Birdseye

Song Zhou seemed to know some shocking secret, and looked around cunningly, only when he was sure that no one else was eavesdropping did he breathe a sigh of relief.

"Don't tell the other immortals about this matter."

Three or two stars hung in the night sky, the night breeze was cool, Xingru threw the peach branch in his hand under the tree roots, he didn't keep up with Songzhou's rhythm at all, after hearing his instructions, he asked him blankly: "What's up?"

Song Zhou groaned, pinched his orchid fingers and said disgustingly to Xingru, his voice suddenly became high-pitched, like the chief eunuch in the palace of the lower realm.

Xingru was so thunderstruck that he shivered, and hurriedly wanted to stay away from the suddenly ill Songzhou Xianjun, but before he could lift his butt, Songzhou grabbed him.

Song Zhou put away those laughing expressions on his face, looked at Xing Ru seriously, and said, "It's good that you don't admire God Feng Yuan, you won't be sad if you don't love him," Song Zhou raised his hand , pushed back Xingru's hair hanging on his forehead, and said softly, "I don't know why, I don't want you to be sad at all."

Songzhou seldom had such a solemn moment, Xingru was influenced by him, sat upright, looked at Songzhou in front of him, and calmly said: "Although I... don't admire Fengyuan Shangshen, but I have a different relationship with Shangshen. I don't want to elaborate on the entanglement, I don't know what will happen in the future, but no matter what, thank you very much."

"You don't need to tell me this, I thought about it a while ago, the reason why I always feel that you are very familiar, I seem to have seen you somewhere, maybe because you are also from the devil world," Song Zhou looked at Xingru hanging down eyes, he paused for a moment, and continued, "I won't ask you more, it's just that the god doesn't like creatures in the demon world very much. He always thinks we have an unpleasant smell. When I was born, I was washed by the Qingxue Lake thrown into the Demon Realm by this God for a long time, so that every time I go to see the God of Fengyuan, I have to burn incense and bathe, for fear that I will get the nose of the God .”

Xingru thought with some amusement that he and Ji Huaizhou did all the ridiculous things at that time, and Ji Huaizhou never felt that there was anything wrong with him.

In the past, I recalled that the candies related to His Highness were all joyful candies, but now because Feng Yuan is in the middle, this candy has a mouthful of Coptis chinensis in the middle, which is very annoying.

Seeing that he was distracted again, Songzhou coughed heavily, pulled his thoughts back, and continued: "You should have lived in the human world for a long time. You don't have the breath of the demon world on your body, but there is a smell of the human world." Fireworks."

Xingru couldn't tell the difference between the auras Songzhou mentioned, so he could only reply dryly: "That's it."

"It's like this," Song Zhou nodded solemnly. After saying this, his sullen face collapsed. He was not a serious person at all. The paragraph just now held him back for a long time. Holding Xingru's sleeves, "Okay, okay, tell me what's going on with your entanglement that I can't elaborate on?"

Xingru: "..."

This face changed too fast.

But since he said that it was an entanglement that was not convenient for others to elaborate on, naturally he would not talk about it with Songzhou, so despite Songzhou's begging, he did not mention a word.

The night is hazy, the breeze is passing slowly, the branches and leaves above the head are rustling, the stars are looking up at the night sky, and the moonlight like water is pouring down, reflecting the scattered flowers all over the place.

In Wangyou Palace, Feng Yuan on the couch was already asleep. Ever since Ri Xingru left the Wangyou Palace, some unclear fragments would always appear in his dreams in the past few days. The blurry dream that appeared made him quite agitated.

After that downpour, he vaguely heard a Buddha's chant coming from the sky, but he couldn't hear anything else clearly. Feng Yuan opened his eyes, and before dawn, he got up from the couch, wearing only a snow-white jacket. He sat down in front of the long table beside him, studied for a while, and drew a fat bird on the paper with his brush. After he stopped writing, he looked at it for a while, and felt that the bird seemed to be worse. Order something, thought for a while, dipped a little cinnabar, and tapped on the bird's forehead.

Looking at the little fat bird that was about to emerge from the paper, he pursed his lips, shook his head and smiled, wondering why he had such a childlike innocence.

