On days when there is heavy snow, the streets and alleys of Shendu are particularly cold.
Ye Xiaoxiang was walking in the snow and had arrived at the majestic city gate of Shendu. He suddenly stopped and looked back. How many times had he wanted to escape from this prison, leave Shendu, and Qianjin Yixiao Tower? Now he really wanted to leave. , but there is no sense of joy in my heart, but a little bit of reluctance.
It turns out that I am not as free and easy as I thought,
"Buy the 'Tianhua Binglian Worry-Relief Porridge' for five copper coins a bowl." From the corner of the street, an old man yelled.
The old man waved a big iron spoon and bought porridge in a dilapidated and old shed under the city gate. The porridge in the pot was already cooked, and the heat was rising up.
The cold snow was pouring into the shed, but before it could float into the pot, it was melted by the heat.
"There really is porridge to relieve worries in this world." Ye Xiaoxiang walked to the bottom of the broken shed a little distracted. Even she herself didn't know why she stopped here.
The old man was extremely enthusiastic. He put the spoon into the iron pot, wiped his hands on his robe, and said with a smile: "Girl, you are worried. If you drink the smallpox ice lotus porridge that I made, you will definitely be free from worries." No worries."
"How do you know I'm sad?" Ye Xiaoxiang stood in the snow, blinking her eyelashes, and snowflakes fell on her head and shoulders, accumulating a thin layer.
The old man said: "Most girls who are too beautiful have worries. Some want true love, but are afraid that others are just coveting her beauty; some want peace, but are destined to be harassed; some want peace and quiet, but are destined to be harassed by others. Freedom, but many people will not let her be free. The more beautiful a girl is, the more trouble she will have. If a girl is as beautiful as a fairy, then your troubles will be bigger than the sky."
Ye Xiaoxiang said: "What you said is not bad. I just want to study music and seek the most ultimate divine music in the world. However, the hustle and bustle of this mortal world always makes my heart unable to calm down."
"Why is your heart not calm?" the old man said,
Ye Xiaoxiang blushed on her cheeks and said nothing.
The old man understood and smiled and said: "He must have a sweetheart, haha. Looking at you, it seems that the old man has guessed it right. You have a sweetheart, but you are still worried, which means you are not his sweetheart. If you continue to be so persistent, It will only hurt yourself."
"This...I also know this truth." Ye Xiaoxiang sighed quietly,
"Now that you know it, you should understand clearly that instead of living for others, why not live more for yourself." The old man said,
"Senior means..."
"The way of love is bitter, but the way of heaven is joyful. Since you want to pursue music, you should get rid of all the burden of thought. Only when the mind becomes ethereal can the music become ethereal. There are thousands of ways. When you perform the music to the extreme , you can still become an immortal, become a saint, live freely and live forever in heaven and earth." The old man said,
Ye Xiaoxiang's mood suddenly broadened and he said, "Thank you, senior, for your guidance."
"Haha, they are all passers-by in this mortal world, there is no point in pointing them out." The old man said with a smile.
Ye Xiaoxiang said: "In that case, he is also my passerby in this mortal world."
"Of course it is."
Ye Xiaoxiang added: "I am also his passer-by in this world."
"To the extreme, to the extreme." The old man said: "If you don't experience the wasted time in the world of mortals, it is not enough to achieve the great road. Come on, drink a bowl of Tianhua Ice Lotus Porridge to relieve all worries."
Ye Xiaoxiang picked up the bowl of porridge and drank it before he knew it. The originally beautiful face became ordinary, and even the skin on his body became not so white, just like a man you can see everywhere on the street. an ordinary woman,
A bowl of porridge changed her appearance, and she was no longer so gorgeous.
"Do you regret it?" the old man asked,
"No regrets." Ye Xiaoxiang said,
"Do you still miss that person now?" the old man asked,
Ye Xiaoxiang touched his face and said: "Senior is right, my biggest worry comes from this face. When I lose my pretty face, I no longer have so many distracting thoughts in my heart."
The old man nodded and said: "When one day you can match the music to the way of heaven and become an immortal or a saint, your appearance will naturally change back."
"There are thousands of sages in ancient times, but a few of them can become immortals and saints." Ye Xiaoxiang said lightly: "If you can't become an immortal, how about becoming a saint?"
"Drown in the red dust."
"I understand." Ye Xiaoxiang left immediately, no longer feeling reluctant in his heart, and walked straight towards the city gate.
"Uh-huh."
Feng Feiyun fell from the sky and landed outside the tea shed. He looked around and was quite surprised. He muttered: "I clearly felt that her aura was nearby, why did she suddenly disappear?"
Feng Feiyun looked around and could only see a woman walking towards the city gate. What was left was the broken shed next to the city wall. In the shed, there was an old man cooking porridge, waving a pot and spoon and shouting. : "Buy Tianhua Ice Lotus Porridge to relieve worry, five copper coins a bowl."
Feng Feiyun recognized the old man, walked over and said, "Old guy, you just saw a woman with a stunning appearance, like a fairy descending from the earth, walking past here."
The old man smiled and said, "Of course I saw it."
"Really, where did she go?" Feng Feiyun asked,
The old man pointed towards the city gate and said, "That's it."
Feng Feiyun turned around and looked over. In the direction of the old man's finger, the woman had already walked out of the city gate.
Feng Feiyun said: "You old guy, you can't deceive me on purpose. I'm not talking about that girl."
"Then I don't know." The old man looked helpless and said: "By the way, I just had a guest drink a bowl of hot porridge at my place, and I haven't paid for it yet. Why don't you give it to her first?"
"Why do others have to pay me when they drink porridge?" Feng Feiyun said,
The old man sighed and said, "Because I know where the person you are looking for has gone."
