The fairy world collapsed, and the down-and-out gods were laid off and re-employed.

Jiang Zhixia had a long dream, which was about her death.

She died when she was eighteen years old. At that time, she had just developed a superficial concept of good and evil, right and wrong, and she wanted to learn well. But God did not give her this opportunity in the end.

After she died, the man also went crazy. He took his sword and killed all those people, and he wiped his neck and died next to her.

Without the coach, the city was saved.

The people who survived the disaster buried Jiang Zhixia, and then they angrily tied up the city defender and used his blood to pay tribute to their "benefactor".

The people spread the story of her defending the city throughout the country. In this way, a legend was born who was willing to give up his life to protect the people of a city.

The rumors became more and more exaggerated, saying that she was a goddess sent from heaven to protect them.

With wars and wars going on all the time, the people need such legends and stories to give them the confidence to live, and those in power also need such stories to stabilize people's hearts.

But they don't know that the "goddess" they have been told about has actually turned into a fierce ghost.

Her resentment was so severe that even the ghosts did not dare to approach, but she did not go around killing people, she just sat on her own grave in a daze.

She didn't understand that she obviously had no ambitions and didn't want to be rich and powerful. She just wanted to live well in the mountains with her mother. Why did she end up like this? Just because they are poor, do they deserve to live a miserable life?

She couldn't even figure out why people would come to worship at her grave and beg her to save them. She couldn't save herself, so how could she save them?

Later, when the war ended, the city regained its prosperity, and a temple was built next to his grave. But she found that there were many people coming to her grave to cry and complain, and they were still suffering.

She also saw many dignitaries coming to pay homage to her grave, and the cost of their offerings could cover the expenses of a poor family for two months.

Why not give the money to them, but to a dead person like yourself?

After hearing too many people's pleas and wishes, she had more and more problems, but none of them could be solved.

She fell into endless confusion and sat there for hundreds of years. During these hundreds of years, she forgot herself and everything. She only remembered that she was thinking about problems, but in the end she forgot even what problems she was thinking about.

She felt completely dead.

During this time she occasionally heard someone playing the flute. She liked that piece of music, because every time it appeared, she would feel much better, and it was only at this time that she realized that she still existed.

Such lonely days did not end until someone came to talk to her.

That person is none other than Master Kaiyang.

When Jiang Zhixia met Master Kaiyang for the first time, she felt that he was quite unruly.

He wore a purple gold Taoist robe, a long white beard, and held a whisk as long as the bristles of a brush. Although he had a kind smile on his face, she couldn't ignore the red bow tied on his head.

He seemed to notice Jiang Zhixia's gaze, and touched the knot on his head with some embarrassment, "My second apprentice gave me a birthday gift for my birthday a few days ago. She asked me to wear it for a month, saying that something good would happen... …”

He took out the whisk again and asked her: "Are you curious about this? Actually... to be honest, the whisk is too long and it's troublesome, so I cut it to make it lighter. But, when I go to formal occasions, I will Make it longer.”

At that time, Jiang Zhixia felt that the old man was probably sick.

Master Kaiyang probably realized that his strange behavior aroused her suspicion, so he quickly changed the subject and asked her if she knew she had become an immortal.

Jiang Zhixia looked at him blankly and did not answer.

It turns out that a hundred years later, the dynasty changed, and the new monarch, in order to maintain his orthodox status, claimed that they had received instructions from the "goddess" to do so, and that his ancestor was the "descendant" of Jiang Zhixia.

She became a political tool to consolidate the royal power, so tablets were also invited to be worshiped in the Ancestral Temple, becoming a representative of divine power.

Her path to immortality is inseparable from the help of mortal rulers. Even though it is ironic, the result of her becoming a fairy is true.

Master Kaiyang sighed and put his hand on her forehead, "I'm sorry, child. It was my fault that I wanted to sacrifice you in exchange for peace in the fairy world...

But I didn't expect you to be able to resolve your resentment and control your murderous thoughts. You made me see the variables and made me realize that my thinking was too narrow. Come with me, Master will protect you from today on. "

Because she hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time, Jiang Zhixia's reaction was a little slow. She didn't avoid Kaiyang Zhenren's touch, but she didn't answer him either.

Master Kaiyang just waited for her answer. If she doesn't answer for a day, he will wait for a day; if she doesn't answer for a year, he will wait for a year.

Master Kaiyang stayed with her like this. When people came to cry and complain, he would be by her side and tell her why they had such demands. When no one came, he would tell her a little bit about the beginning of the world and teach her. Be sensible.

It wasn't until twenty years later that she nodded in agreement.

That day, in order to celebrate her joining Lingqing, Master Kaiyang gave her a horizontal knife. After that, he took her to find Xie Zezhi.

It's a good dream.

Jiang Zhixia slowly opened her eyes and saw the windmill stuck next to her bed curtain. There are ten in total. The breeze blows and the windmill rotates, which is very beautiful.

She felt that these windmills looked familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere.

She remembered!

When she woke up a few days ago, she also saw these rotating windmills beside her bed. As a result, she stared at them for too long and made herself sleepy and fell asleep again.