Feng Yuan is very satisfied with the fat bird he drew, such a good painting should find a place to hang it on the ground, but for some reason he doesn't want too many people to see it, after some consideration, he plans to put this The painting is hung on the bed curtain, so you can see it as soon as you open your eyes.

He thought this idea was great, took out two glass clips from the wooden box beside him, and took the painting to the bedside in the inner room.

Healthy every year, always showing joy.

When he was holding up the painting and was about to hang it up, these eight characters suddenly poured into his ears, the sound was like a torrent of bells, hitting his eardrum, as if to shatter his ear bones.

The painting in his hand fell to the ground together with the glass clip, making a crisp sound, which echoed in the extremely quiet Wangyou Palace for a long time.

Feng Yuan was stunned for a moment, then he bent down calmly, picked up the paintings and folders on the ground, and brushed the dust off them carefully.

He pressed his aching forehead, as if since that little bald-haired monster came, the Wangyou Palace and even himself have become abnormal.

Xingru didn't know that Feng Yuan had put a big and round black pot on him for no reason. He stayed in Qiantaoyuan honestly during this time, recalling some past events when he was free.

He also remembered that day, Feng Yuan asked himself at the end, did he really owe him.

He thought, if Feng Yuan could still remember the past, he would one day understand what he owed himself.

Days are always passing by day by day, and this day seems to be the same as the previous day. He just waits like this, and he doesn't know when he will be able to wait for him again.

I had a dream attack last night, but fortunately it was not serious, and it was fatal, but I woke up in the morning and was not in a good mood. I sat under the root of the tree like a star, and counted how many flowers there were under the tree. How many fruits can be produced after a few days.

Songzhou came to him with a box of hibiscus cakes, Xingru tasted a piece, he hadn't eaten sweets for a long time, and now he felt too sweet after one bite.

After noon, Yue Lin and He Yi came over together.

Yuelin came here today to show off her improved technique to everyone. She danced and assured them: "There must be no problem, and this time I can not only measure the fate between two people, but also use the You can judge the depth of your fate with this person by the thickness of the condensed red line, and my technique has been rigorously tested."

Xingru and the others don't have any hope for Yuelin's rigorous experiment, obviously they are the ones being experimented now.

Yuelin clapped his hands, walked up to Xingru, bit a piece of hibiscus cake, and said to him: "Come on, Xingru Xianjun, let's start with you, raise your hand to cooperate."

Xingru was still sitting on the ground, stretched out one hand, and let Yuelin fiddle with it, this time she took a particularly long time to prepare before starting, he thought idly, this red thread will not end up Let's run to Yuelin's finger again.

In the Thousand Peach Garden, the south wind was warm, and the burning flowers were like surging pink waves. After waiting for about two quarters of an hour, Song Zhou and He Yi both drew six or seven rounds of bastards, and a row of paper was pasted on Song Zhou's forehead. strip.

Yue Lin finally said yes, and after her words fell, a white light radiated from the tip of Xingru's left index finger.

When the white light faded away, Xingru widened her eyes and looked carefully for a while, before she saw a little red thread on her fingertips. Compared with the last time, today's red thread seems a bit difficult to produce, and it is extremely painful. Slow, it took a long time to produce such a short section.

Song Zhou pressed the note on his forehead and said, "Did you have something wrong again?"

Yue Lin glared at him, "Impossible, there must be no problem this time, just wait a little longer." In fact, she herself felt a little guilty, and the current situation was indeed not what she expected.

After waiting for a while, the red line finally stretched a bit faster, but it was very thin, intermittent, and a knot was still tied in the middle, and it seemed that it would suddenly break at any time.

Several people followed the red line and walked straight forward, not even daring to breathe out on the way, fearing that the red line condensed by fate would be blown away in one breath.

Yue Lin frowned, and his expression gradually became solemn: "Accordingly, this red line does not go to the lower realm, and the destined person who is like Xingru is still in the sky. We are all colleagues in the heavenly realm. They have no enmity or grievance on weekdays. This red line should not be so. bumpy."

