Linyuan Dengxian

After collecting the Golden Immortal Dew on the second day, Qing Xu went to Wensu Pavilion.

Since ascending to the Immortal Realm, the fatigue and soreness of the body, and the sorrow and bitterness in the heart have become clearer, not like a god, but like a mortal.

Wenshu Pavilion, glazed tiles, green pillars and carved window rails are solemn and elegant, and the inner dome is painted with hippo negative scripts and ink volumes, the artistic conception is indifferent and long.

There are a lot of scriptures and classics, and there is a table in the pavilion, on which is a set of endgame chess.

There is a couch in front of the window, on which a few classics are randomly scattered, and a cup of tea is placed on the low table in front of the couch, the tea is green and full of fairy air,

Qing Xu was taken aback for a moment, and reached out to touch it, but sure enough, he had already lost his temperature.

She should have been there last night.

Wash the tea set, organize the classics, and put them one by one beside the couch.

In that endgame chess set, the black and white chess pieces check and balance each other, forming a dead end game.

Chess is like a state of mind, so it turns out that her mind is not as calm as water.

For some reason, the corners of Qingxu's mouth couldn't help but curl up. She sat cross-legged in front of the table, concentrating on thinking, holding a piece in her hand, and gently put a white piece on the chessboard, and suddenly the situation became clear.

Why stick to one corner, look at the world, and be broad-minded.

The heavy and obscure emotions pressed on the chest, like a mouthful of stale breath, spit out lightly, Qing Xu brushed across the desk, her breath seemed to remain here, like the breeze and jade dew.

The handyman in Tianze Mountain said that there were not many, and that there were not many. Anyway, except for two pots of Jinxianlu, the water of Jinxu Pond and the new leaves of Biwu, the god would not bother. , don't care about anything at all.

Day after day, year after year, the same scenery, the same chores, and her same promise, never to see each other again.

Qingxu's heart sank further and further into the endless abyss, and a sense of desolation rose again.

She often sits on Guyue Peak, leaning against a tree, with her legs hanging down on the cliff, her clothes rolled up, and a wine jug in her hand.

It was the Qionghua dew that she had brewed herself, and dream spirit fruit was added in it. Unfortunately, the dream spirit fruit that can make people drunk for three years in the lower world is just drunk in the fairy world.

The mountain wind rolled up the clothes, and in the silent night, from a distance, one could see the faint light of the stars in the room in Wangyou Mountain.

The peach trees around that house were planted by Wuyou himself 300 years ago.

From peach branches to luxuriant branches and leaves, the peach blossoms are in full bloom. She often sits under the peach tree in black, with the petals scattered on her shoulders.

As we all know, peach blossoms are the favorite of the saintess of the Mozong. Whenever she sits under the peach tree, Qingxu knows that she is thinking of Xuanji.

The pain of the unfeeling Gu dissipated a long time ago, but her heart seemed to be in Ziji real fire, a dull pain, and she was already used to it.

The flagon was empty, and a rosy glow floated on her radiant and icy face, her eyes were reddish, and she remained silent.

The breeze blew gently, and the branches hanging next to it swayed softly.

She stretched out her hand, let the branch fall into the palm of her hand, grabbed it lightly, but it slipped out again, leaving only an empty palm.

A peach branch in front of me swayed, the buds at the top bloomed slowly, the charming fragrance drifted with the wind, Wuyou held the peach branch, and saw the peach blossom on the branch, blooming brightly and delicately, each one The petals are opening just right.

"This is probably the best peach blossom that bloomed in my Tianze Mountain",

Wuyou's fingers gently caressed the petals, and the petals trembled like a breeze, making the petals more delicate and beautiful.

"If I take you off and put you in front of the couch", Wuyou said softly, "I can see you every day when I open my eyes, but you can't open it for a few days",

She sighed softly, "How about blooming your most beautiful appearance on the branches, or can you always bloom undefeated?",

A ray of fairy power emerged from her fingertips and poured it into the peach blossom, and the petals of the peach trembled slightly, like a white mist, adding a touch of beauty,

And this bit of immortal power is enough to make this peach blossom bloom unbeaten for a hundred years.

After the peach blossoms bloomed, the Queen Mother of the West sent people to Tianze Mountain to deliver a post, held a peach feast in Kunlun Mountain, and invited the gods to go.

Wuyou didn't want to go, so he searched for a congratulatory gift and asked the descendant to send it.The greedy Jiang Ling took the invitation card and swaggered to Kunlun Mountain.

The Queen Mother of the West has always been highly respected, and those who receive invitations will not refuse to follow. Therefore, outside Kunlun Mountain, there are a lot of immortals, immortals from ten continents and three islands, immortals from 24 caves, and immortals from all palaces and halls. It is very lively.

"Tianze Mountain? It turns out to be the little fairy descendant, please hurry up," the fairy waiter bowed to greet him,

After the chubby figure walked away, he quietly said to the person next to him, "It's the god's beast after all, how could it grow up like that?",

"Pearls are round and jade-like, it can be seen that Tianze Mountain is pampered and pampered. Don't criticize behind your back. If you let others hear it, it would be wrong to offend that god," said Xian'e next to her.

Kunlun Mountain is full of peach trees, and thousands of peach blossoms are in full bloom. Looking from a distance, the sun is shining brightly, and from a close look, the falling flowers are colorful, and the sea of ​​cascading flowers is surging.

"It really is the Kunlun Divine Mountain, much more majestic than the few peach trees on Wangyou Mountain", Jiang Ling pouted, looking around furtively.

It is said that a small peach tree bears fruit in 3000 years, an ordinary peach tree bears fruit in 6000 years, and the best peach tree bears fruit in 9000 years.According to the identity of the god, the Queen Mother of the West should give a 9000-year-old flat peach anyway.

