Bodhi

It was night, and the night wind was clear and clear, blowing over the fragrant flowers and trees, and blowing the clear breath everywhere, as if it could dye groups of clear and beautiful colors in the dark and dark night.

Su Xuechan sat by the window, biting a pen in her mouth, frowning at a book spread out on the table.

The original snow-white and plain silk surface was now dripping with ink and made a mess. It was full of horizontal and vertical strokes like ghostly drawn symbols, and there were arrows circled one after another.In Yinglong Palace, the paper is made of plain valerian silk satin, the pens are made of Cangjiang Shuiyu and Zihao, and the ink is made of pine smoke and clear ink.Adding these together, even if you spread out a ghost painting talisman, you can see a bit of the misty and misty fairy air.

Holding the pen, he didn't seem to know how to continue to smudge from the pile of ink marks that he couldn't start with. At the end, he simply waved his hand in frustration, scratched it wildly, and finally laid down on the table in frustration, staring at the pen. I was dazed in an unknown place.

He is thinking about a very serious matter.

Why did Emperor Wa send him back thousands of years ago?

He is Bodhiwood and also Qingqiu Fox.Thousands of years ago, he was cast by Emperor Wa, born from the blood of the dragon and the hatred of Chi You, and was killed by the Dongyi people during the catastrophe of the demon clan, making Li Yuan swallow the gods and men of the ten kingdoms in grief, and sent him to death. Thousands of years later, because of Su Li's imprint on his wrist, he was reincarnated as the eldest prince of Qingqiu, and he sacrificed his life to save the world on the plain of Zhulu, returning to a thousand years ago, Become a bodhi body...

All of this is an endless loop, where is there any possibility of change? !

"Ahhh—!" He grabbed his hair frantically, yelled out of collapse, and collapsed on the table again dejectedly.

What if Emperor Wa didn't say he sent it here?

He rubbed the corner of his clothes absentmindedly, staring at the messy ink marks on the table.

His physical body was destroyed, and even his soul almost disappeared. If it weren't for his merits of saving the world, even the Emperor Wa would have difficulty pulling him back from the brink of annihilation... Could it be that the Emperor Wa sent him here just for the sake of it? Simply want to give him a physical body?

...No, that doesn't make sense.

As far as he is concerned, he really wants to know in his heart how he got along with Li Yuan when he was still a bodhi tree. The irreversible death, he also wanted to do his best to satisfy this sweet love and the past, Emperor Wa once said that he would reward him...is this the reward?

It doesn't make sense either.

A cup of Luohunhua could allow him to enter Fengbei Lie's dreamland, where he could fully see what happened to him in the first half of his life, vividly, as if he was actually there, not to mention that Zhulong directly let him see his own memory at that time, Even if he wanted to let him see the truth and the past, wouldn't the most time-saving and labor-saving way be to create a dream directly?How could Emperor Wa not have this ability?

However, how did this endless loop come about?

Su Xuechan couldn't answer this question, just like he couldn't think of the answer which came first, the chicken or the egg, and he couldn't explain so many loopholes and doubts. He could only press his forehead heavily, trying to relieve a little tension. nerve.

During the long thinking and silence, he was confused about his goal for the first time.

Does he want to change this cursed fate, or pull him and Li Yuan out of the quagmire of reincarnation?

After much deliberation, he still didn't quite understand, just when he was about to rub the silk book on the table and throw it away, he heard the soft sound of his robe fluttering from behind, and Li Yuan embraced him from behind, With his lips touching his hair, he asked in a low voice, "What's the matter, are you painting?"

"Yes," Su Xuechan tilted his head dejectedly, and said absently, "I'm drawing."

Li Yuan looked at the dotted and messy painting, he couldn't help but choked, and said speechlessly: "Then tell me, what is this painting?"

"You." Su Xuechan was confident and confident, and pointed his ink-stained fingers on it, "here, dragon horns, claws, and scales... how good it is to draw."

Li Yuan: "...This is me."

"That's right." Su Xuechan excitedly picked up the pen on the side again, and filled in two black dots where a little blank space could be seen, "Look, this longan bead...is exactly like "The Finishing Touch Picture"!"

Li Yuan laughed angrily at him, put his lips on his ear and said: "Little thing, if you don't clean it up for three days, you will go to the house to expose the tiles..."

"Hey!" Su Xuechan panicked now, and yelled a series of hastily, "I haven't recovered that day, my lower back hurts, no...don't don't!"

