The magic star came into the world

Yuan Yin stood in front of Jingtang's door for a long time, the leader had already been dismissed by him, and now he was the only one left at the door.

The surroundings were quiet and silent, but his hanging hands seemed to be heavy and he couldn't lift them up.

More than [-] years...

Those years of memories that he had carefully hidden were behind this door.

As if he stretched out his hand to push away, that person would stand inside and turn around to look at him, and whispered to him with a smile: "Little vowel."

"Little vowel, that's not how the art of controlling spirits works."

He said, encircling the vowel from behind, covering his hands with his hands, and adjusted his casting posture.The shrub seemed to be alive, and it really stood up tremblingly.

Yuan Yin felt the breath of the person behind him, his mind was full of buzzing flying insects, he said shyly:

"Xian... Xianjun, although my cultivation base is superficial, I have already lived 1000 or [-] years old, which is really not young..."

The person behind him chuckled, and the slightly warm breath swept over his ears.

"Did you know that in the fairy world, anyone with a low rank is called a junior. Even if you are a land old man who has lived for thousands of years, you will be called a small land when you go to heaven."

At that time, he was ignorant and believed it was true. He never thought that Xianjun would make fun of himself.

It's just that after guarding the world for 6000 years, he was brought up to the heaven again. Even though there are countless immortals above him in the heaven, no one calls himself a "little vowel" anymore.

Yuan Yin took a deep breath, covered up the last distracting thoughts in his mind, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of Jingtang.

There are very few in the quiet hall, only a pair of vases with a few jalan incense sticks on the enshrined table.

There is a picture hanging on the wall directly opposite.

The person in the painting is solitary and graceful. It is the purple robe he wore when he first saw him. He looked up and stared at him, and under his feet were all living beings in the East China Sea.

It seems to be the unreachable fairy in the cloud.

Only he knew that in those eyes, there was once a hundred turns of tenderness that could not be contained.

"Xianjun..."

Vowel took a step closer and bowed respectfully.

"Xiaoxian Yuanyin, I'm here to see you."

After praying, he took another step closer, brushing the blooming kalan incense on the table with his hand.Then he slowly sat down on the floor along the table, leaning his head against the table leg and closing his eyes.

"Do you remember me?"

The torrential rain in the East China Sea lasted for a whole month.

The statement played by the Dragon King took effect, and the Immortal Emperor finally issued an order to withdraw this innocent disaster.

On this night when the heavy rain stopped, Yuan Yin followed Ao Xing back to the East China Sea.They stood on a high place, overlooking this piece of sea area that had already changed beyond recognition.

"Look at the night in the East China Sea, how beautiful it is." Ao Xing suddenly whispered.

The cold wind blew his clothes, as if responding to his words, sadly telling everything that happened here.

Rising water levels are beginning to recede, exposing once-swallowed farmland and banks.At this moment, the sea is calm and the moon is shining, like a night light hanging on the sea, illuminating thousands of creatures in the East China Sea.

"Hundreds of mortals have lived here," he raised his finger and pointed to the shore, "every time the beginning of spring in the mortal world, an altar is always set up here to pray for the protection of the sea god, so that the coming year will have a good weather."

"But now, they have lost their loved ones because of the East China Sea, so they can only crawl here and weep every night, begging the sea monster to stop causing mischief to burn people."

He laughed at himself, his voice full of despair and powerlessness.

"The East China Sea used to be a land of blessings, but now it has become what people call endless purgatory."

"It's a pity that the East China Sea is so beautiful that no one has the time to appreciate it anymore."

The moon was bright, and the man stood in front of him, facing the vast and boundless East China Sea. He was obviously worshiped by thousands of creatures, but his figure was so lonely.

He carried the peace and safety of the whole world on his shoulders. These days, Yuan Yin has watched him fight for the floods, separate the aquariums in the East China Sea from the mortals, and instruct the mortals how to open canals to divert water.The illusion that Yuanyin once created for them has already been strengthened by Lord Long, and more people displaced by the flood have moved in.

