The bright moon sits on the ground

Before leaving, Xu Lang asked Sanqing which gods were invited to the banquet.

"The Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West are unable to get away these days, so they can't take this opportunity to meet you."

Xu Lang heaved a sigh of relief. He was glad that these two gods who symbolized heaven didn't have much time to deal with him. Otherwise, he really didn't know how to face them. Although he wanted to see these two gods with his own eyes, However, for the sake of his safety, and for the plans of Bai Xuan and Liang Kunwu not to be exposed, he decided to suppress his curiosity.

"Although they won't come, His Highness the Ninth Prince has been in a bad mood recently. He just heard that there is a banquet, so he wanted to come to relax."

Your Highness Nine.Xu Lang's mind was spinning slowly,? He remembered that it was called "Xuanxiu". Bai Xuan had told him about it before.

"The Sun God travels to Penglai. The Moon Attendant never likes to go out at this time of year. He doesn't want to come unless necessary."

Xu Lang felt melancholy for a moment. Wuzheng and Liu Nanci, one was busy, the other was hibernating, and he was one of the few gods who could be called "friends". As for the other gods, although he looked familiar, , can also call out the name,? But always feel stiff.

As for Bai Xuan, and Liang Kunwu, the two of them naturally wouldn't follow. Sanqing said last time that he came here specially to invite Xu Lang. It would be strange if the two gods insisted on following, after all Xu Lang is not a child who can't even go out.

"However, Pojun Xingjun and some of his generals will come." Sanqing continued, "Have you seen them before?"

The gods in the sky are too busy this day, and they hold banquets every now and then.Xu Lang frowned and thought, he really wanted to avoid this star-breaking star. Wuzheng had just mentioned it to him a while ago, saying that this fairy is a piece of ice that can make his teeth sting when bitten into his mouth. ——This description is really strange. In short, Wuzheng talked about it for a long time, probably to tell Xu Lang not to touch him.

If you have a good friend, he will tell you one day that he has a good conversation with your enemy, no one will be happy, Wuzheng has never dealt with Pojun Xingjun, so she Xu Lang half-believed what he said, but he still listened to it.

Regardless of the considerations, Xu Lang wanted to avoid this domineering Xingjun.

He chewed the common saying "you can hide past the first day of junior high school, but you can't hide from the fifteenth day" between his lips and teeth, comforting himself, anyway, he can't escape this time, no matter how unwilling he is, he can only accept it. Otherwise, what else can we do?

"I've never seen it before." Xu Lang answered honestly, and then asked, "Does Sanqing Xianjun think they are easy to get along with?"

"I think it's not easy for me to judge others at will." Sanqing bypassed the topic calmly, and just said, "However, as far as I know, Pojun Xingjun is an extremely protective personality. Those star monarchs have a harmonious relationship, and there are few differences."

Xu Lang nodded, and didn't ask any more ignorant questions.

The heavenly palace is vast, but to the gods, a thousand miles is but a moment.

He lit a talisman, endured the feeling of dizziness, and waited until the crystal hanging on his chest exuded a slight coolness, and the discomfort faded a lot, Xu Lang thought, although he did not directly realize that the crystal was covering his breath. However, at least it did help him a lot of times. Every time he thinks about this, Xu Lang feels sorry for Chu Lang in his heart.

After all, he lived in Langfeng Cen with the things that Chu Lang used to live in, and he lived in the place where Chu Lang used to live. It was completely a dove occupying the magpie's nest. Anyone with the slightest bit of conscience would probably have such a thing. An inexplicable guilt.

Bai Xuan and Xu Lang said that after the death of a god, it will turn into a shower on a sunny day in the world, or it will turn into those endless green hills, or it will turn into a river that is sometimes rushing and sometimes gurgling. Will wait in silence for the end of everything.

After a mortal dies, he dies, reincarnated, and forgets all the memories of his previous life.

But the gods will stand forever in the long river of time, how lonely it must be.

If it was Chu Lang, Xu Lang speculated that she would probably turn into a lush mountain.

While he was thinking wildly, Sanqing folded his wings like a cloud hanging from the sky, and landed on the island lightly. There are clouds and mist churning, like the ebb and flow of sea water, and the water splashes condense into thousands of galloping horses, stepping on their hooves, but making almost no sound.

Xu Lang hurriedly ordered the talisman between his fingers to scatter with the wind, and his figure fell slowly, landing on the island.

He saw the pair of wings fluttering, the tips of the feathers swayed gently, gathered at Sanqing's back, and the light flowed away. The feathers glowing with light blue light looked soft and smooth, especially the fluff at the base of the wings. It was fluffy again, Xu Lang resisted the thought of touching it, and turned his hands away. After Sanqing finally put away his disturbing wings, he secretly heaved a sigh of relief.

Xu Lang admits that he is indeed partial. To be honest, most mortals have preferences. They like small fluffy animals, such as cats, dogs, or birds, and don't like slippery and cold animals. , such as snakes, such as scorpions, maybe some people like the latter, but Xu Lang can say with certainty that he is definitely not one of them, and he may not be able to understand it in his life.

When he saw Liu Nanci's real body, he just wanted to run away, and when he saw Sanqing's wings, he just wanted to grab them. That's the difference.

As for the fox, Xu Lang thought to himself, he still didn't dare to have such small thoughts.

Sanqing was unaware of the strange gaze behind him, he swept his gaze slightly, and soon saw a figure not far away.

"Immortal Lord Langfeng, let me introduce you." Immortal Sanqing turned sideways and said softly, "That one is His Highness Ninth Prince."