Su Xuechan was pressed on the large table by Li Yuan, with the "finishing touches" on his back, and before he could speak again, Li Yuan bent down and kissed his lips.

It is already summer now, and even in the dark night, the air is still filled with a heat that is not yet coming, but the dew on the eaves still refuses to stop for a moment, and the water falling from Yu Duo The trickle of water on the tongue of the bell wets the flowers and trees under the porch, like a spring rain that never stops falling continuously outside the window lattice of a pair of lovers.

At the same time, Dongyi is a territory.

No matter how calm the outside world is, the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers seem to have no effect on the Hundred Thousand Mountains. A bamboo green figure is standing in the midst of it. Looking from the back, one can only see that his figure is clear and sparse. behind the waist.

Not far away, Feng Beilie stood on a high place with his hands down, with the breeze lingering around his fingertips, surrounding the people below, like a man-made isolation area.

The person below raised his head, holding a pen in one hand and pinching paper in the other. Those clear and black eyebrows and such a handsome face are exactly what Su Xuechan looks like in this world!

——Dongyi Yushi, with the body of natural rain, can transform three thousand faces in one face, and it cannot be seen through unless it is the most holy place.

"Are you really going to do this?" He opened his mouth slowly, his tone and melodious voice were no different from Su Xuechan's, "In my opinion, this plan has a lot of flaws and it's too embarrassing to use."

Feng Beilie laughed softly: "No, he will definitely be fooled, you can rest assured."

"Why?" Yu Lansang asked back, with Bodhiwood's face on her face, even the unwilling doubts seemed to become gentle and flexible, "Before this, we had never dealt with the Moon God, he and the Sun God You have never intervened in the war in the lower realms, so you are so reckless, it is too provocative."

"What's more, he himself is also the leader of the Moon Palace. I'm afraid that you and I together are no match for him. If he finds out halfway, what will happen to you and me?"

Feng Beilie smiled slightly, his eyes filled with a certain radiance. He stared at the unknown void, as if he had already seen the ending he wanted.

"As I said, he will definitely come." He repeated slowly, "Because I already know his ending—or rather, the ending between him and Apollo. Since there is going to be trouble, why not make it bigger? ? He is the best candidate, there is no need to hesitate."

Yulan Sang fixedly looked at him, and said, "There is one more thing."

"what?"

"The seal of Yinglong Palace is not so easy to forge. Even I am not [-]% sure. I can only try my best."

Feng Beilie smiled slightly, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "Do your best and obey the destiny."

After a long time, Yulan-san finally threw the pen in his hand high, leaving the first glaring ink marks on the letter paper.

Suddenly there was a wave in the sky.

The wind suddenly blows, the clouds return, the sky is full of thick clouds, and the black wind howls everywhere, instantly blocking the sun's sunshine behind layers of haze, just like a scene of dark clouds pressing down on the city, and the long night is coming, heavy Caged above Kunyu.

Storm is coming.

It's been 33 days in Guanghan. At this moment, Wang Shu has already driven the moon cart around the nine heavens. The moon palace is extremely quiet, and the flowers fall silently.

A celestial maiden with fluttering robes came from the sky full of golden osmanthus, holding a letter in her hand, and landed among a group of maids.

"Girl Yun Jian, why are you back now?" A fairy with sharp eyes saw Yun Jian's slender and ethereal figure first, "Could it be that she cheated on the female officer again and came back to enjoy the cool air?"

Although Wang Shu is the lord of the Moon Palace, he is gentle and kind, which is very different from Xi He's graceful and majestic style, so the maids in the Moon Palace are also very friendly, not as strict as other fairy palaces.

Hearing this, Yun Jian couldn't help frowning her moth eyebrows, which were as pale as sweeping smoke, and spat on the female eunuch, a delicate red mole on the center of her brow also shimmered like anger, "Who is lazy, someone delivered a letter to your lord, The female officer’s sister just asked me to send it back, who is the same as you?”

Gong'e, who was treated like this by her, was not angry, but stretched out her jade-like finger, pointed at Yun Jian and laughed loudly: "Look at this girl, she is usually lazy, but when I say it today, she is really Pick up Joe, whoever is like us, whoever slept under the tree covered with flowers that day, is just like us!"

Yun Jian was anxious: "You!"

Seeing that the other ladies in the palace also covered their mouths and laughed and joked, her little face was flushed, and she couldn't help stomping her feet bitterly, and was about to run into the palace.

