mayfly shake the tree

Qi Xi carried her easel on her back and strolled on Phoenix Mountain, the main peak of Qishan County. She was in a good mood and was going to find a beautiful place to start painting.

In Qishan County, there has been an allusion of Fengming Qishan since ancient times, and now the main peak of the scenic spot is also named Fenghuang Mountain. Qi Xi has been interested in historical allusions, myths and legends since ancient times, so this time he came to Baoji on a business trip to visit Qishan.

But the weather today is not very friendly, the whole sky is gloomy, and there are not many tourists, but this is in line with Qi Xi's wishes.She is not used to being lively, and the cool atmosphere is more convenient for her to paint.

In the middle of the painting, it started to rain patter. Qi Xi brought an umbrella, but at this time he had to tidy up his tools in a hurry, for fear that his precious painting would get wet.

After finally wrapping up the painting, she opened the umbrella and saw that there was no one around.It was originally a remote mountain corner, but when it rained, there was almost no one there. She slowly stepped on the muddy water and descended from the side of the mountain.

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, followed by rumbling thunder, resounding through the sky.Qi Xi is not afraid of thunder, but it may be because it is on the mountain, so the feeling is particularly obvious. The thunder seemed to explode in her ears, and she had to speed up the pace of going down the mountain.

Suddenly staggered, she was caught by something, fell into a puddle, hit her head heavily on the protruding tree trunk next to her, and immediately passed out, while the painting she was tightly protecting her chest , was gradually wet by the rain.

Feng Xi was lazily leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, holding a volume of books in her hand, looking lazy and comfortable.

It has been almost a year since he came to Qishan for Qingxiu. He said it was Qingxiu, but in fact he just found a mountain to read a book and meditate by himself in a daze.

It's not that the sycamore demon doesn't know his intentions for him, and he really likes to practice on the branches of the sycamore tree, but he still can't accept his intentions, so he can only run away.It is rumored that the phoenix does not inhabit unless it is a phoenix tree, it does not drink unless it is a Liquan spring, and it does not eat unless it is a sycamore.In fact, he was really not that picky, Feng Xi expressed his innocence.

In fact, a person's life is still a bit lonely.Although it has been going on for many, many years.

Just as Feng Xi let himself go and looked into the distance, suddenly a leaf floated in front of his eyes.A letter from Wu Tong?He frowned slightly, and raised his hand to catch it.

"I found him, come back soon."

Feng Xi was startled, and then became a little dazed.

Is it really him?The gap in his heart that had disappeared for nearly hundreds of years.

Is Wu Tong lying to him?But what's the point of lying to him.After thinking for a while, he finally decided to take a trip, no matter it was true or not.

After making the decision to cross the barrier of Mount Qi, he seemed to come from an ancient fairyland to the modern world all of a sudden.She was no longer wearing the beautiful robe and smooth long hair, but replaced it with an ordinary jacket, jeans, and neat short hair.

He frowned at the pouring rain and thunder outside.

Which dead monster will cross the catastrophe today?It's really disappointing.Feng Xi, who wanted to walk down the mountain, decided to teleport.

He suddenly looked towards a certain mountain corner.There... there is a human aura, which should not appear in this weather and in this place.Unless, something happened.

Although Feng Xi has always believed that he does not have the so-called "virtue of good life", after all, he has been enshrined by many human beings since ancient times, and finally decided to take a look.

In the blink of an eye, he had come to the puddle where Qi Xi fell.Feng Xi glanced at the blood flowing from her forehead and half of her body soaked in the dirty muddy puddle, and a look of disgust flashed from the corner of her eyes.

But reason persuaded him not to leave. He slowly applied a spell to the girl's head, and in a blink of an eye it looked well bandaged. Just as he was about to hug the girl up, he was suddenly attracted by a painting next to him.

At this time, it was an oil painting with the Phoenix Mountain in the background. In the simple and beautiful background, there was a fiery red phoenix spreading its wings and flying.What surprised Feng Xi even more was the tree that the Phoenix circled around.

Tall and straight, with intertwined roots, lush and luxuriant, fluttering in the wind.This is not a sycamore tree, but a toon tree.

In ancient times, there was a big toon, whose spring was [-] years old, and autumn was [-] years old. It has existed since Pangu opened up the world, and it lives the same life as the sky and the earth, and the sun and the moon shine with it.

Looking at this vivid painting, he was almost moved at that moment. If it wasn't for the fact that the painting was only half painted, he would have picked up the girl and tortured her to extract a confession regardless of her injuries.

Feng Xi frowned, who is this girl?And why did she draw the phoenix hovering around the toon tree?Everyone in the world knows that the phoenix is ​​not a sycamore tree. It seems that the phoenix is ​​bound to the sycamore tree, and how can she be painted as a toon tree?

Thinking of Wu Tong's message today, he had to be suspicious.Although I have doubts, saving lives is the most important thing right now.He still picked up the girl and teleported it to the nearest hospital. He contacted the girl's relatives, but he had no intention of leaving. He had to ask himself about the intention of the painting.

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Capture another male lead ahead.Our proud yet affectionate Master Feng Xi~