Zhexiang as an old friend

Recently, it was the [-]th birthday of Binghuai, the great-grandson of the Dragon King of the West Sea. Xingjun Yuan and Qing were thinking about what to prepare, and while walking leisurely towards the Nantianmen, they suddenly heard a voice behind their ears:

"Yan Huang!"

Ever since Yanhuang Lijie returned to Feisheng Xingjun, and got a vacant position as Yuanqing Xingjun, the one who would call him the name he practiced at that time from time to time was his undisputed senior brother.

Speaking of senior brother Cheng Er's failure to live up to expectations, he has practiced with Yiyao Sanren since he was born, and he is over 1000 years old, but he is still a half-immortal. That little trick can at most bluff mortals who don't know about miracles.

"Brother, you're here to fool around in Heaven again."

Yuan Qing Xingjun did not live in Tianting on weekdays, but lived in the osmanthus forest of Zhaoyao Mountain. The house was specially built for him by his master, but Cheng Erjiu often occupied the magpie's nest, causing him to stay in the osmanthus forest all the time. Walk in heaven.

"How can you be called a fool?" Cheng Er opened his eyes wide, as if disapproving, he took out a flower bud from his sleeve.

Yuanqing Xingjun looked at the bud and knew that his senior brother had gone to the Queen Mother's Hall again, and coaxed the Queen Mother to happily beg for this white lotus from Huaqing Pool.

"Fucking around all day long, I've been 300 years older than me, but I'm still a half-assed fairy." Yuanqing Xingjun held a fan in one hand and a fan in the other, and walked slowly towards Zhaoyao Mountain.

"That Zhuyu grass is bitter and astringent. One tree can last four or five days, but I can't use that." Cheng Er stuck out his tongue, as if the Zhuyu grass eaten more than 1000 years ago hadn't lost its smell.

Zhu Yucao is unique to Zhaoyao Mountain. It is not hungry to eat. It is the method of bigu that Yiyao Sanren came up with alone. However, this senior brother prefers sour, sweet, bitter and hot, but he is unwilling to touch Zhu Yu again, so that bigu alone is enough to be with the master. After hundreds of years of dragging, the desire for tongue and tongue has not yet been completely given up.

Thinking of this, Yuanqing Xingjun shook his head.

Seeing him shaking his head, Cheng Er stretched out his arms to wrap his arms around his shoulders, pretending to be very distressed: "Since you ascended to Xingjun, you have become more and more airy, and now you have to teach me a lesson."

Xingjun Yuanqing didn't want to get entangled in this issue anymore, he tapped his chest lightly with the fan in his hand, and said, "Have you thought about Bing Huai's birthday gift?"

"I've already prepared it. I planted five danmu trees behind the mountain, and I just pull out one and give it to him," Cheng Er said.

Yuanqing Xingjun paused his fan, and asked with squinting eyes: "You dug that elixir from Guishan Mountain. To water the elixir every day for hundreds of years, it can be regarded as watering the elixir alive. On weekdays, the mountain beasts If I want to eat any of your fruits, I will be punished, why are you so generous now?"

Cheng Er looked embarrassed and flirted with Yuanqing Xingjun.

"Could it be that the life of Na Danmu is not long?"

"Hey, even people have become more alert after you ascended. It's boring, boring." Cheng Er pushed Yuanqing Xingjun away, and threw Yuanqing Xingjun several miles away with a kick.

Yuanqing Xingjun still took his time, tapping his chest lightly with his fan.

Yuan Qing Xingjun had just landed on the Mount of Swaggering, so Xing Xing came up to him, fearing that he would stain Yuan Qing Xingjun's clothes, so he looked at Yuan Qing eagerly.

Xing Xing can also be regarded as the mythical beast of Zhaoyao Mountain, but it is a bit inferior. It looks a bit like a mortal orangutan. It can speak human language, but its intelligence is not high, like a child.

Yuan Qing patted Xing Xing's head, saw the red marks on his cheeks, and guessed that Xing Xing must be trying to steal the elixir, and was stung by his senior brother using a spell.

"Xiao Xing, does it hurt?" Yuan Qing stretched out his hand and wiped the wound clean.

"Thank you, Brother Yanhuang." Xing Xing touched his face, and hooked Yuan Qing with a jump. Cheng Er, who was in the distance, saw it and gave it a very unhappy look. Xing Xing immediately shrank to Yuan Qing's back went.