This isn't some hypnotic array, is it? ?

Thinking of this, she sat up and looked around and found that there was no one in the room, not even Xie Zezhi.

Where did they go? She was a little confused.

Suddenly, she smelled a scent that made her index finger twitch. She was already hungry after sleeping for so long. The smell came from the soup cups placed on the table.

She walked over a few steps and found that the soup was still hot, so she quickly served herself a bowl.

As soon as she took a spoonful of soup into her mouth, she was sweating profusely and her heartbeat was racing. She felt a burning sensation from her throat to her stomach, as if her internal organs were on fire.

What is this thing? !

"Ah!!!!" He Susu shouted from outside the door: "She's awake!"

Seeing her waking up, He Susu immediately rushed out to inform others.

"No, Susu, please wait a moment!" Jiang Zhixia wanted to chase her, but suddenly she felt something warm in her nose...

A moment later, Lin Yi and others rushed into her room and saw her holding her nose, her hands dripping with blood, staring at them sadly.

"Can anyone explain to me what's in this soup?"

They quickly came forward to help her stop the bleeding, cool her down and wipe her hands.

"Lao Qi made the soup." Mo Yanxu gave her a cold compress and quickly took it out.

Everyone pointed at Dongfang Chuliang!

"It shouldn't be." Dongfang Chuliang looked at the soup cup, "I didn't put so many things in when I was boiling it. Did you add something else?!"

All his senior brothers and sisters immediately avoided his questioning eyes.

He held the soup cup and walked up to Yu Yi, "Lao Wu?"

Yu Yi laughed twice and said, "I, I thought that medicinal materials should be used to replenish the soup. So I dug out a 10,000-year-old ginseng harvested from Xihuang Mountain. While I was picking it, I could still hear the ginseng essence next to me cursing. ."

Everyone pointed at Yu Yi.

"Fourth?"

Liu Mosi couldn't hide, so she simply told the truth, "I saw he put ginseng... so I went to Xihuang Mountain to catch a deer spirit and asked him for some antler..."

Everyone: "Yes?"

"He gave it voluntarily! After he gave it, I didn't embarrass his family." Liu Mosi quickly covered her mouth when she realized that she had made a mistake.

Everyone pointed at Liu Mosi.

"Second child?"

"I am her senior sister, can I harm her!?" Lin Yi was confident, but Dongfang Chuliang felt guilty, "I just put in a little cordyceps..."

"Stop fooling us. How much is one point? Tell us clearly!"

"Less than a pound..."

"How much is that!?"

"About half a catty..."

"!!!"

Everyone pointed at Lin Yi.

"Boss?"

Mo Yanxu did not answer Dongfang Chuliang's words, but took Jiang Zhixia to look at the windmills, "Do you like them? We bought them for you."

He said that although they were not comparable to her mother, they were also her family. From now on, they will always stay with her and be her backing. They will never let her be alone again or let her be bullied by others.

Jiang Zhixia was so moved that she almost cried, "Brother, what you said is so good."

"It should."

"We are a family, so we should share blessings and share hardships..." She took the soup cup from Dongfang Chuliang's hand, and her face changed instantly, "If you are one of us, each of you give me a sip of this soup... …Don’t run!”

Everyone didn't stop for a moment and rushed out immediately.

The fastest runners were He Susu and Mo Jiansu. They put the most things in there, with so many varieties that they couldn’t even remember what they put in!

When Xie Zezhi rushed back from the other side, he saw the Lingqing immortals running away in all directions, with Jiang Zhixia chasing after them vigorously. He lowered his head and smiled, then put his arm around her waist and carried her back to the room.

"Put me down!" She tapped his shoulder lightly. After landing, she asked him while holding the soup: "Did you put something in it too... um."

Jiang Zhixia felt like she was going to be swallowed by him.

His kiss was different from the harshness of the first time, and different from the gentle and long kiss on the neck that time, but like a violent storm with a little "ferocity".

His attack was so fierce that she couldn't resist it. She hooked her arms around his neck and forced a distance to let herself catch her breath. She said out of breath, "Thank you, Xie Zezhi, I...I..."

"What's wrong?" His breathing was also rapid.

"Wait a moment, my legs are weak..." She leaned in his arms to prevent herself from sliding down.

She had never encountered such a situation before and thought she was sick.

After hearing this, Xie Zezhi's eyes darkened, he picked her up and put her on the table, tightening her waist so that he could continue to "prey" her.

Jiang Zhixia almost thought she was going to suffocate!

After a long while, he let her go.

She leaned in his arms to calm down her breathing, and the sound of his heartbeat could be heard in her ears. She felt a little blushing when she remembered the sound she had made involuntarily just now.

Xie Zezhi held her shoulders and asked her to look at him. He said extremely seriously: "Jiang Zhixia, I want to ask you something."

"You, you say."

"How do you feel about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow?" She didn't understand and replied casually: "It should be good."

"Yes, I think it's good too. So you can marry me tomorrow."

"what?"

"You think it's a little late?"

"Ha!? No, w-why?"

"Because tomorrow will be good."

"..."