Birdseye

The flowers in the Thousand Peach Garden are blooming like brocades, the setting sun is reflected in the western sky, thousands of rays of light are pouring down, the golden clouds are piled up layer by layer, and the fragrant grass is separated by the Taixuan Pool.

As soon as Feng Yuan returned to Ziwei Palace, Mengshu came over with a stack of official documents, and said to him: "Jianwu went to Jiuyou Realm, some official documents have not been processed in time, you should deal with them first when you come back Alright."

Feng Yuan was stunned for a moment, took the official documents that Mengshu handed over, and asked: "Si Quan hasn't returned from the Nine Nether Realm yet?"

Mengshu hummed, and said: "But Jianwu has already gone, so nothing should happen."

He waited for a while, but did not wait for Feng Yuan to comfort him. Mengshu was obviously anxious, and walked around the Changqiu Palace twice with his hands behind his back, frowning for a while, baring his teeth for a while. Why did Quan go to Jiuyoujing for so long and didn't come back, but he saw that Feng Yuan had already sat down in front of the long case, sticking to his pen to deal with the official documents left by Jianwu.

Mengshu walked over, put his arms on the table, opened his mouth, and felt that what he said now was a waste of words, he finally stood up against the table, and said: "No, I have to go back to Yuanming Palace to do a divination. No matter what, after you have finished processing the official documents, go to retreat immediately."

Feng Yuan hummed, but he didn't pay too much attention to it, the movements of his hands remained the same, it was just a Heavenly Demon seal, now that he has gone to the two High Gods, there shouldn't be any accidents.

After dealing with Jianwu's remaining official documents, Feng Yuan went to the Demon Realm again, but learned that their Demon Lord was not in the Demon Realm, and they didn't know where they went.

Later Liu Jia and Feng Yuan said that His Majesty seemed to have gone to the human world.

Because of the busy business in the Heaven Realm during this period, Feng Yuan couldn't wait for him in the Demon Realm, he thought for a while, left two blooming peach blossoms in His Majesty's bedroom, and went back to the Heaven Realm.

In the Yuanming Palace, Mengshu looked down at the hexagrams in front of him, and the copper coin in his hand fell to the ground. The sound was clear and crisp, like jade and stones colliding, and the jingle was melodious, echoing endlessly in the empty Yuanming Palace.

His complexion is not very good-looking, he has calculated this hexagram several times, and the hexagram is always consistent, which is a sign of great evil.

How could it be a bad omen?Even if Heavenly Demon breaks the seal, it shouldn't be like this. Is there anything else they don't know?

Mengshu hurriedly went to Ziwei Palace to find Feng Yuan, and told him about it, Feng Yuan thought for a while, then said to Mengshu: "Then I will go to Jiuyou Realm to have a look."

When Mengshu heard this, he immediately frowned, and looked at Feng Yuan disapprovingly, and for the first time he dared to mock the former co-lord of heaven and earth in front of Feng Yuan: "What are you looking at now? If you go there, you will hold back Jianwu, if you really want to, go to retreat quickly."

Feng Yuan thought for a while, summoned the Kunwu sword, and said slowly to Mengshu: "Why don't we go out to fight now and see who is holding back?"

Mengshu immediately fainted, even though the current Feng Yuan looks like a crispy skin, he really didn't dare to fight him, he waved his hands quickly, pretending to say loudly: "It's already at this time, you and I don't want to talk about it by ourselves." Let's kill each other."

Feng Yuan unhurriedly took back the Kunwu sword, Mengshu heaved a sigh of relief, and he said slowly: "No matter what, let me go, even if you are a little stronger than me now, wait until the two of us go to Jiujiu together." Youjing, something really happened, you probably won’t be able to last long, and I have a headache after reading the official documents of Jianwu, so please stay in the heaven for a while longer.”

Mengshu knew that he was not good at fighting, and he was frightened by a demon lord dressed as a woman a few years ago, and now he is a little bit of the same hand, but he is also a god, and he can be of great use when necessary.

Didn't hear Feng Yuan's answer, Mengshu continued: "I'll just take a look outside Jiuyou, try to come back as soon as possible, you don't have to worry too much."

Feng Yuan finally glanced at him, thoughtfully, and said to him after a while: "It's okay, you should be careful."

Mengshu nodded, "If you have nothing to do, go to retreat as soon as possible. Immortal Xingru is now the Lord of the Demon Realm. I heard that you even trained him a magic weapon. I guess no one in the world can bully him. "

Hearing Mengshu mentioned Xingru, a smile flashed across Feng Yuan's eyes.

Mengshu twitched the corners of his mouth, Feng Yuan looked like two people in front of them and in front of the demon lord, if they didn't know the whole story of this incident, they might think that Feng Yuan had betrayed the heavens and entered the world. Under the command of the Demon Lord.

In fact, if the demon master really has the idea of ​​recruiting Feng Yuan, it is not impossible.

