I Was Reborn As a Pigeon, but It Was Shen He's Senior Brother?

Once the fate comes, or you meet the person who is deeply destined by Fuze, you will be blessed with blessings, help, or guidance. The closer you are, the more you can leave this fate line and connect with it.

The so-called [immortals help me to the top, and I am bound to grant longevity] is this principle.

As the fate continues, their destinies will intertwine.

If the connected person is full of evil in the future, then Fusheng will also be backlashed by the demons in his heart, and if he is blessed with deep self-cultivation, then Fusheng will also benefit, and the star of fate will be further illuminated.

Before Ying, in fact, he had already been implicated by three lines, and it was revealed at this moment:

One is in the direction of Jue Yunjian, connected to his master, the other is wrapped around the body of the younger junior sister Shen He, and the other extends from the top of the cloud to the center of power in Liyue Port...

Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I saw my senior sister... Fu Sheng pondered.

In fact, senior sister is not strictly speaking his master's apprentice, but was raised by his master.

Compared with senior sister and junior brother, it is more like a relationship between sister and sister or childhood sweethearts.

Let's go find her after the matter is over here, there are more important things to do now.

Although Fu Sheng is a lazy pigeon, he is an upright immortal after all, so he has ambition!

—He decided to take an apprentice.

An apprentice who has fate with him and suits his temperament.

Marriage, this is the fate of immortality...

Blinking his eyes, he searched around on Liyue Street, hoping to find such a lucky person with profound blessings.

That little girl named Xiangling in Wanmintang?

Although her cooking is very delicious, but that day she actually yelled at selling roasted pigeons... Cough, there is no fairy fate.

That little zombie from Bulu?I have already cultivated the immortal body, which is suitable for cultivating immortals...but I am more forgetful than myself, ahem, I don't have a fairy fate.

After searching around, he still couldn't find a suitable partner. The so-called fairy fate is hard to find, and fate is hard to find. In fact, this is not worth being a mortal, and the same is true for the so-called fairy.

Tired of flying, he landed on the eaves of Heyu Teahouse again, looking for a rest.

There are still plays on this stage—it's just that Mr. Yun, who is in charge of the house, is not here for the time being, and I heard that he has also gone to find the materials for the Jade Pavilion, which is quite a pity.

Fusheng loves to come here to rest, firstly, the environment is just right, surrounded by rockery planted with green plants and burning agarwood, light or rub two bowls of white tip, and listen to the storyteller's play, it is a joy in life; secondly, it is a pleasure to come here People come and go, merchants, peddlers, wharf sailors, all kinds of religions gather here, the flow of people is the largest, and it is easy to find those who are destined.

"Hey, Mr. Zhongli, please come to the private room on the second floor." The shop waiter greeted the guests neatly.

I really searched for him thousands of times in the crowd, but the man was in a dimly lit place, as soon as he landed, Fu Sheng's eyes lit up.

This Mr. Zhongli is considered a famous person in this teahouse, and Fusheng has heard of this person's name in the mouths of idlers. Is he doing nothing, listening to music, walking birds and eating tea, and often forgets to bring money, or credit, or has friends to help him pay for it. People often wonder why he hasn't starved to death.

A wanderer wandering around the street with nothing to do is a habit of Fusheng. Listening to music and drinking tea is also a hobby of Fusheng. Walking birds can also be seen as a bird lover who is friendly to birds. It is also right to beg for food without paying. Floating life's appetite.

The temperament can be so similar.

It's him!

The more he observes through the life star, the more satisfied Fu Sheng is.

This Mr. Zhongli is actually a person with profound blessings, his luck is so strong that Fusheng has never seen in his life, and he will surely be able to accomplish a great career, and he also has a vague feeling in his heart that this young man is destined to be with him Yes, that fairy fate, fairy fate, isn't it just about such a fate?

Settling his attention in his heart, he lightly landed on the window of Zhongli Ya's room.

Zhong Li took a sip of tea, and noticed the bird sitting on the window, he waved to Fu Sheng: "Hello."

"Goo."

At this moment, the dawn is strong.

The leaves of the sycamore tree rustled in the wind, Xu Chaoyang made a slight turn, and shone the dark green silhouettes of the leaves into the house, falling on Fusheng's body, covering most of the sunlight.

The bird turned its back to the rising sun and looked down at Zhongli condescendingly. Its pure white feathers were holy and covered with morning light, and it looked unusually solemn and magnificent, with an oppressive fairy-like air.

——"Cuckoo."

Fu Sheng intentionally maintained a highly respected, fairy-like fairy character, put on airs, and said softly: "Mortal."

"I see that you have extraordinary bearing, amazing bones, and a ray of aura bursting out from the top of the sky... I think it is predestined relationship with this immortal."

Zhongli: "?"

He was a little confused.

Heh... It is true that most people will be flattered and dull when they see a fairy... This is also normal.

"My name is Fusheng Bantian Zhenjun."

Fu Sheng stared at Zhong Li's pupils, and said inscrutably and earnestly: "Are you willing to worship this immortal as your teacher? This immortal will teach you the Dao of Longevity."

Zhongli: "...?"

Chapter 11 I want you to be the first disciple of my Gu Gu Sect!

"?"

"Zhongli."