Yuan Qing went into the osmanthus forest, Xing Xing wanted to follow, Cheng Er gave it a look, and it hid in the forest.

Cheng Er immediately approached Yuan Qing: "I picked it from Longshou Mountain. Your plain clothes should be matched with a jade pendant, otherwise it would be too cold."

Yuan Qing glanced at the jade pendant in Cheng Er's hand. The jade was jasper from the Tiaohe River. Grinding it, it can be seen that he was very careful, he reached out to take it, but said with pretending disgust: "It seems to be copper coins used in the mortal world."

"How can you despise being a brother so much?" Cheng Er covered his chest and pretended to be heartbroken, which made Yuan Qing laugh.

Yuan Qing tapped Cheng Er's shoulder with a fan and asked, "What's the point?"

"Wenganshi's doctor is deaf and dumb, you should be prepared."

Yuan Qingchu was a little puzzled when he heard it, and then realized that Cheng Er was worried that he would suffer another catastrophe.

I can't remember many things clearly, but I still remember that I was a beggar and a mute when I went through the calamity, and then I met a nice person, took me back to eat and drink, and then how I ascended, but I can't remember.

"Okay, you actually made fun of me when I was dumb again." Yuan Qing pretended to be angry, and slapped Cheng Er on the shoulder hard, and Cheng Er cooperated very well, "Aiyo aiyo" Call out.

Xingxing hid in the tree and saw Yuan Qing beating Cheng'er, he grinned and watched, and said, "Brother Yanhuang beat him."

"You see that you have accumulated a lot of grievances, and you can't even look down on you." Yuan Qing teased.

Cheng Er stretched out his hand to perform a spell on Xing Xing, but was blocked by Yuan Qing's fan.

"What kind of temper are you playing with Xingxing? It's serious to dig up your danmu."

Those words reminded Cheng Er that Bing Huai's birthday would be two days later, no matter what, it was time to pull out the danmu today, pack it up and send it to the mansion of the Dragon King of the West Sea.

That danmu was very tall and tall, as thick as ten people hugging each other, this one can squeeze more than a dozen osmanthus trees to death, it is rare for the master to turn a blind eye.

The two of them dug for a full day before they dug out the danmu completely, and put it into the jade bottle that Cheng Er begged from Guanyin to renew the life of danmu.

Cheng Er looked at the jade bottle in his hand, and couldn't help but add another sentence: "When the time comes, don't give away the jade bottle too. I have been begging Guanyin for hundreds of years for this jade bottle. Asked."

"It's up to you to plant them for them at that time, otherwise you won't be able to get this jade bottle back anyway." Yuan Qing dusted off the dust on his body, and it was clean again, free from any mundane dust. He raised his fan and pointed to the empty one, and continued, "You will plant some osmanthus trees here someday, such an empty one will really ruin the scenery of my osmanthus forest."

Cheng Er nodded, and continued to look at the elixir in the jade bottle. Although this elixir was not long ago, it had been raised in Zhaoyao Mountain for hundreds of years, so it was rash to give it to Bing Huai. There is still some reluctance in my heart.

"Can't bear it now?" Yuan Qing knocked on the jade bottle, and with a crisp sound, the branches of Danmu also shook.

Cheng Er immediately protected the jade bottle with his hands, supported the danmu tree, and said: "Be gentle, don't ruin this danmu."

Yuan Qing smiled helplessly, held the fan in front of her chest, and tapped her chest lightly.

"It's getting late, let's go to the West Sea."

Cheng Er nodded, and said with a smile: "Fortunately, Zhaoyao Mountain is near the West Sea, otherwise it would be a long way."

Yuan Qing picked an osmanthus fragrans and cast a spell to freeze the osmanthus fragrans and drop it on the handle of the fan.

Cheng Er put the jade bottle in his sleeve, and Yuan Qing walked slowly towards the West Sea.

Cheng Er rarely went to the West Sea, so he didn't have much friendship with the West Sea. In the past, he used to go to the West Sea frequently. Then when the gods and demons ceased fighting and the world was unified, he lost interest in the West Sea. He drilled in the hall, so that after the staff of Xihai changed, he didn't know any of them.If it wasn't for Xihai's great-great-grandson's [-]th birthday today, he might have to wait until the next battle between gods and demons, when he loses his place to go, he will remember that there is still a place like Xihai for fun.