"Crash."
Fifteen copper coins fell on the table. Feng Feiyun paid off the ten copper coins he owed him last time and said, "Let's talk."
"She has left and left the capital of the gods." The old man touched the beard on his chin and said: "You are not from the same world and are pursuing different ways of heaven. Her way cannot be restricted."
"Of course I know this." Feng Feiyun paused and then said: "I don't want to restrain her."
"To her, you are a bigger prison than the gods. Only by getting rid of you can she truly get out of the prison." The old man said,
Feng Feiyun was silent and said: "What you said is absolutely right. She should indeed leave. I'm just worried that she will be in danger and don't trust her to leave alone."
"You can rest assured that she is no longer beautiful and beautiful. An ordinary woman is always less dangerous." The old man said with a smile.
Hearing this, Feng Feiyun's mind moved and he suddenly realized. He suddenly thought of the woman who just walked out of the city gate. He glared at the old porridge cook and said, "You old stick, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Feng Feiyun turned into a whirlwind and chased away,
"Your uncle, I have told you everything, but you don't believe it yourself." The old man's voice came from behind.
Naturally, Feng Feiyun did not catch up with the woman and returned empty-handed. After returning to the divine capital, the old man who cooked the porridge was also missing, and the big iron pots were moved away.
Sometimes, if you miss it once, you will never meet it again.
The road to immortality is long and the mortal world is vast. If you miss it once, you will never meet again.
Destiny arises in an instant, and its demise will never be seen again.
Feng Feiyun was not disappointed. After all, this was her own choice. She would only be more distressed if she stayed in Shendu.
Heaven is ruthless, life is colorful, there are too many joys in life, and naturally there are countless regrets. After the world has gone through tribulations, just stick to your heart, there is no need to force it,
"Boom."
A group of Ouchi masters wearing dark heavy armor, riding iron-skinned unicorns, ran over from afar, rolled up snowflakes, and stopped in front of Feng Feiyun.
An old eunuch wearing Qingjiu eunuch uniform walked out of the jade sedan, holding a powerful scroll of golden beauty in his hand, decorated with dragon patterns, exuding domineering power.
It was an imperial edict written by Emperor Jin himself, and it contained an awe-inspiring aura of the Dragon Emperor. Many monks could not help but kneel down under this aura of the Dragon Emperor.
The manager of the East Palace opened the imperial edict and shouted: "By God's blessing, the Jin Emperor issued an edict. Noisy, God King Feng Feiyun immediately entered the palace to admonish me. Please accept this, Lord God King."
Feng Feiyun was the only prince in the dynasty. He could be like the three princes. Even when he saw Emperor Jin, he would not kneel down, let alone receive the imperial edict.
Feng Feiyun took the imperial edict and said with a smile: "Master Manager, why is Emperor Jin so anxious to summon me to the palace?"
Feng Feiyun sensed that something was unusual and planned to find out first.
"This... this servant doesn't know either." The manager of the East Palace didn't want to tell Feng Feiyun the truth, so he said like this,
"That's it, okay, okay, let's enter the palace now." Feng Feiyun was so polite that he sat directly in the sedan chair of the manager of the East Palace.
Although the general manager of the East Palace is still the head of the eunuchs of the East Palace, and the celebrities around the Jin Emperor are also unfathomable in their own cultivation, they still dare not compete with Feng Feiyun. After all, Feng Feiyun is still the God King, and one person is inferior to ten thousand people. above,
Even if the manager of the East Palace didn't say anything, Feng Feiyun could probably guess what the reason was, and it was nothing more than two things. One was the matter in the dragon vein, and the other was that he killed the leader of Gu Shenmen and led the Shenwu army into the city. To smooth things over for Qianjin Yixiaolou,
This matter can be big or small. Even if Emperor Jin could turn a blind eye, those in Dazai's line would definitely make a fuss about it, and even force Feng Feiyun to abdicate.
Feng Feiyun has no fear in his heart. Soldiers will come to block him, and water will come and earth will cover him.
This was Feng Feiyun’s first time visiting the imperial palace. It was completely different from the court he imagined.
This is a huge palace, with 360 seats set up in a circle. The center is covered with a red mink blanket, and in the center is the dragon chair of Emperor Jin, carved with gold and jade, and nine dragons. entrenched, nine feet high,
Below the dragon chair, there are four seats for the three princes and the king of gods, which are seven feet high.
The farther back you go, the lower the rank, and the lower the seat.
At this point, Feng Feiyun knew that officials from the Shenjin Dynasty could also sit down when meeting the Jin Emperor.
Not only Feng Feiyun alone received the imperial edict, but also hundreds of civil and military officials, three princes, nine ministers, eighteen princes, and some princes and princesses in power were also present. Even before Emperor Jin arrived, the scene was already very serious.
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I've had a cold these past few days. I was able to hold on to Chapter 3 a few days ago. Today I feel a bit serious. The injection didn't bring down the fever. I still have a splitting headache. I don't think I can even go through Chapter 3. Of course, I'll go out and get another shot later. If the fever goes away, I will try to write the third chapter. The writers are all people with high-risk diseases. I hope everyone can understand.
This month is really important to me. If I could write more chapters, I would definitely write more. I wish I could write five chapters a day, but my body can’t handle it. I guess that’s why I stayed up late and stayed up too many chapters a day with four chapters a day.
It is still very gratifying that I am still number one on the new book subscription list. This is all due to everyone’s support. However, I am chasing after the second place. Once Laojiu’s fever subsides, I will definitely work hard to update. I also hope that everyone will do more. Support, don’t let people blow your ass off at the end of the month. The new book list was only blown up on the last day. I hope the new book subscription list won’t follow in the same footsteps.