a man who appears once a year

"Brother!" Ruan Dongdong raised his head and shouted under the tree, "Mom calls you home for dinner!"

Ruan Qiuping looked at her, but didn't move: "Don't go back first, I won't go back."

During this period of time, as soon as he came home, Xia Fushui and Ruan Shengfeng would take turns urging him to go down to the mortal world, and Ruan Qiuping's ears were almost callused.

"Okay..." Ruan Dongdong was a little frustrated, she puffed up her face and asked, "Then brother... will you go back tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is Dongdong's sixth birthday, of course my brother will go back." Ruan Qiuping said.

After Ruan Dongdong left, only Ruan Qiuping was left here.

By the way, there are also green farming birds.

The green farming bird knew that Ruan Qiuping didn't like others to touch the fruit on the tree, so he never pecked the apples on the tree, and even ate the worms on the tree specially.

After eating the bugs, it flew to Ruan Qiuping's body, rubbed its small head against Ruan Qiuping's chest, and finally rested on the phalange that made the clothes protrude.

"Do you miss him too?" Ruan Qiuping stroked his soft-haired head with his index finger.

The green farming bird uttered a cry.

The tone is ethereal and clear, with a hint of sadness.

When Ruan Qiuping first became the "God of Accurate Qi and Luck", the good luck in his body was almost overflowing. His father was promoted step by step in the officialdom, and his mother was all-powerful in the poker field. Tong should be more agile.

Although Ruan Qiuping's good luck gradually faded with the passage of time, and gradually offset the bad luck, it was still better than ordinary people's luck after all.

Perhaps for luck, many neighbors who had moved away moved back again, and even relatives from all walks of life whom Ruan Qiuping hadn't seen since he was born showed up one after another, and there were people who visited Ruan's house every day people.

Today is Ruan Dongdong's birthday, so there are more guests at home, and it looks very lively.

As soon as Ruan Qiuping opened the courtyard door, he saw a not-so-familiar little fairy boy chasing and fighting with others.

Ruan Qiuping frowned involuntarily.

The fairy boy who was hit on the head by him with a nut shell yesterday was startled when he saw Ruan Qiuping, and hurried to his mother, hugged her leg, and complained in a low voice.

The young female fairy touched her child's head and smiled softly: "The God of Luck is back, I have heard about your deeds a long time ago, and this is the first time I have seen a real person...Look You don't fight or snatch, you are indifferent to fame and wealth, it's really amazing. I think we all have to learn from you. No matter how the people in Huahuamen urge you, you are not in a hurry to become a god. If you know it, I will praise you for your determination , I don’t know, I thought you were a widow.”

"Auntie praised you." Ruan Qiuping said with a smile, "It's just that you don't need to learn from me. After all, with your cultivation, even if you want to be a widow, you don't need to worry about becoming a god."

"--you……"

"Wow!" Xia Fushui suddenly took a basin of water and poured it under the nearby tree, splashing some mud spots on the skirt of the fairy.

She screamed and took two steps back. Just as she was about to say something, Xia Fushui said calmly, "Xiaoying, is the smoke coming from your house?"

Xiaoying turned her head to look, and hurriedly ran towards home with the child in her arms.

After the guests left, Ruan Shengfeng complained to Xia Fushui while tidying up the yard: "Although there are so many people, you can't just invite anyone to our house. Look at that Xiaoying who came... who is it. "

"She came here with the baby by herself, I didn't invite her." Xia Fushui said.

Xia Fushui put down the rag in her hand, turned her head and asked Ruan Qiuping: "Although what the woman said today is not pleasant, it is also true. It will be three years in a few months... When are you going to go down to earth?"

Ruan Shengfeng also stopped and looked at Ruan Qiuping.

Ruan Qiuping: "I'm fine now, I don't need to be a god."

Xia Fushui: "... Qiuping, people have to look forward."

Ruan Qiuping lowered his eyelids, took off his congratulatory hat, and said, "I have nothing to do, so I'll leave first."

As soon as Ruan Qiuping walked out of the gate, Ruan Dongdong ran out wearing new clothes.