"Everything will be fine." Yuanyin whispered behind him, not knowing whether to tell him or herself.

"Yuan Yin, why do you want to be a fairy?" Ao Xing asked suddenly.

For you...

In order to be closer to you, I can stand by your side, no need to look up across thousands of rivers and mountains.

"My long-lived tortoise family originally lived in the shallow sea. Because of this flood, we had to migrate to the inland sea." Yuan Yin said, "Our family is very lucky. swept away."

Ao Xing turned around and looked at him quietly.

"The night I decided to stay, I was thinking that if I cultivated more deeply, I might be able to bless more people, my kindred, other races in the East China Sea, and even mortals in the mortal world, maybe Everyone has a chance to survive this disaster. If...if Xianjun was here at that time, everything would be different."

The voice of the vowel became lower and lower, and at the end, she was too ashamed to lift her head.

"Not everyone has the opportunity to use the aura of heaven and earth. The heavenly secret gave me this extra love and made me stronger. Isn't it for the purpose of protecting those who are weaker than me one day? The strong You are born to protect the weak, aren't you?"

A hand covered his head, and the warmth of the palm seemed to wrap him around him.

"Even you know these principles, but in today's fairy world, too many people have lost their hearts."

Ao Xing bent down slightly, moved closer to him, and looked at him face to face.

"Yuanyin, you must remember what you said today, and you will become a fairy in the future, and you must also be a good fairy."

That night he tossed and turned sleeplessly, and his beating heart beat clearly against his chest, making him unable to hide certain emotions that he had once suppressed and refused to face.

He couldn't help turning over secretly, carefully looking at the figure lying on the other side.

To him, Lord Long is an unattainable person, someone he is willing to look up to and respect in his whole life.

He never dared to have other cross-boundary thoughts.

He never thought that he would actually be able to see Lord Long again, only a few feet away, and he felt that he could hook the lapel of Lord Long with his hand.

But he was determined not to do that.

Vowel could only slow down her breathing, opened her eyes in the deep and quiet midnight, and silently watched the person not far away.

Sometimes you can only see his back breathing up and down, but he can also watch with interest all night.

Sometimes with good luck, the person just turned over and could see his appearance in deep sleep.He traced it inch by inch with his eyes, with sharp sword eyebrows, eyelashes that were lightly closed when he fell asleep, a straight and smooth nose, and...

Vowel took a deep breath, as if he was doing something heinous.

And his thin, gentle lip line.

The low voice when speaking, the corners of the mouth curled up when chuckling, even the mouth slightly opened in surprise when seeing the vowel for the first time.

He couldn't help but clenched his hands tightly, trying to smooth out the burning sensation in his palm and the thumping movement of his heart, and bury them in the long night.

A secret wine that belongs to him alone.

Yuan Yin grabbed the clothes on his chest like this all night, and fell asleep at some point. When he woke up again, there was an extra layer of clothing on his body, and Long Jun had already left the cave as usual.

Without the intrusion of the sound of rain, the cave suddenly became lonely, and he felt bored after half a day of cleaning.

Yuan Yin couldn't help but glanced at the entrance of the cave, it was still early, and there was still half a day before Long Jun came back.It's just a pity that this rare sunny day makes it impossible to enjoy the mountain scenery after the rain with him.

Yuan Yin sighed, got up and stretched, and simply walked out of the cave and walked into the mountain.The heavy rain has washed the mountain road to a muddy state, and the intertwined and dense forests are now covered with residual leaves and petals, showing a different scene.Vowel wandered aimlessly through the forest for a while, and suddenly came across a corner, which was actually densely covered with flowers.

All the way he walked was red, only here, I don't know if it is because of the dense forest, the flowers under the crown of the tree are very well protected, looking up, it is full of vitality and brilliant.

The color of this flower is also very special, like blue but not blue, purple and not purple, the petals are small and tender, the vowel was pleasantly surprised, thinking that the scene in the cave is a bit bleak, so I simply folded a few budding flower branches , happily took it back to the cave.