Fusheng stood on the window lattice, turned around slowly, with two small wings on his back, the morning light sprinkled on his body, casting a light shadow:

——"Do you believe in gravity? There is an attraction between immortals and humans..."

Zhong Li continued to be in a daze, and even forgot to drink the tea that was on his lips.

"I admire the first person who cultivated an immortal, because he didn't know whether he cultivated an immortal or a demon..."

He looked out of the window at the melting prosperity of the prosperous age, the graceful spring scenery, and his tone was vicissitudes of life, with a kind of nostalgia and a touch of sadness: "I want to belch, cough, the late Yan Wang Dijun will also feel relieved to see this world .”

Zhong Li looked a little embarrassed, he looked down at the slightly astringent tea water with tea leaves floating in it, "In terms of common sense, it is true."

Fu Sheng saw that this mortal was neither humble nor overbearing in front of immortals, his attitude was calm, and he was still able to maintain his rationality in the face of the hard-to-find fairy encounter in this world, and he couldn't help but give this young man a little boost in his heart.

"Zhongli."

Fu Sheng pondered for a moment, then continued: "Are you willing to guard this world?"

Going to work again...?

Zhong Li's normally calm eyes trembled again, and subconsciously took a sip of fragrant tea: "Who is the master of this immortal master?"

Although he already knew the answer in his heart, he still asked tentatively.

"Oh. Remember it in the future."

Fu Sheng proudly puffed up his chest, waved his wings lightly, the stream of light flowed between his feathers, he was very free and easy, with a fairy air: "Your master is the true king of the wind between the clouds and the clouds!"

Master... Zhongli has a faint black line on his forehead, but he is the God of Liyue after all. After thousands of years, his mentality has been calm. Well, there are still some waves.

He took another sip of fragrant tea, and thought of a way to refuse: "How should I protect the world? Ask the immortal master to clarify."

"According to what the immortal master said just now, does the world really need the protection of immortals?"

Zhongli will no longer be in charge of Liyue.

Although there was a reason that he felt a little tired of his duties, but more because... he felt that it was time to let go.

Mortals should be allowed to control their own cities and govern their own countries. Gods and immortals will eventually leave, and countries that walk with gods should learn to walk alone after all.

Moreover, Zhongli believed in his own people.This is his governing philosophy.

If the little bird in front of him answered that the mortals should be guided and educated by the mortals, then he would say "after the death of the rock god, Liyue is still well, so there is no need for celestial beings, and there is no need for cultivating immortals"...

He is familiar with those immortals in Jueyunjian, still worried about Liyue, still distrusts mortals, and keeps monitoring every move in the world.

'How to protect the world? '

I goo!

I haven't figured it out yet!

What Zhong Li didn't expect was that the serious, fairy-like Floating Life opposite him was even more unreliable than he imagined...

Fu Sheng asked directly and was caught off guard, shouldn't normal people be overjoyed when they meet Xian Yuan and want to accept it?

He didn't have a plan in mind, and he didn't want to lie, and he had no choice but to speak out, and the truth came out of his mouth in a hurry: "Listening to music and drinking tea can save the world."

"Sorry, after Iwagami passed away... huh?"

Zhong Li shook his eyelids again, this was the second time he was confused today.

"What did the fairy just say?"

"I said listening to music and drinking tea can save the world."

Fu Sheng didn't bother to cover up the broken pot, and directly expressed his thoughts, "Why do people need us to save them? I think they are doing well."

Shen Sheng.

"After the death of the rock god, Liyue is still fine, and they don't need the gods to save them."

"Why do you think mortals need us?"

...You still use my words to ask me back...

Zhong Li's eyelids trembled again, but he was obviously aroused by Fu Sheng's words.

Maybe the little bird in front of him is really different from other old-fashioned three-eyed and five-display immortals.

He followed Fusheng's chatterbox and asked: "Why does the immortal master think that it is not necessary?"

Fusheng cooed twice, flapped his wings, and the golden morning light shone among the feathers, "Governing a big country is like cooking a small fish. Too much stir-frying will only make it worse."

He directly put his idea of ​​laying it down for many years, combined with a few Confucian terms from his previous life, and said: "It's time for the immortal to let go. What's the use of you? How can a high-ranking immortal understand the fireworks in the world? You If you don’t eat five grains, how do you know the spread of mortal stoves? You are invulnerable to all kinds of poisons, so how can you know the life, old age, sickness and death of mortals? You are a lonely and ruthless guest in the world. Joy in bitterness?"

"Governing by doing nothing may be the best way to govern the country. Ordinary people understand ordinary people better than you, and they are stronger than you imagine. They will take care of themselves."

'Govern by doing nothing', this novel concept caught Zhong Li's eyes.

"Off topic."

Fu Sheng continued to maintain that unfathomable, fairy-like appearance, and his two wings were pretending: "Are you willing to worship me as a teacher?"

Zhong Li originally wanted to directly refuse, but this little bird is really interesting, young and old-fashioned, what he said quite suits his appetite.

He had nothing to do in the first place, and he was also a senior person who loves playing with birds, so he had the idea of ​​teasing this little pigeon, so he clasped his fists together: "This matter is very important, please allow me to think about it first. "

"Oh, whatever."

Fusheng walked out of the window, the sun filled his feathers, he was unwilling to force a mortal, and this trip was barely achieved, although the young man Zhongli did not agree, but he did not directly reject this "fate" .