In the northern suburbs of Jueying City, there is the General Administration of Xian Bureau.
The place where immortals work.
Zheng Zhi swung his arms wildly and walked quickly, as if someone was chasing behind him, and rushed into the office of the chief director, Huai Huang.
In such a dark night, Huaihuang only lit a small night light, but he could still see at a glance that the iron flower he had accidentally obtained a few days ago was placed on his large table.
His eyes never left it, just like a girl who finally got close to her beloved. No matter how many times she looked at it, she still liked it and didn't feel disgusted at all.
"Boss, guess who I just met?" Zheng Zhi sat down in front of Huai Huang without saying a word, picked up a cup of tea on the table, and drank it all in one breath, regardless of who drank it or what it was used for. .
Huaihuang then looked away from the little flower, glanced at Zheng Zhi, and said, "That's the water I used to feed the birds five days ago."
Zheng Zhi made a face and said he didn't care.
"Have you seen Taoist Heitian?" Huaihuang looked at this child-like capable subordinate and said with a smile: "The Intelligence Bureau just sent someone here, saying that Taoist Heitian is currently in a flower building on Caohua Street. I don't know where he is. Do something."
"Ah? Heitian is also on Caohua Street? No wonder his only son appears nearby, but the person I want to talk about is not their father and son, but Xie Mian." Zheng Zhi's eyes flashed and he lowered his tone slightly. .
"Xie Mian?" Huaihuang stroked his beard and stood up from his seat, "For hundreds of years, we have been trying to find and contact this person to no avail. All kinds of rumors and information are based on speculation. Some say that he was Sent to Taiyi, some said he went away, and some said there was no such person in this world. How could he appear at this moment? Have you confirmed it? "
"There are also two Heavenly Lords from Huanjiao, a fairy, and the young master of Taoist Heitian. They can't admit their mistakes. Moreover, this Xie Mian does look a bit like our lord, quite a bit. He has a handsome and elegant appearance, and as for his strength, this person is the most powerful person I have ever seen." Zheng Zhi looked serious, trying his best to recall the shock that Xie Mian brought to him after he appeared.
"Does it give people a feeling of coming and going freely?"
"Yes, yes, it feels like this. It's like a gust of wind. Boss, it seems that the rumors are probably true."
Huaihuang nodded, pondered for a moment, opened a wooden box at hand, took out an iron flower that was almost identical to the one on the table, and handed it to Zheng Zhi, "Put this away. If you have the chance to see me again, When no one is around, show it to Xie Mian and see how he reacts."
Zheng Zhi's eyes lit up, "Is this an imitation?"
Huaihuang nodded, "I asked people from the Equipment Bureau to rush out the sample overnight. Now the Equipment Bureau is working overtime and is in full production."
Zheng Zhi put the iron flower in the palm of his hand, and his face showed the same infatuation as if he saw his first love. He looked at it for a long time, and then sighed: "It's a pity that he is too fast, and my boys can't do it at all." We cannot trace his whereabouts, but as long as he is still in Jueying City, we will always find him."
"He won't leave. He only obeys the orders of the Reverend. And that Reverend is probably also in Jueying City at this time, but no one knows who he is and what he is doing."
"Ah?" Zheng Zhi then raised his head from the gaze of his first love and said with a look of astonishment.
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Caohua Street.
There was a flower girl, dressed in rags and unkempt, holding a large handful of bright and enchanting flowers.
The colorful flowers are particularly beautiful on the street. Some flower lovers stop to buy them, but they can’t tell whether it is a peony, a peony, or a fake velvet flower?
The flower girl said that each person can only buy one flower, and each flower is worth gold.
Some people laughed at her because she was crazy about money, and they laughed a little. From then on, she never had any good luck in her life.
There is always someone who knows the goods, exchanges all the money he has, buys a flower, and not long after leaving with the flower, he suddenly meets the best friend he has wanted to see for many years.
A wealthy local man saw this and offered to buy the flower girl's flowers. The flower girl smiled and said that the flowers belonging to members of the Communist Party of China were not brought today and she asked him to buy them elsewhere.
The next day, someone found the rich man dead in the back garden of a house, holding a bouquet of wild chrysanthemums in his hand, his eyes closed, his face peaceful, and his mouth smiling.
Another immortal said that he did not want to buy flowers and wanted to buy the flower girl back to be his wife. The flower girl cried very sadly and said that she was not valuable, but the flowers were not sold out and she would be beaten severely by the owner when she returned. whipped.
The flower girl rolled up her sleeves and opened her clothes to show the scars on her thin body to the peach-faced immortal.
When the immortal saw it, he didn't feel pity, but felt more excited, so he hurriedly comforted him and said, "It doesn't matter, you take me to see your master, and I will help you get out of the sea of suffering."
But the flower girl insisted on selling all her flowers, so the immortal had to follow her. But after following her, after walking a few streets, he felt that his steps and eyelids were getting heavier. Suddenly, he was directly in the middle of the busy street. He fell to the ground and fell asleep.
Nine months later, he woke up in a valley full of blooming flowers. He was surprised and even more shocked. He found that this valley was extremely familiar, and it was exactly where the mountain gate where he practiced was. When he walked further inside, Surprisingly, he discovered that the entire valley and the teachers and classmates he knew in the valley, his wife, children, relatives, and even a dog and a few chickens at home were all covered with bright and coquettish flowers.
It was very similar to the flowers he saw that night held by the flower girl.
When he stood there and cried bitterly, he soon discovered that his feet had turned into flower stems, and his body began to bloom, and he was about to bloom into a flower.
A flower that shines with strange and evil colors.
The flower girl continued to sell, and no one noticed that every time she sold a flower, she changed her face. Sometimes it was a boy, sometimes it was a little monster, and sometimes she had no face at all.
Soon, there was only one flower left in the big bouquet in her hand.
A simple, innocent little white flower, but no one can name it.
She saw a pair of young men on the bridge in front of her. The woman was a fairy, and the man was a little depressed, with his head lowered, looking at something randomly.
Suddenly, the fairy who was talking nicely suddenly stepped forward and kissed the young man.
From such a distance, the flower girl could sense the young man's embarrassment and bewilderment.
She saw many interesting things in him.
"That's him." The flower girl thought to herself, then she changed her face again, hurried a few steps forward, and handed the little flower to the two of them.
"Master, today is the Valentine's Day, please buy a flower for this beautiful fairy sister."