Mengshu came out of Ziwei Palace thinking about these messy things, and went to Jiuyou Realm after a little preparation.

The heavens are still peaceful. Dozens of white cranes stand on the bank of the Tianhe River with one foot, singing to the sky. Under the clear sky, flying snow falls into the Tianhe River and melts quietly.

The demon lord went to the human world, although it was the cold winter months, but because the New Year's Eve was approaching, the streets of the capital were very lively, bustling crowds passed by him, and there was an endless stream of chariots and horses covered with emerald green feathers.

He looked around, a little dazed, listening to the endless noise around him, and didn't know where he should go for a moment.

The sky was getting darker, and there were tiny snowflakes floating down from the sky. The moonlight and lights reflected the snowflakes into dancing fireflies. Very long, the high city wall isolates the icy moonlight from outside the city, and the moonlight rushes on the mottled city wall along with the melted snow.

His figure was finally completely hidden in the darkness.

Someone behind him seemed to call Xingru, and the demon master turned his head subconsciously. The evening wind blew past his head, and withered yellow leaves fluttered down from the branches, falling into the half-bright moonlight from the entrance of the alley.

The demon lord was slightly absent-minded, leaning against the city wall behind him, watching couples of lovers walking by the alley holding hands, this scene was somewhat familiar, perhaps there was such a scene in his forgotten memories .

At that time, there should also be someone walking by his side and holding his hand.

The Demon Lord looked up at the moonlit night sky, some snowflakes fell between his eyebrows, he didn't know what Feng Yuan was doing in the heavens at this time, thinking of this, he smiled slightly, his eyebrows and eyes were curved, and the sky was full of bright stars It fell into his eyes together with the three-point moonlight.

He continued to walk towards the north, passed by many prosperous capitals, and also stayed in deserted villages, and heard stories about that Highness from the mouths of many people.

When passing by Qingcheng, he saw a Nanhua General Temple on the outskirts. Stretching green and lush branches and leaves, verdant and verdant like a giant umbrella holding up the sky, the demon master sat on the root of the old tree, wondering what the tree has.

The cold wind became more and more violent, and the branches and leaves of the shaking bodhi tree were rattling. The devil was about to get up and leave, when suddenly a few small brown fruits fell and hit him on the top of his head. He covered his head and looked up, and saw A stream of light hung from the gaps in the leaves, he was stunned for a moment, then stretched out his hand, the stream of light fell into his palm, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a while, the cold wind gradually subsided, and only the rustling of leaves remained in my ears. What I saw just now seemed to be just his own hallucination.

The demon lord frowned, shook his head, and stood up with the trunk of the tree, wondering why he was drunk before drinking.

He left the Nanhua General Temple, walked through the heavy snow, went to the human palace, and took two history books from the history museum.

There are not many descriptions of the Qinghe prince in the history books, and some were deleted under the pressure of the imperial power. Now there are only a few thin pages left, which will be flipped quickly.

After all, his life was too short, and there was no time to leave more, so it passed.

Even the prince's beloved son Xingru, only a few crosses were left to him, ending with the love of purity and love.

Not much fun.

After coming out of the palace, the demon lord found a tea shop and sat in, ordered a pot of tea and a plate of peanuts, and listened to the storyteller talking about the old events of more than a hundred years ago.

The storyteller held a ruler in his hand, and talked about the scenery of Dayin when he founded the country, the tragic wars in northern Xinjiang, and the Prince Qinghe who entered the Jialan Tower to pray for the people.

But today he is talking about another unknown past, that is, two days before His Royal Highness entered the Garan Pagoda, he went to Anguo Temple, and everyone said that the lucky bag in Anguo Temple was the most effective. I begged the abbot of the temple to store the lucky bag in the Buddha Hall, listen to the sound of chanting scriptures, and accompany the gods and Buddhas day and night.

Many years later, when the Futu Hall was being rebuilt, the lucky bag fell from the attic, and someone picked it up and opened it secretly. The writing on it was still vaguely legible, and it read:

"May the stars be like you, always be happy."

The demon master froze in place all of a sudden, the noisy voices in the tea shop were silent, and everything in the world lost its luster. He seemed to have come to the somewhat dim Buddha Hall in a blink of an eye, listening to him in his room. He whispered in his ear: "May the stars be like this, and you will always be in peace and happiness."

Tears burst out of the eyes suddenly, as if there was a heavy rain that would never stop.

He raised his head and looked at the clear sky above his head. Those tears were still surging, and he couldn't stop them no matter what.

May the stars be as happy as ever.

He didn't understand why he was crying so miserably, but when he thought of him in his heart, it hurt badly.

"Your Highness..." He finally opened his mouth softly and called out like this.

Above the Nine Heavens, the endless rain of flowers swayed down one after another, flowing down the water. In the majestic palace, Feng Yuan, who was sitting in front of the long desk, paused, looked up at the void, stared blankly for a while, and inexplicably called a star in a low voice. like.