"Hey!" The other hurriedly called her, "Silly girl, come back! You haven't said where you sent the letter, how could you just send it to the adults like this!"

Yun Jian reluctantly turned around, raised her hand to take a look, and said in a low voice, "Yinglong Palace!"

Hearing this, Yi Xian'e asked suspiciously: "Yinglong Palace? How could it be Yinglong Palace? That dragon god who doesn't interact with other gods usually, why did you write today?"

"I haven't finished yet!" Yun Jian stared at a pair of sparkling eyes, "It's that... little Highness from Yinglong Palace."

She spoke vaguely, but Xian'e present all reacted after being stunned for a moment, and looked at each other in surprise.

"Your Highness..." one person couldn't hide his surprise, "Isn't it the red line of love of the Dragon God? It is rumored that the Dragon God takes him very seriously and refuses to relax even half a step. Why did he write to the lord?" ?”

The other person followed up: "Farewell! No one in the entire prehistoric world knows about Yinglong God's cold and arrogant temperament, but you make him look like a lover, and you don't know who told him about it."

Immediately before that, Xian'e was unconvinced and said, "Who did I hear it from? I heard it from Mr. Xihe himself! At the feast of mother-in-law, Yinglong God sang a song "Preparation" to show his love to that little highness in public. In my opinion, Dragon God is cold-hearted and arrogant, but he only has deep affection for one person, and he is far superior to other men who have three wives and four concubines!"

"Okay, stop arguing." A woman said anxiously, "Since it is a letter from Dragon Palace, we don't have to talk too much, Yun Jian, you hand over the letter to me, and put it in after I check the seal. Your Excellency's study."

Yun Jian stepped forward as she said, and handed the letter in her hand to the woman who spoke. The woman touched the smooth cover, raised her eyebrows and said, "Hey, why is there no seal?"

"Is it printed inside?" One person asked, "That His Highness is new here, so I'm afraid he doesn't know much about the rules of Jiu Tian's correspondence."

The woman hesitated for a moment, she didn't dare to open the letter sent to Wang Shu privately, she couldn't help hesitating: "What should I do?"

Wang Shu has always been peaceful, and even if a maid made a mistake, she would not impose harsh punishments, therefore, a maid said softly: "Why don't you just open it and have a look, I think Master Wang Shu will not blame you too much. "

The woman was in a dilemma, she didn't want to be negligent and put an untested letter into Wang Shu's study, and she didn't dare to return the letter said to be from Yinglong Palace without authorization, so she gritted her teeth and said, "Forget it, just look at it." One glance, even if the adults blame me, I have nothing to say!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as she opened it with her hands, a gust of evil wind came from nowhere and brushed against her ears. When she lost her balance, the ink-stained silk pages flipped into the stream under the bridge. , gradually blurred.

"Heaven will kill me!" The woman cried out incessantly, and everyone gasped in fright.The water of Guanghan 33 days is extremely cold and weak water, which is naturally different from ordinary water. After they jumped down the creek and fished out the letter, everyone around them could still read the writing clearly. The place where the seal was soaked was blurred by ink stains, even if it was blown dry, it would be difficult to restore it.

Xian'e looked at each other, and they all saw a bitter look in each other's eyes.

In the early morning, Wang Shu drove the moon chariot, and as soon as he returned to the main hall, he saw a group of maids who bowed their heads and said nothing in front of the hall. The first one saw him coming back, rushed to him, and truthfully explained the letter to him.

"The letter sent to me privately by Your Highness?" Wang Shu raised his eyes in doubt, "Is it seriously wet?"

"Reporting to my lord, it is not serious, but the seal of Yinglong Palace is half stained with ink... Maids..."

"Show it to me." Wang Shu said.

The letter was presented soon. He opened the silk page, and there was a slight inaudible scent of vegetation, clear and moist, just like that gentle boy.

He was right.

Wang Shu smiled slightly, seeing the maids standing aside tremblingly, he waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's all go down, it's okay to get wet."

How relieved the maids were, he had no time to care about it now. He looked at the content on the letter paper, and his eyes had changed a little.

"...I left the day before yesterday, Guan Jun looked unwell, and I was afraid of an ominous omen..." His eyelids twitched, "...Appointment tonight?"

Wang Shu frowned, turned his face to look at the pure, clear, clear sky in the distance, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes that others couldn't fathom.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the surging cloud and mist below are full of a group of calamities, restless and well-intentioned.