Yaozun is chasing me to open the screen

Behind it is the warmth from the living.

There is no skinned mother, no hot blood, and all the phantoms disappear one by one.

Yan Hualan stroked his brother's hand.

Shuang Jiangnian turned to him, stroked his head, and calmed him down.

"If you can trust me, I will help you put away her feather clothes and take good care of them."

"it is good."

"We will rebuild Fengcheng together, make up for her regrets, and restore the prosperity of her life."

Yan Hualan rubbed the tip of his nose against his palm: "Okay."

"Then we personally offered her feather clothes in the Yaozu's Taimiao, enjoyed incense, and were worshiped by those who respected her, and prayed that she would be reincarnated to a good family in the next life."

Shuang Jiangnian's voice is gentle and calm, like a gurgling stream, seeming to soothe all restlessness.

"I listen to my brother." Yan Hualan held the Phoenix Feather Clothes to him with both hands.

"Just trust me like that?" Shuang Jiangnian said helplessly, "What if I am also a phantom, deliberately defrauding you of your rare treasures."

Yan Hualan gave a bear hug: "My brother lied to me, and I am willing."

This heart was hot and reliable, Shuang Jiangnian's heart trembled slightly, and she frowned and coughed.

If you confess now and tell him that he cultivates the path of ruthlessness...

No, the death of the phoenix had caused a serious burden on Yan Hualan, the blackening value once soared to 79, and he was still in his early fifties after being appeased.If he learns that the most trusted brother around him is a ruthless monk, the situation will probably be very bad.

...Wait a minute, it's not the time yet.

The mood fluctuated a lot, and there was a heart-piercing pain in his chest. Shuang Jiangnian couldn't help covering his lips, and coughed heavily.

His face was as pale as the thick fog, as if he was about to turn into misty smoke at any moment.Yan Hualan patted his back lightly with his hand, feeling the heavy and restrained vibration in his chest.

Yan Hualan hurriedly took out a small box of medicinal powder from the storage earrings, and put it in front of Shuang Jiangnian's nose for him to smell.

It was the smell of Jiaye, and Shuang Jiangnian gradually stopped coughing.

"Where did this medicine come from?"

Yan Hualan: "Didn't my brother share the prescription of this medicine with Fuyushuixie? I changed it according to that prescription, and it can be taken directly through breathing without burning it. How is it? Is the effect the same as that of smoke? "

"En. Thank you very much." Shuang Jiangnian quietly hid the blood that was coughed up in her palm.

"Thank me for what." Yan Hualan twisted a worried knot between his brows, "Dan Hui rarely saw his brother coughing at that time, and I thought his heart disease was getting better. But why did the heart disease attack so severely recently?"

Shuangjiang Nian said faintly: "It's probably because of the dryness in autumn. It happens every autumn."

"Really?" Yan Hualan looked at him with concern, "My brother lied to me, I'm going to get annoyed."

Shuang Jiangnian smiled slightly: "Just now I said that I was cheated willingly."

Yan Hualan's attention was indeed taken away: "Ah, that's..."

Shuang Jiangnian shook her head inwardly.

How can there be people who are willing to be deceived in the world?Sure enough, it was just said to make him happy, it can't be taken seriously.

He took Yan Hualan's hand again: "Let's go. Those mortals are still waiting for us."

They delivered food and clothing to the mortals on the mountain back and forth. After three days, the fog cleared and the barrier was lifted. When people went down the mountain, they saw a brand new Maple City.

After all, Fengcheng is the place where the phoenix died, so there is no need for the demon king to send it out. As soon as the news spread, many little demons came to repair the ruins that had been dilapidated for a hundred years into a brand new look.

Everything is ready, just ready to move in.

Shuang Jiangnian said to them: "If there are relatives and friends who can join us, bring compensation and go. If you want to stay, you can stay here. We will try our best to help everyone settle down in Fengcheng."

Most of the people stayed anxiously.

The surface of Fengcheng is bright and beautiful, but in fact it is empty and devoid of any human beings. Apart from houses that can shelter from the wind and rain, everyone has no idea how to farm, weave and support their families.

But apart from here, they are homeless.

