As a scumbag, I took a stand-in script

Xiao Yunjian seemed to have had a very long dream.

There are so many dreams, it seems that they are all passing clouds.

He suddenly opened his eyes and moved his body.

There are soft pillows and quilts under the body, and when you look up, you can see Guidianlan Palace, which is very impressive.

He finally came back.

The more than 150 years in the mortal world will also be exhausted along with his long years to come.

The wide and rich gate was pushed open from the outside, and the servants of Tingyun Temple came in one after another carrying long lanterns and holding wishful wishes.

They knelt down on their knees and raised their voices, "Welcome the return of the gods!"

Xiao Yunjian looked from top to bottom, and his shadow was reflected on the obsidian-paved brick floor——

He was dressed in a moon-white suit with wide sleeves and straight gown, with a slender waist and long legs, fair and straight.

His face was crowned like jade, his eyes were like stars, and there was a scarlet tear mole under his left eye, which added a touch of charm to his arrogance.

Standing aloofly on a high place, he looked at the people under his feet and said: "Go down."

The servants of the Cloud Stopping Palace responded, and left the hall one by one with their heads bowed.

Only the man in red was left at the end, and he swayed to Xiao Yunjian.

Xiao Yunjian clicked his tongue: "Chongyu, you are not rigid."

"There's nothing to hold back." Yan Chongyu sat down on his lower seat, "I've been with you for nearly 2000 years, since you didn't succeed Fengshen, how can I be the same as them? "

Xiao Yun laughed at him, but didn't pay attention to what he did: "This time, it's really difficult for you, the great priest of the Yunyun Palace, to manage for hundreds of years."

Yan Chongyu stretched his waist, begged and said with a smile: "It's not difficult, it's not difficult. If the god is uneasy, he will give me some holidays, so that I can go out to visit the mountains and rivers."

"That's the worst thing." Xiao Yunjian tilted his head slightly.

The jade crown on his head, which he hadn't worn for a long time, weighed a thousand catties, causing his neck to ache.

He rubbed it, and asked again: "Have I slept for a long time?"

Yan Chongyu replied: "It has been 300 years since the battle of Pengzhou Mansion."

300 years.

For their gods, it was just a fleeting moment.

But for mortals, it is a sea of ​​vicissitudes.

Xiao Yunjian lowered his eyes: "It's been 300 years..."

During the past 300 years, his own heart has been sleeping, unwilling to wake up.

He was afraid of waking up and facing everything, so he might as well sleep until the day he had the courage.

His fingers subconsciously stroked his right forehead, where there was still a small scar.

It is slightly raised, but you can't see it unless you look closely.

Now, it doesn't matter at all.

Yan Chongyu watched his movements, and said: "It's not that it won't go away, it's just that it will take some time. God, if you don't want to stay, I'll start to do it."

Xiao Yunjian was startled, and retracted his fingers.

He shook his head slightly: "No need, keep it."

Keep it, even if it is to end that period of my past.

Yan Chongyu responded: "Shenjun, you really have changed a lot."

Xiao Yunjian let out a long sigh of relief: "It doesn't matter whether it's changed or not. But in the future, we will never meet again."

Yan Chongyu was silent, and asked again for a long time: "Shenjun, do you really not care?"

Xiao Yun retorted and asked: "What do you care about? Who do you care about?"

"Since you mentioned someone, you still haven't put it down in your heart." Yan Chongyu put his arms around his arms and said casually, "After you, Fanchen, died, he—"

Xiao Yunjian casually pinched a mute formula and threw it to Yan Chongyu, and directly sealed his mouth.

He snorted coldly, and said again: "There is no need to go on."

"He is just a good medicine for my heartache in the mortal world."

"Good medicine is bitter to the taste. Even if the medicine is cured, I can't fry it again and again, can I?"

That was 500 years ago.

Xiao Yunjian, the god of wind, was invited to the East China Sea to pay his respects to his birthday with his great priest Yan Chongyu.

The Dragon King of the Donghai Tribe is long live, but his descendants are really few.

In contrast, the Jiaolong clan living in the same waters as them has become more and more prosperous.

Make them rashly jealous.

Besides, the Donghai Clan and the Jiaolong Clan have always been at odds with each other, and they have been fighting continuously for thousands of years.