Jiang Ling lived in seclusion in Tianze Mountain with Wuyou all year round, and finally came out to let the wind go. Looking around with his narrow eyes, he looked like a bumpkin, and he had never seen a big scene.

"Excuse me, little fairy, where are you from?" asked a soft voice beside him,

Jiang Ling turned his head and saw a fairy in pink clothes and a soft shirt, and smiled, "Fairy, the little fairy is from Tianze Mountain",

"It turns out to be the little fairy from Tianze Mountain. I'm Gong'e Hongyun from Kunlun Mountain." Why are peach blossoms everywhere in Kunlun Mountains, but no flat peaches?",

Hong Yun snorted, and covered his lips with a chuckle, "Of course the flat peaches have already been picked and placed in the Xiantao Hall, and will be presented to the banquet later for all the immortals to taste",

Jiang Ling nodded obediently, "Thank you, Sister Hongyun, then I'll go give the congratulatory gift first." She looked around and went to Xiantao Hall,

Seeing a few immortals on many gold plates, each put a bright red and watery flat peach, full of fragrance and fairy air.

There are also several Xian'e who are holding fragrant mash and fine wine, which is fragrant.

Jiang Ling couldn't stop drooling, rolled his eyes and thought for a while, took out a little incense powder from his bosom, recited the fairy formula in his mouth, puffed his cheeks and blew it away, and saw the mist drift away, those immortals softened their hands and lowered their heads, closing their eyes. Eyebrows closed, he fell to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

Jiang Ling was so proud that he went forward and grabbed the biggest flat peach, stuffed it into his mouth, and drank it down with a jug in his hand.

Sweet and sweet, straight to the bottom of my heart, full of fairy spirit, really the best fairy fruit and fine nectar and jade dew, the eyes of the spirits squinted, and they danced in satisfaction, while stuffing flat peaches into their arms, ready to take a few for the gods to taste taste.

I saw a plump ball huddled in the corner, eating crisply, holding two flat peaches in my hand,

"Where did the fairy beast come from, sneaky! How dare you steal flat peaches!" He shouted angrily behind him,

Jiang Ling trembled all over, "Um...", his mouth was bulging, and he didn't have time to speak, when a strong wind came from behind his head, Jiang Ling barely resisted the immortal power to attack,

Her little celestial power was like the light of a firefly, she only received a heavy blow, and she fell away like a kite with a broken string.

Jiang Ling spat out a mouthful of fairy peaches, felt it was a pity, was about to swallow back, her throat was slightly sweet, and spit out a mouthful of blood, but the cold breath rushed straight into her body, almost freezing the blood.

The person who came was wearing a smoky purple gauze, embroidered with silver waves splashing the sky, auspicious and auspicious clouds, a pretty face slightly angry, and a phoenix crown on his head. He was the concubine Feng Wan.

Just as Jiang Ling was about to speak, a cloud of red suddenly gushed out from above his head, and the surrounding area suddenly became scorching hot.

Feng Wan didn't remember this little fairy beast that once appeared beside Shenjun, and when she saw that she dared to fight back, she was even slightly annoyed.

Only a shrill cry was heard, and a small phantom of a phoenix appeared in the red cloud, extremely weak.

Jiang Ling vomited mouthfuls of blood and exclaimed, "Xiaoyao!"

She turned into a three-legged Golden Crow with black feathers and red beak, and gold patterns emerged on her abdomen, and she slammed into Feng Wan fiercely.

A ruthless look appeared in Feng Wan's eyes, and she raised her hand to slap Tian Ling Gai.

"Tianfei, stop!", only to hear a low shout from behind, and saw a woman wearing a seven-colored jade crown, a nine-tailed phoenix hairpin, and a crimson brocade robe, about forty years old, majestic and majestic.

"Greetings to the Queen Mother of the West", Feng Wan withdrew her hand and held the salute,

After all, he is the master of Kunlun Mountain for tens of thousands of years, even the Emperor of Heaven will give him some face.

The Queen Mother of the West flipped her bare hands, restrained the three-legged Golden Crow in the void, re-formed into a human body, and fell down.

"Among the three realms, the only immortal beast of Tianze Mountain Taiyi is a three-legged Golden Crow. If you hurt her, how will you explain to Tianze Mountain?",

The Queen Mother of the West picked up the fallen Jiang Ling and handed it to Hong Yun behind her, "Take it to Tianze Mountain quickly, and explain the whole story clearly",

"Yes", Hong Yun took the Jiang Ling, turned and left with a worried expression on his face.

The Queen Mother of the West looked at Feng Wan, with a dignified expression on her face, "Even if she steals the flat peaches, that's my Kunlun Mountains business, when will it be Tianfei's turn?",

Feng Wan was at a loss for words, and explained, "I just wanted to teach you a lesson...",

"Tianze Mountain, for hundreds of years, that divine monarch has only had such a fairy beast by her side, and she is the one who protects the weak. Concubine Tian thinks about how this matter can be resolved," Queen Mother Xi said coldly.

When Hongyun appeared in Tianze Mountain holding the blood-covered Jiangling, Wuyou was furious!

Jiang Ling raised his face, clutched his stomach in pain, and said in a mournful voice, "Xiaoyao, God Lord, save Xiaoyao!",

Wuyou glanced at Hongyun coldly, that look was like a sharp blade of ice, which made Hongyun dare not look directly, and a sense of fear rose in his heart.

Jiang Ling's injury was serious, but she didn't die, but Xiaoyao's soul was almost blown away by Feng Wan Shangxian's real fire.