9000 years

99 Chongtian, the moonlit night of Shangwu Palace.

All the waiters in the inner hall retreated, and the dark air in the hall was lingering, wrapping around Xuanli's body tightly like gossamer.

The eyes of the person sitting cross-legged on the slum were tightly closed, and hot sweat dripped from the corner of his forehead, dripping on the black robe that almost merged with the night.

Next to him lay a little doll quietly, wrapped in a colorful quilt, as if asleep, but if you look carefully, you will find that the doll is exactly the same as when you brought it back, even the sleeping expression is the same.

Xuanli is trying to wake him up.

The energy carried by the Huan Lingyu far exceeded Xuanli's estimate. He tried three times and failed three times, and now this is the fourth time. It has been half a month since the Dragon Clan was wiped out.

Wisps of black air stopped at his spiritual mouth, and he turned around a few times like searching, but he refused to go in no matter what.

The black jade resentment in his hand was visible to the naked eye, Xuanli tried a few times, and finally opened his eyes as if he couldn't hold it anymore, and the entangled black energy slowly gathered in front of him the moment he opened his eyes.

A clear human figure gradually appeared in front of my eyes, with a high crown on the head, and a raised ponytail that was still raised under the outline of the black mist. It was automatic without wind, and the delicate waist was tied up. Only the facial features were blurred, and the nose and eyes were completely divided Unclear, it looks like an unpainted shadow puppet.

The man took two steps forward, and approached Xuanli with a menacing hostility. He seemed to be scrutinizing him, the black air swayed from side to side, and he laughed for a long time. The laughter was hoarse and low, like a broken bird. Throat Crow.

"Emperor Fengling?"

Xuanli stared at the person in front of him, eager to catch a trace of familiarity from this almost unfamiliar voice, so that he could identify who the person in front of him was, but after thinking for a long time, he recalled all the people he met in the Dragon Palace Again, still no impression.

"I don't know where the fairy family is?"

In the darkness, Xuanli's gaze was deep, even if the opposite was just a cloud of fuzzy mist, the gaze seemed to touch each other, crackling and burning within a square inch.

"Me? Ah... I don't know who I am, I forgot."

After that, his voice suddenly became a little colder, and a black mist like a knife cut Xuanli's throat suddenly, "What's the use of a name for a homeless person?"

Xuanli didn't struggle, but raised his head slightly following the approaching fog.

Looking at the too young body opposite, he suddenly smiled: "Homeless? There are too many homeless people in the Three Realms, who isn't?"

The blade on the neck paused for a moment, and then it was resisted viciously, "The Emperor Fengling of the heavens is just like the rumors, and his eloquent words and expressions are very comparable."

"Do you know me well? Why, do you like me?" Xuan Li looked at him straight, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, it was as normal as asking someone's name.

The person on the opposite side was stunned, and the wind blade left on his neck accidentally approached his flesh, and bright red blood dripped out. It's all black.

However, before the guilt could be fulfilled, he was swallowed by the soaring resentment, "Like it? Could it be that the famous emperor really likes men as rumored?"

Xuanli raised his hand to wipe off the blood on his neck, and said in a calm voice, "It doesn't matter if you like it or not? You pay so much attention to me, don't you really like me?"

"...Who likes you! Shameless."

Tsk, it's still a cute group of grievances, and it blows up after a few words.

Xuanli threw down the jade in his hand and got down from the bed, the black mist wrapped in the hall seemed to be inspired, and gathered towards the jade in all directions, Xuanli squeezed a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and left the corner of his eyes on the gradually dissipating In terms of body shape, he said without haste: "If you don't want to be reborn, just stay in that jade for the rest of your life. When you die, I will properly bury you."

I don't know which word in those words touched the other party's sadness, and all that dissipated was the resentment that wrapped around Xuanli's fingertips, and his voice was broken: "I will not die, I..."

At the moment when the last ray of black air was sucked in, Xuanli fished the jade back into his hand with a compassionate expression, he was too lazy to open it again.

"Undead? Immortals all have a day to return. Why, you say that if you don't die, you will die?"

It took a long time before a vague shadow re-gathered in front of my eyes. There was no clear outline from head to toe, just a large cloud of mist that was constantly floating.

His voice became hoarse: "Why did you save me?"