Song Zhou hummed, and said casually: "Then it must be that you made a mistake this time?"

This time, Yue Lin didn't open her mouth to refute, she just shook her head, the red line in front of her was so difficult to walk, it can only be said that the fate between Xingru Xianjun and that person is shallow, if she wants to achieve a marriage in the future, she must be careful every step of the way, One wrong step, and everything is lost.

She thought, if the two meet and get acquainted today, maybe this fate can be deepened a little bit.

A few people searched for the red line and left the Thousand Peach Garden, then bypassed Siquan Shangshen's Lingxi Palace, and passed through the secluded forest. The red line became thinner and thinner, as if it would be cut off at any time.

Xingru didn't say anything along the way, just looked at the red thread silently, he probably knew where it would go, who would get entangled, and he really wanted to see who God saw the red thread what time will do.

The four of them had been walking for a long time, and He Yi suddenly hesitated and said, "Why do I feel that this road is a bit like going to the Full Moon Bridge?"

"I think so," Song Zhou touched his chin and said, "By the way, which fairy from the heavens would come here?"

"It seems to be..." He Yi thought for a while, "God of Feng Yuan."

Not long after Heyi's words fell, they arrived under the full moon bridge, and the thin red line extending from Xingru's fingertips seemed to fly faster after returning to the light, and they happily fled to another person's arms.

They made fun of it, then raised their heads and looked along the red line, only to see that at the end of the red line, it was God Feng Yuan that they were talking about just now.

Yue Lin rubbed her eyes vigorously, she never expected that this red thread would be connected to the hand of the God of God in the end, and she would definitely be able to brag about it in the future.

A few days ago, when she heard that Xingru was staying in Wangyou Palace by God Fengyuan, she took it as a joke, but now it seems that what happened that night may be true.

Under the Full Moon Bridge, there was sparkling light, the poplar trees on both sides were full of flowers, and Feng Yuan fiddled with the red line on his fingertips, with a loose expression, he opened his eyelids and looked at them, and then asked slowly: "What is this?"

Yue Lin took a step forward, and said seriously: "Report to God, this is a new technique developed by Xiaoxian, which can condense the previous fate of two people into a red line, so as to find your destined person."

Feng Yuan looked at her and asked again: "Are you the Immortal Yuelin?"

Unexpectedly, this god could remember his name, Yue Lin was immediately flattered, bowed his head and replied: "It's Xiaoxian."

Feng Yuan lowered his eyes and tugged at the red thread, looking at Yue Lin terrified, fearing that he might tear the red thread with force, after a while, Feng Yuan said thoughtfully: "This thread, Doesn't look solid."

Song Zhou and He Yi lowered their heads and pretended to be quails, and Xing Ru looked at her fingertips without saying a word.

Only Yue Lin opened his mouth and replied: "This is because the fate between Shangshen and Xingru Xianjun is shallow, the fate is already so shallow, you have to be careful everywhere, if there is a slight difference, there will be no more."

"Since it's so shallow——" Feng Yuan casually raised his hand, and glanced at Xingru's direction. Xingru also raised his head at this moment to meet his gaze. It was strange that he felt Feng Yuan Some look like His Royal Highness.

In fact, he was his highness. He thought about it a few days ago, and his highness has never changed, but he never showed his coldness in front of him before.

After a while, he saw the god smiled at him, Xingru was stunned, and the flowers behind him were falling, like an endless snowfall, a little fell from his hair and shoulders.

The water of Tianhe no longer flows, and everything seems to fall into eternal silence at this moment. His Highness seems to have come before him like this.

"It's over." He said in a deep voice.

Then Feng Yuan raised his hand, and a silver light flashed.

"God! God is not allowed!"

The thin red thread extending from Xingru's fingertips and wrapped around Feng Yuan's fingertips turned into a stream of light amidst Yuelin's screams, and was about to scatter across the sky and the earth.

Under the full moon bridge, Tianhe reflected Xingru's calm face, he just stood there, looking at Feng Yuan, motionless, as if everything that was happening had nothing to do with him.

Since this fate is so shallow, it will be broken.

It turned out that you hoped so.

Yes, Your Highness.