Sao Ke is a spectator

The Heavenly Court, which is too loose, is not comparable to the human world. The Jade Emperor does not have to summon the immortals every five days. If there is no major event, the bronze bell beside the Tianhe River will not be rung.When someone ascended to become an immortal, the bell was struck once, for the ceremony of enshrining Zen, the bell was struck three times, for anyone hosting a banquet, the bell was struck five times, and for gathering all immortals, the bell was struck ten times.

As soon as the bell rang, I counted silently in my heart, no more, no less, exactly ten.

When I walked slowly to the Lingxiao Palace, all the immortals were already standing on their respective immortal seats. There were my good friends, the third prince Yan Yan and Si Chenjian, and the majestic Erlang Shenjun and Yanjue Tianjie. The Luan chime, the Taishang Laojun who smiled like a spring breeze, the Qixing Empress who gave me clothes, and a lot of fairy families I had seen but didn't know where they came from, but what surprised me the most was that Yang Zhuo also came.

Behind him stood an ethereal ghost.

Naturally, the Jade Emperor was the last one to arrive. As soon as he sat down, he went out to play, and the one he played was Li Luo, the Third Prince of Xihai who was injured by him back then.

I sneaked a glimpse of Taishang Laojun giving the ghost a breath of immortal energy, the ghostly remnant soul immediately showed its original appearance, he was standing beside me, he was a beautiful man just by looking at his profile.

Listening to them with great interest, you and I finished each sentence. It turned out that this man smashed several temples of Yue Lao before he died. Luan Qing asked Li Luo for a bunch of lightning in a fit of anger, and then chopped him to death. .

I didn't want this person to be a male and female master, so I only quietly told him that the beauty in red was Yuelao, but I didn't say that Yuelao was a woman.It's okay if he humbly compensated, why did he still say that sentence: I knew that Yue Lao was a fairy girl...

Can't complain that Luanqing took his life first and now wants to attack his soul.

As long as the affairs of the fairy world are restrained by the fairy family, the fate of heaven will be disrupted. Thinking about his status as Yuelao, the Jade Emperor naturally didn't have to deal with Luanqing for the sake of a mere human life.

What I didn't expect was that this soul is also a great master. I listened to all the words Qixing Empress said to Yanyan, but I couldn't see it without my mortal bones. Find out what's different about this soul.After several older immortals watched it one after another, their surprised expressions aroused my curiosity, who is the white wolf?And why did he dance to the stage of silence?

The white wolf had previously left a severed tail in the "Yuanyu Pavilion" of the ancestor of the dragon. The Jade Emperor remembered the love of the emperor and ministers for thousands of years, and ordered the Taishang Laojun to cast a fairy body for this man with the severed tail. At first, this matter was handled happily, but Yuelao had a complicated look on his face, a little dissatisfied, and a little... helpless.

Yang Zhuo seems to be still angry about stealing incense. When he was in the hall just now, he rejected all the solutions I proposed to solve this matter. It is not possible to speak so harshly that it seems that I have a deep hatred with him.

Nai and I just couldn't get angry with him. After the Jade Emperor left, I licked my face and told him to go to the Palace of Destiny to drink, but he was lucky. His mount went straight back to the underworld.

Just as I was sighing at the black figure, the third prince Yanyan jumped out from behind me: "Would you like to follow me to the demon world?"

I don't know what is so special about the son of the demon king. I saw that the third prince of the heaven would run to Maluo Mountain every now and then. If it were someone else, I might agree, but he is just an unknown How can I play with a small human child?

I politely declined his kindness, and went back to the Palace of Destiny to confess to Si Qi, and then I went down to the realm in Yundou, which was still not being manipulated very well.

Naturally, Luohe City was the one to go.

Before I reached Ye Mansion, I heard the sound of mourning and music. The main road leading directly to Ye Qi’s family was as crowded as peak ants. I followed the flow of people into Ye’s house with its wide-open door, and the lanterns hanging under the eaves all the year round. The red yarn has been replaced by onyx white plain yarn, and dozens of soul-inducing banners stand beside the two mighty unicorns.

