It's not good to be a priest of heaven

Heaven, Beidou Tiangong.

Stepping into the Beidou Tiangong again, Liyang only feels that the past is like a big dream.

He looked around. For thousands of years, Beidou Tiangong has not changed at all. This style is low-key luxury with connotation and majestic grandeur at best, but dull and old-fashioned at worst.

Thinking back to the past, he always felt that this place was too dull, and everything was not pleasing to the eye, and he wished to tear down the entire Beidou Tiangong and rebuild it, but now looking at the scene in front of him, he feels that everything here is good, and the old things and people are still the same. The appearance, there is an inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

Chu Ci: "Take it."

Liyang retracted his scattered thoughts, looked up at Chu Ci who was three steps away from him, and his eyes fell on his hands from his unparalleled and beautiful face.

I saw that he was holding a dark golden weapon in his hand. Both ends of the weapon were tapered, and the grip in the middle was engraved with the intricate patterns of the four great beasts. The whole weapon looked gorgeous and dangerous.

Liyang was overjoyed when he saw it, he was very familiar with this thing, it was the weapon he carried with him when he was in the heaven - Chunjun.

He took Chunjun from Chu Ci, and Chunjun seemed to be able to sense the breath of his master, and his whole body was shrouded in a layer of golden light, only to see that the light shone for a while and then slowly returned to calm, lying obediently in Liyang hand.

Liyang raised his eyebrows slightly, and raised the corners of his mouth. He turned the Chunjun in his hand into the size of a brush, and skillfully turned it around on his fingertips. He said with a smile, "I thought I couldn't find it, but I didn't expect you to help me." Keep it, thank you."

After finishing speaking, he habitually put Chun Jun on his waist, but he was stunned. In the past, he would always wear a Qiankun bell around his waist, which was specially used to store personal weapons. Now that he was dressed differently, he was stunned for a while. Did not respond.

Liyang looked at Chun Jun who was slender like a hairpin in his hand, and casually inserted it into the bun tied on his head, um, it could be put on the head as well.

After solving Chunjun's placement problem, he was about to open his mouth to chat with old people, but he heard Chu Ci look at him and suddenly said, "Don't move."

Liyang stood in the same place without knowing why and looked at the high-mountain flower suspiciously, but saw Chu Ci standing in front of him with long legs, his voice was as deep and melodious as the gurgling water of a deep pool, "It's crooked, here you go just."

Li Yang lowered his head slightly, looked at the silver French seal pattern on the tightly folded white clothes on Chu Ci's chest, and said with a smile, "Before, you wouldn't take the initiative to straighten my clothes like this, not only wouldn't you, but you might as well." He would recite a sentence of reckless waste, and actually treat the divine weapon as a hairpin."

Chu Ci's eyes flickered slightly, but he still calmly pulled out the artifact that was used as a hairpin from his hair, and put it back on him properly, then stepped back three steps, turned sideways, and said in a cold voice, " It’s just that I don’t want to see someone dressed improperly in front of me.”

Liyang shook his head and laughed, "It's been 1000 years, why do you still look so square and dull. But, coincidentally, when I was in the mortal world, I also met a person who was as old-fashioned and dull as you. "

With a calm expression, Chu Ci sat down on the futon at the top of the main hall.Sitting in a standard upright posture, the whole body exudes an indifferent and alienated atmosphere of "not interested".

He took out a copy from the high stack of official documents on the table, opened it, took a pen to leave a comment on it, and replied nonchalantly, "Really."

Li Yang sat cross-legged at the low table, turned his head slightly, and scratched his cheeks with his fingers, "Well, thank you very much today, I will try to pay you back the incense owed. But let's talk about it first , for an indefinite period."

Chu Ci continued to look at the document, obviously not responding to him.

Liyang saw that he was focused and didn't bother him too much, but he was stunned when his eyes flicked past the document, the handwriting——

Very similar, too similar, is it a coincidence...

He tentatively asked, "Have you ever been to the mortal world in all these years?"

Chu Ci said without squinting: "Never."

Liyang took the document he had annotated from the side, carefully read it again and again, "Your handwriting is very similar to someone I know."

Chu Ci took out the document from his hand, "The handwriting is similar, if necessary, I can write a hundred different handwriting."

Li Yang raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Since that's the case, when I was punished by the master to copy the "Qing Xin Sutra" a hundred times, you lied to me with the excuse that your handwriting is different and you can't help each other?"

Chu Ci was obviously taken aback when he heard the words, the brush in his hand smeared a piece of ink on the paper, and his voice was deep and deep, "Do you still remember..."

Liyang saw that he looked reminiscent, and turned his head uncomfortably. It has been thousands of years, and they had parted ways before, so it would be embarrassing to bring up the old things now.

Mistake made a mistake, Liyang felt that he must have had a brain twitch.

Chu Ci put down the brush, looked up at him and said, "What are your plans for the future?"

Intend?Does it count if you work hard to earn incense and pay off debts in your lifetime?

Right now, though, he has one more concern.

Liyang was sitting upright, with a straight face, and there were dots of hope in his eyes. He clasped his hands tightly on his knees, and his palms were sweating because of extreme tension. "After my death, the Qilin family... but there are still people alive." ...?"

Chu Ci flicked his sleeves, sat opposite him, and looked at him quietly.

Li Yang felt that he had been waiting for this answer for a long time, even though it was only a few seconds, he felt that it was as long as several lifetimes, until he was gradually disheartened and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"They're all alive."

Li Yang suddenly raised his head, Chu Ci's words undoubtedly dragged him out of the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers. His eyes were red, and he suddenly laughed foolishly. Laughing very sadly.

Alive, they are all alive.

Great.

After his uprising failed back then, his relatives were destined to be implicated by his uprising. Originally, they thought they would be killed by the Heavenly Emperor at that time, but unexpectedly, they were lucky enough to survive...

Seeing him crying and laughing, Chu Ci didn't look like a celestial celestial being, but a lunatic Taoist priest in the human world. He got up, walked around the low table, bent down and knelt, reached out and took Liyang's hand, and pulled him up.

The tears in the corners of Liyang's eyes hadn't been wiped away, and he suddenly pulled him to stand up, and couldn't help but choked up and asked, "What are you doing?"

Chu Ci pulled him and walked out, "Take you to a place you want to go."

Liyang followed behind him. In today's heaven, familiar faces are replaced by new ones, old hatreds are replaced by new hatreds, and even the buildings have been renovated several times. Now, to him, this place is a strange existence. Where else would he want to go.