Ordinary people only know that the fairy eats wind and drinks dew, but does not eat fireworks in the world, so they must not understand how ordinary people live.Unexpectedly, on the second day after moving into Fengcheng, Shuang Jiangnian took them to the wilderness outside the city, and distributed fertile land from house to house.

After the fields were divided, people began to worry about seeds and water sources for irrigation. Even if there were, it would take several months to produce food.There is an empty piece of land, but there is still no food.

But I saw a group of birds flying over from the distant mountains, and each bird had a few grains of wheat in its beak.

In the year of Shuangjiang, the talisman was carried out, and a rain cloud condensed in the low sky. The rain fell in a patter, and the seeded fields exuded a misty green awn.

In the time of a stick of incense, the wheat seeds sprouted, turned green, and headed and blossomed. The heavy ears of wheat bent the branches, and the golden waves were all over the horizon.

People gathered in the fields and witnessed the miracle happening with their own eyes, and they did not dare to breathe heavily.

Shuang Jiangnian looked around at everyone, and said a little coldly: "I can only help you this time. In the coming year, you will need to support yourself, so don't rely too much on immortal methods."

He warned them with a straight face, deliberately appearing unreasonable - but even the farm tools and meals were prepared, which made people feel a different temperature.

The adults bowed down and knelt down to thank him. They didn't dare to get close to the fairy, and the children didn't think so much. They grabbed the small wild flowers in the field and ran to him: "Thank you brother fairy! Send brother Huahua!"

Shuang Jiangnian was taken aback.

The figure of this child reminded him of Yan Hualan when he was young.

The child's mother was terrified, and hurried over to knock the flower in the child's hand, and was about to pull him back: "You are full of turbidity, and you have to give away any dirty things, don't dirty the hands of the fairy!"

The child burst into tears, but saw Shuang Jiangnian knelt down and picked up the little flower stuck in the mud by herself.

His fingers were stained with dust and mud, and together with the green stems and light pink petals, his fingers were as flawless as jade.

"Thank you for the flowers." Shuang Jiangnian smiled warmly at the child, "My brother likes it very much."

The icy and pure fairy smiled, as if the porcelain figurine from the shrine had fallen back to the world.

Both the child and his mother blushed.

"I, I will give my brother a bigger flower tomorrow!"

"En." Shuang Jiangnian nodded.

When he returned to a remote place in the city, there was a sudden heat behind him, and a voice came out.

"Brother." Yan Hualan hung up from behind him.

Shuang Jiangnian felt that his entire back was wrapped warmly, as if he wanted to eat him with this embrace and hide him, so that no one else could see him.

"When I gave my brother Xiaohua, my brother hesitated for fifteen breaths before taking it. But just now, my brother only took ten breaths for that little mortal child—and even bent down to pick it up." Yan Hua said sadly, "I Is it not as good as a little brat?"

When he compared himself with other little kids, he was no different from a little kid.But there is still progress—at least I didn’t have an attack on the spot, I endured it for a long time, and I didn’t start to feel jealous when I endured it when no one was around.

"It's better than that, what do you think?" Shuang Jiangnian said lightly.

"I don't know." Yan Hualan hugged him relentlessly, "Brother, tell me, which one do I like better than him?"

Fool.Such an obvious answer has to be asked.

Shuang Jiangnian didn't want to answer him clearly, lest the big peacock would be complacent again.

Seeing that he was silent, Yan Hua stole the small flowers at his fingertips in a dejected way, and randomly inserted them in the small mounds on the side of the road, then lowered his head, and wiped the dust on Shuang Jiangnian's fingers with a handkerchief.

After doing all this, he caught up with Shuang Jiangnian and conjured a bunch of flowers from behind.

Red, purple, and indigo blue, with a few beautiful emerald green leaves floating on it, not pretty enough, but eye-catching enough to express your heart.

Shuang Jiangnian glanced at him, counting to the ninth breath before taking the bouquet.

Nine breaths, just one breath shorter than the child just now.It can't be too long, the peacock will continue to drink vinegar; it can't be too short, the peacock will go to the sky again.

Sure enough, Yan Hualan smiled happily.

