9000 years

The dark people in the Lingxiao Temple all looked towards the black box floating in the center without exception. The sound of fierce collisions came out from the gap of the box, and a strand of golden thread rushed straight up, covering the pitch-black and emitting On the spirit lock box of resentment, the person standing in the cloud shouted sharply: "Stand back."

The crowd of gods hurriedly took a few steps back, Xuanli raised his hand to make a knot and knocked on the box, the moment the lock was opened, a burst of resentment rushed towards his face, and the rushing people in the hall retreated a few steps in embarrassment.

This is......

"Emperor Fengling, long time no see!" A clear and almost feminine voice came from the broken glass beads, and then a purple figure slowly stopped in front of Xuanli.

"It's Qiongji..." Someone shouted, and the people who were already cramped in the hall suddenly panicked, making the noise a bit embarrassing.

Naturally, Qiongji didn't pay attention to these people, walked a few steps forward, looked at Xuanli with a smile, "Long time no see, Dijun."

Qiong Ji is the elder of the Yao clan and the current owner of the Wan Yao Palace. He is born with a very beautiful appearance, a pair of purple pupils are captivating, and when he smiles, it seems that everything has lost its color. A kind of feminine and euphemistic beauty, a pair of flat brows outlines the scenery in the eyes, and is contained in the shallow curve.

"How? You don't recognize me?" Seeing that no one answered, Qiong Ji approached playfully.

Xuanli didn't move, and suddenly heard Tianjun shout: "Quiet."

The person standing in front of Xuanli turned around with a smile that was not a smile: "Oh... I have been looking at you, and I haven't saluted Tianjun yet."

After saying that, he turned around and jumped, and slowly landed on the main hall. Knowing etiquette, he raised his hand and saluted respectfully: "Qiong Ji came here abruptly, I hope that the peace of the heavens will not be disturbed."

Tianjun also got up and returned a salute, faded from the stern words just now, and said softly and softly: "Elder Qiongji came, the heavens are not far away, and I hope the elders will be gracious."

The man smiled, and waved his hand as if showing his true colors: "It's easy to say, then I won't bother Tianjun, I'm here to find Fengling, and I will visit Tianjun next time. After all, I broke his bead. I don't see how happy he is."

After all, he swaggered up to the sky, dragged Xuanli's arm, and flew up quite familiarly. The people staying below looked at each other, and didn't turn around from this plot for a long time.

To say that the friendship between the two is still there, after all, since Xuanli can remember, the legend about the person in front of him has never been broken. He became famous when he was young, his wrists were cruel, he killed his father and mother, and he smashed the Wan Yao Palace overnight and sat on the throne. Opening up the territory for thousands of years, and dominating the demon world, to put it bluntly, it is an important stroke in the history of the demon world. In addition, they are similar in age, so there are naturally many confrontations between the two. Just a little bit.

Xuanli broke free from his confinement without moving, and stopped after walking for a long time.

"Go ahead."

The person on the opposite side pretended to look at Xuanli with a blank face, "What did you say?"

The fan in Xuanli's hand glowed red, Qiongji stared at the fan and raised his eyebrows, "Tsk, I'm so angry, who messed with you?"

"What do you think?" Xuanli looked at him with a half-smile, shaking the fan in his hand, and the red light swayed back and forth with the movement, making everyone's heart jump with fear.

In front of him, the NPC was sitting on the cloud with his buttocks stretched out, staring up at the indifferent Xuanli, patted the seat beside him, and said, "Since you are not allowed to go to your palace, just sit here for a while."

Xuanli stood still, and the man didn't force it, he pinched a piece of cloud casually, and said slowly: "Let's make a deal, how about it?"

Qiong Ji still had that pretensely carefree expression on his face. Seeing that the person didn't speak, he paused and offered his own conditions: "Give me the northern border, and I'll return the things to you, how about it?"

Xuanli smiled, his frowning brows relaxed, he squatted on the bed and moved slightly closer, "I said Qiongji, have you been taken away by that soul-destroying pearl?"

The atmosphere became weird for a moment, the expressions of the two seemed to have switched, Qiong Ji suddenly narrowed his eyes and leaned over, Xuan Li was startled, and someone grabbed the front of his front.