Walking to the west sea, the two made a formula to avoid water and went to the Dragon Palace.

Cheng Er hadn't seen the Dragon Palace for many years, and at that time he felt that the Dragon Palace was becoming more and more magnificent. At that time, the Dragon Palace was only keen on green waterweed as decoration, but now it is decorated with sea glass, which brightens the Dragon Palace.

The road was winding, Yuan Qing was a master who didn't know the way, and Cheng Er hadn't been to the Dragon Palace for many years, so the two of them stopped at the gate of the Dragon Palace for a while, not knowing which direction to go.

Not long after, a man walked towards him, dressed in black, with red pupils and fangs. Cheng Er could tell at a glance that this was the only son of the Mozun. Those who came out naturally knew the way, Cheng Er took a step forward, only to hear the man say at the same time as him:

"This little friend..."

The two of them were taken aback, and Yuan Qing who was next to him said: "If you dare to ask this little friend if he knows the way, my brother and I have been wandering outside for a long time."

The man in black was stunned for a moment, and looked at Yuan Qing carefully. Yuan Qing was uncomfortable being looked at, so he pressed his fan against his chest and tapped lightly, the expression of the man in black deepened.

In the end, it was Cheng Er who shook his hand in front of the man in black and called him back, he seemed to realize that he was being impolite, he cupped his hands at the two of them, and said in embarrassment: "I also lost my way and came out of it. "

Now the lost duo became a trio.

Cheng Er didn't want to embarrass himself in front of his younger brother, so he volunteered to find someone to lead the way. Yuan Qing was naturally happy and stood at the door waiting for Cheng Er. The man in black refused to leave for some reason and stood with Yuan Qing.

"I'm Shentu, dare to ask my little friend's name." Shentu cupped his hands towards Yuanqing, which can be called a moderate behavior.

"I'm going to Yuanqing." Yuanqing looked at Shentu with a feeling of familiarity, so he cupped his hands and replied, the fan was still in his hand, and he was swinging in the air with the osmanthus tassel.

"So it's Yuanqing Xingjun." Shentu smiled, it was a kind smile, but there was a fang sticking out, adding a lot of evil out of thin air, "I smell a fragrance on Xingjun's body, I don't know what it is flower?"

Yuan Qing was taken aback, and then remembered that he had picked an osmanthus flower before leaving. People in the devil world have a keen sense of smell, so they might have smelled the fragrance of the osmanthus flower on their body. He took off the osmanthus tassel from the fan, handed it to Shentu, and said with a smile: "Since you like the fragrance of this flower, I will give it to you."

Shentu reached out to pick it up, and it really was the smell he had just smelled, not only the aroma, but also very familiar.

Much like that person.

Then I saw Yuan Qing knocking on his chest with a fan.

Even the small movements are very similar to that person.

Yuan Qing didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, he just thought it was Shentu's love, and then smiled again: "If you like this sweet-scented osmanthus, I planted a lot on Zhaoyao Mountain, you can dig a few from me and take them away."

Shentu carefully pinned the sweet-scented osmanthus flower to his waist, for fear that this delicate little flower would be broken by his momentary rudeness.

The cautious look was in stark contrast to his fangs and red pupils, Yuan Qing couldn't help curling his lips, even beating the fan in his hand happily.

Shentu saw that his every frown and smile was very similar to that person, and just about to ask "Have we met before" was interrupted by Cheng Er in the distance.

"Yan Huang!"

Yuan Qing looked at the senior brother who was jumping happily, tapped his forehead with a fan in frustration, smiled at Shentu, and explained: "That's my name before I ascended."

Shentu rubbed his chin, and said, "The name Yan Huang sounds much more comfortable than Yuan Qing."

Yuan Qing was taken aback, and asked, "Really?"

"That's natural. The words Yuan and Qing sound very alienated. It's not as smooth and friendly as Yan Huang." Shen Turan replied seriously.

"Then you can call me Yanhuang from now on." Yuan Qing felt that Shentu was very interesting, so he invited again, "If you have free time, you must come to my Zhaoyao Mountain, and I will pick the best osmanthus tree with you."