And the Jiaolong tribe was valued by the Emperor of Heaven because of their merits in sealing.The Donghai tribe took advantage of the Dragon King's birthday to start another war.

The flood broke through the seaside fishing village and swept away countless innocent people.

The rest were also displaced and died in the flames of war.

Ling Zhi is one of them——

But at the age of nine, he lost his parents and all relatives.

A man staggers and hides.

But he is still young and has no cultivation base, how can he avoid it.

An arrow feather full of divine power shot out from nowhere, and it went straight towards him.

Unable to dodge in time, it was Xiao Yunjian who happened to see it and blocked the piercing arrow by himself.

Although Xiao Yunjian was born a god, he also suffered a very serious heartache because of this arrow.

For 50 years, he suffered from heart attack every day and could not recover.

In order to heal my heartache, I had no choice but to make this move——

Heal a broken heart with a broken heart.

It is to go to the lower realms to experience the suffering of the human world, and only when the heart is hurt can the heart be truly healed.

Ling Zhi is that medicine.

From the very beginning, he was just a drug blindly.

This medicine is also carefully selected by them.

If he hadn't seen Ling Zhi never forget Xiao Yunjian who saved his life, it wouldn't be him after all.

It doesn't matter time or fate.

Xiao Yunjian put down the glazed cup containing the jade dew, and knocked it on the table made of spar with a clang.

The crisp sound brought back his thoughts, he raised a pair of clear eyes to look at Yan Chongyu, and solved his mute formula.

Yan Chongyu felt a little fidgety when he saw him, so he simply rubbed his hands and stood up.

Just as he was about to speak, he heard Xiao Yun remonstrate, "Keeping this scar is to end the past, that's all."

When I said this, it sounded like I was fooling myself.

After a while, he said again: "The fate of the mortal world is all written by myself. I can also be called that, because I control myself. Some things can't be called asking for trouble."

"Since I'm not asking for trouble, why do I need to remember so many unpleasant things? From the beginning to the end, only this Nine Heavens is my home."

Yan Chongyu responded, then raised his eyes and looked around.

He didn't say anything about this matter again, and just took it as an article: "The gods have been like this, plus the mortal world and the deep sleep, and it has been more than 450 years. Although it has been a long time in the Nine Heavens, it is still a white cloud and a dog, and a lot has changed."

Xiao Yunjian raised his eyes and looked at the hall that was no different from what he remembered.

It is still carved beams and painted columns, paved with obsidian stones, and brightly lit with candles.

Even the location of the display has not changed.

He also knew that what Yan Chongyu said was not that simple.

He hummed and asked, "Who is what?"

"The Xiantian Emperor resigned, and now the new Emperor is taking over, it's—" Yan Chongyu paused, "It's the former Third Prince."

"Third prince?" Xiao Yunjian was also somewhat surprised, "Then Fuying, didn't she become the princess of this heaven?"

Fuying is the daughter of the current Emperor of Heaven and the third prince of the former Heaven Realm.

Xiao Yunjian was raised by Fuying's mother and concubine, the current queen of heaven, and grew up with her before he became the God of Fengshen.

The two are about the same age, and they are childhood sweethearts.

"But, how could he be the successor?" Xiao Yunjian frowned, drawing the word "Chuan" thickly between his brows.

The first prince is the elder and always alert, and the second prince is justifiable.

How could it not be the turn of Fuying's father, the meek but mediocre and helpless third prince, to succeed in the succession ceremony.

Is it possible...

First of all, everything is gentle and respectful, all acting?

Yan Chongyu then explained: "His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven is still the Emperor of Heaven you are familiar with. It's just that the eldest prince agrees with the demon clan in order to seek power; the second prince is in love with a beautiful female demon, and he is willing to abandon the throne. Bomei smiled They are all unbearable, in the end, His Majesty the current Emperor of Heaven is blessed."

Xiao Yunjian gave a smack, and said, "Fortune is good fortune."

It's just that no matter who ascends this great treasure, it has nothing to do with him, the wind god.

Except for his death and Dao Xiao, no one can pull him from this position.

He only said: "Prepare some small gifts some other day, and I will personally come to congratulate the Emperor and Queen of Heaven...Forget it, send it to Fuying."

Yan Chongyu lowered his head and replied: "Yes, the Divine Lord."

