a man who appears once a year

Ruan Qiuping felt that he was a little different in the past two days. If he wanted to say what was different, he couldn't say it specifically.

But all in all, he just felt more and more energetic, and his energy and blood were getting better and better. The flowers he saw were getting redder and the grass was getting greener. It was raining, but one foot stepped out of the gate, and I felt that the dark clouds had dispersed again, the sky was clear, and there were even orioles singing softly in my ears.

It should be spring is coming soon.

Ruan Qiuping raised his head, jumped up lightly, stretched out his arms high, and brushed the new shoots of the old tree with his fingertips.

By the way, and there is one more important thing.

Yu Huan's body also fully recovered.

"Qiu Ping, where are you going? Why are you running outside every day these two days?" Ruan Shengfeng shouted behind him.

Ruan Qiuping turned his head with some guilt, and said, "Go to practice!"

Then ran away.

Ruan Qiuping teleported to Jishen Mansion, but just as he was about to open the door to enter, he heard Yaoxian talking inside: "... At first glance, you recovered quite quickly, as if nothing happened."

Yu Huan said: "At least I am a god, how can I die so easily."

"Can……"

"Uncle," Yu Huan paused, with a hint of a smile in his voice, "Thank you for worrying about my injury and making a special trip here, but I have guests here, so I'm afraid I won't be able to continue entertaining you. "

"guest?"

Seeing that he had been exposed, Ruan Qiuping opened the door generously, walked in, and said, "Good morning."

After Yaoxian left, Ruan Qiuping came over and asked, "So Yaoxian is your uncle."

Yu Huan nodded: "It's pretty."

Ruan Qiuping said, "You have so many relatives."

That's right, I remember that when the wedding guest list was determined, most of them were from Yu Huan's side.

Unlike their Ruan family, they couldn't even gather a table of people with all their efforts.

After a while, he touched the table in front of him again, and said in a low voice, "...but, Yu Huan...what's our relationship now?"

When Yu Huan talked about him, he had to use "guest" to refer to him.

Ruan Qiuping didn't like this title.

Yu Huan paused making tea for Ruan Qiuping, and then said softly, "It doesn't matter whether it's a friend or a lover, any relationship is fine, as long as Ruan Ruan stays with me all the time."

Ruan Qiuping felt as if his heart had been hit by something soft, so that his voice softened involuntarily: "I will be by your side for a while...but, after a while, I will probably In two months, I'm going to go on a long trip, and I'm afraid I won't be able to accompany you by then."

"Is Ruan Ruan going on a long trip?"

"Ah."

"Can't you take me with you?"

"……cannot."

Yu Huan didn't speak for a long time.

Ruan Qiuping originally thought that Yu Huan was going to be sad or sad again, but he saw Yu Huan lowering his eyes lightly, and asked: "Then Ruan Ruan can spend all of the time before traveling far away with me?"

Ruan Qiuping blinked: "... yes."

Yu Huan pushed the tea to Ruan Qiuping, and when he raised his head to look at him, there were slight ripples in his eyes: "It seems that I am the most important thing in Ruan Ruan's heart."

Ruan Qiuping held the warm teacup with both hands, feeling the temperature of the hot tea soaking into his heart, he repeated in a low voice:

"Well...you are the most important."

"This is enough."

Yu Huan looked at him tenderly, and said in a hoarse voice.

There were two knocks on the door of the room, and the voice of the fairy servant came from outside the door: "Shenjun, the tree god sent spiritual holy water."

"Bring it in." Yu Huan said.

Looking at the jade bottle on the table, Ruan Qiuping asked curiously, "What is this water for?"

"The new things made by the tree god can make plants thrive."

Ruan Qiuping's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Yu Huan smiled and said, "Really, with one bottle, that apple tree will not be afraid of wind or rain for ten years."

Ruan Qiuping turned to look at him: "How do you know that I want to water that apple tree?"

"Because this water is what I begged for that apple tree, and I see that you are very concerned about that apple tree."

"Of course I care about it, you asked me to plant it." Ruan Qiuping said.

But he seems to be unable to eat the fruit.

Thinking of this, he felt sore in his heart, and he looked up at Yu Huan again and said, "Is there any magic that can make the apple tree grow up all at once, and it's best to grow fruit in two or three days."

"No." Yu Huan flicked Ruan Qiuping's forehead, "Ruan Ruan, don't worry, just wait for it to grow up."

...I just asked when I couldn't wait.

Ruan Qiuping picked up the bottle of water: "Let's go, let's water the apple tree with holy water."

This holy water was really unusual, pouring it from a small bottle, the leaves of the apple tree turned green again.

