Heard that I'm a boss in the heavens?

It was raining heavily outside.

Shen Xianyi didn't go anywhere all night, just stood downstairs at Yunmengyan's.

He stared stupidly at the light on the second floor. The light flickered, and after an unknown amount of time, it finally went out.

The fire in Shen Xianyi's heart was also extinguished along with the light, and it never burned again.

He didn't have the face to go back to the teacher's school, and he didn't want to have any communication or contact with anyone, and started wandering around by himself.

One day, after going around for a while, he returned to the vicinity of Chang'an City, and suddenly found a phoenix flying in the nine heavens.Lingfeng is an extremely rare auspicious beast, which can only appear in places where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers.

He happened to be looking for a place with plenty of aura to practice, so he followed Lingfeng.Phoenix flew for a while and came to a place outside Chang'an City.

Shen Xianyi took a look, and found that this place is indeed very good, with mountains outside and valleys inside, the aura is like being contained in a cornucopia, and even the trees inside are extraordinarily tall, tall, and lush.

The phoenix chirped and landed on a towering tree full of spiritual energy. After combing the colorful feathers, it began to sing loudly, which immediately attracted all the birds in the forest to worship.

Shen Xianyi's heart moved, and he decided to settle here.He fetched the spirit stone, wrote the three big characters "Feng Qilin" on it, and gave himself a Taoist name "Jinghong Taoist".

Daoist Jinghong wrote his past experiences on the back of the spirit stone, and arranged formations and mazes around the spirit stone. Those who are destined to step on the formation can enter the valley to tell the story.

During his long career of 150 years, there were only a few people who could break into the valley, and he treated them with courtesy, taught them extremely useful spells and art of war, and became well-known legends in the world.

Therefore, the story of Qianmo Valley in Fengqi Forest spread throughout the world. According to legend, as long as the person who finds Fengqi Forest and successfully gets through the second level mechanism to enter Qianmo Valley, he will be rich and even inherit the country.

His story was exaggerated by those people, especially after he became an immortal, it became an eternal story in Chang'an City.

But now, he, Shen Xianyi, and Zhengde Xingjun, one of the eternal legends in the heaven and earth, are standing behind the spirit stone in Fengqi Forest.

"...Stop reading it!"

The words on the back of this spirit stone were engraved by Shen Xianyi more than 100 years ago. At that time, when he was in the second grade, it was like "What is the whole world, I don't care about it!" Let you cry at my feet!" Shen Xianyi couldn't believe that he wrote things like this now.

Yan Xizhen went to this station, and helped him recall each word one by one, Shen Xianyi wished he could slap the stone into pieces.

"Stop reading it, I beg you, Great God, Great God, great God...don't read it, okay? Huh?"

If kneeling was useful, Shen Xianyi would have knelt down for him long ago.It's a pity that Yan Xizhen was completely unmoved, and even pointed out several grammatical mistakes to him after reading.

Now Shen Xianyi wanted to smash the stone into pieces with a slap.

Yan Xi really didn't have time to pay attention to his expression, he was attracted by the formation formed by Shen Xianyi more than 100 years ago.

This formation is actually very delicate, even in the sky, it is one of the best.

Like the innate gossip that everyone can't ask for, those were all pieced together by him and someone when they were bored, and it was like a thing to him.But the formation in front of him really surprised him.

With his strength, he could have flattened these formations directly, and entering them was as easy as picking something out of a pocket.But he became interested, stopped Shen Xianyi's pointing, and walked in from the formation step by step.

Shen Xianyi followed behind him, thinking left, left, right...

But he soon discovered that he didn't need to be nervous at all. Yan Xizhen's familiarity with this thing seemed to be more precise than him, and his pace was so fast that he could hardly keep up.

The two of them walked in without even having time to make a cup of tea, and stood in front of the second-level mechanism that Shen Xian moved.

In front of the stone formation is a stone formation, and behind the stone formation there are poisonous formations, spear formations, water formations, sand formations, arrow formations, swamps, and knife formations.

This is the proud work of Shen Xianyi's life, like a feat specially used to show off, he expects Yan Xizhen to untie it, but he doesn't want him to untie it too soon.

Yan Xizhen stood in front of the formation for quite a while, Shen Xianyi thought that he was going to ask for help, but he suddenly whispered to himself: "It's like him..."

"he?"

Immortal cultivators have extremely sensitive five senses, Shen Xianyi heard this sentence very clearly, and finally he was a little curious about this person that Yan Xizhen would suddenly mention from time to time.

"Who is he? What does he look like? Is it a god or a fairy? No? That's a god's envoy? No matter how bad...the immortal is always enough, right?"

Yan Xizhen glanced at him: "None."

Shen Xianyi asked curiously: "Who the hell is that? He was alive before Emperor Wa created man... Could it be that he is one of the innate gods like you?"

Yan Xizhen was silent for a long time, Shen Xianyi thought that he would not answer anymore, but he suddenly said softly: "Xuanyue Xingjun."

"Xuanyue Xingjun?"

Shen Xianyi counted back and forth, and said: "That's not right, there are only four Xingjun, besides Zhengde Xingjun, there are Zhuri Xingjun, Fengqian Xingjun, and Zewu Xingjun, this Xuanyue Xingjun... ...from where?"

When Shen Xianyi asked this, the moonlight suddenly dimmed, as if he was afraid of something and hid in the clouds.There was a biting wind blowing, it was obviously summer, but it suddenly made people feel cold all over for no reason.

Without the clear moonlight, only the holy light of Yan Xizhen remained on the ground.For some reason, the originally warm color made people feel lonely, lonely, and pitiful at this time.

He didn't say anything more, he stretched his long legs and stepped into the formation, Shen Xianyi had no choice but to follow.

