Birdseye

The last thing Xingru saw in the Nine Nether Realm was the black-clothed God who pushed open the huge stone door in front of him with a bang, stepped on the pale moonlight, and slowly came to him. The moment he touched him, he changed into Ji Huaizhou.

Time is moving forward, but it seems to be going backwards, passing through thousands of miles of fierce sea of ​​fire and the vast snow field, and once again returned to the Garan Pagoda a hundred years ago, the rain was still falling, but this time, he finally waited for his highness.

"Your Highness..." Xing Ru moved her lips, unable to say anything else.

There seemed to be a familiar song sounding from far away. He shook the few sparse tail feathers behind his tail, and sparks fell from the sky.

Close your eyes, this life seems to end like this.

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After returning from Nine Nether Realm, Xing Ru huddled in the small house in Qiantaoyuan for a long time and did not come out again. As long as he closes his eyes these days, he will see the God of Fengyuan transforming into His Highness in Nine Nether Realm that scene.

He tried to figure out the reasons for his hallucinations from all levels of reason and logic, and finally came to the conclusion helplessly that he might have been crazy at the time.

A few days later, Xingru was really troubled by this incident, so she went to Lingxi Palace in desperation and asked Siquanshangshen for help.

Seeing him coming, Master Siquan specially made a pot of good tea to entertain him, and when he heard him talk about it, he said with a smile: "You went to the Nine Nether Realm, and you didn't give birth to a demon, which is already very good."

Nine Nether Realm is another most yin place under the ruthless sea, there are often heinous people who are sent there. I don’t know how many evil thoughts and evil thoughts have gathered for tens of thousands of years. Consciousness, every time someone comes to ask, what is the thing you regret most in your life, and it is most likely to breed demons at that time.

Xingru was holding a teacup, white air filled his eyes, the sunlight passed through the white window screen and fell on the chessboard not far away with Xingru's eyes, he sighed, "There are no demons, it's just that I am here I saw some... very strange sights in the Nine Serenity Realm, I don’t know if it’s true, and I haven’t been able to let it go for a while.”

The scene was so strange that it could almost compete with the sow climbing the tree.

Si Quan understood, put down the purple sand teapot in his hand, and explained to him: "In the Nine Nether Realm, time and space overlap. The strange scenes you saw may have happened in the past, or they may have happened in the future. You look strange now. Perhaps in another time and space, it is a normal thing.”

Xingru froze for a moment, then stared blankly at God Siquan in front of him, is that the past or the future?

No matter when, that high and mighty Fengyuan Shangshen became his highness, is there anything more ridiculous than this?

My mind was already in a mess, and the hands holding the teacup couldn't help shaking, and ripples appeared on the surface of the water.

He actually didn't want to think about many things, thinking that if he didn't think about it, everything would be the same as before, such as why he didn't see him in the document of destiny, such as why he didn't get any information about him after visiting for many days in the Nine Nether Realm. The news in half a sentence, and for example why the God of God often does some actions consistent with His Highness.

Seeing Xingru's staring eyes, Si Quan carefully asked him, "What's the matter?"

"Shangshen once told me that if there is no name of that person in the Mandate of Heaven document, that person is probably lost." He paused, looked at Si Quan, and asked him, "What else?"

The Tianhe River outside the palace winds and flows, three or two snow-white magnolias bloom on the branches, shivering in the breeze, and there are several rockery looming behind the light green gauze curtain.

"Besides that..." Si Quan looked back at him with a slight pity in his expression, he paused for a long time, and said softly, "It's an immortal."

Xingru sat there stiffly, as if he had been sitting like this since ancient times, and was weathered into an eternal stone tablet after many years, the sunlight cast shadows on his face, his gray eyes flickered twice, He seemed to understand Si Quan's words, but he didn't seem to hear anything.

The smoke and clouds in Lingxi Palace rolled like waves, and the fragrance of magnolias came with the wind. After a long, long time, the tea in his hand was already cold, Xingru raised his head, sighed slightly, and said with a smile: "That's right."

Si Quan opened his mouth, not knowing what he could say at this moment.

Xingru lowered his eyes and stared at the teacup in his hand for a while, then he opened his mouth lightly, unable to hear any sorrow or joy, he just asked Siquan: "Is there any way to know what happened in that life when Shangshen experienced calamity?"

Si Quan didn't answer him, but asked him: "Xing Ru, what are you going to do?"

Xingru put down the cup in his hand, the sunlight lingered along the wall of the cup, reflecting a little lavender brilliance, he sighed: "Actually, I can't do anything, God."

Si Quan glanced at him, and admitted Xingru's words, he was just a small rakshasa bird, even if he burned the only remaining feathers on his body in the Nine Heavens, he would not be able to lift it up. What storms come, he has helped him before, and now it doesn't matter if he helps again.

What's more, he still has one thing on his mind that he can't let go of. Maybe the person in front of him can give him an answer. He sat up a little bit, and said slowly: "If the blood of a mortal's heart is smeared on the document of destiny, it can be seen that the mortal is alive Prosperity and decline after death; if you smear the blood of the heart of the immortal on the destiny document, you can watch the life and death of the immortal several times."

Ji Huaizhou is long gone, his bones have been turned into a puddle of powder, and merged into another person's flesh and blood. As for Feng Yuan... If he can get Feng Yuan's heart and soul, then he will be the next emperor of the heavens. Not impossible.

This matter seemed to be at an impasse, but Xingru sat there quietly thinking for a while, and asked, "If I drank his blood, can I use mine?"

Si Quan nodded: "You might as well give it a try."

After the speech was over, there were fallen flowers floating down in front of the court.

