Chunyin

The drizzle moistens the spring mountains, the forests are stacked, and the surrounding greenery is thick.The white crane passed through the lead-gray clouds and the dark green forest, and flew closer. Its wings whipped up a fine wind, and after flying around the pavilion twice, it landed on the soft fallen leaves in the forest.

I looked at the crane parked in front of me. In the forest shrouded in dense fog, he was completely white, with a little cinnabar on his head, and thick ink around his tail feathers. He stood there in a fairy posture, very outstanding.The white crane folded its wings, lowered its neck, and asked the person hanging on his neck to come down, which is considered polite.

But Fu Huan—of course I know that this person is not Fu Huan, or not just Fu Huan—clung to Bai He's neck without letting go, and was dragged off by Zhao Chu.Zhao Chu said: "Tu Zejun, here we come, the god you want to meet is up there."

I saw Fu Changting slipping off the crane, and the two battles on the ground slowed down for a long time, Fang let go of Zhao Chu, cupped his hands and said in thanks, "Thank you, Xiangu."

Zhao Chu was speechless: "What kind of aunt, you have already said that my name is Zhao Chu."

Fu Changting ignored her, turned around again, raised his head and bowed upstairs, and said, "Lu Yunxiu is a monk in the Wuyou Mountain of Dongzhou, and I hope all the immortals will not take offense if he strayed into the Immortal Island this time. "

It is indeed the same face as Fu Huan, and it is indeed a person who is completely different from Fu Huan.I frowned, and felt something was wrong in my heart—probably because I was used to seeing this deep and dignified face, so I really couldn't understand his sincerity and fear.

Mr. Canglan was walking down the stairs slowly to welcome the guests.

Gou Mang walked up to me, leaned on the railing and looked down, the God Lord Chun Mu bent Fu Changting's waist even more.After Lord Canglan went down the stairs for a long time without seeing anyone, Gou Mang couldn't help but tell me, "Isn't Canglan weird? Others have ascended to the fairy queen and wish they wouldn't leave even a shadow of a mortal. Fortunately, he lives like a normal person on this island."

I saw the layout of the island along the way, and I was quite impressed, and said: "Maybe Canglan Immortal Lord thinks it is better to be a mortal."

It's just that how can a mortal have the ability to call the wind and call the rain?This is very different.

When the god heard it, he took it seriously, and asked again: "Is it so good to be a mortal? Asking people to practice hard to become a Buddha for nine lives, and to go to reincarnation?"

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the word reincarnation, and I turned to him and asked, "Dongjun, who is Lu Yunxiu?"

But Gou Mang asked again: "Since the mortal world is so good, why are you unwilling to reincarnate this time?"

I choked up when I was asked, and said, "He's honey, I'm arsenic. Everyone lives their own lives."

Jumang thought deeply when he heard the words.

I asked again: "Which life is Lu Yunxiu in?"

But Gou Mang pondered and said: "It's no wonder. It's a chance that Canglan ascended to immortality. Before becoming immortal, he was an idle prince in the mortal world. After becoming immortal, he wandered all day long. He never suffered any hardship. I'm afraid it seems to him There really is no difference between being a god and being a human—but," Gou Mang thought of something, paused for a while, and Fang said to himself again, "That person didn't have such a good life in the ninth world of the mortal world. I see him entering reincarnation. Every time, they are some tragic fates, how can the mortal world be so good that people suffer and become addicted..."

I am speechless:"……"

Another question and answer.

I asked twice without an answer, and I lost interest, so I stopped talking.

After Fu Huan and Cang Lan went back and forth to salute several times, Cang Lan led them upstairs together.Zhaochu climbed the stairs impatiently, turned up the stairs a little toe first, and after meeting with Guangling, he saw to me that his expression was quite different from before.Surprised and curious, she came up to me, petted me like a cat, and said, "I said, why are you in the triple sect? So you are Izumo."

I didn't know how to answer for a while, and said, "I didn't think of it either."

Zhao Chu said, "How come you don't remember anything?"

Me: "... To be honest, I want to know too."

Zhao Chu said, "Have you even forgotten the god?"

I was choked up by the question again, and subconsciously glanced at Guangling.Guangling sat in the same place from the beginning to the end without moving his buttocks. When he heard Zhaochu's words, he looked over, and his four eyes met.

—So I am Izumo.

——how could I forget everything?

—Even you forgot.

According to Chu's questioning sentence, he punished his heart.In the final analysis, it is to ask how Izumo became Liang Lanyu?In the final analysis, who is Liang Lanyu?All the past events that I know and don't know are chasing and biting me viciously. If Liang Lanyu doesn't want to be that little dragon, what else can he do?

Seeing that I was silent, Zhao Chu wagged his tail and said to Guangling again: "If it's me who has lost my soul, I will definitely not forget Shenjun!"

Jumang knocked her on the head and said, "Don't be a good boy. Even if you say that, he won't accept you as an apprentice."

There was a sound of voices at the stairway. I looked in the direction of the person, and my heart palpited for no reason. I couldn't help but grabbed the railing and took a step back.As that person approached, it seemed that something was about to come out, as if the past that I had forgotten, the truth of several lives, was walking up the stairs step by step, and came to me.

I felt numbness in my fingertips, so I took a deep breath quietly. The damp and cold air of Yingzhou Island swirled around in my body, arousing a secret shudder, and I still spit it out wet and cold.I am not unfamiliar with the feeling that my hands and feet are numb with fear, but my limbs are trembling with anticipation.I have experienced it many times on Fu Huan, and now they haunt me like immortal ghosts.

When Fu Changting was young—I mean before the Dingguohou Mansion fell and Fu Changting took power alone—he was quite a watertight person, and he seldom made flaws in his words and deeds. He had worn that mask of modesty and elegance for a long time. , It grows on the face, and when it is torn off, it will inevitably be bloody.

Mr. Fu, who has torn off his mask and changed beyond recognition from Zhongshushe, has strong desires and special hobbies. He never does what should be done in bed.Often when I retreat from court, I will give me a gloomy look, and then I will draw the corner of my lips in a dark way, so I know that if I am not in the pavilion today, I will be in the Hanlin.He loves these bookshelf-lined, dignified places.

He loves to be in front of countless sages and sages for thousands of years, and in many invisible frames, to be two intercourse animals with me in broad daylight.