Pavilion Master, you have been contracted by me!

Ziqing fell asleep.

When he woke up, it was evening, Ziqing opened his eyes, and saw a pair of dark eyes looking straight at him, which shocked him.

Suddenly someone pushed the door and entered, before Ziqing could react, the person lying beside her was thrown off the bed.

The Immortal Venerable Yumeng stood by the bed, staring at Ziqing, his usually gentle face was covered with cold air, as if he was angry.

Yumeng was clearly looking at her, but Ziqing felt that his eyes were not on her.

That fell on the ground and let out a violent cough, then slowly got up, wiped off the dust on his body, and said coldly: "You think I didn't die fast enough?"

Xianzun's hands were clenched into fists, a trace of fatigue appeared on his handsome face, he closed his eyes, and opened them after a while: "Don't get close to him."

The man let out a sharp laugh: "Is it like a treasure before we get married?"

"Yu Zhui!" Yumeng called out coldly.

Yu Zhui glared at Yumeng, turned around and walked out, his thin back looked very glaring.

After Yu Zhui left, the Immortal Venerable sat down beside Ziqing's bed, the fatigue just now disappeared, and said gently: "Is this place okay?"

Immortal Venerable Yumeng, no matter what is in his bones, he looks like a gentle and elegant person on the outside.

But when this tenderness was applied to her, Ziqing felt horrified: "Very good."

"Thousands of cultivators in the world of immortal cultivation, only the higher the spiritual vein, the stronger the spiritual energy, and the easier it is for thousands of cultivators to cultivate. Before the spiritual vein, love seems insignificant, so don't blame the emperor." Yumeng said.

Ziqing nodded obediently.

Xianzun seemed a little absent-minded, and left after greeting a few words.

"It's a pity that thousands of cultivators are nothing in front of me." Ziqing buried her face in her palms, then gritted her teeth and said, "Di Qi!"

When Ziqing raised her head again, her face became cold and hard.

Zi Qing practiced his kung fu with his legs crossed, and many spirit butterflies floated out from the palm of his hand, and flew out from the window.

Life is difficult, but looking back, it feels even more insignificant.

The closer to September [-]th, Ziqing became more and more uneasy.

Reluctantly.

Ziqing had a dream.

In the dream, there were red silk everywhere, and the red silk wrapped around him so tightly that he couldn't breathe.Many people around him came and went, but they all just looked at him and smiled, and passed away with a smile.

The red silk became tighter and tighter, and suddenly someone walked in front of him.

The man was wearing a bright red robe, his long black hair was tied up, his face was like a crown jade, and he was unparalleled in beauty.

Ziqing stared at him blankly, and couldn't help admiring: "It's so beautiful."

The man didn't seem to hear clearly, and moved closer to him, obviously still expressionless, but Ziqing felt that he was smiling.

"What did you just say?" the man asked.

Ziqing suddenly became flustered, but couldn't utter the words just now, so she said indiscriminately, "Why are you dressed like this?"

"Get married." The man gave Zi Qing a doting look.

"marriage?"

The man untied the red silk on his body layer by layer, and Ziqing realized that he was also wearing a bright red robe.

Ziqing suddenly raised her head, narrowed her eyes, and there was a smile in them.

"Get married!" Ziqing muttered.

Suddenly, the person in front of him disappeared, and the red robe on his body also disappeared.

Ziqing opened her eyes, touched her chest in a daze, only to realize that it was a dream.

Ziqing clenched his hand into a fist and put it in his mouth, biting it numbly, and stayed like this until dawn.

September [-]th, the weather was fine.

Ziqing's spirit was strangely good, and when he walked to the door, he sank into his dantian, and shouted, "Yu Zhui!"

After Ziqing shouted, she went back to the house and ate the cakes on the table mouthful.

When the last piece of pastry was eaten, footsteps finally came from behind.

Yu Zhui seemed to be getting more haggard, and looked at Zi Qing impatiently: "You really deserve to die for disturbing people's dreams."

Ziqing rubbed her chubby belly: "I'm full, I'm willing to lead my death."

Yu Zhui sat down on the stool opposite Ziqing, propped his chin, and looked at him with a gloomy face.

"I want to see the emperor." Zi Qing said.

"What do I do?"

"Help me out of Ziguan Mansion." Zi Qing said.

The outside of Ziguan mansion is full of formations, and going out without the permission of the immortal is courting death.

"How can I be so capable?" Yu Zhui chuckled.

Ziqing stared at him closely: "You have. How can one of the four elders under Xianzun be incompetent?"

Of the four elders, the last one's name, surname, skill, and where he lives are unknown, and Yu Zhui is a magical existence in this Ziguan mansion, so Ziqing guessed.Who knows that Yu Zhui didn't refute.

Yu Zhui's face turned cold, and he stared straight at Ziqing.The four eyes met, and no one moved away.

After a long time, Yu Zhui stood up and walked out: "Follow me."

