Birdseye

"Come up."

Mengshu snorted, turned his head and rubbed his eyes vigorously to look again, but still did not see the shadow of the little fairy, he asked Feng Yuan with a confused face: "Where is it?"

Feng Yuan said leisurely: "The fish are coming up."

Mengshu: "..."

Xingru sank to the bottom of the Taixuan Pond, there was no sound in his ears anymore, it was dark and gloomy, and he was the only one, as if he had returned to the chaos where he hadn't broken out of his shell. This is very good, very good.

He closed his eyes, opened his hands gradually, and the Tianyin beads in his hands slipped silently. Many times in the heartless sea, he would feel that this life was too long, thinking that if he died with His Highness in Ximing The spring of 16 was just fine.

It’s just that he was never that lucky. It’s just that in the 16th year of Ximing, he didn’t know that His Royal Highness was gone, so he managed to survive and came to Shangluqiu on that day He set off a firework for His Highness, and he wanted to wait until 76 years later, when the restriction of the Garan Tower was weakened, then he could go in and retrieve His Highness.

He waited for 76 years, but never got him. In the ruthless sea, he waited for another hundred years, but still didn't wait for him. Until today, he didn't know the whole story of this old incident.

And those more than 170 years are nothing special in the long and long life of that God, maybe a doze will pass, he has experienced a catastrophe, had a dream, after waking up, Stepping on the snow without a trace.

Things in this world are always like this, gathering and parting, parting and reuniting, are just a moment. He thought that a long life is actually just a time when flowers bloom and wither in the sky and earth.

When the flower blooms, it arises, and when it withers, it dies.

That's all.

But in the Nine Nether Realm, Feng Yuan changed back to Ji Huaizhou's appearance again, is there any chance to do it all over again?

I have been waiting for many years, so wait a little longer, Xingru.

Wait a little longer and maybe your Highness will come back.

He opened his eyes and finally floated out of the water. He had been soaking in Taixuan Pond for three or four hours, and the water in Taixuan Pond was getting colder and colder. A shimmering wave of light sprinkled on the water surface, reflecting a little more blood on his cheeks, and he floated on the wave light, like a sea monster stepping on the water.

When Siquan Shangshen came over, he saw Xingru standing on the bank covered in water, his eyes were dull, his face was hopeless, and the little hair on the top of his head fell there limply, and asked him: "What's the matter?" What's the matter?"

Xingru lowered his head, and replied weakly: "Fengyuan Shangshen dropped some Tianyin beads in Taixuan Pond, and I am helping Shangshen to fish them out."

Si Quan glanced at Feng Yuan who was still fishing, and said with a smile: "It's just a few Tianyin beads, so why bother?" After he finished speaking, he raised his hand on Taixuan Pond, and the Tianyin beads seemed to be summoned , one by one jumped out of the pool and fell into his hands.

He put these Tianyin beads on the table, the sound of the beads colliding was melodious, Feng Yuan raised his head and glanced at Si Quan: "You treat him well."

Si Quan smiled, did not refute, and said to Feng Yuan: "Then I will take him away."

After he and Xingru left, Mengshu stared at Feng Yuan for a while, feeling that he was a little abnormal today, and touched his arm: "What's wrong with you?"

Feng Yuan was motionless as if in a trance, the setting sun had already sunk, the shadows on the palace wall were hidden in the darkness, a few stars in the night sky were reflected in the water, and there were ripples on the water surface, Meng Shu hurriedly called out: " Hey hey hey! The fish are all hooked! Hooked!"

The fishing rod in Feng Yuan's hand turned into a ball of illusory white light and scattered into the night. Mengshu sighed in disappointment, and then listened to Feng Yuan asking him, "What did you come to see me for today?"

Mengshu groaned, also a little confused, and it took him a while to remember, he coughed softly with his fist on his lips: "I seemed to ask you to push Pai Gow."

Feng Yuan glanced at him, got up and walked towards Changqiu Palace, Mengshu touched his nose in embarrassment, and wobbled out of Ziwei Palace.

The pool of blood in front of the Destiny Document in Changqiu Palace is still there, and for some reason it has never dried up. Feng Yuan stood beside him for a long while, and suddenly felt that the pool of blood was emitting a strange and rich fragrance. He squatted down as if possessed by a demon, stretched out his hand and dipped a little bit with his fingers, and wiped it on his lips. By the time he realized what he had done, the blood on his lips had disappeared.

He frowned, raised his hand to wipe off the blood on the ground, his face was very gloomy.