He even invited the green tillage bird to sit on its branch and chirp towards Yu Huan.

It is also quite familiar with Ruan Qiuping, and when Ruan Qiuping reached out to touch its head, it raised its head obediently and let Ruan Qiuping caress it.

"When did you start raising this green farming bird?" Ruan Qiuping asked.

"It wasn't raised by me." Yu Huan said, "It was injured and fell by the cave one day. I treated it and gave it some grains to eat, and it just lingered."

"I used to have a small pet." Ruan Qiuping said.

Yu Huan turned his head to look at Ruan Qiuping: "I also saw a hedgehog's cemetery in the Ruan family's cemetery."

Ruan Qiuping lowered his head: "That's just my hedgehog, but it's not my hedgehog."

Yu Huan froze for a moment: "What do you mean?"

Ruan Qiuping said dejectedly: "When I was practicing in Houshan more than ten years ago, I met a little hedgehog, and then it ran away. I searched for a long time before finding it, but when I found it, It turned out that the one that came back was not my hedgehog. I wanted to let it go, but it bit me, and my hand was bleeding, and my blood killed the hedgehog."

Yu Huan blinked, and was about to say something, but Ruan Qiuping changed the subject again: "By the way, I haven't seen this green farming bird in the mansion these days, where does it live now?"

Yu Huan said: "Still living in a cave, Jishen Mansion is not as good as being in the mountains, it doesn't like it."

"I also like caves better." Ruan Qiuping touched the Qinggeniao's head.

"The cave has been tidied up." Yu Huan asked softly, "Does Ruan Ruan want to take a look?"

Ruan Qiuping was taken aback: "When will it be packed?"

"Just yesterday. It was redecorated, Ruan Ruan will definitely like it." Yu Huan smiled and took Ruan Qiuping's hand, "Let's go and have a look."

Ruan Qiuping couldn't help but let out a wow when he entered the cave.

The cave did change a bit, but not too much.

It's just that the entire cave has doubled in size and replaced with a big soft bed.

Ruan Qiuping rushed over and rolled around on the bed, and found that the bedside was full of his favorite snacks and fruits, and there were even two storybooks. Ruan Qiuping could tell at a glance that the painting books were his two books. The natal picture book.

Ruan Qiuping raised the script excitedly: "Where did you get it?"

"There is no one on the market, I got it from the author."

"The author?!" Ruan Qiuping's eyes lit up, "Have you seen anyone? Which god is it? Do I know him?"

"you recognize."

"Then—" Ruan Qiuping took a deep breath, rolled on the bed excitedly, his eyes lit up, "Who is it?"

"Yes……"

"No, no, you still don't want to tell me." Ruan Qiuping hugged the script tightly, "Let my wife keep a sense of mystery in my heart forever!"

Yu Huan smiled: "Okay."

Ruan Qiuping held the two books and looked through them twice, and found that there were still surroundings in them. Ruan Qiuping read them over and over for a long time, but still liked them very much, and finally put the book carefully on the bookshelf.

Only then did he realize that besides the two books he had just put in, there were many more books on the bookshelf that Yu Huan would not normally read, which Yu Huan put on specially for him.

Ruan Qiuping flipped through the books one by one, and arranged them according to his interest. After half of the time passed, night slowly fell.

Just when Ruan Qiuping finished reading the last page of the book in his hand and was about to put it down, he suddenly discovered that a book called "The God of Luck" had been accidentally knocked off.

... the god of luck?

Could it be that it talks about the god of mildew and the god of good fortune?

Ruan Qiuping picked up the book and opened it curiously.

This book is very thin, but the pages and covers are very thick. The pure white pages have already turned yellow, and it looks like thousands of years of history are hidden inside.

Ruan Qiuping didn't like to read ancient books, and every time he just opened two pages, he couldn't help but doze off.

But this ancient book is extraordinary, Ruan Qiuping looked at it, and heard the beating of the heart like thunder and drums.

According to the above, the god of luck is divided into the god of good luck and the god of mildew.

Yuelao can only be involved in the marriage of mortals, Siming can only be in charge of the fate of mortals, but the god of luck can affect the luck of immortals.

This is because, unlike other immortals, they are more like ancient true gods, formed by the condensation of Qi, first bone, regeneration pill, and finally raw skin.The air on the bones is weak and long-lasting, which is the root system, the air on the dan is strong and fierce, and is the trunk, and the air on the flesh is like a sponge soaked in water, and it will disperse when dried.

Therefore, the god of luck is also different after his death, such as the god of mold who died after the last conferred god.