In the Lingxiao Palace, Feng Yuan and Jianwu finished discussing the seal of the Nine Nether Realm, and the two played a game of chess. Just a few pieces fell on the chessboard, and Feng Yuan held the sunspots in his hand, but they did not fall. The scent of tea and turnips slowly diffuses from the emerald incense burner, and the light yellow gauze flutters on the warm pool.

Seeing him distracted, Jian Wu felt very strange, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Yuan threw the chess piece in his hand back into the chess basket, stood up, his expression was very calm, he said: "It's nothing, it's just that another thief has entered Ziwei Palace, I'll go back and have a look."

After Fengyuan left, Jianwu finished the game of chess by himself. The magnolia flowers in front of the court had been watching very well these few days, and the chaotic and swaying shadows were reflected on the palace wall on one side. He looked at it for a while, suddenly I feel that the days in the heaven seem to be getting more and more boring.

In Changqiu Palace, Xingru stood in front of the Destiny Document. He said it was a Destiny Document, but it turned out to be a huge copper mirror. Because of his inexperience, he was inexperienced in Changqiu Palace for the first time. Even half of the text about the Mandate of Heaven document was punished by God of Fengyuan to dry the book for half a day.

After being instructed by God Siquan, he realized that the huge copper mirror that caught his eye when he first entered the Changqiu Palace was the legendary document of destiny. From this, Xingru deeply realized the importance of knowledge importance.

He raised his hand, slowly opened the front of his chest, and then turned his nails into sharp instruments, found the place where the heart beat, stabbed it down hard, and cut open the white to almost transparent skin, so warm blood flowed from the gap It gurgled out, he didn't seem to feel any pain, he just calmly stained the blood with his fingers, methodically drew a few spells on the destiny document, and then waited quietly, what kind of spell would appear on the destiny document in front of him? Scenes.

A group of raging fire suddenly appeared in the mirror, and the blazing flame seemed to rush out of the mirror. The fiery red magma flowed down the mountain range and merged into the lake. There was a small island on the lake, and there was a huge coffin on the island. Birds are a rare species in the Demon Realm, so it's not surprising to see them. He stood quietly in front of the copper mirror, waiting for another person hidden deep in his blood to appear on the copper mirror.

finally...finally...

The flames were covered by ice, and everything went back to the tall pagoda a hundred years ago. It rained heavily that night, a little Zen lamp in the pagoda was like beans, and the sound of monks chanting the mantra of the past life was endless.

And above the nine heavens, the glazed palace lanterns in front of the majestic palace suddenly lit up, the cold hurricane set off torrential cloud waves, golden lotus blossoms bloomed in the misty Sanskrit sounds, and the God of Fengyuan returned from calamity.

The picture on the bronze mirror stopped here, and it became nothingness in an instant. Xingru staggered back with a pale face. He raised his hand as if to smash the destiny document in front of him, as if he would Do nothing and never happen.

But after a while, he lowered his hands dejectedly.

Didn't you already know that His Highness will not remember you after reincarnation?Didn't you remind yourself that you can never go back to the past?So what does it matter whether He is on earth or in heaven?

Is it really okay, Xingru.

He asked himself this way, then raised his head blankly, looking at the colorful dome of Changqiu Palace, tears rolled down like this.

It was also very strange, at this moment he inexplicably remembered the scene when he first met this God.

At that time, not long after he arrived in the heavenly realm, he begged for two glasses of wine from the God of Siquan. After returning, he lay down in Qiantaoyuan and fell asleep in the dark. He changed his original shape without paying attention, until someone called him a bald chicken Just woke up from sleep.

Most of the feathers on his body were burned to break the restriction of the Garanta, and then he was severely tortured, and almost fell off completely. These years, he has not been very competitive, and he just grew into a few sparsely. At this time, he was called out. The bald chicken is not overkill.

The little fairy who called him a bald chicken combed his hair and wore a light yellow skirt. He looked cute and cute. She trotted over, knelt down and reached out to touch his head, but because it was too bald, Bald, but there is no way to start.

However, the little fairy still praised him very politely, saying that when his fur grows back in the future, he must be very cute.

"Wei Lu, it's time to go."

A voice sounded in the distance, the voice was low, like the huge chime he had rang when he was a child.

After the voice fell, the surroundings were silent, with a kind of fall of winter snow.

He couldn't help raising his head and looked towards the direction of the sound. Behind the little fairy stood a tall big fairy. He was wearing a black robe with three or two wings embroidered on it. The white crane, with two clusters of curly cloud patterns, is very charming. His long black hair is tied behind his head, and a hosta is inserted obliquely. His expression can't tell anything.

This fairy looks good, the peach blossoms in the garden are scorching, the breeze blows slowly, and some petals fall on his shoulders, he raises his hand, and gently brushes them away.

He was stunned for a moment, at that time he felt that the Great Immortal Lord looked familiar, tilted his head, stared at him for a while, but couldn't remember.

I also thought that I couldn't keep up with nutrition in the Ruthless Sea in those years, and now my brain is not working well.

"This bird," Xianjun's eyes stayed on him for a moment, commented, "It's too ugly."

Xingru: "..."

After the two immortals left, he took out a mirror and admired it for a while, thinking that although his feathers are not exuberant now, they are still covered with some fine fluff. If His Highness saw it, he might be able to praise him A cute sentence, that fairy really lacks a pair of eyes to discover beauty.

He had imagined countless times that the two of them would meet again after many years.

He thought that even if his highness didn't recognize him anymore, maybe he would still come over and touch his little furry head, feed him a handful of corn, or maybe he would say a word of admiration like when he just transformed into a human form a hundred years ago What a handsome boy.

He said, this bird is too ugly.

It turns out that this is the end of everything.