After being homeless, he was picked up by God and brought home to be his husband.

(Hey guys, I admit that the first few chapters may be a bit boring. I know I'm procrastinating. Give me another chance. Woohoo.

This article belongs to a state where you will be crazy if you are not favored every year. If it is not sweet, it does not cost money. I hope everyone will pass by and leave a book review. If you leave a few more comments, I will be very satisfied, woo woo woo, and bow again. )

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"Your Majesty, we have arrived. Do you think we should summon you now?"

Inside the pavilion, sandalwood scented the air, and the God Emperor was buried among the snow-white drawings on the floor. He was drawing with a red pen, without raising his head: "Let him come in."

"Yes."

Lan Yu didn't have to be on duty today, and the food supply in the human world was tight. He was so busy during this period that he finally found time to take a day off, but he was summoned to Qingxin Tower by His Majesty, saying that he had something important to discuss.

The chamberlain led him up to the attic, gently opened the door, and said respectfully, "The Immortal Lord invites you."

Lan Yu was sleepy and resentful. He stepped into the room and stepped on a pile of thick paper.

Looking again, the entire quiet room was filled with all kinds of drawings. His Majesty was among them, holding a pen in his mouth. His white clothes, white shirt, white hair and white beard almost blended into the white room.

Lan Yu frowned slightly, the chamberlain had already closed the door, and it was difficult to exit even if he wanted to.

He walked into the inner room through a little space, with a cold face, pulled up a chair and sat down, not even bothering to pretend:

"Is the important thing His Majesty said is to call me over to watch you paint?"

The old man let go of the pen in his mouth and flicked the album in his hand. He couldn't be more satisfied.

He pulled the corner of Lan Yu's robe and asked him to sit on the ground. Lan Yu was reluctant to pull it off and was forced to look at the colorful book in his hand. His brows deepened:

"what is this?"

"This is a new house that I found for you. It took a lot of effort. No one else has this honor!"

"House?"

Lan Yu pressed down the album lying in front of him and glanced at him hesitantly, suspecting that he had evil intentions: "I live well in Yulin Palace, why do you insist that I move?"

"How can this be the same? You are already so old, and it is time to start a family on your own. Naturally, I have to find a good place for you."

The old man had mentioned this matter to him several times last year. Lan Yu was very annoyed, so he said perfunctorily that we would discuss it next year.

I thought that the old man had a poor memory and would forget after talking about it for two days. Who knew that he was thinking about it all the time, and even today he directly called Lan Yu over and asked him to forcibly move his house.

Lan Yu flipped through the book with terrible descriptions, his eyebrows ached, and he rubbed his forehead:

"Then may I ask what good place your Majesty has found for me?"

His Majesty stroked his little white beard and said proudly: "The place chosen by me is naturally unique in the world, look at it."

He pointed to a line of small words on a messy page of drawings for Lan Yu to read.

"Guwu Mountain! How about it? You are very discerning, right?"

Lan Yu couldn't help but feel disgust on his face. The old man's aesthetics were obvious to everyone in the capital. It was really beyond the level of flattery.

He cast a half-interested glance and completed the remaining half a line that the old man had not finished reading:

"Because Guyu Mountain is the final place of seclusion for the God of Heaven, it is known as the first sacred mountain in the three realms."

Lan Yu raised his arm to support his forehead, lowered his eyebrows and smiled:

"Your Majesty is so considerate of me that you sent me directly to live with God. You can't say that you have no good intentions."

His Majesty scratched his chin and said uncertainly: "Well, this probably isn't true. Besides, tens of thousands of years have passed. It's impossible that no news has spread. The god must have passed away."

"And if you think about it, the place where God lived must be a beautiful palace. It was magnificent and magnificent. This alone is impeccable."

Lan Yu didn't answer and leaned back slightly, supporting his upper body on his elbows with a relaxed posture.

He came out in a hurry, so he casually put on a black vine-patterned brocade robe with wide sleeves. The collar of the robe was hooked with a large iris flower with thin silver thread. The flower branches climbed up enchantingly, and the black hair was tied up in a bun with silver hairpins. At the back of the head.

A pair of affectionate auspicious eyes, with red moles at the corners of the eyes, and the ends of the eyes raised upwards, giving them an extra touch of sentimental charm that no one else has. Her red lips and fair skin are very bright, but her eyebrows are sparse, and she does not look feminine. Her appearance She is dignified and elegant, but her expression is weak at the moment, and she can't see much emotion or anger.

When His Majesty saw that he didn't answer, he pushed him away again: "I'm talking to you, my child. Do you agree?"

