Birdseye

In the dream, Feng Yuan stood behind a warm pool, a few fallen flowers floated on the surface of the pool, with shallow ripples, and the lingering smoke dispersed a little, enveloping a lot of green grass by the pool.

The white pebbles on the shore were filled with warm light, Feng Yuan sat down on the rocking chair, his eyes were a little confused, as if he was looking for something, but he couldn't think of it for a while.

He sat like this for a long time, until a small round head suddenly poked out from behind the stone, Feng Yuan felt that the empty piece in his heart was finally complete.

It stared at the small eyes like black beans, tilted its head, and looked at itself for a long time, Feng Yuan inexplicably saw a bit of guilt in the eyes of this little fat bird.

He rested his chin on one hand, and stared at it for a while, the little fat bird finally jumped out from behind the stone after a long while. Its belly was white, its tail and back were covered with thin pink fluff, and there was a big bird on its head. bright red dots,

Probably because it is winter, the fluff on its body is extra fluffy, and it walks like a small ball that can move by itself.

It came to the rocking chair, raised its head, looked at Feng Yuan and chirped twice, seeing that Feng Yuan ignored it, it flapped its wings very vigorously and jumped up.

But it can't fly yet, it can only jump three or two inches high at a time.

Feng Yuan looked at it for a while, but didn't help, the little fat bird was so tired that it was about to fall down, its small chest heaved violently, it looked up and stared at Feng Yuan, its eyes seemed to shoot fire, and it was about to swish The ground burned several holes in Feng Yuan's body.

Seeing that Feng Yuan still ignored him, the little bird drooped his little head angrily, and scratched his little paws vigorously on the ground. Leaning down and stretching out his hand, the eyes of the dejected little bird lit up.

The chubby little bird just jumped onto his palm, along his arm and onto his shoulder, and then rubbed his cheek affectionately with its fluffy little head.

Feng Yuan didn't remember that he had ever raised birds, but felt that what happened in front of him was very familiar.

He raised his hand and scratched the little bird's chin, as if he had done it a thousand times before. The little fat bird was so comfortable that the whole bird shivered, and its little head kept shaking.

Feng Yuan smiled silently. He was lying on the rocking chair, and the little fat bird was playing in his waterfall of blue hair. After playing for a long time, a few strands of hair were entangled in its little paws. The little bird lowered its head and was careful. He untied the hair wrapped around its paws, occasionally hurt Feng Yuan, but he didn't care, he just let it mess around.

After getting free from his hair, the little bird came to his chest, bounced and stomped on it, pawed and pulled twice with its bright yellow claws, but failed to tear open his clothes, and was rather disappointed. Hit his chest twice with his small head, like someone scratched his heart lightly, but it didn't hurt.

Tired of playing, the little bird lay down on his chest and yawned, looking a little drowsy. His eyes stared at Feng Yuan for a while, and after a while they narrowed into a gap, and then looked at Feng Yuan again. It was time to fall asleep.

The sun hangs high in the sky, the leaves of the sycamore tree above the head have all fallen off, and a few branches are left lying in the air. The wind blows gently, casting a few swaying shadows, and there are still a few branches on the top of the distant mountain. The remaining snow has not melted, like a large camellia blooming.

Feng Yuan raised his head and looked at it for a long time, he thought, if it just passed day by day like this, it would be good.

He sighed softly, raised his hand to touch its head, and called it: "My..."

My what, the following words seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't pronounce its name no matter what.

Suddenly, Feng Yuan felt that his heart seemed to be pierced by a sharp blade, and the bright red blood began to spread from the front of his eyes until it spread far, far away, only this bright red remained in the world.

He lay quietly on the spot, as if he was afraid of disturbing the sleeping bird on his chest, and slowly raised his hand to cover his eyes. In a trance, he heard someone call His Highness in his ear.

He didn't know why the voice called him that, but his eyes were inexplicably hot, and he was about to shed tears.

The bird finally noticed the abnormality of Feng Yuan, it opened its sleepy eyes, raised its head in a daze, looked at Feng Yuan for a while, took two steps forward, hesitated, lowered its head and pecked on his lips, Quickly jumped away again, facing Feng Yuan with his butt, as if it wasn't the one who kissed Feng Yuan's mouth just now.

Feng Yuan was slightly stunned, put down his hands, and looked at the little fat bird in front of him, the bright colors returned to his eyes in the next moment, his fingers stroked the back of the little bird, and the little bird's tail feathers trembled.

However, at the next moment, it turned into a silver-white streamer, scattered into two or three fireflies, and disappeared in front of Feng Yuan's eyes.

Feng Yuan was stunned at the same place, his hand was still in mid-air, but the little bird was gone, he held his hand there, and waited for a long, long time, but the little fat bird never came back.

Until dusk, the glazed palace lantern reflected his bleak shadow, and there was a thin stream of water flowing into the warm pool, making a lingering sound.

He can't keep it.

After all, it was just a fantasy dream left to him by him.

But he didn't know it yet.

The world in front of him immediately fell into a thick blackness, Feng Yuan stopped in place, still thinking about when his little bird would return to him, until a long, long time later, a little light flickered in the distance, He vaguely understood that it would never come back again.

He stepped up and walked in the direction of the light spot.

He finally woke up from this dream.

When he opened his eyes, the bird he painted that day was still hanging on the top of the tent, which was the same as what he saw in his dream.

Feng Yuan could not help but smile.

"You finally woke up." A sigh of relief sounded in his ears.

Feng Yuan turned his head to look, and saw Mengshu holding a rabbit, standing aside, looking at him with a little sympathy.

For the time being, he still doesn't know where the sympathy in his eyes comes from, his eyes swept across the Wangyou Palace, and asked Mengshu: "Where is Xingru?"

