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"She is my wife. Do the two gods know about my wife?"

Feng Yi's eyes were a little eager. He wanted to know from Yue Mian and Long Jinghong whether his wife was doing well and where she was now.

Hundreds of years have passed since the last time they had a dream through the Kunlun Mirror. During this time, Feng Yi relied on his wife's wish to meet him in heaven to support him.

People around him died and left. Only he remained the same after practicing the immortal method given by his wife.

In order to avoid trouble, he has changed his life in many places over the years.

Until recently, I came to this small sect again.

Yue Mian nodded. This Feng Yi was also very affectionate and righteous. After his wife left, he did not marry another woman. Instead, he was willing to endure the pain of separation for a long time and the pain of cultivation, but also wanted to be with his wife. together.

This affection is truly touching.

"Seeing that you still care about her, it's not in vain that I found the secret book of immortal magic and gave it to Yuexian."

Feng Yi was even more shocked when he heard this, "It turns out that the secret book was given to my wife by the Immortal, so that I have the possibility to practice and become an immortal. Thank you, Immortal. Thank you, Immortal."

Yue Mian smiled and said, "Your wife and I are like sisters, so naturally I hope to help her. Besides, you were successful in shooting the sun at that time. This opportunity was also obtained because of the kind thoughts in your heart, so there is no need to say thank you."

Yue Mian took out the thing in her hand and said, "This is what Yuexian asked me to bring to you. I will leave this thing to you. You should practice well and don't let down Yuexian's sincerity."

Feng Yi nodded repeatedly, "Thank you, Your Majesty. Thank you, Your Majesty."

Yue Mian nodded, Long Jinghong transformed into a dragon, and Yue Mian rode on his back and left.

Feng Yi was left standing there, looking at the clothes and letters in his hands, and shed tears. After so many years, he could finally wear the clothes Xi'er made for him again.

He gently touched the stitching of the clothes with his hands. Xi'er made it right. The material looked very luxurious, and Feng Yi was reluctant to wear it for his daily practice.

Now that he had seen a real immortal again, Feng Yi was filled with enthusiasm. He felt that as long as he persisted, he would see Xi'er.

Finally I am not groping blindly on my own.

He opened the letter Yuexian gave him, and the first sentence was.

"My husband, please forgive me. Things happened for a reason that day. I encountered a thief who went to steal the medicine. I found him and couldn't get it, so he wanted to harm me. I had no choice but to swallow the magic medicine, and I achieved enlightenment and immortality all by myself. I feel ashamed of my husband. She is not allowed to see her husband, and she sheds tears every day."

Seeing this, Feng Yi also wiped away his tears and said bitterly: "I knew that Peng Meng was not a good person. It was my fault that I left Xi'er alone at home, which gave Peng Meng the opportunity to harm Xi'er. "

"I can only use the Kunlun treasures to entrust my dreams to my husband. However, my immortal rank is low and I cannot do this often. Fortunately, God Yue Mian took care of me and found the secret book for me and my wife. I hope that I will practice hard and meet each other in the heaven a hundred years later." .”

Feng Yi read the contents of the letter again and again, and finally folded it solemnly and placed it closest to his heart.

Knowing that his wife was remembering him in heaven now, he felt very at ease and wanted to practice well.

Only then can he live up to his wife's sincerity and the help of God Yue Mian.

There is no need to repay such great kindness, I just hope that I will have the opportunity to practice cultivation in the future, and then I can repay God's kindness after becoming an immortal.

Long Jinghong took Yue Mian to ride among the clouds. Yue Mian's hair was blown by the wind, and she was in a good mood.

"Where are we going?"

Long Jinghong said: "Take you to see the prosperity of this mortal world."

After hearing this, Yue Mian's eyes became interested.

Since she was born in the heaven, although she has had the opportunity to come to the mortal world, she has always had something to do and has never played in the mortal world.

She even listened to Yuexian and other immortals talking about many things in the mortal world.

But Long Jinghong was different. Dragon Palace was originally in the mortal world. When Long Jinghong was not in heaven when he was a child, he would always sneak to the mortal world to play.

So he knows many things in the mortal world clearly.

He took Yue Mian to the busiest street in the mortal world. It was already night here, but the lights were bright. The whole street was filled with mortal men and women, and the girls all had flowers on their hair.

The boy is holding a flower in his hand, ready to give it to the girl he likes.

Yue Mian felt very strange, "What are you doing?"

Long Jinghong carefully protected Yue Mian, preventing her from being hit by people passing by.

"This is the Flower Goddess Festival in the mortal world. Every day on this day, the most beautiful girl will be selected to be this year's Flower Goddess, so as to bless everyone with beautiful love.

Yue Mian smiled and looked around, "This is quite novel, but I wonder when the Flower God would take care of such love affairs? Isn't this all the job of that little old man Yue Lao?"

When Long Jinghong heard Yue Mian's words, he thought Yue Mian was really cute, so he explained: "Although the Flower God doesn't care about this, flowers are a very beautiful thing, and people will give these beautiful things different meanings to them. Flowers are a symbol of friendship. If men and women share their feelings, they will most likely send flowers."

Yue Mian nodded, "That's true."

Seeing other women with flowers in their hair and holding flowers given to them by their loved ones in their hands, Long Jinghong took out a flower from his back like a magic trick and stuffed it into Yue Mian's hand, placing it in her hair. Farewell to a pink peach blossom.

Yue Mian was surprised, "Where did you get it?"

Long Jinghong smiled and said nothing. He would not tell her that he had prepared these early in the morning.

Soon, there was a commotion on the street, and people rushed to one place, shouting, "Hurry up, the selection of the Flower Goddess is about to start over there."

Yue Mian had never seen anything like this before and wanted to watch the fun.

Holding Long Jinghong's hand, he said, "Hurry up, let's go and see how beautiful this Flower God is!"

Long Jinghong was led forward by Yue Mian, squeezing through the walls of people and reaching the front.

I saw several girls standing on the stage at the same time, some as beautiful as lotus flowers, others as cool as plum blossoms, and as grand as peonies...

Yue Mian watched intently. At this moment, the man who was hosting the Flower God Conference asked, "Is there anyone else who wants to run?"

As soon as these words came out, several more girls stood on the stage.

Yue Mian is watching the excitement and is enjoying herself!

The uncle waved to her, "Girl, come up too. This is the first time in my life that I have seen such a fairy-like figure. Let's choose a flower god, right?"

Yue Mian wanted to refuse, but was pushed to the stage by the people around her.

The people below booed, "Yes! The girl is so beautiful, she must be chosen by the Flower Goddess!"