She happily turned around in front of Ruan Qiuping, hugged Ruan Qiuping's thigh and acted like a baby: "Brother, the skirt you gave me is so beautiful, I like it so much!"

Ruan Qiuping knelt down and pinched her face, and said with a smile, "Just as long as you like it."

"Brother..." Ruan Dongdong looked up at Ruan Qiuping, blinked, and asked in confusion, "Why don't you descend to the mortal world? If you descend to the mortal world, you will become a very powerful immortal. Isn't that a good thing? "

Ruan Qiuping was silent for a while, and said softly, "Because my brother wants to wait for someone to come back, and go down to earth with my brother."

"If that person never comes back, brother will never descend to the mortal world, will he never become a great immortal?"

"Ah."

Ruan Dongdong tilted his head and thought for a while, then hugged Ruan Qiuping and said, "Even if my brother doesn't become a great god, I still like my brother the most, and I like my brother first!"

Ruan Qiuping smiled and touched Ruan Dongdong's head.

Xia Fushui came out slowly, looked at Ruan Qiuping, hesitated for a while, and said, "... come back this year's New Year's Eve."

Ruan Qiuping shook his head: "Forget it, although I am a god of luck now, I still have the worst luck on New Year's Eve. Coming here will also bring bad luck to you."

"Then come back on the Spring Festival."

Ruan Qiuping said: "I will come back in the second year of junior high school."

Ruan Qiuping remembered that Yu Huan had been in a coma for 81 days after drinking the Reminiscence Soup, and the day he woke up happened to be the Spring Festival.

Ruan Qiuping didn't think anything was wrong at the time, but now that he has become a god of luck, he realizes that Yu Huan's waking up during the Spring Festival was not accidental, but because Yu Huan had the best luck during the Spring Festival.

Just as the god of mildew accepts the bad luck thrown by everyone on New Year's Eve, the god of good fortune will also accept everyone's joy and luck at the beginning of the new year.

Ruan Qiuping refused to go home, not because he wanted to do something big on this day, but because he wanted to sleep.

For two consecutive years, Ruan Qiuping could dream of Yu Huan during the Spring Festival.Although he can also dream of Yu Huan on weekdays, his dreams are mostly bad scenes. Only on the day of the Spring Festival, Yu Huan smiled warmly in his dreams, as if all the nightmares never happened.

The weather is getting cooler.

The Spring Festival is coming soon.

In the early morning, Ruan Qiuping opened his eyes and took a breath of slightly cold air, but suddenly found a slight pressure on his chest.

Ruan Qiuping looked down, and it turned out to be a green farming bird.

Qing Tilling Bird didn't sleep curled up in his nest obediently like in the past, but lay on his chest, resting on his phalanx gently through his clothes.

"Why are you so clingy today?" Ruan Qiuping lightly touched its forehead.

But the green farm bird didn't wake up, it even closed its eyes tightly, and its whole body was cold and stiff.

Ruan Qiuping suddenly panicked, he sat up quickly, held the Qingcengniao in his palm and poked it again, shouted and shouted, and even performed a healing technique, but the Qingcengniao remained unmoved.

How to do?

This is Yu Huan's bird, nothing can happen!

Ruan Qiuping even forgot to put on his coat. He wrapped the green farming bird in his palm, and in a panic, he broke open the door of the medicine hall, shouting incoherently: "Yao Xian! Yao Xian!! Come out!"

Yaoxian yawned and opened the curtain: "What's the matter, it's so cold in the early morning, what's the matter?"

Ruan Qiuping hurriedly held up the bird in his hand: "This bird seems to be sick!"

Yaoxian: "Turn right at the veterinary hall!"

"This is not an ordinary bird, this is a green tillage bird, a divine beast, how could it be sick?"

"Green farming bird?" Yaoxian frowned, "The one next to Yu Huan?"

"...Yes, it has never been sick."

Ruan Qiuping put the Qinggeniao on the diagnosis table for Yaoxian to see.

Yaoxian checked Qing Genniao's condition with his power, but his brows became more and more wrinkled.

