Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

Kangsu Palace is actually no different.

Even if the palace had to lower the shield on the surface, in fact, many other more hidden magic circles were secretly added, even if the green paulownia tree on the back mountain could no longer carry a transformed hairy child jumping up and down, even if the owner of the palace was now a prominent figure. There is no increase in servant guards.

Anyway, no difference - hope so.

Ouyang Ting sat expressionlessly on the seat in the side hall, and out of the corner of his eyes, he could see that Mo Qin was straightening the jade town, which was not skewed.He hesitated for a moment, but bowed his head respectfully and retreated slowly, turned around the screen, turned around and backed away.Ouyang Ting raised his eyebrows, seeing that Alian also silently packed up the cups and plates on the opposite curved table and stepped back.Only then did Ouyang Ting exhale slowly, and turned his eyes to the half-person-high floor-to-ceiling lacquer incense burner in the corner of the room—the dragon and horse on the burner cover were about to fly, and the high head was slowly exhaling green smoke.

"Master?" A lively voice came from behind the screen beside him with a bit of deliberate timidity, "I, can I come out?"

Ouyang Ting sniffed the faint willow fragrance and responded with a perfunctory "Yeah", and a small face happily jumped in front of his eyes.His eyes were long and his tail was curved, shaped like a peach blossom, he looked over mistyly and said, "Master, why did they come looking for you?"

Ouyang Ting looked at the little mole at the end of his eye and said, "I have something to do."

"That's natural." The young man in a He Chi brocade robe squeezed into his side and sat down, poking his chin and wondering, "But why can't I understand what they are trying to say?"

Ouyang Ting moved his eyes away from his beautiful and familiar face: "Eavesdropping?"

"Hey, master—" the young man laughed and grabbed his arm and shook it, "I can clearly transform into a phoenix shape and sit on your shoulders, it's not a problem, why must I not be allowed?"

Hearing what he said, Ouyang Ting couldn't help but feel a dull pain in his shoulder.He frowned and suppressed the thought of rubbing: "Do you think you are still young?"

"I'm not heavy! I'm just fluffy-"

"Pfft—hahahahaha!"

Ouyang Ting looked at Mo Qin who was clutching his belly and laughing so hard at the door, he almost thought he was laughing out of his heart: "What?"

Mo Qin reluctantly stopped laughing, presented a letter with both hands and said solemnly: "Xingjun, the demon emperor has a letter."

The boy who was interrupted curled his lips and said in disbelief: "Master is also laughing at me!"

"Those are the venerables of the Three Realms, and it is important to find a teacher." Ouyang Ting coughed and changed the topic abruptly, "When you are older, the teacher will naturally explain it clearly for you."

"Okay." The boy blinked ignorantly, then jumped up with a hey smile, rushed over and took the letter in Mo Qin's hand, and brought it closer, "Hey, it's really the father who wrote the letter."

Ouyang Ting didn't really want to see it, so he let this kid uncover the paint seal.After a quick glance, he blinked and said: "...Master, Father, please go to the demon world."

Mo Qin glared at him, cupped her hands angrily and said, "Xing Jun!"

Ouyang Ting waved his hands, but looked at the young man and asked, "When?"

"Maozheng in three days." The boy looked at it again and scratched his head, "but he didn't say where exactly."

Ouyang Ting pursed his lips: "I understand it for the teacher."

The boy casually threw the letter back to Moqin, and sat back down.Rubbing his head on Master's shoulder, he whispered hesitantly, "Master doesn't want to go?"

Ouyang Ting pushed him: "Sit upright."

The boy blinked, and suddenly stretched out his hand to hug Ouyang Ting's neck and said, "No! Yes!"

Mo Qin was so angry that she gritted her teeth: "Feng Wu! You little monster, why don't you let go of my Xingjun—"

"No, no, no—"

Ouyang Ting finally rolled his eyes unbearably.

The major events of the country lie in sacrifice and Rong.There are four seasons for all sacrifices: the spring festival is called Sui, the summer festival is called Xuan, the autumn festival is called Chang, and the winter festival is called Cheng. ①

Spring dies and summer ends, autumn comes and gold travels.Harvest what you have harvested, in case the winter turns to decline.Ouyang Ting, who got off the chariot driven by llamas, was actually quite uncomfortable.Not only because he has to serve the Five Colors Dacai today, but also because of some of the duties he has to perform now.

Feng Wu, who followed and jumped out of the car, obviously wasn't bothered by it.The young man who had grown up suddenly after that night glanced at the dawn sky with little interest, as if he suddenly became interested, and pointed his little finger at the Susi Zhuli belt tied around the waist of the master.He didn't care at all except Zhou Luxi who was holding Ah Hu, and there was no little demon around at the moment, and he was even glad that he didn't need to care about the reaction that everyone in the demon world might have when they saw his little master's current appearance.

Ouyang Ting, who felt that his skin was not so thick, had no choice but to put on a serious face, and stuffed Dagui and Zhengui into those paws that were doing nothing to cause trouble.