Lan Yu had nothing to do with him. If he didn't agree with the old man today, he would have to think of other ways to torment him. He could only relent: "Okay, okay, I'll move. Don't bother me with this matter again in the future."

The old man was overjoyed and happily gave him a paper deed and asked him to take it to Tianzion Pavilion to have his fingerprints pressed. After doing so, Guyu Mountain would be in his name, Lanyu.

Then Lan Yu became a homeless pauper.

Because when he pressed his fingerprints and started preparing to move his house, he discovered that there was no trace of Guwu Mountain at all.

The priests under his command searched for it one after another, almost searching through the three realms, but could not find any clues about the so-called first sacred mountain in the three realms.

However, Lan Yu didn't take this matter too seriously. It would be easier for him not to move, and it would be good to continue living in Yulin Palace.

Until this morning, he was woken up by Yuan Qing knocking on the door and said angrily that someone was coming to kick him out.

It turns out that since Guwu Mountain was under Lan Yu's name, the Yulin Palace had to be freed up.

During this period, a new nobleman rose to prominence in Tianjing. The superiors recognized his hard work and merit, and specially awarded him the Yulin Palace as a reward.

This rising upstart was impartial and had a grudge against Lan Yu.

Ma Zha was an extremely small-minded person. He had always believed that if Lan Yu hadn't interfered with it, he would have been granted the seal of Tianjing in the morning, and it would have been delayed until now.

It was originally agreed to move at the age of eighteen, but Mazha finally got a chance to suppress Lan Yu, which was like a treasure.

He deliberately came early this time just to disgust Lan Yu so that he could vent his anger.

When he learned that Lan Yu's autumn harvest was over, he hurried back to heaven to resume his life. He definitely didn't have time to take care of moving. He originally wanted to come to his door when he was not prepared, and maybe take advantage of his words.

Who would have thought that Yuan Qing would show up halfway and block the door to prevent him from entering.

However, Yuan Qing was of higher rank than him, which made him extremely angry, but he couldn't do anything to him other than arguing, and he made Lan Yu laugh at him for nothing.

Ma Zha's face was livid, he was really stealing the chicken but losing the rice.

Lan Yu suppressed the anger in his heart, raised his eyelids, scanned the people and objects behind Mazha, and sneered:

"I thought I was some great treasure, worthy of the Mobei Immortal Lord personally escorting me. Now it seems that the Immortal Lord must be blind and mistook the pheasant for the phoenix."

Ma Zha had previously rebelled against his army due to his neither salty nor bland attitude, but now he was being ridiculed in such a weird way in front of his face.

His face was twisted, and he said with a sinister smile:

"My things are naturally incomparable with Immortal Lanyu's treasures. Also, who doesn't know that there is an ancient temple under Immortal Lanyu's name? I wonder when I can invite you all to sit there and see what the sacred mountain is like. What a style.”

Yuan Qing, who was standing aside, couldn't help but wonder, didn't no one know about this?

Even that old guy Wei Wei had mentioned how great the Yulin Palace in Lanyu was when he came to talk to him before, and he would like to move in there for retirement if possible.

Even he, Wei Wei, didn't know that Lan Yu was moving to a new house, so how did this damn grasshopper know about it.

Lan Yu was most annoyed by such a snobbish person, so he impatiently issued an eviction order: "The agreed date has not yet come, and besides, my mansion has never welcomed unpleasant people to come, visit, or see off guests."

Saying he was seeing off guests, Lan Yu raised his hand and slammed the main door directly in front of the horse gate, leaving a cart full of things and a group of followers staring at the door.

Seeing that there was no movement in Mazha for a long time, the leader bravely stepped forward and asked: "Then, Immortal Lord, should we go back now or..."

Ma Zha stood on the steps, his face turning blue and white, and he came back to his senses when he heard the voice.

Feeling that he had lost all face, he glared at the attendant fiercely, then stamped his feet and turned around to go back to his home.

After finally driving the people away, Yuan Qing stood at the door waving his fan and praised:

"To be honest, I think the dead grasshopper is really too small-minded. If I hadn't come earlier, he would have led his gang to break into the house while you were sleeping."

Lan Yu glanced at him and knew that he was asking for credit, so he didn't bother to pay attention. He turned around and went into the house to get the seal and coat and went out.

Yuan Qing followed him like a follower. Seeing the seal in his hand, he asked: "You want to go out? Where are you going?"

Lan Yu nodded slightly, in agreement with his words.

Yuan Qing reacted: "You want to go to the old man to approve fakes? Aren't you very busy recently? Why are you approving fakes?"

Lan Yu's back is slender, his black hair pouring down, and he walks forward without looking back:

"Go find the number one sacred mountain in the Three Realms, otherwise you will be kicked out again next time."