Outside the window, the moonlight was like water, and a snow-colored Tianyin bead at the bottom of Taixuan Pool slowly rolled down from the reef.

Si Quan sent Xingru back to Qiantaoyuan, and he asked Xingru on the way: "Do you think he is still the person you are looking for?"

Xingru thought for a while, and replied, "Only for a brief moment occasionally, I feel that way."

But soon, he was able to wake up.

For example, on that day, Feng Yuan held a banquet in Ziwei Palace for the acceptance ceremony of his new apprentice, his apprentice was named Xi Gu, who was brought up by him from the Heartless Sea.

When Xingru first arrived in the sky, many immortals would talk about the grand reunion between God Fengyuan and Immortal Xigu in the heartless sea. Because God Fengyuan owed Xigu a debt of love, God let them Among thousands of people, they can see each other at a glance, and the red thread of fate has been entwined around their fingertips since then, and the god made of ice and snow is dragged into the world of mortals.

The celestial lords also said that since the God of Fengyuan owed a debt of love, this celestial Xigu would most likely enter the Ziwei Palace in the future. Although there is no precedent in the heavens for reference, it is always written like this in the scriptures of the human world.

On the day when Fengyuan brought Xi Gu to the heaven, all the immortals began to secretly inquire about the relationship between the two. When they heard that this was a debt of love owed by the gods when they went down to earth, the immortals They were so shocked that they almost jumped up to the Xiantai, and immediately spread the news. In just half a day, the whole heaven knew that the old iron tree of Fengyuan Shangshen was about to bloom peach blossoms.

The gossiping celestial beings originally thought that the God of God was about to get married, but a few days later, news spread that the God of God was going to accept the Immortal Xigu as an apprentice. It is often said in the world that one day will be a teacher and a life will be a father. It can be seen that the God of God wants to play A particularly exciting one.

At that time, he didn't know that Feng Yuan was him, and he was happy for Xi Gu to find his destined person, so he cheekily brought a bitter bamboo pen as a congratulatory gift, and attended the banquet with great interest, thinking of finding another opportunity to check it out Where is the destiny document?

Chu Sang is gone, and he always wants to fulfill his last wish.

In order to find the document of destiny, he sneaked out of the Mingguang Hall with two jugs of wine before the banquet was over, and walked around to the back of the hall. There was a mysia tree at the back of the hall, which was tall and big, with a thick trunk that could be embraced by several people, with verdant branches and leaves. , such as a graceful canopy.

There were wisterias hanging down the palace walls on both sides, with clusters of calyxes and a strange fragrance. With a light leap, he jumped onto the tree, looked at the huge Ziwei Palace in the distance, and guessed that the Destiny Document should be in Changqiu, Wangyou, etc. Among the two palaces, it was just how to get the document of destiny without alarming the high god, he still needed to plan carefully after returning.

After he secretly memorized the layout of the palace, he didn't rush down. He unconsciously broke off a few slender branches and picked off four or five leaves. When he realized it, he realized that he wanted to make a nest Yes, he stared at the already formed bird's nest for a while, then smiled miserably.

After a long time, he came down from the fanhu tree and sat down against the root of the tree. The two jugs of wine that came along at the banquet went into his stomach in a short while.

The sky was getting dark, and the banquet was over, and the chatter and laughter of several immortals could be heard not far away.

He fell drunk under the tree, looking up at the bright moon above his head, not knowing what night it is.

The voices of the immortals gradually faded away, he closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth raised upwards, he didn't even know what he was laughing at, what else he could laugh at.

The Tianhe River gurgled past, the shadows of the trees whirled, and the floating light leaped into gold. After a long time, the sound of footsteps was getting closer.

He opened his eyes, raised his head a little dullly, and the cold moonlight shrouded the visitor like a silver veil, his face could not be seen clearly under the scorching brilliance.

The visitor stopped in front of him, the hem of his clothes was shaking, and the silver thread shone slightly. He heard someone whispering in his ear, "Did you steal the wine again?"

At that time, he made a fool of himself, opened his mouth, his eyes became hot, and he called out in a low voice: "Your Highness..."

The jug fell from his arms and fell crookedly under the tree roots. He raised his head and opened his eyes wide, trying to take a closer look at the person in front of him.

But his highness stood there, indifferent from beginning to end. He didn't bend down to hug him, nor did he show the helpless look he had before. Even his facial features became another person. look like.

Slowly, the confusion on his face disappeared.

He is a little drunk.

He knew that he was drunk, that's why he mistook the God in front of him for his Highness.

