Birdseye

Xingru got up from the bed, his legs were still a little weak, but he stood upright, arched towards Feng Yuan and said: "Thank you God for saving me, Xiaoxian will leave first."

Feng Yuan sat in front of the long table, looked up at him, white smoke curled up slowly from his eyes, and in the mist, there were many strange scenes passing by his eyes, as if someone was holding his hand and calling His Highness said to him.

He remembered that day in Wangyou Palace, that's what the little monster called him.

After a long time, he said to Xingru, "You should stay in Wangyou Palace first."

Xingru didn't understand which play Feng Yuan wanted to see, he lowered his head, and replied: "Xiaoxian is not here to bother Shangshen anymore."

"I asked you to stay here."

Xingru raised his head, blinked his eyes, looked a little dazed, his eyes wandered in Wangyou Palace for a moment, and then stopped on Feng Yuan.

This Shangshen, who has always been fearless, felt guilty for the first time when he looked at Shang Xingru's eyes at this time. He got up from the case quickly and walked outside the palace.

Xingru looked at the back of him leaving, a little lost in thought, until his figure completely disappeared from his sight, he smiled.

Feng Yuan was not wrong, as he said, it was just dealt with according to the law of heaven.

Feng Yuan went to Chang Le Xuan, and when Meng Shu came over, he saw a book spread out in front of him, and he hadn't turned a page for a long time. He sat down on the opposite side of Feng Yuan, quite angrily disgusted him and said : "What's the matter with you and Xi Gu?"

Feng Yuan hummed, and turned a page of the book in his hand, but his eyes didn't even have a focus, so he replied casually: "What's wrong?"

Meng Shu sighed: "In the past, your fate was superficial. I made a fortune-telling for you a few days ago, and the divination showed that your fate has been exhausted."

For some reason, Feng Yuan suddenly remembered the red thread he tore off on the Full Moon Bridge that day.

At that time, he felt that fate was a thing of nothingness, maybe the red thread was deliberately deceived by some little immortals, but now that he thinks about it, he feels a little regret for no reason.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Mengshu looked at him with a bit of shock, and asked him: "Could it be that you were bewitched by that bald little fairy?"

Feng Yuan finally raised his head, he closed the book in his hand, looked at Mengshu, and asked slowly: "How do you know that the person who is destined for me is not him?"

Mengshu shook his head: "If you have a destiny with that little fairy, he is now in Wangyou Palace, how can this fate come to an end?"

Seeing Feng Yuan lightly put his index finger on the table thoughtfully, Mengshu narrowed his eyes, looked at him like a fox, and asked him after a while: "Do you really like it?" Is that the little fairy?"

However, Fengyuan not only did not answer Mengshu's question, but also asked him a somewhat tricky question, "If I want to remember my experience of going down to earth a few years ago... Forget it, it's useless to tell you."

An immortal who has gone through calamities and has forgotten his past will never have such thoughts for no reason. Mengshu looked at him strangely: "What's wrong with you? Isn't this the rule you set before? What did you think of?" ? What else do you mean it’s useless to tell me?”

In the past, after the immortals returned from calamities, because they cared a lot, suffered a lot, and had many enemies in the world, they often gave birth to demons and disturbed the reincarnation of the lower realm. Forget the dust and thunder, and melt the past into clouds and smoke.

"It's nothing." He said in his mouth, but pressed his fingers on his temples.

He doesn't really look like he's all right.

Mengshu felt that today's Feng Yuan was very strange, but he couldn't figure out where the strangeness was. Feng Yuan's thoughts were always difficult to guess, so he temporarily suppressed this matter in his heart, and said to Feng Yuan: "Yes Well, there is one more thing, Jianwu said, the seal of Nine Nether Realm seems to be loosening."

Feng Yuan looked through the layers of green gauze curtains, and landed on the lotus pond in the distance, and said: "When we find time, Si Quan and I will go to Jiuyou Realm to have a look again."

On the second day, Si Quan came to Wangyou Palace to look for Xing Ru, and the first thing he said when he came was: "Feng Yuan and I are going to Jiuyou Realm tomorrow."

Xingru raised his head, looked at Si Quan for a while, and thanked him.

He didn't know if this high god was aware of his relationship with Feng Yuan, maybe he should know, with a little confusion in his eyes, he lowered his eyes, thought for a while, and asked, "Why is the relationship between the Nine Nether Realm There is also a demon seal?"

"There are four Heavenly Demon seals, in the human world, the ruthless sea, the Nine Nether Realm, and the Demon Realm." Si Quan paused and continued, "It should have been more than 100 years ago when the seal on the human world was broken. Deduce the art of picking stars, Feng Yuan has just returned from the calamity, and because of the damage of the soul, I went to the seclusion. Jianwu and I killed the dragon on the coast of the East China Sea. It was a person in the world who died and repaired the seal. I only found out about this after I returned to the heavenly realm."

"Hou Mengshu deduced that the next seal loosening should be in the sea of ​​ruthlessness, so Jianwu sent two immortals to make amends in the sea of ​​ruthlessness. The two celestial lords were bewildered by the fog of the illusory sea, and chaos appeared. At that time, he had already fallen into the demon, but fortunately, Feng Yuan sensed that he had a ray of soul in the ruthless sea, and he arrived in time to repair the seal of the demon."