Feng Wu's eyes crooked with a smile: "Thank you, Master!"

Zhou Luxi, who had licked Ahu's hair, obviously held back his smile and led the two of them to stand still on the arrow tower on the east side of the valley. Ouyang Ting pretended not to see the very ugly demon emperor Feng Di who was wearing a silk belt standing at the entrance of the valley. complexion.After a while, the breath dissipated, or he could endure it. In short, it was far away that the scarlet robe finally leaped to the high platform in the middle and fell, like a ball of jumping and burning flames.

Sleeves rolled up and arms stretched out, the drum beat three times, and the horn sounded.

Three long beeps, Ouyang Ting slowly closed his eyes in the boundless tone, feeling that this sound is different from other sounds.Vast and vicissitudes, it seems to come from the memory of the ancient times, like the first ray of brilliance when the sun comes out of the clouds.

Ouyang Ting sighed and took out a bow flute②, and played the first note in response to the horn.

Feng Wu's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. He saw various animals appearing in the originally empty valley.Birds and beasts, each according to its kind, all looked at the high platform in the middle and knelt down, with their heads raised and their necks raised, facing the direction of the sunrise.

Brown, white, black, colored, mottled horn feathers.

Zhou Luxi looked respectful, and Ah Hu also twisted and fell on the ground.

Feng Wu straightened his back and opened his eyes wide. He couldn't explain why he was different and couldn't help but be overjoyed.Listening to the music of the master in front of him, it seemed as if he could touch a strange yet familiar tone that echoed his father's horn on the high platform, and echoed the prostration and worship of all the monsters in the audience.There are no complicated ceremonies, no chattering eulogies, and no redundant instrumental music. There is no lengthy rhythm, but the fast, slow, hot and cold airflow is like an indescribable sound, pouring into the cracks of time and space in this solemn and peaceful moment.Arouse some emotion buried deep in the chest and belly to surge and rippling, looking forward to no beginning, no end, no end.

Feng Wu couldn't bear to close his eyes, he didn't even pass the jade in his hand to Shizun at the right time - when Shizun took it away by himself, the sun rose.

At that moment, the golden luster spread all over.

The horn sounded again, vigorously, turning around, until it finally stopped, letting the aftertaste rippling in brighter and brighter brilliance.

Finally, Feng Wu, who could no longer look directly at the sun, turned his face sideways, and smiled at the joyously celebrating monsters, but found that the master was meditating on something with a face that was neither sad nor happy.He was a little uneasy and strange, so he tentatively tugged on Master's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Master, are you unhappy?"

Ouyang Ting looked at the Demon Emperor Feng Di who was offering his final compliments on the high platform: "No."

Feng Wu also looked over: "After that, do I need to sacrifice like my father?"

Ouyang Ting lowered his eyes slightly and said, "You—"

"—and brothers." Zhou Luxi took the words considerately, "Little master has not been in the valley for a long time, so I may spend a little longer this time."

Feng Wu pursed his lips: "I don't need to do anything here."

"It's also my duty to accompany your father."

"Xingjun's words are very true." Zhou Luxi pinched Ahu's tail with a smile on his face.

The little white tiger sniffed Fengwu and Ouyang Ting, and turned to look at Zhou Luxi as if recalling something.

Zhou Luxi smiled and picked him up: "I've seen it before."

Ouyang Ting paused with his hand, but went to pat the little tiger's head.

Feng Wu always felt that something was subtly diverted, but he had to stop temporarily.The people of the demon world who started the autumn festival carnival under the arrow tower cheered too loudly. He looked at his father who was attacking like flying flames a little dazedly, and bowed his body as if suddenly awakened.

Feng Di glanced at his son, raised his chin and said to Ouyang Ting: "This Emperor never bows down to the 'Emperor of Heaven'."

Ouyang Ting put Guibi away indifferently: "Oh."

As if bored to tidy up his sleeves, Feng Di looked at Feng Wu again: "When did you take shape?"

Feng Wu scratched his head: "It seems like it will be done suddenly."

Feng Di rolled his eyes, Ouyang Ting said lightly: "That day."

"That day?" Feng Di frowned tentatively, "That... day?!"

Ouyang Ting nodded and handed him the bow and flute just now.Feng Di stared at that thing as if staring at a snake.

Ouyang Ting didn't urge him either, but just maintained this movement.Feng Di bit her lip, and didn't grab her until the other party was trembling slightly after holding it for too long.

"Return everything to its original owner." Ouyang Ting exhaled, "Unfortunately, it's not a complete return to Zhao."

Feng Di shrunk the thing rudely and stuffed it into his sleeve: "It's troublesome!"

"If that's the case, Father Yuanyang will cry."

"He is the most troublesome!" Feng Di gritted his teeth.

Ouyang Ting seemed to smile.

Looking around, Feng Wu always felt that he couldn't keep up with the rhythm of the conversation, and it seemed that it had nothing to do with him.However, neither the master nor the emperor intended to drive him away, so he continued to stay here with peace of mind.

Feng Di looked down at the arrow tower: "Have they all looked for you?"