Cheng Er walked very fast, and now he had reached the side of the two of them, hearing the words, he followed the trend: "You can choose the osmanthus tree you want, but if you want to move my four dan trees, I will do my best."

Yuan Qing spread out his fan and pressed Cheng Er's face, saying: "Yes, yes, I know that you are most precious about your danmu trees."

"Are you bullying your senior brother like this?" Cheng Er clasped his hands together and put the fan together, Yuan Qing chuckled lightly: "Since you're back, you must have found your way?"

"That's natural, just come with me." Cheng Er was very proud, stretched out his hand and put his arms around Yuan Qing's shoulders, beckoning to Shentu, and Shentu stood on the other side of Yuan Qing, walking towards Yuan Qing intentionally or unintentionally make up.

"I don't know what calamity Xingjun has experienced?" Shentu seemed unintentional, but the honorific title of "Xingjun" in his words still revealed his nervousness. If Yuan Qing wasn't him, what would he do?

Yuan Qing didn't remember very clearly, but Cheng Er remembered very clearly, so he replied: "I don't know what calamity he has gone through, but he is just a dirty and smelly little beggar, and I don't know which god he offended. When I came back, the snake venom had penetrated into my bones, and my body is still very weak."

"If I remember what catastrophes I have experienced, I will speak vividly and vividly, so I will leave it to you." Yuan Qing seemed unwilling to put these embarrassing things in front of Shentu, so he raised his fan and slapped Cheng's ears hard On the forehead, Cheng Er immediately covered his forehead with an "ow": "I was wrong, I was wrong, junior brother, don't be angry."

"It's not an example."

Yuan Qing and Cheng Er were arguing on one side, but Shentu next to him had nine twists and eighteen bends.

At one moment he thought that Yuan Qing was the little mute back then, at another moment he seemed to have forgotten himself, at another moment he felt that Yuan Qing and Cheng Er were already a couple of gods and gods, and since he was a monster, he might not have the chance to chase the little mute again. return.

He was thinking wildly, when Cheng Er had arrived at the main hall, the Dragon King of the West Sea at the door saw the three of them, hurried over to say hello: "Xingjun Yuanqing, Jiezi Shentu, little friend Cheng Er."

Yuan Qing curled his lips again when he heard the words.

Cheng Er naturally knew that Yuan Qing was making fun of him. Among the three of them, one called Xingjun and the other Zun Jiezi. Only he was a half-immortal and could only be called Xiaoyou.

"Dragon King is too polite." Shentu returned the salute, and took out a gold jade from his sleeve, "This is the gold jade from Daxian Mountain, I hope Binghuai is safe."

The gold and jade in Daxian Mountain are extremely rare. One is that Daxian Mountain is surrounded by four directions, and ordinary people can’t go up it. Take it out, but it exudes a golden light, which is really beautiful.

The Dragon King also knew the goods, and took the jade with a smile, and then heard Cheng Er say that he had brought a five-color danmu, and he wanted to plant it in the back garden for him, his eyes almost disappeared from laughing, who doesn't know that danmu is extremely difficult to feed, Five-color danmu is even more rare.

The three of them walked into the main hall in a row. There were already many people in the hall. On the second seat on the left side of the main seat, there was a child sitting on the second seat. The two dragon horns on his forehead had just sprouted a small bud. You don't need to ask to know that it is Xihai. Bing Huai, the great-great-grandson of the Dragon King.

Since they came in together, they sat together naturally, but the seats were in pairs. Cheng Er was about to ask Shentu to sit at another table, when Bing Huai looked at him and shouted: "Who are you? , sit next to me."

Cheng Er immediately supported Fu's forehead, and slandered: You don't even know who I am, so just ask me to sit next to you.

But he still sat down.

This is the rule of the Dragon Palace. People who celebrate their birthdays can send invitations to guests, implying that the guests have a spirit coming to the door, so the guests cannot refuse.

So Yuan Qing and Shen Tu sat together, while Cheng Er could only sit on the single seat next to Bing Huai to deal with the child.

Bing Huai squeezed into Cheng Er's arms, the big one had delicate features and the small one was fair and smart, they were so harmonious and seductive, but Bing Huai's words completely shattered this superficial harmony.

"I will marry you in the future."

Cheng Er took a sip of sake and got stuck in his throat, coughing violently.

The author has something to say: The new pit of the little transparent writer, it must be over, it must be over