He wanted to ask more about Xuanyue Xingjun, and seeing Zhengde Xingjun's face, he finally gave up.

The two walked to the gate of Qianmo Valley in silence.

The gate of Qianmo Valley was built by Shen Xianyi according to his ideal style, which kind of means to live in seclusion and return to the countryside.

He only used a thatched gate at the gate, surrounded by a simple fence. From the outside, it looks like an ordinary farmhouse, but inside is lush forests and bamboos, which is unique.

Yan Xizhen stood at the door and said, "I've seen this before."

Shen Xianyi heard the words and said: "Mr. Xing has been here?"

Yan Xizhen said: "No, I saw it in the scroll."

Shen Xianyi froze for a moment, then followed.These days, he has almost forgotten that Zhengde Xingjun is the righteous god who is in charge of the fortunes of emperors, generals, talents and beautiful women in the world. He can look at whose past he wants to look at, looking forward or backward , Standing to watch, lying down to watch, whatever you want to look at, you can look at it.

Thinking of this, Shen Xianyi felt a little embarrassed.Could it be that he has really seen the stupid things he did?

The two walked through the bamboo forest, and what appeared before them was a green artificial lake.

I think back when Shen Xianyi built this artificial lake, his skill was still far behind. He dug it out by himself with a tool and a hoe, as if venting.

Yan Xizhen sat down among the white stone gazebos on the lake, picked up the chess pieces on the table that had not been moved for a long time, and asked Shen Xian, "Would you like a game?"

Shen Xianyi is a chess idiot, so he will come naturally.

So Shen Xianyi held the black first, and the two fought back and forth.

The night wind blew gently and lifted the hem of their clothes, and Shen Xianyi suddenly felt a kind of peace that he had never experienced before, which was what he had been pursuing all along.He didn't expect that one day, here, in the gazebo he built, which he was so familiar with, he would find such a feeling he had never had before.

Maybe it's just because the person sitting opposite is different...

Shen Xianyi once made many movable puppets in the valley.

He instilled these puppets into Shen Xianyi's own thoughts. They could cry, laugh, move, and even work in the fields.

He also specially made a puppet to play chess with him, but Shen Xianyi always felt uncomfortable when the puppet changed from generation to generation.

Fight each other with your own thinking, no matter what you win.He always thought that one day, there would be a person who would have a fight with him in this gazebo, regardless of whether the opponent lost his helmet or armor, or he returned in a big defeat, after the kill, he could still relax Make a pot of good tea and comment on each other's performance just now.

This wish was not fulfilled until Shen Xianyi was ordered to ascend.

But today, I don't know what kind of virtues I have accumulated, but I have realized the long-cherished wish of more than 100 years.

If it doesn't happen, he feels that Xue Ying has become a ghost because of his resentment, and he is about to become a ghost because of his resentment.

Shen Xianyi was thinking wildly in his mind, and his hands were lost, and he was soon forced by Yan Xizhen to give up his son and surrender.

Yan Xizhen took a look at him, flicked his hand on the table, and the chess pieces obediently divided into two camps, and jumped back into their own chess jar.

"What are you thinking?" Yan Xizhen asked.

Shen Xianyi smirked twice, and said: "I was thinking, I have been away for so many years, are my puppets still there, and are they rotten?"

Yan Xizhen said, "A puppet?"

Seeing that he was interested, Shen Xian stood up and said to him, "Come with me."

He took Yan Xizhen to the warehouse, where his precious puppets were piled up, which he hurriedly piled into it when the catastrophe was approaching.

Yan Xizhen picked up one casually, looked at it, and said, "Why don't you paint their faces?"

Shen Xianyi said: "I'm face blind, I can't draw."

Yan Xi really thought about it, and said, "It's fine if you don't have one. Don't listen, don't look, and don't lie."

Shen Xianyi smiled and said: "I didn't think so much, I'm just lazy."

Yan Xizhen squeezed a trick with his hands and summoned something.Shen Xianyi looked at it: "This is Emperor Wa's...?"

Yan Xizhen nodded.

Shen Xianyi grabbed him and said: "No, no, these things are not worth using this kind of artifact."

Yan Xizhen said: "It's nothing worth it, it depends on whether you want it or not." After finishing speaking, he blew on Wa Huang's willow whistle, and a burst of vitality blew towards them, and those puppets came to life again, even more beautiful than before. Be sensitive.

Shen Xianyi said: "So, I really want to thank Lord Xing for them. You guys, why don't you thank Lord Xing quickly?"

Zhengde Xingjun blew them with Nuwa's willow whistle and his own fairy energy, which is equivalent to giving them real life. Since then, they have independent personalities and thoughts, and they are no longer the same dead things as before.

These wooden men all stood up one after another, and made a great gift in the world to Zhengde Xingjun.

Yan Xi really accepted the gift safely, and said to Shen Xian: "Master Shen Xian is very polite."

The author has something to say:

This article has finally reached 3w words, and another article has entered V, and I have to catch up with the manuscript there tomorrow, so I will take a day off here (of course, it is also possible that the progress is rapid and then come back. In short, little angel Guys, if you miss me, leave me a message~ It’s easy to feel boundless if you don’t leave a message just by reading it, okay!)

"Unity and Love" Small Theater:

Yan Xizhen: Your home is pretty good, no wonder you clamor to come back every day.

Shen Xianyi: That's natural. No matter how many people want to get in, they can't get in.

Yan Xizhen: So what you said earlier about picking flowers, planting fields, and raising donkeys, is this here?

Shen Xianyi: That's right!

Yan Xizhen: I saw the flowers, and I saw the land. Where is the donkey?

Du Qianqian: Mr. Donkey, Mr. Xing is looking for you!

Little gray donkey (a stubborn donkey who won't give face to anyone except the young master): Humph!