mend the sky

Both Feng Xiyun and Yu Xiao are not noisy people - or it should be said that in this family, Yu Xiaoyao has always been the only person with this attribute.

So of course, after Yu Xiaoyao left home, this small family quickly quieted down like countless times before.If there is any difference from before... probably because Feng Xiyun is not here.

One month after Yu Xiaoyao left with Xuanzun Jiutian, Feng Xiyun went home to visit relatives.

This reason is very aboveboard, and there is nothing worthy of criticism at all.Even if you are a married woman, missing your parents is a long-term love, and it is normal to go home to visit relatives.

Miss Yuxiao sent off her sister-in-law with peace of mind. At this time, she never expected that after Feng Xiyun left, she would have to take over Feng Xiyun's job—it was still so annoying.Yu Xiao, who was annoyed by these chores all day long, felt that she was so busy recently that she almost wanted to split herself in half and use it as two people, one working and the other going to the teacher's lectures, the division of labor was perfect.

But there are still things I don't understand.

Doing the same job, why am I so overwhelmed and so busy that Sister Yun can relax and spare a lot of time every day to do my own small research?

Yu Xiao was simply puzzled.

And Feng Xiyun, who was teasing the little brother at Feng's house, could not know her doubts and troubles.

It is true that this time the idea of ​​going home came suddenly and violently, Feng Xiyun was even unavoidably controlled by this idea that came from nowhere, and almost left the Yumen family with urgency.But when he actually stepped into the house and met his parents, Feng Xiyun suddenly felt that this result was actually not bad.

"But you still hate my methods."

Ling Ji said so.

She is a very good-looking girl, with light eyebrows like autumn water, and jade muscles accompanied by the breeze, but unfortunately her expression is indifferent, with no expression, both her eyes and her tone of voice are calm - there is no wave, and one can't help but wonder if she There are also emotions.Feng Xiyun looked at her, and suddenly had the absurd illusion of looking in a mirror.

There is no other reason.

They share the same face.

"□□Thought control—who would like this kind of thing?" Feng Xiyun said as calmly as possible, not wanting to reveal too much emotion.

"Are you unhappy?" Lingji asked, the girl in the purple dress had bright eyes, and she looked really pleasing to the eye.However, this is just a thin layer of painted skin. After seeing through it, the very cruelty has also turned into twelve points.

Feng Xiyun didn't point out the disguise deliberately made by the girl with the same face as her own. After all, she just wanted to make her look pleasing to the eye.For some reason, she always had an unspeakable sense of intimacy with this girl.In addition, it is possible to accurately understand the girl's intentions under every word and every action.

She pressed her forehead, and felt that something was about to move under the flesh and blood.

Lingji saw Feng Xiyun's discomfort and asked her, "Do you want to remember?"

"Is this necessary now?" Feng Xiyun asked, she always trusted this girl—just as she believed in herself.Feng Xiyun clearly knew that he would not do anything unnecessary, if he did, there must be a sufficient reason.

And now——Feng Xiyun didn't know whether these reasons needed to be broken.

"It's better for you to remember, Xiyun." Lingji said his own words in a very calm tone, "I need you to help me with some things. If you can't remember those things, you have to explain them again. Otherwise, it would be too troublesome."

Feng Xiyun: "Isn't it more troublesome that I accidentally touched a taboo in the middle of the action?" Before closing her eyes, she replied casually.

At this time, Lingji's index finger had already touched Feng Xiyun's forehead.

very cool.

This was Feng Xiyun's first feeling, and in the next moment - the memories that had been deliberately sealed up and belonged to the little princess of the Record tribe, Record Lingji, all spewed out.

It's hard to describe what that feels like.Feng Xiyun pressed his forehead, feeling a little uncomfortable with the sudden influx of memories and feelings: "These are not what Feng Xiyun should have."

She pointed out this objective fact.

It is true that Feng Xiyun is a creature born of his own feelings and soul separated from Lingji. Since then, the little princess of the tribe, Lingji, has become a god of mending the sky with no heart, no desire, no sorrow, no joy. The female Lingji, while Feng Xiyun shouldered all the love, hate and joy that belonged to Lu Lingji.But, "I'm reincarnated now."

And the past life and present life have always been the last things that should not be involved.

This is the rule, and now Lingji, the goddess of mending the sky who respects the heart of heaven, is selfless and even more selfless, is the one who abides by the rules the most.

"I know." Ling Ji said in a low voice, "But now, I don't care much about it."

Feng Xiyun asked: "What happened?"

Ling Ji: "In this world, the road to immortality has been broken."

Feng Xiyun said: "This doesn't seem to be a very serious matter?" Wouldn't it be enough to repair the fairy road after it was broken?This is not something irreversible, and it is not worth Lingji to give up and let her experience all kinds of life, in the hope that one day she will complete her own idea, right?

Lingji: "It's not as you think." Lingji explained without any fumes, "The fairy road I mentioned is not the passage to ascend to the upper world as you think—it means that there is no way to reach the upper world in this world. Immortal possibility."

"This is impossible!" Feng Xiyun denied without hesitation, "The affliction is rich in aura, enough to support immortal gods, and the Dao realm is the best environment among the four realms—how could it be impossible to become a fairy?"

Lingji looked at her half body quietly, and asked her: "What do you think, what is needed to become an immortal?"

Feng Xiyun hesitated for a while, then tentatively replied: "Spiritual energy... and the comprehension of Tao. Without spiritual energy, one cannot cultivate, and if one's cultivation level is not enough, one cannot attract the test of heaven and earth—isn't that the case?"

"What you said is correct." Lingji said, "But the last step of becoming a fairy—that thing, no matter whether it is the Dao realm, the misery realm, or the other two realms, there is no such thing."

"Yes, but I said, in this world, the road to immortality has been broken."

Feng Xiyun frowned: "What is missing?"

"It's a bit complicated to say, but I'll call it true." Lingji said in a low voice, "Xiu Daoxiu is a real word, but there is no such thing in this world—don't you think it's a bit ironic?"

"You don't have such extra things." Feng Xiyun said.Even knowing this ridiculous fact, she wasn't too surprised.She pondered for a moment, and then said: "That is to say, here—this world, is actually fake?"

Lingji: "Yes."

"Illusion? Fantasy? Dreamland?" Feng Xiyun said several possibilities in one breath. Her knowledge may not be as good as that of Lingji, but at least before Lingji took the last step to become the second goddess of mending the sky, Lingji She knows what Ji knows, and she also knows what Ling Ji saw in the memory of Goddess Butian.

The goddess of mending the sky has a long life, and the development of Taoism in the Three Realms is even more prosperous. It is not uncommon to use illusion to create a world and then refine it into reality. Usually, the three realms use it as a standard for testing illusions. I don't know how many times I've met.Now that he has become a member of this "false world", Feng Xiyun is not surprised at all.

Lingji said: "I'm not sure yet—but it's nothing to worry about."

"Left and right, the result is the same." Feng Xiyun had already expected what Lingji would say next, they were the same person after all, even if Lingji was respected now, the way of thinking was still easy to guess. "I want to imitate the Goddess, do the act of mending the sky, and make the fake come true."

Feng Xiyun only cared about one thing: "Can you... hold on?"

The author has something to say:

This is Lingji's destiny (cross out)

Don't take your own nonsense settings seriously.