Immortal world boss fancy wife chasing

What is the purpose of doing all this?Chasing fame and fortune, using power to overwhelm others?Or just for a quick fix?Get rid of bad breath?

Born with a fairy body, it has its own cycle. Yin Wuxing didn't know that he was trying to get rid of his inner demons, but he felt bored and not very energetic.

He brought a jug of old wine, and wanted to find someone to drink with, and forget all the turmoil in his heart after getting drunk, but he couldn't find a suitable person after searching around.

There are nodding acquaintances around, and no one can drink together.

Yin Wuxing was so unhappy that he found a place on a cliff to drink alone against the moon. After drinking, he passed out drunk, and fell asleep because of Xi Tianwei's quilt.

The next day, a Sanxian passed by, and happened to see a familiar drunk man, he frowned slightly, made a fairy formula, and sent Yin Wuxing home directly.

Yin Wuxing suffered from headaches after a hangover, and he felt soft under his body in a daze. He opened his eyes strangely, and all he saw were familiar sets. what's going on.

Looking at Sanxian's desolate appearance, he vaguely remembered that this fairy friend was a cultivator who ascended to the upper realm a few days ago. He wanted to say thank you, but felt that it was too abrupt, so he could only put it on hold for a while, thinking that he would see him one day. After meeting, let's say thank you in a dignified manner.

Unexpectedly, Zensheng would not be able to wait, Yin Wuxing could only wander around, and accidentally wandered into the cave of a certain Sanxian, thinking of coming to wait for a rabbit, but happened to meet it and did not come.

Yin Wuxing inquired around, only to learn that this cave is just a decoration, Sanxian doesn't live here, he lives in the extreme east, planting flowers and weeds for Emperor Taihao.

Yin Wuxing wandered around with nothing to do, and when he reached the far east, he saw the garden was full of spring, and a hundred flowers were blooming. Beside the thatched hut, scattered immortals stood leaning over, using immortal techniques to water the flowers and plants.

Yin Wuxing frowned, feeling something was wrong.

The work of a gardener is not of much benefit, even if it is the work sent by Emperor Taihao, it is not appropriate to be sent to the world to serve the spring in the future.

But it's just a stranger who has met a few times, what qualifications do you have to judge the other party's work?

Yin Wuxing had a headache, so he "accidentally" broke a peony and came to apologize.

"There are flowers that need to be broken." Sanxian waved his hands indifferently, "You don't need to take too much care of Yangtao Xianjun, I am very busy here, so I won't entertain Xianjun."

"Thank you, Immortal Mo Yin," Yin Wuxing arched his hands, breathed out, and couldn't help mentioning the events of that day, "I don't know if the Immortal still remembers the good thing he did when he passed by the mountains and seas a few days ago ?”

Sanxian smiled slightly, but he misunderstood, he said: "You don't need to pay attention to Yangtao Immortal, I didn't look at it carefully, but just helped it casually, and didn't say much to others."

Yin Wuxing was taken aback, and wanted to say something more, but was politely invited out by Sanxian.

Did he misunderstand me?Yin Wuxing thought about it, feeling a little uncomfortable, he still wanted to thank him properly.

He ran to the extreme east every three days, and even set up a wasteland near Taihao's flower garden to plant carambola, just to create a legitimate reason to communicate.

There are too many carambolas, but he doesn't know how to fertilize and repel insects. He often asks Sanxian for advice, but Sanxian doesn't know much, so the two lean their heads together, reading and thinking together.

After going back and forth, I became acquainted and became friends.

It turns out that being friends is such an easy thing.

I can't even say thank you.

One day, he brought a pot to drunk the world of mortals, and drank with Sanxian, and both of them passed out after drinking. He had a strange dream, dreaming that Sanxian sat on his lap, and Sanxian Lingering kisses.

Yin Wuxing woke up suddenly.

He was apprehensive, looking at Sanxian's flawless face in confusion, and suddenly noticed the frown on the other side's face.

He was a little concerned, but also a little curious, but finally couldn't hold back, and lightly tapped Sanxian's eyebrows with his fingertips.