"Ah?" Mengshu was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that Feng Yuan's first sentence would be to ask this after waking up, and he replied: "He was still here just now, by the way, his original form is a Raksha bird from the Demon Realm, and he is still here." There is a wound on your chest, it seems that he also pecked it out."

Just now Mengshu checked the wound on Feng Yuan's chest, and lamented that the little fairy was too courageous. Although Feng Yuan did fall asleep before, Wangyou Palace didn't just let it go. Where he comes and goes.

But it's also strange that the peacock on the mica screen never came out from the beginning to the end, and Meng Shu even wondered if it was bewitched by that Xingru Xianjun just now.

After all, his original form with fur looks really good.

Feng Yuan lowered his head and glanced at his chest, the wound was ferocious and uneven, the flesh and blood were turned out, the heart inside was faintly visible, it could be seen that the little monster was serious, but he didn't feel any pain for so long.

He hummed, didn't seem to care too much, closed the front of his chest, and asked Mengshu again: "What about others?"

Mengshu shook his head: "Then I don't know, Si Quan said just now that he went out to find him."

After finishing speaking, he hugged the rabbit in his arms to Feng Yuan, and said to him: "Also, Xi Gu was also trapped in a dream by him. I just took a look at it. I'm afraid I won't be able to get out in two or three months. here."

Feng Yuan only lifted his eyelids and took a look, but ignored it. Mengshu felt that his attitude was a little cold, and also a little different from his usual self.

He moved his lips, but some words were left unsaid after all.

Feng Yuan got up from the bed, casually put on a robe and walked out of Wangyou Palace. There were a few poplar flowers floating in the sky above his head, fluttering and undulating in the wind, as if he had trekked for a long time, and finally came to him, falling in the air. Down.

He looked up at the sky, the weather was fine that day, the south wind brought poplar flowers to this place from under the Full Moon Bridge, and the Mysterious Hub tree bloomed during the days when he was sleeping, covering its branches, but The sunlight is a little harsh.

Even though it was such a good day, he had just come out of his inner demons, but he didn't feel happy in his heart.

Not long after, Mengshu came up from behind and said to him, "Siquan said that he is going to Xiantai now, and that little fairy might be there too."

As soon as his words fell, Feng Yuan had already disappeared in front of him.

Mengshu looked at the tearful rabbit in his arms, sighed softly, put the rabbit down, and hurried to Dengxiantai.

Under the fairy platform, the sun is warm, the water of the Tianhe River is shimmering, a few Udumbara flowers fell on the ground, and their thin petals trembled with the wind. Si Quan was still standing where he was. He had been standing here for a long time. With the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned around and looked at Feng Yuan with an indescribably strange gaze. He opened his mouth slowly and said to Feng Yuan: "He has jumped to the immortal platform."

Mengshu, who was following closely behind, heard such a sentence as soon as he appeared, and was immediately taken aback. He thought that the little fairy must have returned to the Demon Realm after showing his original shape, so why did he suddenly jump up to the immortal platform? ?

He stared and pointed to the Dengxiantai above: "He...he jumped off?"

Si Quan nodded.

After hearing this, Feng Yuan didn't have any special expression on his face, as if he heard that Mengshu lost in a card game, or that he heard Jianwu say that he had forged a new sword.

That little fairy is lazy, drunk, cunning, and always harbors ill intentions towards him. Today, when he landed on the immortal platform, his mind and soul are not stable, maybe his soul is gone, and he will never be seen again in the heavens. There is nothing wrong with that.

is it?

is it?

The sunlight between heaven and earth suddenly became dim, sad winds blew up, the water of Tianhe meandered, flowed in the red dust for many years, and then returned to Taixuan Lake, and this cycle was endless.

In the Nine Nether Realm, that person's expression of blame and pity once again appeared in front of his eyes, the wound on his chest seemed to be torn open again, and his eyes were flooded with overwhelming blood.

He raised his head, and vaguely saw the little fat bird in his dream appearing in front of him again at some point. He raised his hand, wanting it to fall on the palm of his hand, but the little bird tilted its head and called to him, Then he fluttered his wings and plunged towards Dengxiantai.

Feng Yuan's breathing stopped instantly, and his heart also stopped beating. He looked at Dengxiantai in front of him, and the divine light of thousands of years below the stage turned into countless dream hooks, carrying lightning to shuttle endlessly through the clouds.

What happened to the little monster down there?Will he complain of pain?Will you cry?

Will it be... called His Highness?

A silver light flashed in Feng Yuan's hand. It was the divine sword Kunwu. He once clung to this sword to sweep away the evil things between the heaven and the earth, and once used this sword to seal the heavenly demon in the outer realm.

Mengshu watched in shock as he stepped onto the immortal platform with his sword in hand, followed closely behind and shouted: "Feng Yuan, what are you going to do?"

Kunwu sword is capable of fighting against Shangxianmeng hook, but his heart is just right, and if he is a little careless, he will also end up forgetting his past.

Feng Yuan actually didn't know what he was going to do, but when he thought that the little monster was currently suffering from the Dream Hook under the Immortal Platform, and maybe he was about to disappear between the heaven and the earth, he felt that he should punish him.

He's messing around like that, he should find him out from under Dengxiantai.

Then, teach him slowly.

The wind gradually became stronger, and a few Udumbara flowers crossed the palace gates and danced in the air. When the wind stopped, they fell into the Tianhe River, drifted with the water waves, and returned to the Taixuan Pool. The Tianyin beads at the bottom of the pool played The Sanskrit sound curled up, the voice was clear, and it took a long time to dissipate.

Amidst Mengshu's exclamation, he jumped down from the platform.