Xu Lang obediently took a step forward, carefully observing the Xuanxiu Immortal Lord whom he had heard from countless immortals.He was dressed in moon-white clothes, his long hair was neatly tied behind his head, fixed with a hairpin decorated with complicated patterns, a few strands of long hair hung from his temples, slipped in along the slightly open front of his clothes, and a few strands were hung on the His shoulders rubbed slightly as he scooped up water.

On his chest, fastened by a rope buckle, hangs a square mirror of medium size. The edge of the mirror is inlaid with a circle of silver frame, which is wide and thick at the top and bottom, and thin at the left and right. , the lower pattern is clustered with brocade flowers, birds and animals, and there are rivers, lakes and seas, mountains and mountains, and the four corners protrude inward from the four directions. It is not difficult to see that the patterns on it correspond to the four gods and beasts.

In that mirror, at first there was a non-glare white light reflected, and after a while, the dots of white light dissipated, revealing a majestic mountain peak shrouded in clouds and smoke, which then split apart and turned into a few cranes, moving toward the protruding It flew towards the four corners and gradually dissipated.

Xu Lang had heard the legend that Xuanxiu, the ninth son of the Queen Mother of the West, came quietly, flew on white cranes, and built altars in the mountains.

And this square mirror is probably the "Four Directions to Open the Sky Mirror" that Emperor Donghua expended his painstaking efforts to refine for His Ninth Prince.

Immortal Xuanxiu withdrew his hand that fiddled with the running water, looked sideways at Sanqing and Xu Lang, and suddenly smiled, there was still an inexplicable anguish in his brows, which seemed nothing at this moment, Xu Lang remembers the first spring The branches and leaves stained with the morning mist in this season, when the sky breaks, there will be shimmering waves, gentle and tactful, this is probably the most appropriate way to describe the smile on his lips.

San Qing closed his eyes, saluted respectfully, and was about to call him "His Royal Highness Nine", but before the word "Nine" came out, he felt a blockage in his throat, and he couldn't even utter half a word. He immediately understood that this was Xuan Xiu The playful mind is at work, using tricks.

His Highness Ninth Prince stood up with a flick of his sleeves, with a calm and upright manner, walked slowly in front of Xu Lang, and asked, "Is Your Excellency the Immortal Langfeng?"

Xu Lang saluted, and replied: "My name is Xu Lang. I have never paid homage to His Highness the Ninth Prince before, and it is really rude."

The Immortal Sanqing next to him didn't speak for a long time, Xu Lang felt strange, but this Highness was standing in front of him, if he wanted to secretly glance at Sanqing, he would definitely be caught on the spot, even if Xuanxiu was easy to get along with, in case Once caught, it will be troublesome.

Xuanxiu looked calmly at Xu Lang, and quickly looked away, which didn't make him feel uncomfortable. I don't know if it was Xu Lang's illusion, but he always felt that Xuanxiu's eyes suddenly had a little more interest, and he didn't wait for him to think about it. , Xuanxiu opened her mouth leisurely.

"Is the Immortal Xuanpu so worried about the Immortal Langfeng that he actually printed his real name on your shoulder?" He smiled and said, "Although it is a bit impolite to say so, I always thought that no immortal would be willing to be here Someone else's name is printed on their body."

Xu Lang realized that the "real name" he mentioned was the strange pattern that Bai Xuan had left on his shoulder.At first, he was thinking about how His Highness the Ninth Prince saw it, and then he wondered if this remark teased him and Bai Xuan, and finally he felt bitter in his heart, and wanted to say something, it was not a question of whether he was willing or not , if possible, he doesn't want to keep this thing.

He touched the tip of his nose, followed Xuanxiu and smiled bluntly, but did not answer his question.

However, Xuanxiu didn't seem to intend to know anything from Xu Lang's mouth, his eyes moved slightly, and he looked behind Xu Lang.

Xu Lang turned his head following His Highness Ninth Prince's line of sight, and saw a general in armor with his arms crossed over his chest. He had been standing behind him for an unknown how long, and he was very close. As soon as he turned his head, he almost bumped into the animal face on the fairy's chest. On, almost died.

He hastily stepped back a few steps, opened the distance, and only then could he see the immortal in front of him clearly.

This general, with a face like a crown of jade, eyes like bright stars, and as bright as cold pearls of cold jade, was looking down at him at this time, with an air of aloofness and indifference, as if nothing could catch his eyes, he was wearing solid armor, and a head was lying on his chest. Yazi, made of silver armor, stared wide-eyed, opened his bloody mouth wide, fierce and arrogant, with star patterns on the corners of the skirt, swimming slowly, just like the scene when looking at the sky on a clear night, the star The stars lit up one after another, especially the tail of the Big Dipper - Pojun.

This should be the Pojun Xingjun who Wuzheng told Wanwan not to contact.

Thinking of this, Xu Lang's mind turned quickly, and he was still thinking about how to politely avoid contact with him, but Po Jun Xingjun moved faster than him, and before he had time to think of a way, he felt a chill on his neck , is a cold and hard iron claw.

He watched helplessly as Pojun Xingjun hooked up the string around his neck with his fingertips, and the crystal hidden in the hem of his clothes was dragged and slid out along his neck, quietly, still shining warmly. The light, as if completely unaware of what happened outside, fell into Pojun Xingjun's hands, hit the gauntlet, and made a crisp sound—like a bell ringing in the deep twilight.

Xing Jun narrowed his eyes, the chill in his eyes was even worse, he paused every word, and said, "How about explaining the origin of this thing?"

When it was over, Xu Lang was dumbfounded, his head buzzed, and there was no sound, as if he had already abandoned him.

While thinking wildly, Xu Lang still had time to care about one thing——

From a certain point of view, Po Jun and Sun God are quite similar.