"open."

The man seemed to be sniffing something, his hand was surprisingly strong, just when Xuan Li was about to smash it with a fan, Qiong Ji let him go.

There was a dangerous light hidden in the deep eyebrows, he squinted his eyes and uttered a sentence very lightly, like a whisper, only said one word: "Dragon?"

The hand holding the Xuanqing fan was clenched suddenly, he stared at Qiongji, and smiled calmly for a while, as if the other party was talking about drunken words after drinking for a long time, revealing some false indulgence that was hard to detect: "Qiongji, Don’t you know that Xiao Xiang is obsessed with Xiao Xiang in the north?” He pointed to himself, “When did the phoenix of 6 years become a dragon?”

Qiongji looked at him indifferently, seemed to agree with Xuanli's words for a while, and stood up from the cloud with a light smile, "You may wish to consider the conditions I said, if you think it is not enough, you can mention it again, to put it bluntly, although the heavens After recuperating for more than [-] years, if we really want to fight, there are not many people available, so it all depends on you?" He looked at the two strands of white hair on Xuanli's head, showing a regretful expression, "Gods will grow old one day too. , even if the supernatural power is unrivaled, it is still difficult to defeat Wanjian."

Qiong Ji helplessly looked at the person who was still unmoved in front of him and shook his head: "Farewell, next time when the peaches are ripe, you can take me up to pick the peaches, and, try to make a decision as soon as possible, otherwise I won't promise to go to the north." How many people will die in the environment.”

Xuan Li shook the fan in his hand, with some inexplicable meaning in his tone, "The elder is so dishonest."

Qiong Ji smiled casually: "It's not like in the past, the emperor should make a decision earlier, and leave."

After watching people leave for a long time, Xuanli finally got down from the cloud and turned back to Lingxiao Hall.

There was a lot of noise in the hall, listening to it made people's brain hurt. Tianjun sat on the collapsed bed, seemed tired of hearing those gossips, put his hands on his forehead, and unilaterally blocked the contact with the outside world.

"Come on, all the immortals. Aren't you tired of talking like this?" Xuanli came down from the cloud slowly, although his voice was soft, but the people in the hall fell silent instantly. The person who was about to fall asleep on the seat was woken up.

"Emperor?" Tianjun yelled in panic, seeing the person's complexion, he straightened his clothes in embarrassment and sat up straight.

"Qiongji made a condition." Xuanli rubbed his forehead and sat down on the chair brought up by the little fairy boy, "Two things, east and west, in exchange for the northern border."

"Ah? This..."

"Alas...how can this be good..."

"Once the northern territory is lost, the door will be wide open..."

The noisy discussion sounded in the ears again, and Xuan Li's headache was splitting like mosquitoes.

A beam of red light descended from the sky, and a huge fan covered the top of the person's head, almost sticking to the scalp, with a weight as heavy as a thousand catties of black iron, even a god would be able to hold it tightly.

"If there is a countermeasure, you can say it louder."

Finally, no one spoke, and An Jingjing turned into a shrinking turtle.

Sure enough, today is different. In the battle between gods and demons 3 years ago, besides the magic soldiers of all directions, those who lost the backbone of the heavenly court who were able to fight in the three worlds were brave and resourceful. What about now?

He looked at the sad-faced Tianjun on the throne, exhaustion rose from the bottom of his heart, and a little powerlessness was rarely revealed in his words: "Can Tianjun have a countermeasure?"

Everyone present was taken aback, Tianjun leaned forward, this is... what does this mean?

"Emperor..."

Xuanli stood up and removed the Xuanqing fan from the heads of the crowd. He glanced lightly at the people present: "Qiong Ji said, if you feel that the conditions are not good, you can still negotiate. Your Majesty can decide for himself."

"My lord..."

Before the words finished, the person standing in front of the Yuetang chair had disappeared.

After returning to Shangwu Palace, Xuanli was willful for a rare time. He raised his hand and hung up the night stars on the set in advance. A full moon hung in front of him. He sat on the wicker chair in front of the main hall and said to Kun Yuan. : "Go get a jug of wine."