He was more excited than Shuang Jiangnian had imagined, and when he got excited, he hugged him horizontally, jumped through the window and jumped into an ownerless house.

"……what are you doing?"

Shuang Jiangnian lay down in front of Yan Hualan with the bouquet in her arms, her neck was a little tense.

The people in the north slept on earth kangs, and his clean and dusty face was in stark contrast to the rough earth kangs, which reminded Yan Hualan of some eclectic stories about rich ladies who were kidnapped by bandits to become Mrs. Yazhai.

Yan Hualan pressed his shoulders, evoking an evil smile: "If those mortals knew, their cold and refined fairy brother would be pressed on the kang by men to do shameful things..."

Shuang Jiangnian's face was cold: "What shameful thing?"

As soon as he asked seriously, Yan Hualan felt embarrassed, and the blush quickly spread to the tips of his ears: "It's the one... that sticks together and can heal each other."

Shuang Jiangnian suppressed the smile in her eyes, got up and approached him: "Is that so?"

The petals squeezed out the pink juice between the two of them, and the fragrance of the flower seemed to infect Yan Hualan's mind with colorful colors along with his breath.

Shuang Jiangnian put her arms around his neck: "Get so close...then..."

Yan Hualan took a rough breath, and suddenly felt something sharp and cool touch the back of his neck.

——It is the needle tip of the nine thorns.

Shuang Jiangnian raised her eyelids, her eyes were sly: "Then help you cure your brain?"

Thinking of the previous experience, Yan Hualan immediately broke out in a cold sweat, hurriedly broke away from the beauty brother, covered himself somewhere and hid in a corner.

Shuang Jiangnian straightened up slowly, and a cleansing talisman wiped off the dust on her body.

"This is someone else's place after all, remember not to be rude next time."

Yan Hualan wanted to ask "Is my own territory all right?", but he didn't dare, so he could only be wronged and said, "My brother always teases me, which makes my heart squirm, and tricks me into throwing cold water on me."

Shuang Jiangnian paused: "Is there any?"

Yan Hualan was certain: "At least twice!"

Shuang Jiangnian drooped her eyes.

He really should reflect on his actions.Since that demonic realm, some of his actions have been out of his control.

"Why does brother like to bully me so much?" Yan Hualan asked with her mouth curled up.

Shuang Jiangnian said truthfully, "Because your reaction is very cute."

"Cute?" Yan Hualan tilted her head, a little dissatisfied, rolled up her sleeves to show off her biceps, "It's not impossible to be cute, but it's more reliable, right?"

Shuang Jiangnian thought "I won't do it next time", got up and left: "Rebuilding Fengcheng is busy, if you have nothing to do, just lie down and bask in the sun, don't bother me."

Yan Hualan hurriedly followed: "Then why are you bothering you? I'm clearly protecting you from the gangster Brother Xiao Xiang..."

Sometimes he said three or five sentences, and Shuang Jiangnian only replied.One is not too noisy, the other is not too boring.

Until Shuang Jiangnian had to drive him away.

"Why?" Yan Hualan burst into tears.

Because you will be distracted by me, and the efficiency of doing business is too low.

Shuang Jiangnian didn't say the real reason, but said: "Go and play with the children. If they like you, they won't like me."

This unconventional way of saying perfectly fits Yan Hualan's strange brain circuit, he nodded seriously, then spread his wings and ran away.

Shuang Jiangnian continued to negotiate with the merchants.

If you want Maple City to become a living city, it is not enough to have self-sufficiency of farmers alone, but you also need scholars, craftsmen, traders and other five elements and eight kinds of activities.

Maple City has been known as a ghost town for a hundred years, and it takes a lot of talking to convince the traffickers and pawns that it is a safe and prosperous place.

In the evening, there were still four or five merchants who bravely came to Fengcheng for the sake of immortals.

As soon as they entered the city, they saw a team of small ant monsters laying thatch on the roof.

"Here, here... there are monsters!" The merchant pointed at the little ant monster and screamed, "Immortal Elder, monster! Get rid of the monster!"

His voice was too loud, but the group of ant monsters were frightened by him, staggered and rolled off the beam, and ran away.