Xiao Yunjian casually waved away the silk satin that blocked the sun in the hall, letting the brightness shine into it.

The spring light that shines through the window ridges falls mottledly on the ground, outlining the Tingyun Temple beautifully.

He sat on the Buddha lotus meditation chair in the middle of the main hall, propped his chin, and didn't know what to think about.

Yan Chongyu was uninterested, and was about to leave, when he heard Xiao Yun's remonstrance: "For so many years, I still thank you for managing the Tingyun Palace."

He cupped his hands and said respectfully: "This matter is what I should do as a god."

"I woke up for a long time, but I didn't see Qinglin."

"Qinglin went to Sifeng today according to what you wrote, and I am afraid that he will return later. Shenjun, but do you want me to find him back?"

Xiao Yunjian waved his hand: "It's not necessary, I just saw it, and tell him about my return."

Qinglin and Yan Chongyu have helped him a lot in the mortal world.

It's just that Qinglin's sarcastic remarks and sarcasm to him are mostly in his memories.

But now that he has recovered all his memories, he should still be grateful to Qinglin.

Yan Chongyu retreated, and he was the only one left in the empty hall.

Xiao Yunjian shuddered suddenly.

He was alone in the past, how did he get the following moment, but it made him miss the days in the Supreme Immortal Sect.

He hooked his fingers, and held the bronze mirror on the side table in his hand.

There was a sense of arrogance in the eyes of the person in the mirror, which Xiao Yunjian, who died in Pengzhou Mansion at that time, did not have.

His fingers caressed his cheeks, gradually outlining the familiar outline.

Finally, it stopped on the bright red tear mole under the corner of the eye.

He sighed, and put the bronze mirror upside down on the case.

He pushed open the thick and rich door of Tingyun Palace, and walked out of the palace that he had not stepped out of for 450 years.

The servants all stopped their work and saluted him respectfully.

He raised his hand and picked up the wind, blowing down a tree in the yard like the pear blossoms planted in Wuding Peak where he lived in the mortal world.

But he casually swept over a strain of Ling Xiaohua that was struggling to grow in the corner, and turned his head away.

From a distance, I saw a person wearing a blue tunic, hurrying back.

Before he could catch his breath, he pursed his mouth and said, "Shen Jun, you are finally willing to wake up."

Xiao Yunjian looked at his slender appearance, except for a pair of clear and huge apricot eyes, all the facial features on his face were extremely small.

It doesn't look like himself at all.

His eyes were full of admiration and yearning for himself, and he pulled the hem of his clothes with his fingers in a very nervous gesture.

If it wasn't Qinglin, who else?

He put his arm around and teased: "When I was in the lower realm, I will remember all the words you said to me in my heart."

Qinglin was startled, and raised her eyes timidly to look at Xiao Yunjian, her voice was as thin as a mosquito: "Shenjun, I really made such a bad plan...I, I apologize to you, don't be angry with me, it's all wrong." My bad..."

"That's all." Xiao Yunjian pretended to be understanding, but he failed in a moment, "I told you to do it, and you did it beautifully."

After a pause, he said again: "It just so happens that you are back, so go to the warehouse to find a few trinkets, and send them to Princess Fuying's residence with me in two days."

Qing Lin responded obediently and cleverly.

The days in Nine Heavens were a bit boring.

Xiao Yunjian was only busy for a few nights, and then returned to the day-to-day routine of being in charge of affairs.

Ten years pass like a white horse.

Some things are recorded in his mind, but he has almost forgotten them in a chaotic manner.

I only occasionally saw myself in the bronze mirror——

He would think of the red mole of tears, and the painting that was regarded as a treasure.

And, the person he had deliberately forgotten.

The end of the year is approaching.

Although it has been more than ten years since Xiao Yunjian returned to the Nine Heavens, he still retains some mortal aura.

He sent someone to decorate the Tingyun Hall, and it was very lively with lights and festoons.

Bright red lanterns were hung all over the eaves, and the words "Fu" written by him himself were pasted on the Zhumen.

Princess Fuying has never lived in the mundane world, she is very novel, so she came here specially to have a look.

She circled around the Tingyun Palace a few times, and stopped in front of a couplet written by Xiao Yunjian.

Rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

Xiao Yunjian put down the teacup in his hand, raised his eyes and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Princess Fuying shook her head, and clicked her tongue: "There's nothing wrong. You're only going down to earth, and when you come back... even the handwriting has changed a lot."

