed Lao Gui and took a boat to Taiping Island for fun.
Peacock told Lao Turtle that she had a feeling that the day when she would become a human was getting closer.
After taking his pulse, Old Turtle came to the conclusion that it would be summer if not next spring, and this was a day that even the little princess Pianpian of Xianyun Island had been waiting for a long time.
Pianpian is the owner of Xianyun Island, Yu Mingjun, a man who divorced out of anger at Helian Mingyue.
In order to compromise with his sister, the man who angered the Queen of Wandao Imperial City, if Li Xiuyuan were here, he could compare Yu Mingjun with the headmaster of Tianyun Mountain.
They are all kind-hearted but cowardly men.
After holding on for many years and not being forgiven by Helian Mingyue, he remarried a woman from Donghai Island and later gave birth to the little princess Yu Pianpian.
Yu Pianpian originally wanted to go to Queen Wandao to see the legendary aunt, so she did not hesitate to join the Zoroastrian Cult.
Who would have thought that before she could meet Helian Mingyue, she would be obsessed with the law enforcement elder and almost die in the Central Plains.
This made Old Turtle so angry that Xianyun Island and Taiping Island in the East China Sea were all under the jurisdiction of Lord Yu Ming. They no longer received merchants and monks from the imperial city.
Spring was approaching, and after Yu Mingjun, who was staying on Xianyun Island, received a letter from his sister, he once again thought of Helian Mingyue who was far away in the imperial city.
Because his sister Yu Xian'er told him that she also wrote to Helian Mingyue who was far away in Wandao Imperial City, asking her to come to Fairy Island at the beginning of spring.
Yu Mingjun, who originally no longer thought about going to Fairy Island, couldn't help but think about those old things.
Fortunately, his daughter had already followed Lao Gui to Taiping Island, and Lao Gui didn't tell him that he would bring his daughter back in the spring.
From this point of view, even if a storm blows on Fairy Island, it will not fall on Lingyun Island.
He was a little moved.
Not to mention anything else, just the fact that Helian Mingyue was coming to Fairy Island was worth a visit, not to mention that his sister's current cultivation level far surpassed that of his brother.
It goes without saying that Yu Xianer is really waiting for that elusive opportunity to ascend in spring.
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Just like the current imperial city.
Gongyang Bo, who set out from Furong Town, traveled over the mountains and ridges to the palace, and met Yun Qingjiao, who had become somewhat unfamiliar.
Looking at Gongyang Bo, who was unfamiliar and even middle-aged, Yun Qingjiao didn't even dare to recognize him.
Until Helian Mingyue told her that the man in front of her was the old man she met in the forest in Furong Town.
Yun Qingjiao exclaimed and said with emotion: "This world is so magical."
Helian Mingyue smiled bitterly and said: "It's not that this world is magical, it's that we met a magical person. It's a pity that you have erased him from your memory."
It was Helian Mingyue who came back from Furong Town and regained her vitality after breaking through the realm. She mentioned to Qingjiao the boy she met in the mountains and forests.
Qingjiao couldn't remember it either. Maybe this was fate.
Just like the light rain in Tantai gently erased Watson from his memory... Fortunately, Qingjiao in front of him still remembered the old man he met while living in the mountains and forests.
Gongyang Bo looked at Yun Qingjiao's appearance and couldn't help but sigh: "When you were still a green snake, I'm afraid you didn't expect to achieve such an achievement today, right?"
Yun Qingjiao looked at the old man and smiled lightly: "This is all the credit of the master. I just suffered some hardships."
When Helian Mingyue heard this, she could only look at Gong Yangbo and smile bitterly: "Forget it, I will take her with me in a few days. I hope she can recall it before Li Xiuyuan leaves."
Gongyang Bo shook his head and replied disapprovingly: "Sometimes, completely forgetting is not a good thing. Remembering too many things makes people tired of living."
Upon hearing this, Yun Qingjiao couldn't help but ask: "Master, are you going out with senior? Do you want to take me with you?"
Helian Mingyue took her hand and replied quietly: "We went to settle the cause and effect of the past and let you go and see the islands in the East China Sea."
Yun Qingjiao nodded thoughtfully: "Past Tianshui Town is Haiyun Town. I haven't gone to that place yet."
Gongyang Bo thought for a while and asked: "So, she is going to send a big ship to pick us up?"
Helian Mingyue smiled faintly: "Without a ship, how can we go to the East China Sea?"
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When weaving in his spare time, Li Xiuyuan wants to weave a bamboo hat, and he is also weaving the memory of Ershan on Tianshan Mountain.
The old woman picked up a thin piece of bamboo strips from the table, looked at the scriptures carved on it and some irregular lines, and couldn't help but ask: "Why are Buddhist scriptures carved on it?"
In her opinion, such a time-consuming and labor-intensive weaving of a bamboo hat with Buddhist scriptures cannot increase Li Xiuyuan's cultivation, and it cannot really allow the Buddhas to bless him with smooth sailing.
The magical knife in Li Xiuyuan's hand did not stop.
He was not only thinking about himself in Tianshan Mountain, but also thinking about the situation when he was casting these two engraved knives and those iron arrows under Luoxia Mountain.
After thinking about it, he smiled and said, "When I was sick and bored in the mountains as a child, I also knitted a bamboo hat. It was also covered with scriptures. I was just weaving memories..."
He couldn't explain the magic of lines.
Even he didn't know whether it would be useful to carve these lines on the edges of Buddhist scriptures?
Just like he spent several months knitting when he was ill, now he is just taking advantage of the fact that the spring breeze has not yet come and there is still light snow falling in the sky to weave a bamboo hat to protect him from the wind and rain.
I also weave those memories that are about to be forgotten, and those times that I can’t go back into, into this little bamboo hat.
The old woman thought about the woman on the mountain and couldn't help but smile: "I think the woman on the mountain must also be watching you knitting. What do you think she will think?"
"She? What else can he think?"
Li Xiuyuan looked up at the misty mountain top and laughed at himself: "In her eyes, my mother-in-law and I are just ants in the world, looking forward to the next spring for a spiritual rain that will change our destiny."
The old woman also turned to look at the palace in the mist and said, "Do you believe there will be spiritual rain?"
"Why don't you believe it?"
Li Xiuyuan began to weave the first piece of bamboo strips on the bamboo hat, and replied casually: "We must always have dreams in our lives. What if, one day, we will realize them?"
"Just like Brother Zhang and the coolies, businessmen, and monks trapped on the island, if they didn't have a single thought in their hearts, they would have gone crazy."
Li Xiuyuan murmured to himself: "If you keep thinking about it, there will be echoes."
The old woman put down the piece of bamboo she was holding in her hand, sighed softly, and asked, "Then, what is it that you are obsessed with?"
"My thoughts are many, but they are also very simple."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and replied: "What I want now is to take Xiaodie'er and the others out of this world and go to the place I want to go after solving the trouble here in the spring."
"What kind of place can make you never forget it?" the old woman asked gently.
With her eye consciousness retracted from the top of the mountain, the old woman stretched out her hand to gather together a pile of bamboo strips on the table.
After weighing it gently, a faint golden light disappeared into these bamboo strips.
Submerged in those irregular lines and those neatly crafted Buddhist scriptures.
Li Xiuyuan did not see the old woman's actions, but quietly replied: "A place where Xiao Die'er can become a mortal."
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