The best centuries-old peach blossom wine, the purest and strongest wine in the heavens, is served in an exquisite white jade pot. The fine nectar and jade liquid are drunk alone under the moonlight. Xuanli drinks cup after cup of elegant things, and his mind is empty. Yes, only the tiredness that I had never noticed before slowly came up.

The peonies in his eyes changed color, and the tree trunks also grew into thousands of dense forests in his sight. He was finally a little drunk.

He drank all the wine in the pot, stood up, walked forward according to his feeling, and could not tell that he was drunk at all, until a bright red color suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, his mind flashed soberly, and he came to Chenchi by himself up.

He glanced across the calm pool surface indifferently, tilted his head, tried to open his eyes wide, and there were double images in his eyes. He knelt down, touched the pool water lightly with his fingers, and called out: "Xiaobai."

The voice was deep and lingering, like an unconscious murmur, and Fu Yu, who had just fallen asleep in the pool, woke up suddenly as if she had been summoned by something.

He looked up and saw the man squatting motionless by the pool. He hesitated for a few moments, and then floated gently to the surface of the water. He was about to open his mouth, but he caught a glimpse of the man by the pool with an extremely awkward expression. I fell asleep in this posture, the strong aroma of wine came to my face, my fingers rested in the pool water, and it would have fallen a little further.

Have a drink?

Fuyu stared at the person for a while, making sure that the person was indeed asleep, then climbed up from the water, circled around the person a few times, really couldn't do anything, and was about to go out to look for the person, when he found that the surrounding area had not been known when. Enchantment.

He narrowed his eyes, wondering what this meant?Apologize?Let yourself experience the feeling of suffocation?

Forget it, help him move as hard as he can, although I really want him to fall down to experience the water temperature of the dust pond, but a gentleman does not take advantage of others' danger, and revenge must be repaid in a fair and honest way.

Fu Yu dragged the man away from the dust pool with both hands and tails, and leaned against a peach tree not far away, a stream of moonlight passed through the gaps in the leaves and cast on the man's face, reflecting Xuan Li's already relaxed eyebrows and eyes The two strands of white hair were almost transparent, Fu Yu stretched out her claws, and lightly touched the strands of white hair.

"Are you old?" he thought, "You look so young!"

In the second half of the night, the water temperature became extremely cold, Fu Yu woke up from the water, and worriedly stepped out of the water to look at Xuanli.

The person lying under the peach tree is still in the original posture. The flowers and plants growing on both sides of the peach tree are all covered with dew on Xuanli's robe. But he went ashore first.

Xuanli's face was so pale that it was almost transparent, Fuyu stretched out his hand, just touched it, then took it back.

"It's cool." He murmured.

Won't catch a cold?Immortals should not, right?But it was really cold, like it was snowing.

Forget it, Fu Yu sat down next to the person, and the long tail of the dragon was coiled round and round, wrapping the tree and the person together in the barrier of the dragon's body. I have used it, I hope it can keep a little warm!

Xuanli woke up at the crack of dawn. Even though he slept through the excessive drinking, he still felt very uncomfortable. The slightly hot temperature on his back gave him a buffer, preventing him from accepting the cold immediately after waking up. dreadful morning.

He moved for a while and was about to get up, when a strange confinement around his waist suddenly fell into his eyes, a pair of white jade-like hands clasped and hugged him, and a familiar voice came from behind his ears, with the unique hoarseness of waking up from a dream: "You wake up!" gone."

Xuanli woke up instantly, a cluster of red lotus leaped into his eyes, Chenchi.

He turned around in astonishment and saw that the young man was in a daze of sleep, with long silver hair flowing down his chest and back. He stared blankly at Xuanli, and for a while he saw his own appearance clearly in the dark irises. The man bounced up suddenly, and plunged into the dust pool with his hands and feet.

He forgot to hold his breath in such a hurry, and the water rushed into his throat mercilessly.

He flopped a few times and rolled over, only his head was exposed, his back was facing Xuanli.

I thought to myself: "Ah, ah, it's too embarrassing, but it happens to be transformed at this time."

The mouth is coughing and can't stop at all.

The young man's body is still very thin, his shoulders are thin and narrow, but his lines are beautiful. Xuanli slowly realized that the little guy didn't seem to be wearing any clothes.