Xiao Yunjian was taken aback, his gaze inadvertently landed on the couplet.The flowing script of running script was taught by Zeng Lingzhi.

He turned his head away and snorted through his nose: "Since you don't like it, then withdraw. Chong Yu—"

Before Yan Chongyu could make a move, Princess Fuying sighed several times: "When did I say I'm not happy!"

Xiao Yunjian said again: "Since you like it, Chong Yu will help Princess Fuying wrap it up and send it to the residence."

Yan Chongyu got up again, but Princess Fuying quickly retorted: "Stop! Yun Jian, I suddenly realized that you have learned what it means to be arrogant after encountering this lower realm."

Xiao Yunjian raised his eyebrows, and asked Qinglin who was busy beside him: "Do I have one?"

Qing Lin was at a loss, but shook her head hastily: "No, the Divine Lord has nothing to do."

Xiao Yunjian spread his hands together: "See if you see it."

Princess Fuying curled her lips: "Yes, who in your palace doesn't worship you like a cloud in the sky, when have you not heard your words?"

Yan Chongyu's butt finally stuck back to the chair, lay down twisted, and together with Xiao Yunjian watched the gods and servants of Tingyun Palace busy.

I heard that dumplings will be made and Lantern Festival will be cooked at night, so Princess Fuying is planning to stay overnight in Tingyun Palace.

There used to be her room in Tingyun Palace.

She and Xiao Yunjian were childhood sweethearts, and Xiao Yunjian was slightly older than her by three years.

In the past, he could be called a brother.

Just now he lit the Kongming lanterns and put them in the sky, when he saw the attendant from the princess' mansion hurried over and whispered to Princess Fuying.

Princess Fuying's complexion changed abruptly, she chatted with Xiao Yunjian in a panic, and then left Tingyun Palace.

Xiao Yunjian winked at Yan Chongyu's back, and Yan Chongyu followed to find out what happened.

Qinglin put down her work, came to her and said, "Shenjun, don't worry too much."

Xiao Yun remonstrated, and when he looked back, he saw the couplet again, it was so dazzling.

He turned his face away: "Take it off."

Qing Lin obediently took it off, thought for a moment, and locked it in the depths of her cabinet.

When Yan Chongyu wobbled back, it was already late at night.

Qinglin was on duty at night, so he stopped Yan Chongyu and said: "The god has already fallen asleep, please come and report tomorrow."

Yan Chongyu looked around for a while, then sat down beside Qinglin carelessly.

His face was flamboyantly beautiful, full of amorous feelings: "Okay, little carp."

"Don't call me little carp!" Qinglin said angrily.

But even when he was furious, he still had a timid feeling.

He is an orphan of the Jiaolong clan.

It was also the little poor boy brought back by Xiao Yunjian during the Battle of the East China Sea when he rescued Ling Zhi.

When it was first picked up by Xiao Yunjian, it could not be transformed into a human form, so it could only be raised in the fish pond in front of the Tingyun Palace.

Over time, Yan Chongyu gave him the name of a little carp.

Yan Chongyu tilted his head: "Understood, little carp."

Qinglin was about to get angry again, so she heard Zhumen squeak, and was pushed away by divine power from inside.

Xiao Yunjian half-lyed on the beauty's couch, and snorted coldly: "It's so noisy, even if I fall asleep, I can still be woken up by you."

Yan Chongyu spread his hands and said nothing.

Qing Lin hurriedly explained: "Shen Jun, I didn't do it on purpose..."

Xiao Yunjian waved at them: "Fuying left in such a hurry just now, what is the matter?"

Yan Chongyu closed the door and said, "The new emperor of the demon clan has come to the Nine Heavens."

Qinglin helped Xiao Yunjian put on his coat.

Xiao Yunjian frowned, and hurriedly asked: "What's going on?"

"The devil emperor who was in the same rank as the eldest prince was cruel, and was murdered by the new emperor in the past few days." Yan Chongyu paused and sighed, "But his followers are still ready to move. The new devil emperor is going to Jiuzhong Heavens, one is to surrender, stop the battle between the two realms of Heaven and Demon for thousands of years, and recharge your energy to deal with the civil war. The other is—”

"What are the two reasons?" Xiao Yunjian asked.