When night fell, Ao Xing came back, saw a few flowering branches on the stone table at a glance, and asked in surprise:

"There is Garan incense in this mountain?"

"Is this flower called Jialanxiang?"

"Yeah." Ao Xing picked up the flowers on the stone table and looked at them carefully, "It's a very rare species, it only blooms once in 600 years, but the flowering period is only a few months, you are lucky to see it blooming. "

Yuan Yin looked at his expression and smiled shyly:

"I happened to meet in the mountains today, and I thought the color of this flower was very special, so I thought about bringing a few back to show Xianjun a fresh look. If Xianjun likes it, I will pick some back tomorrow."

"It's a pity that the flowering period is short. It would be great if it can be bloomed for a long time." Ao Xing just muttered something in a low voice, and the vowel was secretly recorded.

In addition to his daily practice, there is another very important thing to do, which is to go to the mountains to find the flower called Jialanxiang.

In the morning, pick the flowers that are still covered with dewdrops, and carefully put them away, so that when the person returns from the sunset, he will be able to see them for the first time.When night fell, when the crescent moon was over the top, the man would sometimes grab him in a serious manner, and solemnly said that he wanted to remind him a few words of Taoism. Talk about interesting things that happened during the day.What Yuan Yin looks forward to most every day is this time. He can sit on the stone bench with his chin in his hands and listen to him explain how he guides the villagers to rebuild their homes, how he turns the sea water of the East China Sea into clean running water, and pretends to be a dreamer. The fairy guides everyone to find the source of living water.

His face against the light has a look that people can't take their eyes off.

From spring to summer solstice, the heat of this season seems to be washed away by the rain.The reconstruction after the flood, Long Jun has been busy for more than four months.

Vowel watched him tidy up this tattered scene bit by bit.

The years he has spent in the past two hundred years do not seem to be as long as these four months.

It also seems that these four months are very short, and it is not even enough time for him to hold it, store it carefully, and leave it for the rest of his life to savor it slowly.

At that time, he thought that as long as he practiced hard, he would be able to stay by Long Jun's side for a long time when he ascended to immortality.

The weather is gradually getting cooler, and autumn comes very early this year.

The mood of the vowel also slowly became heavy with the gradually gloomy weather.

It was a rare sunny day, and Yuan Yin carefully inserted the jalan incense in her hands. The weather is getting colder and colder, and the flowering period of jalan incense will be over. If it is not for the good weather like today, I am afraid that it will not be able to find the flowers. Such delicate and full flowers.

Thinking of this, Yuan Yin couldn't help sighing, the years in the mountains are like a horse, and several months have passed without knowing it.When I first met in the cave, the territory of the East China Sea was still a waste of life, but now, it is full of people.

"I heard you sigh from a distance, did you encounter any difficulties in cultivation?"

Yuan Yin turned around and saw Lord Long coming in from the cave with a full smile on his face and two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine in his hand.The tunic he was wearing when he left early in the morning had already been changed. He was wearing a fiery red robe with two dragon patterns embroidered with gold silk on the cuffs.

The vowel heartbeat missed half a beat.

"Xian...how did Xian Jun change his clothes?"

"As I mentioned to you, the patriarch in the village insisted on holding a Laoshizi Qingping meeting, opening an altar and hosting a banquet, saying that he wanted to thank the god of the sea for protecting the lake. Here, he also served two jars of sweet-scented osmanthus wine, the first time this year The sweet-scented osmanthus is very fragrant."

As he spoke, he handed the flagon over to the vowel.Only then did Yuan Yin know the origin of his body, and his face changed immediately. While taking the jug, he stumbled and said:

"This... this is used by others to enshrine the sea god... the fairy... how can the fairy..."

His embarrassed appearance made Long Jun laugh out loud:

"Why not? Wasn't it originally dedicated to me?" He said, shaking his sleeves, "This wine is brewed for me to drink, and the clothes are also embroidered for me to wear."

"Does it look good?"