"There is such a thing."

"Why, show your loyalty?" Feng Di sneered.

"...I've heard a saying before that character determines fate." Ouyang Ting shook his head and said softly, "So if you like your own character, then don't complain about your fate."

Feng Di glared at him: "Are you planning to teach my son badly like this?!"

Ouyang Ting glanced at him with a half-smile, and Feng Di was suddenly discouraged: "Well, this worthless bastard has been pestering you from the beginning to the end."

Feng Wu blinked: "Father?"

Feng Di patted him on the back of the head: "This guy dares to bully you, father will vent his anger on you!"

"No, no, Master is very good to me!" Feng Wu hurriedly said while grabbing his hand.

Feng Di hated iron and steel and patted it again: "When will you come back?"

Feng Wu laughed, but didn't answer.Feng Di went to see Ouyang Ting again, but the other party responded indifferently: "Anytime."

Feng Wu opened his mouth to say something, but his master nodded and continued: "He really has a lot to learn. It will not be beneficial to follow me."

The Demon Emperor and Phoenix Di couldn't tell whether it was the broken thing before or his own son's claws which made his sleeves feel heavier: "You gods really hate it."

"Gods and immortals are always different." Ouyang Ting said lightly.

"Isn't that more dangerous?" Feng Di paused, with a sneer on his face, "With their flawless etiquette and powerful and endless divine power, they will lead the world to destruction."

"It's not that God is always right." Ouyang Ting turned to look at him, "It's just that God can't do wrong things. There is a big difference between the two."

Feng Di sneered: "You belong to the ancient gods, so naturally defend them."

"It's the same with Dao." Ouyang Ting said patiently and calmly, "Even Dao doesn't care about right and wrong."

Feng Di frowned: "He—what did he do?"

Ouyang Ting naturally understood who the "he" he was talking about: "I thought the Demon Emperor didn't want to talk about this."

Feng Di waved his hands impatiently, temporarily separating the space around them: "I just want to know when my son will be well! Really, thoroughly, yes!"

Ouyang Ting bent the corners of his lips: "Half. The number of life on his body is in line with the blood, and now the blood is half, so it's not a problem."

Feng Di clenched his sleeves: "It's not a problem?"

"That half of the bloodline shouldn't have existed." Ouyang Ting tried to make his words sound calm and objective, "And the source has completely dissipated, so he, I mean, Feng Wu has returned to his correct age, right?"

"What about the other half?" Feng Di gritted his teeth.

"Luo Shuyu. Apparently, Luo Shuyu is about three points right now." Ouyang Ting felt that there were some things that could be clarified now, "One was the Emperor of Heaven when he was born, so I tried to get him to accept it."

The expression on Feng Di's face was wonderful, Ouyang Ting thought for a while and felt apologetic: "I don't know exactly how he did it, and I'm not sure if you, the Demon King, know. Of course, if I accidentally leak something The secret he kept..."

Feng Di waved his hand weakly: "I really don't know, but it's not that I don't know anything."

It’s just that at that time I was not willing to get to the bottom of it. Anyway, it’s been a long time in the past——Ouyang Ting quite understood this idea, so he didn’t bother with it and just continued: “The rest were refined by Yu Xianjun. Soul Containing Orb."

"But that's not you—" Feng Di frowned, and forcibly held back a certain sentence.

"I'm here, and I haven't returned to my place." Ouyang Ting nodded and finished, "So I have to trouble the Ghost King to use Hetubi to melt my bones and refine my soul."

"Then you're not really alive." Feng Di felt his eyebrows tighten, but he couldn't let go.

Ouyang Ting smiled: "Yin and Yang are just one form of life and death."

"So what is it..." Feng Di suddenly had a bad premonition.

Ouyang Ting glanced at Feng Wu who was poking his head outside the magic circle, trying to crack the eavesdropping: "The restraint that restrains his blood and spiritual power is gone, as long as Luo Shuyu returns to him, it will be fine."

Feng Di was taken aback for a moment, and blurted out: "Why did it all come back to him?!"

"Now that he has grown up, he doesn't need to eat phoenix seeds anymore." Ouyang Ting smiled, "Besides, if half of the bloodline disappears, the other half Luo Shuyu will belong to him."

Feng Di opened his mouth, looked at Ouyang Ting's smiling face and fell silent.

"Here, so the Demon Emperor should not have forgotten." Ouyang Ting said softly, "The golden light that proved the way that night was not for me."

Feng Di heard him say this at the end: "It's no longer a yellow-haired kid who kicks the sky and the well, so naturally he won't ask the wall and ask the sky to find trouble."

The author has something to say: ①The words come from "Book of Rites · Jitong".

②This is a bent pipe instrument that can be played. It is played horizontally like a flute, but it is longer and curved.This style of ancient musical instruments has appeared in some stone murals.In the 80s of the last century, Mr. Yang Sheng, a national musical instrument maker, successfully created it after many experiments and applied for a patent. The name "Gongdi" was also named by Mr. Yang, and this name is also used here in the article.