Yan Chongyu replied: "The second is to marry Princess Fuying."

Xiao Yunjian said in shock: "What did you say?!"

Yan Chongyu cupped his hands: "Don't dare to say half a lie, every word and every word is obtained from the servants around the princess and the queen."

Xiao Yunjian took off his outer shirt and walked around on the bed barefoot a few times: "No wonder Fuying left so suddenly."

"This is not a trivial matter." He continued, "There has never been a precedent for this in the two realms of Heaven and Demon. Even intermarriage is expressly prohibited. What's more, marrying a princess from the Heaven Realm to the Devil Emperor is even more nonsense!"

Yan Chongyu also sighed: "The bloody storm is about to break out."

Qinglin just stood aside silently, obediently picked up the coat for Xiao Yunjian.

Xiao Yunjian turned around twice and said, "Let's talk about this tomorrow."

Yan Chongyu saluted Qing Lin, and was about to leave, he called Qing Lin's name again: "You don't have to be on duty today, you two will go with me to see this matter tomorrow. Qing Lin, early Go back and rest."

Qinglin was flattered: "Shenjun, I can save it, I will go back immediately."

Yan Chongyu pursed his mouth: "If you say that, it will be even harder for him to close his eyes and sleep when he goes back."

Xiao Yunjian waved his hands, making the two retreat.

In the early morning of the next day, the chirping sparrows woke up the entire Tingyun Palace.

The divine attendant entered the hall holding water and flowers, and changed clothes and hair for Xiao Yunjian.

When the comb hair reached the scar on his forehead, the God Attendant who combed his hair paused for a moment.

Xiao Yunjian was not angry either, he just said: "Comb some hair to cover it up."

After straightening the sleeves embroidered with cloud patterns, he pinched the cloud trick and rushed to the queen's bedroom.

The nickname is to say hello to the "mother" who raised me.

He glanced at Qing Lin who was following behind him, his eyes seemed to be sleepy, and he said with a smile: "Is it true that you didn't close your eyes last night?"

Qinglin immediately regained consciousness, and hurriedly shook her head.

Xiao Yunjian laughed it off.

When they arrived at the gate of Tianhou's bedroom, they saw the guard guarding the gate bowing to them, saying: "The Queen of Heaven and Her Highness the Princess are having tea and chatting with the Devil Emperor, Your Highness Fengshen, please wait a moment."

Xiao Yun remonstrated with a hum, and said, "I won't go in, just wander around in the garden."

The guardian god attendant seemed a little embarrassed: "This..."

Yan Chongyu raised his eyebrows fiercely, and said sharply: "His Royal Highness Fengshen is the adopted son of Empress Tianhou, if you neglect him, you are neglecting Her Royal Highness Princess and Empress Tianhou."

The guardian god waiter let go immediately.

Xiao Yun resolutely stepped into the gate of the palace, and the peonies that the Queen of Heaven liked most were planted in the courtyard.

Watered with Qiongzhi Yulu every day, the flowers bloom very delicately and dazzingly.

But he bypassed such a spectacle of prosperity, and looked at the scene inside from the small window——

The Empress Dowager stands at the top, and at the bottom right sits Princess Fuying with a wrinkled face.

And the honored position on the left is the new Demon Emperor Shushuang.

Xiao Yunjian glanced out of the corner of his eye, but saw a person behind Shushuang.

Dressed in white, she looks like a banished immortal, not a demon cultivator.

The man's figure was extraordinary, and his back was particularly familiar to him.

As if seen somewhere.

He couldn't help but move a few steps and look a few more times, but accidentally stepped on a flower pot.

The bang made everyone look in his direction in unison.

But he saw clearly the appearance of the man in white in an instant——

It's Ling Zhi.

But how could it be Ling Zhi?

The author has something to say: Hey, A remonstrates with himself!So the little baby who guessed Ah Jian came out and left a message yesterday, I will send you red envelopes

Qinglin is Xiao Tiantian, not green tea, he is doing it for his master and his god.

He has no idea what Ling Zhi is.

So this is a group article

Xiao Yan is the bamboo horse, and Ling Zhi is the heaven!

small theater:

Xiao Yunjian: I don’t go in, I just—beep beep beep

Xiao Yunjian:?Why was it silenced?