Xuanli seemed amused by this question, leaned back, and looked at him playfully, "Because..." He drew a long tone, "The dust pool in the back mountain has been the same for tens of thousands of years , It’s really boring, I want to raise some novelty objects to be lively.”

The person on the opposite side stared wide-eyed, as if stunned by this groundbreaking new rhetoric, and stammered for a while, "You, you want to keep me in the pond?"

"What? Dragons can't be kept in ponds? Afraid of water?"

"Do you know who I am? You..."

"Oh? Who are you?"

"I am..." The angry shoulders on the opposite side trembled, but his thoughts suddenly came to his senses, no, this is a cliché!

Seeing the person, Xuan Li suddenly stopped, his eyes slowly drifted back to the wrapped little doll, thought for a moment, and said softly, "I know who you are."

"you know?"

"Didn't you tell me yourself?" Xuanli smiled, "Prince Fuyu."

The black mist took a rare half step back and made no sound.

"It's really you."

Xuanli held the jade tightly, and the smile on his face grew stronger, the moonlight couldn't describe his outline clearly, most of it was hidden in the night.

"His Royal Highness, it's hard to feel the ruin of a country and family, but everything has a beginning and an end. The biggest difference between gods and mortals is that they can explore the cycle of life and death in the long years. Life has a secret of life, and death has a destiny. For the rest of your life, you should live well." He paused, and then added, "Even if it is born in a pond."

"..."

A blowing needle could be heard in the hall, Xuanli stretched out his hand, and a burst of golden light spread to the surroundings, and the scattered black air quickly gathered and stopped in the middle of the light.

"You, you wait!"

Xuanli straightened his sleeves, and calmly said, "Okay, I'll wait, but I would like to ask Your Highness to know that there are many red lotuses in the dust pond. When His Royal Highness condescends to stay in the pond, don't bite off my red lotus. But the seeds that were so hard to beg from Emperor Ziwei, it took 7000 years to plant these few plants, otherwise I will not promise to throw His Highness into another pond to recuperate."

"..."

The black mist standing opposite seemed to finally be unable to stand his nagging, and quickly transformed into a figure and got into the golden halo, with hostility coming towards him, skipping over Xuanli's face.

Xuanli hid for a while, covering his face and muttering to himself: "You are young, but you have a big temper."

Xuanli opened his mouth wide open, and the memories belonging to the other party crashed into his body in an instant. He shook for a while, and before he had time to recall, he slowly covered the little doll with the mixed golden and black light.

The original lustrous enchantment was like a cocoon peeled off from silk, peeling off layer by layer, and the body wrapped in it slowly became full of vitality. The moment the enchantment fell off, a huge suction force quickly entangled the resentment in Xuanli's body. After sucking it out, Xuanli staggered two steps, and was surprised to find that all the sealed memory grievances were sucked into the jade again, instead of being sent into the body of a living person.

"Sealed for eternity?" He squinted his eyes, and was about to move forward, when a line of vermilion words suddenly appeared on the jet-black jade——The boundary has been opened, the jade will become frost, do not touch raw blood, anyone who touches it without permission, a hundred ghosts will devour souls.

The blood-like handwriting, Xuanli picked up the jade, and the moment his fingertips touched it, the words on the jade, the light disappeared in an instant, and the shiny jade surface turned gray-black and dilapidated, and the surface was covered with a layer of floating ash. The scorched skin was actually frosted.

He had already thought about how to delete the memory after the person was revived, but now it's better, it's saved.

His fingertips groped for a moment on the jade, and with a thought, a small vermilion wooden box slowly floated in front of his eyes. The lid opened automatically, and he put the jade in. After closing, a layer of charms was automatically added to the outside of the box. , With a wave of his sleeves, the hall was empty, nothing left.

A little white dragon was lying safely on Xuanli's bed. The white dragon was not much taller than a big sea fish. Its body was snow white, and its silver scales glistened in the light of the moon.

He gently turned the white dragon over and checked it carefully. It was fine, without any wounds. He checked it again with immortal techniques, and found that there was no problem except for some lack of water and strength.

The only thing is that although the little white dragon in front of him looks only a few dozen years old, he is still 3000 years old in his bones. The resurrection spell can indeed rejuvenate people, but it will not change people's age Said, the little cutie in front of me will grow into a 3000-year-old dragon in a short time, becoming not cute at all.

