The first scumbag in heaven

He Honglin He Ergong from Furong Mountain in Nanyin Country is his fellow villager. 100 years ago, He Honglin traveled to Luo Jinguo as a teenager and made a wish at the Palace of Yisuan Xingjun in the capital, waiting for his arrival.

He Honglin was dressed in ordinary cloud brocade attire, like an ordinary believer, tied a piece of red silk under the wishing tree in the square in front of Yisuan Xingjun Palace, on which his wish was written.

Hydrogen helium lithium beryllium boron, carbon nitrogen oxygen fluorine neon.Begging for a flop. h

After writing this, He Honglin took the red silk and looked around, left and right, it was the Double Ninth Festival on September [-]th, and there were people everywhere, which is comparable to the Spring Festival travel in China.

There is no other way, I hope the arm is strong enough to hang it in one go.

It was in a ball, aiming at the treetop in front of it, but due to lack of strength, He Honglin ran over to pick it up with his head down.

Keep up the good work, good luck.He Honglin went to throw again.

Didn't hang up.He Honglin watched his red silk fluttering down, and hurried to pick it up without embarrassment.

I still don't believe it, I won't be named He if I can't get up today.He Honglin did not believe in evil and continued his great business of hanging red silk.

For a while, the believers around did not carry out activities such as making wishes and hanging red silk, but all looked at this young man who had never hung red silk.

A handsome young man, how could he be a fool.If you can't throw it on the tree, you can hang it near the tree. Even if the tree is full, you can hang it on other trees. There is more than one wishing tree in Xingjun Temple, so you don't need to hold on to a tree.

He Honglin worked hard for a long time, but he still couldn't hang it up. He stared at the wishing tree with his hips crossed angrily, full of resentment.

The Taoist of Xingjun Palace noticed the movement in the square and came to persuade him.

"Hello, benefactor." The Taoist cupped his hands.

"Hello, Daoist." He Honglin stopped his movements and returned the salute.

"There are hundreds of wishing trees in the backyard of Xingjun Palace, and the benefactor does not need to stick to one."

He Honglin said: "Thank you, Daoist, but I want to hang on the highest place, and I hope that Lord Yisuan Xing can see my wish."

The Taoist said: "Sincere heart is spiritual, it can be hung anywhere."

He Honglin wrapped his fingers with red silk and whispered to himself, "But I still want to hang on a high place."

"Daozhang, can you use some tools?" He Honglin thought that he knew how to control a sword, so it should be fine to send it up with a sword.

"Okay." No matter what you use, hang it up quickly.

Knead the imperial sword, hang the red silk on the hilt of the sword, control the flying sword to fly to the highest point, and then hang the red silk on the top of the tree, then call back the flying sword of life, stretch out a hand to pull out a sword flower, and the blade returns sheath.

The believers around and even the Taoists were stunned.

Mao!How can you, a cultivator, not even be able to hang up the mere wishing red silk, and play with them?

He Honglin clasped his hands together, closed his eyes and made a wish like a devout believer.

Fellow countryman, dear, ask for a flop, okay?

After making his wish, He Honglin asked respectfully: "Master Daoist, can I meet the host of this Xingjun Palace?"

"Okay, please come with me."

He Honglin and the Taoist went to the backyard under the different gazes of the believers, where the abbot of the hall was sitting in meditation under a ginkgo tree.

Hearing their footsteps, the host opened his eyes and cast a puzzled look at them.

The Taoist bowed to the host and said, "Master, this benefactor wants to see you."

He Honglin clasped his hands and said, "I have met the host in the first class of casual cultivators."

The host stood up, bowed back, and said, "Benefactor."

The host led him to a small pavilion in the forest, and sat down after mutual humility, while the Taoist who brought him went to serve tea.

He Honglin stroked the saber at his waist, and said: "Master, this junior wants to stay in Xingjun Palace for a while, please allow him? Of course, you should also provide the accommodation allowance, this junior will not cause trouble to the palace."

The host was puzzled, and said: "Why? Although my palace is within the capital, it is really not comparable to the Xingjun Palace in Yangxingshan, the capital. The benefactor is extraordinary, why choose a remote Xingjun Palace?"

He Honglin smiled slightly, and said: "The junior is waiting for someone. The Xingjun Hall in Yangxing Mountain is crowded with people, so it is not easy to meet with others, and if there are too many people, the junior will find it noisy."

The host frowned, thought for a while, and agreed.Those who dare not come have a good cultivation level, but those who practice are not easy to mess with!

He Honglin settled down peacefully, waiting for someone who might or might not come.He gave himself a month. If he didn't come after a month, he could leave. After all, his elder brother had urged him several times. If he didn't go home, his elder brother would come to him in person.

The autumn rains are continuous, and the autumn mood is fading.Half a month later, He Honglin welcomed the long-awaited people on a light rainy evening.

Dressed in white and black, his appearance is that of a traditional gentleman with a dignified righteousness, and he is a trustworthy person at first glance.

Holding a checkered umbrella, he walked slowly.

What's wrong?He Honglin propped his chin in front of the window, frowning and thinking hard, his gaze went from top to bottom, and then fixed on the umbrella he was holding.