In the dreamland, there was a lush grassland, and a young man in a robe was sleeping on his back with a pillow, covering a large grassland, sleeping comfortably.

An eagle hovered in the air, and suddenly swooped down, pointing directly at the young man.

Yin Wuxing was startled, and wanted to stop him, but saw the young man's eyes were closed, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up, he couldn't help laughing: "Que'er, I knew you were here."

The eagle flipped slightly in mid-air, curled up its claws, sat softly on the boy's chest, and lightly brushed the boy's side face with its wings.

"Quiet, don't make trouble." The young man gently stroked the bird's head, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up, tilting his head, "Daddy called me."

The eagle flapped its wings lightly and landed on the boy's shoulder.

The young man was humming a song, walking on the road, carefree like a cloud in the sky.

Que'er's small head lightly rubbed against the side of the boy's face, expressing endless intimacy.

Yin Wuxing stood there quietly, and a tinge of admiration suddenly sprouted in his heart.

The dream was disordered, and the stars moved. He watched the young man and the eagle accompany each other for many years, sharing weal and woe, roaming the world, feeling very unhappy.

It's a pity that although the eagle has human nature, its spiritual bones are not good. In a hundred years, it only melted away the horizontal bone in its throat.

After seeing off Que'er for the last time, there was no sadness or joy on the young man's face.

I just silently collected the fallen feathers of the sparrows and made a string of jade tassels, which I wore by my side all year round.

The story came to an abrupt end, and Sanxian also woke up leisurely.

The eagle's feathers swayed with his movements, Yin Wuxing hesitated to speak, wanted to ask him about the jade tassels, but felt it was inappropriate, how did he know?

Mao rashly peeped into the dream of the other party, such an obscene behavior can't be said.

But in his heart he still wanted to know the story of the young man and the eagle. He wanted to hear Sanxian tell it in person, explain it in detail, and recollect it word by word.

Get along every day, friendship is irreversible.While chatting one day, he finally found a topic: "Immortal friend Mo Yin tends the garden here alone? It's really lonely, why don't you find someone to help you? Even if it's a mountain spirit."

Sanxian was silent for a long time, and said: "I used to have an eagle..."

He finally let go of his guard and opened his heart to him.

From then on, Yin Wuxing went to drink with him when he had nothing to do, listened to him talk about the worldly affairs, and listened to him miss the dead eagle.

There is a time when the story is exhausted, the mortal things are over, and there are still some things over and over again, Sanxian said less and less, and he is unwilling to say more.

He suddenly looked back, and found that Sanxian became more and more deserted, and he was no different from other immortals, as if his past memories had disappeared in the torrent of time.

Yin Wuxing felt a little lost and couldn't explain why.

One day, the tassels of jade on Sanxian's waist suddenly disappeared.

As if he had been struck by lightning, he was speechless.

Sanxian has become like other gods in the heaven, indifferent and indifferent, seeing all kinds of things in the world, and everything has nothing to do with him.

He couldn't tell how much he felt in his heart.

Instead, there is an extra crane in the garden, guarding the yard for Sanxian.

Yin Wuxing asked: "Your Hetong?"

Sanxian said lightly: "It's just a random collection."

Later, the crane took human form.

The string of feathers hanging around his neck looks very familiar.

Yin Wuxing was a little surprised, he counted with his fingers, his heart shook inexplicably.

It is so, it is so.

An inexplicable feeling gradually surged in his heart, and he became jealous for no reason, the former eagle, and the current crane.

Suddenly, a strong thought rose in his heart, and he couldn't stop it no matter what.

He wants him.

With this shameful selfish desire in mind, he found him a good job and gave him a strange name.

Fu Yi, Fu Yi.I want you to put your wings down and stay by my side.

He still often finds him for a drink, but he has changed from a listener to a confidant, and he starts to talk about the interesting things he has seen in the world, one by one, in detail.

Seeing him showing a clear and shallow smile, he couldn't help being a little excited and a little disappointed.

He also wants to be his bird, to be by his side.

Accompanied by him forever.