"Strange..." Yaoxian closed her eyes and looked again.

"What's wrong?" Ruan Qiuping was confused.

"It..." Yaoxian pondered for a moment, then said, "It is going through calamities and ascending to immortality."

Ruan Qiuping was stunned: "...Ascension to Immortal?"

"That's right, Immortal. Since ancient times, the immortals in heaven have used different ways to transform into immortals. The simple way is to be thundered, but the complicated way is all kinds of strange. For example, Taotie has to go on a hunger strike for a year, Qinggeng The bird turned into a fairy was going to get sick, but... this green farm bird has lived for less than seven years, and it is the first time I have seen such a young fairy. And I explored its inner body and found that it is actually The cultivation level is weak, but the auspicious luck on the alchemy is strong. And this luck is not its own luck, it is more like the luck given by the outside world, but it is a Jirui bird, so this luck can wish it to ascend to the immortal."

"Then...the auspicious luck should be because it stayed by Yu Huan's side for a long time."

"No. The auspicious luck on his alchemy is both new and old. Although the old luck is strong, the new luck is not weak. It can even be said that this new auspicious luck is the main reason why it can transform into an immortal."

"New auspicious luck..." Ruan Qiuping was taken aback when he heard the words, "it stays with me on weekdays, but now I am a god of luck, and my whole body is balanced by good luck and bad luck. Where did it absorb so much? good luck?"

"This is really weird." Yaoxian stretched out his index finger and pressed lightly on the belly of the green farming bird, his brows gradually tightened, "But the most important thing now is to help it survive, its internal strength is weak, and it can rise to immortality through calamity It's all because of external movement, and I'm afraid it won't be able to survive this catastrophe by itself."

"Then what can I do?" Ruan Qiuping suddenly became nervous again.

Yaoxian took a few bottles of medicine from the medicine cabinet and handed it to Ruan Qiuping: "After all, this is its own immortality, you can only feed it some medicine now, and then use your magic power to protect it... Can you help it?" Help as much as you want, whether it can survive or not depends on its own life."

"It survived."

Ruan Qiuping took the bottles of medicine and held the Qinggeniao in his palm again.

Ruan Qiuping didn't do anything for the past two days, but just watched the Qinggengniao in the cave every day, not only using his own mana to protect it day and night, but also instilling some spiritual power into it from time to time.

After a few days, Qing Gengniao's condition didn't improve much, but Ruan Qiuping's face turned pale.

There was lightning and thunder outside the house, and Ruan Qiuping and Qing Gengniao were lying on the bed together, with the expressions of a fairy and a beast, one by one sluggish.

Ruan Qiuping tried to probe its inner alchemy, only to see that its inner alchemy was only covered with a layer of light and sparse white light, which seemed to be in a very bad condition.

The green farming bird's eyes were tightly closed, but its white beak trembled carefully, and its small head unconsciously rubbed against Ruan Qiuping's chest. Finally, its small head rested on the phalanx on Ruan Qiuping's chest, and did not move.

Ruan Qiuping seemed to have thought of something suddenly, took out the phalanx from his chest, and gently placed it on the Qinggeniao's head.

This is the first time that the green farming bird has directly touched this phalanx. It uttered a very slight cry, and its snow-white eyelashes trembled, revealing a pair of light gray pupils.

At the same time, Ruan Qiuping clearly felt that the light on the inner alchemy was gradually superimposing, and his physical condition was slowly improving.

Ruan Qiuping was startled, staring at the phalanx in his hand.

Si Ming said that Qing Gengniao was able to transform into an immortal because it had absorbed some new auspicious luck. Ruan Qiuping didn't know where this auspicious luck came from, but at this moment, he seemed to know.

Ruan Qiuping immediately stood up, went to the bookcase and took the "God of Luck".

After Yu Huan left, most of the spells he had cast had returned to their original state. For example, the blinding spell and eternal day spell in the cave had disappeared without a trace, and the "God of Luck" he had tampered with had also returned to its original state. .

However, in this book, only the death of the last moldy god was tampered with by Yu Huan, and the rest of the content remained unchanged.