The merchant looked at the fleeing ant demon and was also taken aback.

"Don't panic, those ant demons are here to help build Fengcheng." Shuang Jiangnian said, "Human cultivators have reconciled with demon cultivators thousands of years ago, and they jointly formed a fairy alliance. Intermarriage between the two races abounds."

He looked at those merchants, and said calmly: "There are still some kind-hearted demon cultivators in Fengcheng City. If you trust me, you might as well stay here for a while, seeing is believing."

The merchants looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally, out of trust in the immortal, they continued to walk into the city in fear.

As the night fell, hundreds of lights suddenly appeared on the dark street. The lights were emerald green at first, and then turned into ordinary orange.

The vendors' exclamation of "wild fire" stuck in their throats, and before they could say it, they saw a tall man running towards them.

That man's appearance is demonic, he doesn't look like a serious person, and the lantern in his hand is still emitting a green light like emerald.

When the male demon saw them, his phoenix eyes lit up, and he rushed towards them.

The vendors hurriedly took a few steps back, waiting for the three hundred rounds of the battle between the male demon and the immortal.

However, he saw that the immortal leader was indifferent to the "attack", and even slightly opened his arms, allowing the male monster to rush over and hug him.

Yan Hualan said, "Brother! You are finally back, I miss you so much!"

Shuang Jiangnian patted his head, and said to those merchants: "This is the spirit beast mount I raised. He has made great achievements in subjugating demons and demons in Hongfeng Ridge, so you don't have to worry."

The merchants wiped off their cold sweat: "Oh-oh! Let me just say, the fairy elder and the mount have a really good relationship!"

"Spirit beast mount?" Yan Hualan asked in a low voice.

Shuang Jiangnian's voice transmission entered the secret: "If you tell the truth, it will be too embarrassing for the monster race."

It sounded like scolding a bird.

Yan Hualan's eyes rolled, and he tasted the different flavors: The mount—the last time he and his brother practiced, wasn't it just that his brother rode on him to fight the devil and poison for [-] rounds?

After thinking about it, he rubbed his brother's neck happily.

The traders looked at it, and envied the immortal to have such a mount with such a human nature, and felt that they were so close...Look, the mount has both paws on the waist of the immortal!

A handful of five or six children ran over from the street and asked curiously, "Are you the mount of the fairy elder? What do you know?"

Yan Hualan folded his arms around his chest: "Of course I can do anything." The most comfortable thing for my brother to ride.

"Can you breathe fire?" The kids obviously took him for a juggler.

The merchants were terrified when they heard this: "What are you talking about, it's the fairy chief's mount, so don't do it!"

Yan Hualan proudly said to the children: "Breathing fire? Hmph, it's a small skill."

After all, he didn't care about his image, he looked up to the sky and sprayed a big mouthful of flames.

The children were dumbfounded, and the merchants were also dumbfounded. After a while, the children recovered from the shock, and their eyes were full of surprise:

"It's amazing! It's so beautiful!"

"Spray one more, spray another!"

With the children's sincere appreciation, Yan Hualan grinned proudly and spit out several balls of flames, winning the children's cheers.

He spent some time in it, the flames changed in different colors, and different patterns of fireworks exploded in the night sky.

Soon, in addition to the children, the adults who had finished their farm work, and thousands of households in other villages and towns in the distance, all looked at the brilliant fireworks in the sky.

"That direction is Fengcheng? Doesn't it mean that there are no living people? Why is it so lively like a festival?"

"I don't know, I'll inquire tomorrow morning."

"There is no one using thousands of acres of fertile land near Fengcheng. If it's really not haunted, wouldn't it be easier to live there than it is now?"

The prosperity of the world is all for profit, and the fanfare in Fengcheng soon enlivened the hearts of the people in the vicinity.

The mellow demonic power bloomed in the sky, and the little demon cultivators, inspired by the power of the demon king, quietly poked their heads out from every corner, bathed in the gorgeous demonic power.

They are simple in nature, and like Yan Hualan, they don't think there is anything wrong with being watched by others, but they just think that the fireworks in the night sky are really beautiful.