Yide lives in Zili forever, his voice and appearance last forever, his soul returns to nine days and moonlit nights, and he is passed on endlessly... After my father Ye Zhenglun passed away, the phase was passed on to my uncle Ye Zhengqing, and these eulogizing words to commemorate his heroic spirit did not One sentence can express the uncle in my heart.

Yibiao is now the owner of the Ye Mansion. The 40-year-old Prime Minister has a serious and serious appearance, and his demeanor is not inferior to that of my father Ye Zhenglun. It's hard to spot him in the crowd.

The number of people who came to worship was countless, from the civil and military officials down to the people of Luohe City. They couldn't tell which ones were sincere and which were just acting on the spot, and each wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes with their sleeves up.Seeing this scene, it's not hard to imagine what my uncle was like Gan Tang's bereaved grandfather. Like my father, he has inherited the loyalty of the Ye family for generations, and he deserves this honor after his death.

The second son of the Ye Mansion back then got mixed up in the crowd and no one recognized him anymore. The Ye family members in front of them all changed their appearance, the new ones could not be named, and even if they were recognized, they needed to be carefully identified.

Pale and yellow, I have been passing by for generations, and I am alone in the long river of time.

After knocking my head three times in front of the little uncle spirit, I went to the backyard again, and then I turned around and left Yefu.

The uncle of His Highness Hades has long since lost the charm of the past. His black hair has been stained with the frost and snow of the years. The smoky blue gown wraps the slightly bent back, and the half-smiling face has a few more folds.

I walked in front of him, before I could say "Uncle"——

"Dai Shu..."

After decades of not seeing each other, he still recognized me at a glance.

Regarding the fate given by Pu Wei, he only smiled and said, "Very good, very good." My uncle, who only had flowers and plants in his mind, will be a gardener in his next life, which is considered to have fulfilled his wish during his lifetime.

Just like the last time I sent my uncle to Naihe Bridge when I sent my father off, Po Meng stood in the center holding soup in her forehand, the hollyhock on the cloud temples competed with the one I picked from the backyard of Yefu...

I stuffed the flowers into my uncle's hand and whispered in his ear: "Grandma Meng loves flowers the most. If you give her these hollyhocks, it won't make things difficult for you when you cross the Naihe Bridge."

He smiled warmly: "It's still my nephew who thinks well."

I watched the back of my uncle slowly stepping up the steps, and saw the relief that had been accumulated for thousands of years in Granny Meng's eyes, and I couldn't help feeling sad.

Where is the old man now?Today is not where.

A journey of flowers, a journey of leaves, another round of one month and one year.

Looking forward to a journey, sighing a journey, the vicissitudes of Linggu continue as before...

The figure of the staggering uncle gradually became straight, and the white hair blown by the wind turned into black hair dyed with ink.

Yang Zhuo, who was standing beside me, just retracted his hands into his wide sleeves.

The uncle handed the flowers to her, and then took the soup in her hand. I saw his lips closed a few times before the entrance.

I don't know what my uncle said to her, but when he walked down the Naihe Bridge, I saw the tears in Meng Po's eyes pouring down on her face like a dike, and the goose-yellow petals blown by the wind followed her clothes. The skirt dances, and the blood-red flowers on the other side of the river seem to have come to an end.

There is a sense of sadness in my heart, it is the loss of being a spectator who cannot participate in it, it is the loneliness of being in the mist but no one has ever lit a fire beam for it, it is the mystery of a mystery that has been solved but cannot be found. The loss of the person in question...

I have never paid too much attention to who I will fall in love with in the future. For example, Dai Qi's actions are incomprehensible in my eyes, and the sincere memories of each one are exchanged with wine. Unbelievable.It seems that one has to go through such a stubborn and resolute infatuation in order to be complete in life. If you don’t care about the gains and losses and don’t ask for the ending, when you burst into flames, you can always burn spectacularly.

But her flame lasted for more than 1000 years, and my uncle's few words ignited the flame to the peak...