Ruan Qiuping flipped through the pages one by one, and finally fixed his gaze on a paragraph above.

"...They are more like ancient true gods, formed by the condensation of qi. First, bones, regenerated pills, and finally raw flesh. The qi on the bones is weak and long-lasting, which is the root system, and the qi on the dan is strong and fierce. It is transported like a sponge in water, and it will loosen when it dries."

"Mr. bone, regeneration pill, and finally raw skin..." Ruan Qiuping repeated this sentence over and over again, his palms were sweating, his mood was surging, and a thought involuntarily spread and grew wildly everywhere.

It is true that there was some auspicious luck on that phalanx, but that auspicious luck is also very weak. It can only maintain the shape of the phalanx and keep it from falling apart, and it is definitely not enough to help Qinggenniao to become a god.

And Ruan Qiuping also saw it with his own eyes just now, he just touched the Qinggeniao with this finger bone, and the Qinggeniao was filled with inner alchemy and escaped the danger of life.

As the god of luck, God of Good Fortune is formed by condensing qi. Does that mean... that Yu Huan's finger bone is also condensing qi?

If... If you condense enough luck, you will be able to produce inner alchemy, raw skin and flesh, and give birth to... auspicious gods.

Ruan Qiuping's hands trembled, and the book in his hand almost fell to the ground.

A thick joy surged up overwhelmingly, almost making him a little unsteady.

Seeing that Qing Gengniao's condition had improved, Ruan Qiuping picked up the phalanx, hung it around his neck again, and hurriedly went to Yaoxian with the book in his hand.

"It's nonsense." Yaoxian shattered Ruan Qiuping's wishful thinking with one sentence, "If you say it like this, the god of luck is immortal. How could there be a god of mildew who died in the past?"

Ruan Qiuping still didn't give up, and asked: "But this book only talks about the dying gods, never about the dying gods. You have lived for so long, do you know if there were any lucky gods who died?"

Yaoxian said: "...the gods have known for a long time that besides the God of Misfortune, there should be a God of Good Fortune in the heavens, but you know that before Yu Huan, there has never been a God of Good Fortune in Heaven... Yu Huan is the first one."

"That's it. Maybe the god of good fortune is different from the god of mildew. Maybe only the god of mildew will die, but the god of good luck will not die." Ruan Qiuping plausibly said.

Yaoxian grabbed the book in his hand, and pointed to the sentence to show Ruan Qiuping: "The book says that Mr. Gu, the one who regenerates the pill is the god of luck, but he didn't specifically say it was the god of luck. Now the god of mildew is dead. You haven't seen a resurrection in a thousand years, but you just think that auspicious gods can be different... If you insist on deceiving yourself like this, what can I do to you?"

Ruan Qiuping's tone was subconsciously a little angry: "Why do you think I'm just deceiving myself? If my guess is completely unreasonable, then how do you explain the growing auspicious luck on the finger bones? Since you can't explain the condensed Jiyun, why pour cold water on me and suppress me every sentence?"

Yaoxian sighed: "I'm not pouring cold water on you, nor suppressing you, I'm just afraid that you'll be happy in vain."

"Compared to Kong Huanxi, I'm more afraid that all thoughts will be lost. I can't see the bottom of despair at a glance."

Yaoxian opened his mouth, and finally waved his hands helplessly: "...Forget it, you can do whatever you want, you can wait as long as you want, I don't care, I can't control it either."

Ruan Qiuping walked out of the medical hall only to find that it was snowing, and the snowflakes scattered on his body quickly turned into water, leaving a icy coldness.

As soon as Ruan Qiuping got under the tree, a big bird jumped up from the tree and kicked the whole tree straight. Became a snowman.

Ruan Qiuping wiped off the snow from his face, looked up at the sky, and then looked down at his watch, only to realize that it was past twelve o'clock.

Today is New Year's Eve.

Ruan Qiuping had the worst luck today, and it was inconvenient for him to return to the cave again to add bad luck to the green farming bird, so he cast a temperature-increasing and snow-avoiding technique on his body, and went to sleep under the Xueyunmei in Duanqing Mountain.