Plaid umbrella?Has anyone brought an umbrella here through time travel?He Honglin's eyes widened, and he looked out of the window in disbelief.

The people outside the window naturally noticed his gaze, and the person under the umbrella gave him a smile. He Honglin smiled reflexively, and then noticed that the people outside the window smiled even more happily.

He walked to He Honglin's window, raised his eyes and smiled, "おはよう."

He Honglin blinked in a daze, and returned to him without thinking, "hello."

It was impossible for the two to be speechless and look at each other with tears in their eyes. He Honglin corrected his attitude and said, "Come in and have a cup of hot tea."

"it is good."

In the dense mist, He Honglin sat opposite Shui Qingqian, and the hot tea in front of them carried a light aroma.

He Honglin drank the tea in his cup, and moved his eyes to the umbrella placed on the threshold.With a hint of nostalgia in his tone, he said, "I haven't seen modern things for a long time."

Shui Qingqian took a sip of tea and said, "That's fake, I can make it out of anything I want to see."

He Honglin let out a cry, gathered his consciousness to look carefully, but didn't see that it was transformed by illusion, and thought that he is now the Yisuan Xingjun, who has already ascended, so naturally he can't tell it with his cultivation.

He Honglin was disappointed, and said listlessly: "No need, a fake is a fake after all, why bother to deceive yourself, but why did you turn into an umbrella?"

Shui Qingqian said leisurely: "In order to get to know you better, after all, if you are really my fellow villager, you will definitely have a look of surprise on your face when you see this kind of folding umbrella."

He Honglin nodded in agreement.

Shui Qingqian couldn't help laughing sincerely when she saw the dejected attitude of the fellow.He didn't expect to meet fellow villagers in this world of cultivating immortals, which really surprised him!

In the morning, when he was playing with Gungun under the tree, he noticed a bright spot of wishing light that was brighter than other wishes. He became interested, stretched out his hand, and a stream of light was displayed in front of him in the form of words. He couldn't speak for a long time, he just stood there, screaming anxiously.

He came back to his senses, looked at the text in front of him and laughed, hugged the anxious roll, and said to it: "It's okay, I'm so happy."

After writing down the location and waving the words, he hugged Gun Gun to find Zhenjun Xinyi, told him to take care of Gun Gun, and to go to the human world by himself, and try to come back as soon as possible.

Xinyi has a gentle and polite personality, and never asks or meddles with his Xingjun's affairs.

Shui Qingqian has never been back to the capital since his ascension, so after a lot of work, he finally found the location of his fellow villager in the evening.

The spiritual power turned into an umbrella, and then Shui Qingqian rolled his eyes and used illusion to transform the umbrella into a modern checkered umbrella. A smile appeared on his lips, looking forward to seeing this umbrella from fellow villagers.

It must be fun!

As he expected, when He Honglin saw the umbrella he was holding, his eyes straightened, and he stared blankly, which was very interesting.

Shui Qingqian played with the teacup and said, "I really didn't expect that in this world, I can still meet people who have time-traveled. How lucky I am!"

He Honglin came to his senses and said: "Yes, when I received some modern products in Nanyin Country, I thought they were made by people in this world by mistake. It wasn't until I came to Luo Jinguo that I really confirmed that there are people like me. people."

Shui Qing smiled lowly, and said: "Socialist values, I use them to become enlightened, and I can quickly become a star king of Yisuan. It has helped me a lot."

He Honglin added: "And you can call people from the same world."

Shui Qingqian nodded, agreeing with what he said.He also had this desire when he proposed it at the beginning, hoping that people from the same world could see it and come to him.

No matter how good the world is, he still misses the country he loves deeply. Although it is not perfect, the blood passed down from generation to generation makes him love it instinctively.

Now, there is someone from the same world and the same country as him, and he feels happy for no reason, and the thoughts and nostalgia that he has nowhere to tell finally have a home.

They each introduced their previous lives, and after they finished speaking, they found that it was a coincidence that they were bitter students from the same city and a university in the capital, but the difference was that Shui Qingqian was a social dog who had graduated and stepped into society, while He Honglin is a freshman.

After introducing each other and sympathizing with themselves, they both looked at each other and smiled silently.Then I started to complain about the past and miss all kinds of things.

As the sky was getting darker, He Honglin used his spiritual power to light up the lamp, and continued to talk to Shui Qingqian about the modern dramas and novels he hadn't finished chasing. Unfinished resentment.

They chatted from dark to dawn, and then they stopped talking. Although He Honglin was not thirsty, he still replenished water habitually. He picked up the tea set, boiled water with spiritual power, and poured a cup of tea for himself and the water. for tea.

"A bosom friend in the sea is like a neighbor at the end of the world." He Honglin said: "Now I know what a bosom friend means, dear, it is a great blessing in my life to know you."

"I agree." Shui Qing said with a slight smile, "I haven't said so much in a long time, Hong Lin, thank you."

His appearance was born out of a shell. In order to reduce his troubles, he used illusion to cover up his appearance, making his face exactly the same as the original one, covering up the charming temperament inherent in his appearance, and appearing righteous and awe-inspiring. But once he smiled sincerely, the innate charm and allure would inevitably leak out.

He Honglin patted his head in embarrassment, and said, "It should be, distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors."