Damn that heartthrob

The ink flowed down the white paper and slowly came under the white boots.The thick black water is like a mirror. Although it can reflect the shadow above, it can't reflect what people think.

There are no books in the study.

Qu Qingchi stood in a blank room full of papers, the eye in his hand paused for a moment, and after thinking for a while, he stroked forward, splitting the layers of white paper blocking the front.

He walked forward step by step, and finally stopped in front of a familiar door, looked up at the door in front of him, and there seemed to be laughter echoing in his ears.

Someone in my memory is saying——

"Shall we do this?"

"Hey! You don't even think about it. Are we supposed to do good things?"

"That is, good things are done for good people, we are bad people, it doesn't matter if bad people do bad things."

"Is that okay for you to say so?"

"All right, all right, let me go first."

"It's not good, the old and the young are in order, Xu Ze should come first."

"But Xu Ze fell asleep!"

"Then Bao Shuang will write it for you."

"Jin Yu said he wouldn't write."

"He's embarrassed, Su He will write for him."

"Nichihashi, your name is too big!"

"Sandalfish, why do you still draw a flagon after your name?"

"Long night, blacking out doesn't count as writing your own name."

"Yuange Yueshui asked you to write your names on the door, not to write on each other's faces. Tsk...why are you still fighting! Who will stop me!"

"what!"

"Xuozawa woke up."

The voice was noisy and endless, slowly hitting the heart of the nostalgic person.

The door in front of it is depicted with graceful and luxurious peonies. The flowers blooming on the vermilion door are in various poses, either soft or luxurious and elegant. You can see the intention of portraying people from every petal.It's just that I don't know who wrote it, but there are 27 names written on a good door.These names are not from the same hand, some are sharp, some are thin and elegant, some are carved on peony flowers, some are written on the door frame, with a few strokes, extremely casual.

"Do you think these people are annoying!"

Chen Sheng in the book is drowsy, while Phoenix outside the book is emotional.

"I went to the East China Sea, and finally found the sacred wood of the incense altar! It took many years of hard work to create a peony gate. It is regarded as a treasure and I am reluctant to touch it! Although the gate is set in the main hall, because of love, The side doors are used to enter and exit the hall, and the main door is only for viewing! But these guys are so good, they even engraved their names on my door while I was drunk!"

"The most irritating thing is that they knew that Jin Yu was too embarrassed to do it, so they even helped him write it! It was Hua Nian who wrote the name, do you know?" Fenghuang suddenly choked up when he said this: "The word "Wan Nian" is like a dog. It seems to be crawling, and there is no beauty at all, and I feel really uncomfortable when I look at it!"

"A good door, suddenly there are 26 more names, no one will be angry! At that time, I was so angry that I scolded them. In fact, I wanted to beat them up, but this group of people ran fast. And I have always paid attention to manners, so naturally I don't want to lose my manners like them. Therefore... I can't always run away from them, and I can only secretly hate, watching this group of troublemakers go farther and farther, coming and going like the wind."

At the end of Fenghuang's speech, his speech speed suddenly slowed down.He always complained to Chen Sheng again, saying this was bad and that was wrong, but in the end no matter how angry he was, he was still talking about those people.

He always seems to be nostalgic, or maybe he is still living in the past.What he said didn't seem like it happened for a long time, it seemed like it was just yesterday.Those vivid pictures appeared through his mouth, which sounded like complaints, but in fact, he just couldn't let it go.

He just missed them.

In other words, thinking about the lively times in the past.

Chen Sheng raised his head and looked into the distance. At this moment, the phoenix did not appear in the blue sky, and the surroundings maintained an illusion of peace, while the phoenix covered his past with a thin layer of paper.

The group ran fast, so he was the one left behind, he said.

And the ones left behind are always the saddest.

After thinking about this, Chen Sheng felt a little sad for him.

He remembered it too clearly, Yue Shi always read it, so he didn't forget all the past.

After some time passed, Chen Sheng's thoughts gradually became clear.Fenghuang on the side hadn't finished talking about his past, but Chen Sheng realized that he couldn't delay here any longer.

He came here because he must have something important to do.

The tip of the Zhanmu sword, which was shining with cold light, pointed to the ground, and the clean nails slashed across the wooden door, and finally stopped on the name with elegant strokes.

Different from the surrounding characters, this character is written grandly and placed in the center. Before writing, several other places were considered, and it was not overly ostentatious.

The simple two words appeared in Qu Qingchi's black eyes, as if throwing a stone to the calm lake.Ripples stirred the heartstrings, composing an unsettled lament, which easily disrupted the original plan.

Qu Qingchi stood in front of the door for a long time, like a stone statue without a soul, standing on the side of the sky and sea, leaning against the past alone.

"What's wrong with you?" The black shadow swam past him, asking him who was standing in front of the door: "Why didn't you move?"

Qu Qingchi did not answer.

The black shadow turned around impatiently, looked at the door together with Qu Qingchi, and said impatiently: "Didn't you say that you brought me to swallow the phoenix? Why don't you leave?" It circled around that door without moving. People, like children who want to eat candy, quarreled one after another, arguing endlessly.

There was light in the black eyes, and the unknown emotions inside gradually invaded the reason.Qu Qingchi clenched his long sword tightly, as if he was looking for the strength to move forward from his eyes, the expression on his face remained unchanged, but his eyes were as cold as frost.