The full moon rises into the sky, and the children watching the excitement have already gone home and sunk into their sweet dreams. On the quiet street, Yan Hualan and Shuang Jiangnian walk side by side.

Yan Hualan weighed three or four copper coins in his hand, and showed off excitedly: "Look, these little brats gave it to me. How much is it worth in the mortal world? Palaces are not extravagant, and a big mansion can always be bought, right?"

Shuang Jiangnian: "Almost." It's only a few dozen taels of gold.

Yan Hualan asked again: "Brother, what is 'juggling'?"

Shuang Jiangnian's face was not red and her heart was not beating: "It means Xianji."

Yan Hualan smiled happily: "Those children said that this is the most beautiful fairy trail they have ever seen!"

Shuang Jiangnian looked sideways at his curved eyes, and the corners of her lips could not help but bend.

They stopped outside the courtyard where the traders were resting, and Shuang Jiangnian knocked on the door and said, "If you are still worried about monsters harming people, I can watch the night for you."

The door opened, and the vendor who was afraid of demon cultivators came out quickly, with a puzzled face: "Immortal Elder, you are here, a strange thing just happened here."

"What's weird?"

The vendor held up an exquisite hand stove: "It's cold and frosty. Just now, the villain just complained a few words about the cold hands, but after a while, there is this hand stove around me out of thin air. It's so unnoticed... it can't be Let the demon do it."

Yan Hualan nodded: "There is indeed a fox spirit on it."

Perhaps it was because he had read too many stories about the seductiveness of fox monsters, and the vendor's hands trembled, revealing a little nervousness.

Yan Hualan was annoyed by this appearance, and he muttered in a low voice, "You're a good monster and don't harm anyone. Besides, you don't have much capital to be plotted by a fox monster..."

He spoke rudely, and Shuang Jiangnian immediately covered his voice: "That fox demon is not out to harm people, but sincerely hopes that everyone can live here comfortably. You don't know that Fengcheng is the city left by Phoenix. The little demons who volunteered to help have all been favored by her, and hope to repay her by helping Fengcheng return to prosperity."

The vendor suddenly said: "Phoenix...that is an auspicious bird."

Yan Hualan snorted softly: "She is the last Demon King."

The vendor looked down at the hand stove.

Simple, warm, no different from ordinary hand stoves.

He remembered that when he was watching fireworks in the evening, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of monsters hiding in the corner, rabbit ears, fox ears, antlers...

At first he was terrified, but later he realized that the eyes of those monsters were no different from those of the children watching the fireworks. Humans and monsters also like beauty, the warmth of a hand stove, the same knowledge of repaying favors, and the same kindness.

"...Before, the villain was prejudiced." The vendor touched the stove with a warm smile, "Then tonight, I don't need the protection of the elder."

Shuang Jiangnian was slightly surprised by his change of attitude: "This kind of thing is hard to accept for a while. In fact, I can continue to stay here, so that everyone can feel at ease."

"Thank you Xianchang, don't bother me." The merchant smiled and shook his head, "Even if you are not here, there are still many demons around me protecting me."

Vendors who travel far and wide are quick to accept new things.

Yan Hua's eyebrow peak gradually stretched.

This mortal is not bad.However, how long will he be pestering his brother in the middle of the night?

He smiled narrowly: "I won't hurt you, maybe I'll still fall in love with you. The door is wide open in the middle of the night, and it means invitation in the fox family. If you don't rest, how many fox demons do you want to cuddle under the quilt?"

The peddler's expression froze immediately, and he hastily closed the door.

Shuang Jiangnian was amused, and cast a sideways glance at Yan Hualan: "Why are you trying to scare him?"

"I don't like my brother talking to others so gently." Yan Hualan put his arms around his neck, "Just be nice to me, just be gentle to me."

"I'm not gentle." Shuang Jiangnian broke away from him, and said as she walked, "If you want to be gentle so much, go hug your fox demon."

"Ah?" Yan Hualan panicked, "I've never hugged a fox demon before."

He smacked what his brother said a few times, and slowly returned to the sweetness.

"Brother just now...could you be jealous?"