So Xuanli made a quick decision and threw him into the pool that night.

The water in the Chenchi, which has not entered the living things for thousands of years, rippled, like an old man who was unresponsive. It took a long time for the clear water in the pool to shake violently, as if to say, what did you put in it?Take it out, take it out quickly.

Xuan Li stood by the pool, despite the turbulent stirring of the pool, he calmly told Kun Yuan who was standing behind him: "Watch carefully, don't get drowned, and don't bite my red lotus."

"Yes."

Shangwu Palace is luxuriant with flowers and plants, and the entire 99 Chongtian is the boundary of Xuanli. In the front, there is a ten-mile peach forest that blooms all year round. In the back, there is a 7000-year view of the red lotus in Chenchi. In the east, you can overlook the turmoil of thousands of fairy palace nebulae. It faces Pingchuan in the west and returns to the sea to prosper in the world, which can be called a fairyland among fairylands.

It's a pity that in the 99th heaven, facing the high and lonely cold, ordinary gods can't come here at all, and life and death have turned the beautiful scenery of the four directions into a lonely place where no one admires, no one sees, and there are no tears.

Once the immortal grows long, he can't count with his fingers and hands, so he will naturally be lonely. Even if Xuanli can adjust his emotions and become a god and sanctification early, he will be tired of facing the same scene every day.

In a lonely place, cats and dogs cannot be kept alive, try a dragon.

Early in the morning, Xuanli came out of the bedroom, received the tea from the waiter, and was about to sit down and wait for the little prince to come to pay his respects, when suddenly a figure rushed in from outside, his robe was covered with water stains, as if he was with someone As if there was a fight in the water, the water from her hair dripped down her cheeks, without wiping it off, she knelt down with a "Putong", "Dijun, that white dragon, that white dragon has sunk to the bottom of the pool, hurry up!" Let's go to Chenchi to have a look!"

Xuan Li paused, and said in disbelief: "Sink?"

"Yes, Kun Yuan jumped down and fished up the little white dragon, you," he wiped the water from his face, "go and have a look."

Xuanli put down the cup thoughtfully, can such a little water sink?You are really a promising dragon.

When Xuan left, Kun Yuan was drenched all over, with his bun hanging crookedly, like a water ghost that just ran out of the water, and a dead white dragon beside him was lifelike, and Xuan Li stopped two steps away , glanced at the white dragon, then slowly swept across the half pool of red lotus, he was relieved, fortunately, they are all alive.

Seeing Xuanli approaching, Kun Yuan hurriedly changed direction and knelt down: "Dijun, shortly after you left yesterday, Bailong began to wake up, and then swam in the pool for a while, and something was faintly wrong when it was about dawn. The water in the pool is the coldest when dawn and dawn alternate, probably frozen."

Xuanli didn't expect this, he leaned forward and moved to Xiao Bailong's side, a golden halo emerged from his fingertips, the halo was unusually warm, and it was slowly sent into Bailong's body along the center of his eyebrows.

Not long after, the little white dragon who was lying unconscious on the ground trembled suddenly, then opened his eyes weakly, then backed away abruptly as if he had seen a ghost, and fell into the pool with a bang inside.

"..."

The temperature that had just returned dropped rapidly following the sudden dive. The dragon's tail fluttered a few times, and the movement slowed down visibly to the naked eye, as if it was about to sink to the bottom again. Dare to pull, after all, his own emperor is not in a hurry, why is he in a hurry?

"Tsk," Xuan Li leaned forward, "Am I that scary? Huh?"

A few strands of gold thread were threaded out of his hand, and the golden thread penetrated into the pool, and fished out the white dragon steadily.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough..." The white dragon rested its paws on the ground, almost coughing out its lungs. After a while, the white dragon looked up at Xuan Li.

The dark green pupils met Xuanli's gaze, the dragon's tail slapped twice, and suddenly it came up to Xuanli's feet and rubbed it against Xuanli's robe, this action was too intimate Even if Xuanli understands his purpose, he can't open his mouth to criticize anything, otherwise it will appear that he is indifferent and caressing about the little baby.

He and the little dragon looked at each other, only to see the corners of the other's lips slightly hooked, his eyes sharp, obviously smiling victoriously.