Fall: Rebirth

"Hill, what happened to you? Why is there blood on your body?" Wujiang, who was originally holding a potted plant, frowned when he saw the blood on Hill's body. He quickly put down the potted plant and asked with concern.

The injured Hill did not forget the etiquette because of his injury. He bowed slightly and then answered anxiously: "God, please don't worry, I am fine. It's just that the matter is urgent. May I ask if the Qingli God is in the temple?"

Wujiang shook his head and replied helplessly: "After the God sent you away from the God Realm yesterday, you have not seen him return yet."

Upon hearing this news, Hill's brows knitted tightly, and he muttered to himself: "The God has clearly returned to the God Realm, but he is not in the temple. Where on earth could he have gone?"

"Of course, we went to the Temple of Death. Normally, the God and the Ancient God like to stay there for a while. Feng Wan and I have gotten used to it." Wujiang said naturally.

"Thank you, God." Hill performed a standard etiquette to Wujiang, then pulled Jin Ran up and was about to turn around and leave.

"Wait! What happened to you? Your injuries seem to be quite serious. It's better not to run around. Let me go and find the God back. This way we can solve the problem faster." Wujiang noticed the wounds on Xi'er and Jin Ran and quickly stopped them.

Xi'er and Jin Ran stopped and turned around after hearing Wujiang's words. They looked at each other, and then Jin Ran looked at Xi'er and nodded slightly to show her agreement.

"In that case, I'll have to trouble the God. Please tell the Lord God that Li Feng was seriously injured not far outside the Chenchu ​​Palace. We can't get close to his body. Please go to rescue him as soon as possible." Hill said earnestly, his eyes full of sincerity.

"No problem." Wujiang agreed readily.

As soon as she finished speaking, she waved her sleeves lightly, and her figure instantly disappeared from Hill's sight.

At the same time, the Temple of Death was filled with a lively atmosphere.

Qingli lay on the thick trunk of the iron tree leisurely, as if she had merged into one with the tree. Her cheek pressed against the smooth bark, feeling the coolness brought by the iron tree.

"I've only been away from you for a short ten days, and I feel unwell all over. Only here can I truly find comfort and peace." Qingli gently patted the tree trunk and spoke softly.

After speaking, Qingli slowly closed his eyes and immersed himself in this moment of tranquility.

Chu Heng and Ling Han stood side by side, quietly standing in front of Ye You's bedroom door, looking at the figure with fluttering sleeves on the iron tree from afar.

"When will Master change his habit of climbing trees?" Chu Heng's eyes were fixed on Qingli in the distance, and he sighed softly.

Ling Han smiled slightly and continued, "It seems that the God always favors this iron tree."

"That's true. Although we have prepared a comfortable room for the Goddess Qingli, she doesn't care and prefers to rest on this iron tree. This has been the case for most of the time in the past 20,000 years. If it weren't for the matter of taking in a disciple, I'm afraid she would rarely set foot in her own palace." Zi Yu walked out of the house, shaking her head with emotion, her eyes revealing helplessness and pampering for Qingli's unique habits.

"Then why didn't Master bring us here before, and let Ling Han live in Chenchu ​​Palace as well?" Chu Heng frowned, a hint of doubt appeared on his face, and he couldn't help but ask.

"Perhaps it's because my Lord God was not in the temple during that period, and the Temple of Death was too deserted, so Lord God Qingli was afraid that you would not be used to it." Zi Yu smiled slightly and answered in a flat tone.

Ling Han listened to Zi Yu's words and nodded thoughtfully. He then began to look around, with a hint of worry in his eyes: "Now this courtyard is no longer as deserted as before. Will Master feel uncomfortable when he comes back?"

Zi Yu chuckled, seeming to find Ling Han's worry somewhat amusing: "How could that be?"

At this moment, Wujiang's figure appeared quietly under the tree like a light breeze. She was graceful and respectfully bowed to Qingli on the tree, saying softly, "God."

Qingli still had his eyes closed, as if he was sleeping, lying quietly on the tree trunk, and responded in a very soft voice: "What's the matter?"

"Xi'er and Jin Ran were injured and are now in Chenchu ​​Palace." Wujiang's voice was as light as a mosquito, as if he was afraid of disturbing Qingli.

Seeing Wujiang suddenly appear, Ziyu suddenly felt a little puzzled. She whispered softly, "Why did Wujiang suddenly come here? Normally, she would never come here unless she had something to do."

After hearing Zi Yu's words, Chu Heng and Ling Han couldn't help but look at each other, with confusion in their eyes.

After hearing Wujiang's words, Qingli, who was on the tree, suddenly opened her eyes which had been closed. Her body disappeared from the tree in an instant like a flash of lightning.

The next moment, she appeared in front of Wujiang like a ghost. She opened her red lips slightly, and her voice was as clear and melodious as a yellow oriole singing in a valley: "How did Xier get hurt?"

Wujiang did not dare to neglect him, and quickly replied respectfully: "Wujiang does not know, but Xi'er also said that Li Feng was also seriously injured not far from the Chenchu ​​Palace. They cannot get close. Please ask the God to go and rescue him."

After listening to Wujiang's report, Qingli slowly raised her eyes, her lips slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, as if she already knew everything about this matter. She said lightly: "He finally made this decision."

Although Wujiang didn't quite understand the meaning of Qingli's words, he felt a little relieved when he saw Qingli so calm and composed.

Before Wujiang could ask the reason, Qingli disappeared again in an instant, leaving Wujiang standing alone under the tree.

Seeing Qingli disappear, Wujiang also waved his sleeves, and disappeared from the spot in an instant like a wisp of smoke.

"What happened in such a hurry?" Zi Yu at the side couldn't help but frowned and muttered to himself.

Chu Heng saw Wujiang coming and going in a hurry, as if he had something urgent to do, and he couldn't help but frowned. He turned to look at Ziyu, bowed respectfully, and then said, "God, I will take my leave first." Before he finished speaking, he hurriedly walked towards the door.

Ling Han was just about to reach out and call out to Chu Heng when Zi Yu said calmly, "Let him be! We should stay out of other palaces' affairs." After that, Zi Yu turned around and walked into the Yeyou Palace.

Upon hearing this, Ling Han slowly turned around and followed Zi Yu's footsteps inside as if being pulled by an invisible thread.

As he entered the hall, Ling Han looked around curiously, like a small animal entering a new environment. He looked left and right, feeling full of novelty about his surroundings.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the two beds in the hall, and doubts arose in his heart.

"Why are there two beds in Master's bedroom?" Ling Han couldn't help but ask Zi Yu who was busy.

When Zi Yu heard Ling Han's question, she did not stop what she was doing, but replied calmly, "That bed belongs to the Ancient God."

“Ancient God?” Ling Han’s face flashed with surprise, and he quickly asked, “Could it be that he and Master…”

"Don't let your imagination run wild!" Zi Yu stopped what she was doing, gave Ling Han a blank look as if she was looking at a fool, and said, "The Goddess has long been destined to have no connection with anyone, and it is impossible for her to have feelings for anyone. It's just that that ancient Goddess sticks to her like a dog-skin plaster and can't be driven away. We have no other choice but to let him live like this. Alas, he is actually quite pitiful." There was a hint of helplessness in Zi Yu's tone.

After listening to Zi Yu's words, Ling Han couldn't help but feel deeply moved: "In that case, the Ancient God is indeed miserable." He couldn't help but feel sorry for the Ancient God's experience.