Yu Zhui chose a small path, the man looked haggard, but in fact he was agile, and without breaking the formation, he quietly led Zi Qing out of Ziguan Mansion.

Yu Zhui took out a gourd from his bosom and handed it to Ziqing: "Take this gourd and walk against the wind."

Ziqing took it: "Thank you."

The moment Zi Qing turned around, Yu Zhui suddenly thrust a needle into Zi Qing's hand.

The sharp pain disappeared in a flash, and Ziqing looked at her palm suspiciously.

"If you escaped, wouldn't Yumeng have skinned me. The needle is on you, no matter where you are, I will know." After Yu Zhui finished speaking, his figure disappeared.

It was noon when we arrived at Chengtian Pavilion.

The appearance of Ziqing, the little attendant of Emperor Qi, is naturally known to the doorkeeper.

Ziqing walked in swaggeringly, but no one stopped her.

Ziqing went directly to the main hall, and when Su Tang saw him, his smiling face was full of astonishment: "You...you..."

"Stuttered?" Ziqing raised her eyebrows.

"You...you stutter, aren't you in Ziguan Mansion?!"

"Isn't it normal for my mother's family this time?"

Ziqing left a word and walked inside.

But when she stepped into the main hall, Ziqing suddenly fell down.

He walked in cautiously, and when he saw the straight figure, his heart skipped a beat.

The man stood there straight with his back to Ziqing, seeming to have a sense of loneliness.

Ziqing walked over and hugged the man from behind.

"Emperor..."

Di Qi's body froze for a moment, but he didn't break free, allowing the person behind him to hold him.

It took a long time before Ziqing let him go, and stared at Di Qi with wide eyes, the sockets of which turned red.

Di Qi turned around and glanced at him expressionlessly: "Why are you here?"

Ziqing grabbed Diqi's hand, sniffed and said, "I miss you."

Diqi gasped for breath, his face loosened for a moment, and he would soon return to his expressionless expression. He wanted to shake off Ziqing's hand, only to find that he was grasping very tightly, as if he was about to break his bones Like.

"You have the evil spirit of the earth on your body, don't run around, I will send you back to Ziguan Mansion." Diqi said.

Ziqing's expression changed suddenly, and he roared, "Di Qi!"

Diqi was taken aback by his roar.

Ziqing let go of his hand, suddenly hooked his neck, stood on tiptoe, and planted a kiss on his somewhat pale lips.

The soft feeling is fleeting.

Ziqing buried her head in front of his chest, listened to the steady beating of the heart, rubbed against it, and said affectionately, "Don't you miss me?"

Di Qi clenched his fists tightly, and couldn't bear to push him away after all.

Ziqing stretched out her hand, landed on Diqi's chest, and said softly, "Diqi, you like me."

"So what?" Di Qi finally spoke, his throat extremely dry.

Ziqing suddenly laughed softly, a little coldly, laughing so frightened.

"Yeah, so what, after all, it can't reach the immortal veins."

Ziqing let go of Di Qi suddenly, his arms were empty, Di Qi felt lost.

Zi Qing looked at Di Qi with those red eyes, and said mockingly: "Di Qi, you are so pitiful."

Di Qi stood there dumbly, didn't look at Zi Qing, and looked at a place with no expression on his face.

"Worse than me." Ziqing continued, then buried her head in her arms and said hoarsely, "No, I'm more pitiful. I can't help myself because I can't help it. This pitiful thing has fallen on me. "

Ziqing put her head on the table, looked at the glass full of water in front of her, and stopped talking.

One sat and the other stood, and it took a long time like this.

Ziqing stood up suddenly: "It is said that yin and yang are in harmony, but for thousands of years, the two worlds of immortals and demons have been in balance, and the evil spirit of the earth will destroy this balance."

Di Qi did not speak.

Ziqing looked at Diqi pitifully, and pleaded in her voice: "So, why don't you let this marriage go?" There was a layer of mist in his dark eyes.

"Doesn't the demon world want this evil spirit every day?" Di Qi said expressionlessly.

Immortals and demons ebb and flow, and enmity cannot be resolved without fighting.

Ziqing sat back on the chair dejectedly.

Diqi came over and stroked his hair lightly.

Ziqing looked up at him, and said softly, "Diqi, I will give you one night. If you insist on doing this tomorrow, I will return to Ziguan Mansion immediately."

"it is good."

This was the last chance he gave Di Qi, and it was also the last chance he gave himself.

If Di Qi still insisted on letting him marry the Immortal Venerable, then his heart will be completely dead, and he will never see each other again, even if he does, it will be like a stranger.

Di Qi picked Zi Qing up, and the two sat on the bed, embraced each other and fell asleep. The night passed, and neither of them fell asleep.

On September [-]th, Ziqing got up, cleaned up, and tidied herself up. The decadence of last night was swept away, adding a bit of coldness to her whole body.

"I'll comb your hair for you." Zi Qing said, and pulled Di Qi up to sit in front of the mirror.

Ziqing combed the three thousand black hair carefully, and then