Ruan Qiuping lay in the snow, looking at the bloody plum blossom above his head.

He held the phalanx tightly with his right hand, and his brows were a little tired, but when he closed his eyes, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

Yu Huan will come back.

must be able to.

The god of luck is formed by condensing qi. After the death of the last moldy god, the moldy air in this world condensed into him, Ruan Qiuping. Naturally, Ruan Qiuping can hold one of Yu Huan's finger bones to re-condense this Good luck between heaven and earth.

Whether it is ten years, thousands of years, or ten thousand years.

... As long as Ruan Qiuping lives for a long time, one day, he will be able to wait for Yu Huan to come back.

On the icy and snowy hillside, Ruan Qiuping heard the sound of his heart beating wildly.

For the first time in three years, he curled the corners of his lips happily, joyfully, and full of expectation.

When Ruan Qiuping was about to fall asleep, he suddenly woke up again. He got up from the snow, took a handful of snow, and threw it on his face, sobering himself up and repelling some drowsiness.

Today was New Year's Eve, he was unlucky, even if he fell asleep, he would never see Yu Huan in his dream.And if you fall asleep today, you won't be able to sleep tomorrow.He still thought about sleeping in tomorrow and meeting Yu Huan in his dream.

Ruan Qiuping sat under a tree, closed his eyes, and performed the time-space storage technique he had saved.

The snow on the ground immediately thickened several times, and even the Xueyunmei was a little brighter.

Under the fiery red Xueyunmei tree in the distance, there are two gods who are fighting and learning the space-time storage technique.

When Ruan Qiuping was learning the space-time storage technique from Yu Huan, he never thought that he would one day sit by and play a scene over and over again hundreds of times, and touch that phantom again and again .

He bent his eyes, smiled and took that phantom's hand.

He held a piece of air, but ran and laughed along with the man.

He could memorize every word that person said here, but he would still draw the corners of his lips along with the words he said.

The sun rises, the sun sets.

In the distant sky, someone started to set off fireworks again.

Ruan Qiuping rushed over to give the man a false hug, and said with a smile, "Goodbye, Yu Huan. The Spring Festival is coming, I'm going back to sleep, see you in my dream."

When Ruan Qiuping returned to the cave, Qinggeniao was still sleeping, but his body seemed to have fully recovered, and the inner alchemy was also very strong.

Ruan Qiuping was afraid that he would fall asleep and suppress it, so he carried it back to the nest, lay flat on the bed and covered it with a quilt, and fell asleep expectantly.

Ruan Qiuping dreamed of the past Yu Huan in the first Spring Festival.

At that time, Yu Huan was still alive, in his thirties, and while cooking for him, he asked him with a smile, "Can Ruan Ruan stay for three consecutive days next year?"

Ruan Qiuping dreamed of the future Yu Huan in the Spring Festival of the second year.

At that time, Yu Huan was the God of Good Fortune, and he was the God of Misfortune. They spread luck together in the world. Yu Huan grabbed his hand and said with a helpless smile: "Ruan Ruan, although he is not a good person, but the bad luck you gave him Too much luck, I'm afraid I won't survive today."

Today is the third year of the Spring Festival, Ruan Qiuping felt that what he dreamed seemed to be the current Yu Huan.

After all, he is now in the cave, wearing the clothes he wore yesterday, while Yu Huan is lying on his bed, wearing the red clothes of the day he died.

The furnishings in the room were exactly the same as yesterday, the only difference was that there was a little girl next to his bed.

The little girl was about six or seven years old, wearing a long turquoise dress, with a pair of light gray eyes.She looked around, and finally her eyes fell on Ruan Qiuping and Yu Huan. With a pale face, she timidly called out: "...Dad?"

Ruan Qiuping ignored her, just blinked, hugged Yu Huan happily, and said, "Yu Huan, this year's dream is real and strange, is it the fantasy style of the present continuous tense?"

Yu Huan stared at Ruan Qiuping, slowly, shocked, and opened his eyes in disbelief.