"What's the matter with you? Why don't you speak?" Heiying couldn't get an answer from him. He was full of doubts at the beginning, and finally became furious.It felt that Qu Qingchi was lying to it, and it, which valued promises the most, couldn't bear the other party's dishonesty.

The breath became dangerous, and there was no answer. The black shadow suddenly flew out from the ground. The black ink piled up like a mountain, bringing oppressive terror and pressure, and asked Qu Qingchi with a mouth full of sharp teeth. : "Are you lying to me?" Like a child, it stubbornly asked Qu Qingchi to fulfill his promise, and threatened Qu Qingchi: "You should know that once the promise is made, you must never go back on it! If If you don't count your words, then I won't take you into the Heavenly Palace, and you won't be able to drive me!"

It was threatening Qu Qingchi, and Qu Qingchi never liked being threatened.

The cold light in the eyes protruded, and the big hands with well-defined bones clenched the eyes, and the fingertips were so hard that they turned white.

Qu Qingchi raised his head, stared at the black figure in front of him for a long time, and finally thought of something, he let go of his eyes, and when he turned around, his tone returned to normal: "Let's go."

Heiying was happy when he heard the words, and immediately forgot the previous unhappiness. He never pretended to be happy or unhappy, which made it easy for him to see what was in his heart.

After making up their minds, they passed the wooden door. The black shadow looked back while talking. The peony and characters on the door seemed familiar. It looks like the Peony Yingyue Gate you mentioned, is this the divine wooden gate?" It swam over curiously, counted towards the gate, then shook its head, regretfully said: "It seems not, I remember You said there were 26 names on that door, but there are 27 on this one."

After a pause, Qu Qingchi closed his eyes.

"Phoenix."

After a while, he shouted to the front: "Open the door."

******

"You said... this painting is about demons? Then you and I are both demons?"

Chen Sheng picked up the pen that fell in the scroll, and handed it up with difficulty: "Why did you become a demon?"

Phoenix stretched out his hand to remove the pen in the painting, and said while writing a book: "I didn't become a demon, but I died in the battle of Tianzun. After death, I was reincarnated and still remembered the past, and felt that it was too heavy to carry the past. , just increased troubles. So for the convenience of escaping, I divided myself into two, into a him who knew nothing, and a me who kept the past. After many years, he died and reincarnated. I felt bored and passed by by chance. In Xianzhou, I happened to see Taomu Xiaoer practicing a magic weapon, so I thought, if I practiced myself into a magic weapon like Riqiao, would I not be here anymore?"

"Because I was curious about this, I jumped into Taomu Xiaoer's painting. I didn't expect that after Lianwu's death, there was still a trace of soul left, and I was trapped in this painting."

He babbled on and on with Chen Sheng, and Chen Sheng only felt more and more headache when he heard it.It was as if someone had planted a seed in his mind. After being cared for over time, the seed had now pushed through the soil layer and grown up little by little.

Chen Sheng could probably guess the reason why Phoenix still had a trace of soul after his death.Fenghuang is afraid that he has obsessions in his heart, so he refuses to die, but because of the headache right now, he can't summon up the energy to talk about it.

And Fenghuang seemed to realize that Chen Sheng would think of this, the two of them fell into silence until the sound of holding the phoenix sounded, and the oppressive atmosphere was finally broken.

It seemed to hear the sound of flapping wings.

The sound of holding the phoenix seemed to come from the wind, but it was just a fleeting and lonely firework.

After several centuries, the man sitting among the white papers with a book in his hand turned his head and saw a familiar figure in the world of flying white papers.

The other party was tall and straight, standing silently not far away, almost the same as the figure in memory.

The paper floating in the air stopped at this moment, and the Phoenix named Zhifeng stood up, staring at Qu Qingchi's figure and slowly opened his mouth——

Chen Sheng fell asleep.

He waited for Fenghuang for a long time but didn't hear Fenghuang's words, so he closed his eyes while waiting unconsciously.

Chen Sheng had a dream.

In the dream, he was dressed in gold, walking in a palace with high ceilings, surrounded by palm-sized pearls for brightening.A few figures appeared in front of them, they pulled each other, and seemed to be involved in a dispute.

Someone was shouting: "I don't agree with Xu Ze's approach! The queen mother has become the pillar of Haizhou, but he wants to destroy Yuandao and rewrite the way of heaven. Doesn't this mean that the father, monarch and mother queen died in vain!"

Someone said: "But I think what Xu Ze said is reasonable. If things go on like this, once the way of heaven collapses, we will all be unable to escape death."

Someone retorted: "I think we should follow the order of life and death of all things, and only need to be responsible for the operation, why don't we need to worry about other things."

There are people who say anything in front of you.They quarreled for a few words, but neither could convince the other. Finally, they both looked at the older man and asked the calm and elegant man.

"Zhifeng, what do you think?"

The one named Zhifeng has a pair of beautiful red eyes and long pale golden hair.His eyebrows and eyelashes are the same color as his hair, with three red phoenix tail crowns on his head, and a bean-sized red spot on each cheek, which is so beautiful that it is almost unreal. He is like a peony under the sun, graceful and luxurious, with elegant temperament .