There was still warmth in the back, Xuan Li got up from the dew, rubbed his sore shoulders and neck, although he slept outside all night, his body didn't feel too much discomfort, I guess this little guy didn't spend much effort.He walked over with strides, and just when he reached the edge of the pool, the people floating in the middle of the pool buried their heads in the water together.

Xuanli looked at him amusedly, a neat set of clothes was folded between his steady raised arms at some point, the turquoise long gown with streamer lines, the best jade brocade in the heaven.

He knocked on the surface of the water, his heart seemed to be warmed by yesterday's heat, and he couldn't help but want to treat him better: "Put the clothes here, or should I help you wear them?"

A few bubbles appeared on the surface of the water, and it took a while to hear a low voice: "Let me do it myself."

Xuanli put his clothes on the side of the pool properly, and was about to leave, when he heard someone say again: "Thank you, Dijun."

Yesterday's resentment finally melted away at this moment, Xuan Li smiled, stared at the white world outside, and asked: "It's snowing, do you want to go out and have a look?"

"Ah? It's snowing?" An excited little head popped out of the water, and Fuyu looked at the enchantment not far away with bright eyes, and it really snowed.

When he got excited, he almost got out of the pool directly.

"...You, you turn around first."

Xuanli wanted to laugh at him, but felt that he was too cute, so forget it.

He turned around obediently, but after waiting for a long time, no one said anything, "Are you ready?"

There was still no sound behind him, Xuanli thought that it would be possible to wear any clothes to avoid danger.

He hurriedly turned around, and the half-clothed person behind him yelled, "Ah, what are you doing turning around?"

Xuanli was dizzy from the voice, and subconsciously covered his eyes, "You wear what you wear."

It wasn't until he turned back and took his hands off his eyes that Xuanli realized what he was covering?What is there for two big men to avoid suspicion?

It was not until Xuanli was about to fall asleep that the people behind him dawdled to put on the clothes. Everyone knew that Bi Huajin's clothes were cumbersome, but they were never so complicated that it took an entire hour to put them on.

Xuanli turned around, his heart trembled suddenly, as if the whole world was filled with spring as far as he could see.

It was the first time he saw Fuyu's face clearly, young and heroic, eyebrows hanging upturned in a calm place, dark green pupils embedded in a square of raw jade, and long eyelashes cast silk from the well-defined surroundings. Xuanli felt that the color he had chosen could not be any better. The sterling silver hair was spread on the azure fabric, just like the Milky Way suddenly appeared in the day when the spring grass was lush, and the whole world was gathered together. In the boundless dream, the beauty is a little unreal.

Fuyu followed Xuanli's gaze and lowered her head, curled up her toes without boots, and asked cautiously, "Isn't it pretty?"

Xuanli thought that he had probably never seen anyone who was more suitable to wear Bihuajin than the person in front of him.

When stepping out of the enchantment, the snow had stopped, and Kun Yuan and other immortal servants were sweeping the snow with brooms. A complete path lay across the snow-covered flowers and plants, and there was a kind of prosperity in the world.

This was the first time Fuyu saw snow. He stood still and did not dare to move, as if some precious treasure was laid on the stone slab. Xuanli led him a few steps forward, and with a flick of his finger, the snowflakes covering the ground Spontaneously gathered into a pile, and then slowly stacked into a ball, Fuyu was still holding a handful of cold snowflakes in his hand, he pinched it, and put the ball that was completely disproportionate in size on Xuanli's large on the ball.

"Is that so? Make a snowman?" He looked at Xuanli with bright eyes, and a trace of snowflakes stained his untied hair.

Xuanli: "..."

The fairy servant who swept the snow had already discovered the stranger who appeared suddenly, but they didn't dare to ask if Xuan Li didn't say anything. species.

Kun Yuan was still puzzled, so it turned out that his own emperor knew that the little dragon was going to transform, so he formed an enchantment on purpose, carefully avoiding the heavy snow, but it grew so fast, it took only a few days, and it has already transformed.

I don't know when, a few words of joy and laughter came out of the always quiet Shangwu Palace. The voice was young and immature, and not long after that, the snow started to fall again.