His inner alchemy was devoured by monsters, but the luck around him did not dissipate. The luck on the flesh took several days to dissipate, but the luck in the immortal bone was weak but persisted for a long time. Now he is buried at the foot of Buzhou Mountain. No one dares to approach the land except Jishen.

Ruan Qiuping stared at the big characters "Inner alchemy was swallowed by monsters" for a while, his heart beat heavily, and then he continued to flip through the book in a panic. In a chapter called "The Fallen Mold God" stopped.

He licked his dry lips, moved his throat, pointed to the words on it, and read them carefully.

"In other words, after the mortal world's calamity, the God of Mildew received eleven golden rays of light. It was originally a divine way, but when the luck was not good, it was the day of New Year's Eve when he was granted the Godhood. A mad monster attacked him and killed him Eat its inner alchemy, and the mildew god died at the foot of Buzhou Mountain."

Ruan Qiuping read this paragraph back and forth seven or eight times, and he couldn't stand still.

...No, this is not right.

"What's wrong?" Yu Huan hurried over, "Why do you have such an expression?"

"Yu Huan." Ruan Qiuping grabbed Yu Huan's hand, "This book, this book seems to be written nonsense."

"Why did you write nonsense?"

"It's just nonsense. Everything written on it is wrong!"

"Ruan Ruan, look." Yu Huan flipped through the book and asked Ruan Qiuping to read the stamp on the back of the book, "This is an authentic history book printed by the Heavenly Court, how could it be fake?"

Ruan Qiuping looked at the above chapter, and his expression became a little flustered: "But what he said above is just nonsense, which is different from what I saw before."

"What's the difference?"

"It's different!" Ruan Qiuping pointed to the words in the book and said, "It said that the last moldy god died after being conferred on the mortal world after a catastrophe, and then was eaten by a monster, but I know , in fact, it was the god of mildew who survived the calamity with the lives of his relatives in the sky, and then committed suicide and—"

Ruan Qiuping's voice stopped abruptly, and only then did he realize that he had revealed his secret in a feverish manner. He suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

Sure enough, Yu Huan seemed to be startled, and was staring at him blankly.

"Yu Huan..." Ruan Qiuping's lips trembled.

But Yu Huan suddenly stretched out his hand, hugged him tightly, and asked softly: "...So, did Ruan Ruan just say that he was going to travel far away for a while?"

Ruan Qiuping trembled.

Yu Huan tightened his arms and hugged him even tighter, as if he wanted to warm every inch of his cold skin.Yu Huan's voice was particularly gentle and restrained, but he still had an unmistakable hoarseness: "Is it because... is it because Ruan Ruan felt that she was going to become a god and didn't want to harm her family, so she wanted to kill herself in advance?"

Ruan Qiuping only felt his teeth chatter, and warm tears fell from his eyes uncontrollably.

The emotions that have been suppressed in his heart for hundreds of years, along with the leaked secrets, such as the collapse of the dam, can no longer be controlled, and his words are all fragmented: "...it's me, I read it in the book of the forbidden house. Yes, no... there will be no fakes."

"...Ruan Ruan, the reason why the forbidden room is a forbidden room is because there are things in it that should not be seen by others. There are false rumors and lies, rumors and false deeds, how can Ruan Ruan take it seriously... and "Yu Huan paused, patted Ruan Qiuping's back, and said slowly, "There is something I didn't tell you because I wanted to surprise Ruan Ruan. Si Ming told me a few days ago that your The name has already appeared in the list of the next batch of descendants. The Tibetan dribble you saw me doing that day was actually for you. Since you have already been set on the path of becoming a god to descend to the mortal calamity, how could you Like what the book said, taking the lives of your family members as a catastrophe?"

"... Really... Really?" Ruan Qiuping's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't distinguish the original sound.

"Of course it's true. Ruan Ruan and I will go to Si Ming to make sure. Let's go now, shall we?"

Ruan Qiuping was trembling uncontrollably.

Yu Huan paused, gently stroking Ruan Qiuping's hair, his voice was also unbelievably hoarse, "It's all right, it's all right now. It's all fake... it's a typo in that book."

Ruan Qiuping hugged Yu Huan tightly, buried his head on his shoulder, his body trembled more and more, his crying gradually became uncontrollable, and in the end, he almost broke down and cried loudly.

He cried so hard, as if he wanted to pour out all the grievances, all the pain, all the open-mindedness and optimism that pretended not to care, all the tears that he gritted his teeth and shed in the dead of night in the past hundred years, all freely and painfully. It's like venting out completely.

The author has something to say: Sorry, I will take a day off tomorrow.