Blame him for being greedy, blame him for being careless, and blame him for indulging in joy and never forgetting the past.

It was obviously a story many years ago, but it was still as clear in his mind as yesterday.

At that time, he hadn't yet turned into a human form, because he had a serious illness after drinking a lot of alcohol, so since then Ji Huaizhou didn't let him drink too much, and set a rule for him to only drink twice a month. And no more than three cups each time.

On the third day of the first lunar month, Ji Huaizhou went out for a banquet. The amber crescent moon hung in the sky, and the silvery white moonlight poured down through the thin mist and sprinkled in the forest, like remaining snow that had not been swept away.

Not long after Ji Huaizhou left, Xingru flew to the sycamore tree in the yard, where many small wine glasses he collected from various places were hidden. He caught these wine glasses with his pointed mouth and flew all over the prince's mansion. Up and down, a dozen glasses of wine were stolen and placed on the table, neatly arranged in three rows.

He was still a very particular bird at that time, he knew exactly what kind of wine glass to use for what kind of wine, and when drinking, he also liked to pay attention to the beauty of an artistic conception just like those literati and poets.

There was a narrow gap in the window, and the moonlight entered the cup. He carefully held the wine he had stolen from Japan with his wings, lowered his head and took a sip, shivered intoxicated, and then let out a long sigh.

However, before Xingru had a good taste of the wine in the glass, he heard the sound of Ji Huaizhou's chariot coming back from outside the prince's mansion. Xingru didn't expect him to come back so early today. The wine glass on the table poured out the window along with the wine.

He was in a hurry for a while, and when he turned around, he found a gilt wine glass left on the return case. He rushed down to catch the wine glass, and just as it landed on the window sill, Ji Huaizhou was already outside the door, and Xingru didn't dare to throw the wine glass out. Busily hid it in the thin fluff under the abdomen.

At this time, Ji Huaizhou pushed the door open and entered, half moonlight came from behind him, and his body carried the faint fragrance of plum blossoms.

As soon as he entered the door, he could smell the smell of alcohol, and saw Xingru curled himself up into a small ball by the window sill, and immediately understood what was going on. He walked over and asked him, "Did you steal alcohol again?"

Xingru looked up at him, but didn't admit it, her little furry head shook like a rattle.

Ji Huaizhou sighed softly, stood aside with his arms folded, and said to him helplessly, "Left."

Xingru blinked, and her little paw pulled the wine glass hidden under her belly to the right, and after a while, she lifted the bright yellow little paw on the left, and the empty window sill below was very clean.

Ji Huaizhou hummed: "To the right."

Xingru's movements were more lingering than before, and it took a lot of effort to pull the wine glass to the other side. He raised his right paw, but there was still nothing underneath.

He tilted his round head and looked at Ji Huaizhou with small black bean-like eyes, very innocent, as if telling him, look, there is nothing.

But he didn't know that his small movements were clearly reflected in Ji Huaizhou's eyes. Ji Huaizhou shook his head, put his hands down, and smiled.

Seeing him smiling, Xingru just breathed a sigh of relief when Ji Huaizhou stretched out his hand and hugged the whole bird. Xingru kicked twice with her little claws, and he kicked the wine glass hidden under her belly to the other side of the window. side.

The wine glass fell, rolled twice and then fell down, hitting several other wine glasses below, making a series of jingling sounds.

Ji Huaizhou thought he was just drinking a drink secretly, but when he heard the sound, he realized that he had underestimated him, so he poked his head out and looked out the window. Through the dim light, he saw a lot of people lying crookedly under the wall. The wine glass, as well as the undried wine, had already formed a thin layer of ice.

Xingru nestled in Ji Huaizhou's arms, blinking his eyes, feeling that he just made a small mistake. It is true that he did steal a little wine, but he did not drink a glass of wine today.

However, before Xingru could defend himself, he heard Ji Huaizhou say to himself: "There is no more wine for this month and next month."

Xingru was dumbfounded.

He didn't even have a sip of today's wine, but he didn't even have any future wine

No matter how he acted coquettishly, there would indeed be no wine for the next two months.

Those are all stories from a long, long time ago, and they are all stories that can never be repeated again.

A hundred years later, on this day, someone said similar words to him again, but he thought that he was not his Highness after all.

So he slowly got up from the ground, shook the fallen leaves on his sleeves, and respectfully called out to Feng Yuan in front of him: "God."

The God of Feng Yuan also asked him quite politely: "Is the wine good?"

He laughed dryly at that time: "Shangshen's wine is naturally good."