Xingru nodded, after hearing Si Quan's words today, many things in the past can be linked together.

"Thank God."

After Si Quan left, Wangyou Palace returned to silence. Xingru lay on the bed, staring at the painting above her head, looking at it over and over again.

I don't know how long I can wait for you, Your Highness.

Come back early, okay?

The main gate of Wangyou Palace was pushed open, the warm south wind and Feng Yuan rushed in together, Feng Yuan closed the door casually, and stopped behind the screen, the glazed palace lanterns reflected the beautiful feathers on the screen, and the little monster was sleeping soundly on the bed .

Feng Yuan stepped over and stood beside the bed, looking down at Xing Ru on the bed.

After a long time, his lips moved slightly.

"My...Xingru..." He yelled very slowly, like a child learning to speak, until he finished speaking these four words, he suddenly felt that calling him this was very fluent, he raised his hand, Want to touch the top of his head.

But the palm of his hand seemed to be scalded by a raging fire, Feng Yuan was stunned for a moment.

What kind of catastrophe did I go through when I went down to earth?How many love debts have you owed?

It seems that since the night when the little monster hugged him and got drunk, nothing has been right.

He thought that he didn't care about the catastrophe that happened over a hundred years, that he would never be disturbed by love, that fate was something that could be discarded at will.

But now it seems that he is not as loveless, hateless, ruthless and lustless as he imagined.

What would it be like if he liked someone?

If he really likes someone, he should hold that person in the palm of his hand and put it in the bottom of his heart.

He looked at Xingru on the bed, how could he be willing to let him become what he is now?

Just like that, the howling of Jialan Tower a hundred years ago rang in his ears again.

Feng Yuan left Wangyou Palace, this night, he sat beside Taixuan Pond, looking at the moon, for a whole night.

For some unknown reason, the God of Fengyuan kept Xingru in Wangyou Palace. After the news spread, all the immortals in the sky gathered to discuss this matter for several times, and felt more and more Xingruxianjun is not easy.

After the two gods left, Weilu's homework was reduced by half, and she came to Ziwei Palace to play with Xingru when she had nothing to do.

When she saw Xingru, she immediately wowed and asked him, "Why is there only one hair left on the top of your head?"

Xingru was stunned for a moment, he raised his hand to touch his head, but he didn't know when the feather on top of his head fell off again.

Weilu suddenly realized, facing Xingru, said: "I know, you are the only one out there."

The little fairy spoke really nicely, Xingru thought about it, and replied: "It's really pretty."

"Why are there so few hairs on your body?" Wei Lu wanted to ask this question a long time ago, but she felt that she and Xingru were not familiar enough before, and now the two of them are also considered.

"Burn out," he said.

Weilu sat down beside him, holding her chin, as if she wanted to listen to the story, "Why did it burn out?"

Xingru sighed lightly, and said regretfully: "Burn it for fun, burn it up and burn it up."

Wei Lu's eyes widened, she was very puzzled, with her superficial experience, she still couldn't figure out, how could there be birds burning their own feathers for fun in this world.

Xingru didn't say anything more, it doesn't really matter how the feathers disappeared.

Because that confession that he thought could move the world and make mountains and rivers cry was always his self-importance, and from the beginning to the end, his highness was not able to see it.

Weilu waited for a long time, but before Xingru could complete the story, she sighed deeply, and then sighed again.

She sighed five times, but Xingru didn't tell his story, Weilu had no choice but to give up, she held up her skirt, pointed to the top of the curtain and asked Xingru: "Why is there a bird drawn on it? Did you draw it?"

Xingru shook his head: "No."

"Is that painted by Fengyuan Shangshen?" Weilu stood on tiptoe to take a closer look at the bird on the painting, she propped her chin and said, "It's quite cute, how could Shangshen draw such a bird?" Bird, is this what you looked like when you were a child?"

This little fairy's unintentional words have revealed the truth.

Xingru raised her hand to help Weilu take off the painting, but the sleeve slid down his arm, Weilu looked up at him, then was startled, pointed to his arm and asked him: "What are you doing?" Why is there a scar here?"

Xingru raised his eyes and looked at his arm. A large piece of flesh had been gouged out that year, and it failed to recover after many years.

He was in a daze for a moment. In fact, his highness had treated him so coldly before.

"It hurts a lot," Wei Lu asked him distressedly. This little fairy has always been a bodhisattva. She walked over and raised her hand to touch the scar, but she was afraid that it would hurt Xing Ru, so she only asked him in the end, "How could there be such a big scar?"

Xingru thought for a while, then knelt down and asked Weilu, "Have you heard the story about the Buddha cutting meat to feed the eagle?"

Weilu hummed, nodded, and said: "When Tianjun told me the Buddhist scriptures, he told this story." After she finished speaking, she seemed to realize something, and asked Xingru with rounded eyes, "You also cut meat to feed the eagles?" La?"

Outside the window, Du Hengcao poked out his green head and swaggered at the window, the shadow of the incense burner was reflected on the light yellow veil behind him, Xingru smiled slowly, and said to Weilu, "I cut my flesh and fed it to the Buddha."