Yuan Yin squeezed the Taoist technique, and turned into a stove for warming wine, and was putting the wine pot on it.Hearing this, he nodded slightly.

"nice."

The world is peaceful and the people are happy.It was what Xianjun was looking forward to the most. He tried his best to sniff his nose, with a happy smile on the corner of his mouth, and buried a little melancholy in his heart.

"Isn't the flowering period of kalanxiang over yet?"

Long Jun brushed the flower branches on the stone table and asked.

"It's almost the day, and it's warmer today, so I can still find a few branches." Yuanyin said.

"I see that you grow new branches every day, and you are more diligent than practicing. It seems that you really like this flower." Long Jun said.

"I'm also very diligent in cultivation..." Yuan Yin blushed, "The flowering period is short, if there is a day, let's cherish it."

He lowered his head and stirred the sweet-scented osmanthus wine in the pot, the fragrance of the wine overflowed in the narrow cave, mixed with the little thoughts he kept hidden in his words, although it didn't enter his throat, he was already three points drunk.

He put the warm wine on the stone table and poured a glass for Long Jun.

"Nowadays, I have mastered the art of transformation, and even the patterns are so detailed."

After Long Jun finished speaking, he tapped his finger on the stone table, and a glazed porcelain cup appeared.

"Why did it become a cup? Why do you want to sit and watch me drink?"

Seeing this, Yuan Yin waved her hands again and again and said, "No...I don't know how to drink..."

Long Jun stuffed the porcelain cup in his hand into his arms:

"I am happy today, there is no reason not to drink! The wine brewed in the world has no strength and will not be intoxicating."

The clear and sweet aroma of wine rolls over the tongue, passes through the throat, and forms a warm breath in the chest.Like a ball of soft and fluffy cotton, it instantly filled the chest of the vowel.

Yuan Yin sips the wine in the glass in small sips. He has a small capacity for drinking, and he is afraid that he will make a fool of himself if he drinks too much.When he raised his head again, he saw that the palm-sized wine jar was already empty, and the person beside him rested his head on his right hand, staring at the empty glass in his hand in a daze.

"Xianjun?" Yuanyin called out cautiously.

The person sitting next to him looked up with a smile on his lips.

It seems that the mood is really good.

Yuan Yin thought, and couldn't help but smile.He reached out and poured a glass of wine for Ao Xing, picked up his glazed porcelain cup, and lightly touched his.

May you be safe, joyful, smooth and worry-free.

The two empty altars were collected in one corner, and the sweet fragrance of osmanthus permeated the air.

Yuan Yin stretched out her hand and poked Ao Xing, who was sleeping beside her with closed eyes.

Didn't it mean...wine brewed in the mortal world...wouldn't be intoxicating?

"Xianjun, don't sleep on the stone bench."

Vowel had no choice but to increase his strength and pushed his shoulder.

Long Jun raised his head, the brilliance of Liuli was reflected in his blurred eyes, he stared blankly at Yuanyin, with three points of bewilderment.

The vowel helped him to the collapse.

"who are you?"

"I am a vowel."

Vowel knelt down and carefully took off the shoes on his feet, and answered without raising his head.

"Ah..." The person on the collapse seemed to have just remembered.

"Small vowels."

He reached out and rubbed the head of the vowel.

"Yeah." The vowel replied.

There was a muffled "boom" above the head.

"Help me undress."

Vowel paused as she was neatly gathering the shoes.

The person on the collapse didn't notice it at all, and lay there leisurely, restlessly tapping the stone slab beside the collapse with his fingers.

Click, click, click.

Like knocking on someone's heart.

Yuan Yin took a deep breath, and gently unbuttoned his fiery red robe.He put his head aside and asked softly:

"Does Xianjun like red?"

"Hmm..." He frowned and thought for a while, "I prefer blue."

"The blue of the jalan incense," he added.

Vowel lowered his head, as if trying to hide all expressions in the shadows.After a while, he finally spoke:

"The disaster in the East China Sea is over. In a few days, Xianjun will return to the Dragon Palace, right?"

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"About it."

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