The furnishings in the small building were not complicated, and it was not a small world as Chu Feng had expected. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A small building is a small building, a simple and simple building.

At the entrance is the guest hall, with a central hall hanging with tables and chairs.

On both sides of the guest hall, there is a door leading to the inner hall, Chu Feng slowly walked into the inner hall, but now the inner hall on both sides is simply placed some vintage porcelain, potted plants, etc., in the symmetrical position of the inner hall on both sides, there are stairs extending upward.

Chu Feng walked up the stairs, and there was a "squeak" sound from the old wooden staircase, as if it was about to be stepped on, which made people's hearts tight.

Chu Feng also hesitated slightly, before he stiffened his head again and continued to go up.

The staircase takes a turn in the middle and leads up to the second floor and into the corridor on the second floor.

The corridor on the second floor is flanked by stairs at both ends, and in the middle is a door that is hidden and closed or not. Chu Feng walked to the door and asked to see him again, but there was still no response.

He was silent for a moment before he tried to push the door, which creaked open with a creak.

Chu Feng walked into the room, this room seemed a little open and spacious, a ray of sunlight also shone in through the transparent window, and above the central roof, there was a beam of light projected down.

The furnishings in the house are symmetrical and simple, nothing more than decorations.

Only in the center of the door, there is a wooden couch horizontally, and at the back of the couch hangs a scroll that seems to be a brocade painting, depicting a woman with a leopard's tail and tiger teeth, and a woman with a delicate face and a graceful figure, and a group of men and women led by a man of outstanding grace and independence meet beside a pool, drinking and talking.

Could this be the so-called Queen Mother of the West feasting on Mu Tianzi?

Chu Feng couldn't help but be slightly stunned, but his gaze didn't stay on the brocade scroll for too long, but fell on the huge wooden couch below the scroll.

A roll of brocade was spread on the couch as a sheet, and a middle-aged woman was half-sideways, covered with a roll of brocade, sleeping soundly on the couch, looking very peaceful.

The middle-aged woman was beautiful, incredibly beautiful, and although the years had left some marks on her face, she was still breathtakingly beautiful.

Even the traces of that time can't be described by words like vicissitudes, mature to describe a little old, and words like charming to seem too frivolous.

This kind of beauty is not only the beauty of the skin, but also a kind of beauty that radiates from the inside out, which is intoxicating and difficult to extricate from.

Even the most beautiful coral Chu Feng had ever seen was inferior to this woman.

This woman seems to be the embodiment of perfection, and even transcends the existence of perfection.

If there is only one and only immortal in this world, then Chu Feng will not hesitate to regard this woman as the only immortal in the world, because only she is worthy of such a fresh and refined title.

Is this woman the Queen Mother of the West with the leopard's tail and tiger teeth on the tapestry?

Unexpectedly, the legend is that the Queen Mother of the West, who is so vicious and half-human, half-beast, would be such a beautiful woman, I am afraid that if she walks in the world, the vast majority of men in the world, whether old or young, will fall in love with her and surrender under her skirt.

It's no wonder that the merry Mu Tianzi would fall for her, stay in the holy land of this demon clan, and even give up his own world.

Chu Feng hurriedly retracted his gaze, took a deep breath, and didn't dare to look at the Queen Mother of the West again.

He was afraid that if he looked at it more, he would be tempted by this shocking beauty and immersed in it, and forget the purpose of his trip.

He slowly put down Chu Zi'er, arranged for Chu Zi'er to sit down on the side, and then bowed deeply to the Queen Mother of the West, and said extremely humbly: "The younger generation Chu Feng has seen the Queen Mother of the West, and if he is disturbed, he also asks the mother to forgive the younger generation for the crime of disrespect." ”

Chu Feng also sat down as he spoke, not daring to look at the Queen Mother of the West, but turned his eyes to the brocade, looked at the Queen Mother of the West in the brocade, and said earnestly: "The junior came to disturb the senior this time, because he had a reluctant request, and begged the senior to allow my friend to take a bath in the Yao Pond, to remove the dead air that was deeply immersed in her flesh and marrow, and to save my friend's life." ”

"Although the younger generation doesn't know much about Yaochi, they also know that Yaochi must be the holy realm of Yaochi, this request is too presumptuous, and some strongmen are difficult. But the younger generation has no other way but to come and plead with the seniors. Although there is nothing in the juniors, the juniors are willing to give everything that the juniors can give to repay the kindness of the seniors. ”

Chu Feng paused, but he had already finished everything he wanted to say, and he didn't know what to say anymore.

The Queen Mother of the West's expression was serene and serene, and her skin shimmered like clotted fat without any change.

She didn't seem to hear Chu Feng's words, as if she was still immersed in her beautiful dream, and she didn't want to wake up.

Chu Feng was silent, and after a long time, he said leisurely: "Senior, junior doesn't know what to do to make you wake up, listen to the junior's plea, but the junior will not give up because of this, the junior is willing to wait here, until you wake up." I know it won't be long, maybe 10 years, maybe 20 years, but I'm going to wait. ”

Chu Feng held Chu Zi'er's hand beside him, inspected the situation in Chu Zi'er's body, and now that the true qi he had crossed for Chu Zi'er before had been eaten away by the dead qi in her body, and the dead qi began to impact Chu Zi'er's extremely unstable last wisp of divine consciousness again.

Chu Feng hurriedly injected his true qi into Chu Zi'er's body in a steady stream, rushed through the dead qi in Chu Zi'er's body, and rushed to the vicinity of Chu Zi'er's divine sense, reinforcing that wisp of divine consciousness for Chu Zi'er.

After all this, Chu Feng was already wet with sweat. It is becoming more and more difficult to strengthen Chu Zi'er's divine consciousness and resist the death qi, and if he repeats this reincarnation, it may not be too long, as short as three or five days, or as long as one or twenty days, and Chu Feng will no longer be able to resist the death qi that is so powerful that Chu Zi'er has already been hollowed out.

At that time, only death awaited Chu Zi'er.

This seemed to be mocking Chu Feng, because he had just said that he would wait until the Queen Mother of the West woke up, no matter how long it would take.

But the truth gave him a hard slap in the face, telling him that he didn't have that much time.

He could afford to wait, but Chu Zi'er couldn't afford to wait.

Chu Feng was silent for a long time before he clenched his cold little hand and said, "Senior, Zi'er can't afford to wait, she's about to die." I can't save him, I can only ask for your help. The senior in charge can't help me, and I don't have anything to interest him anymore, so I can only beg you, even if it's in exchange for my life, I'm willing. ”

There was still only silence in response to Chu Feng, a silence like death.

Chu Feng's hand tightened his clothes, he trembled and gritted his teeth before continuing: "Senior, I don't know how to impress you, I can give you what I can give you, if this is not enough, the only thing I can do is this." ”

Chu Feng dusted his knees slightly, and then knelt down, without hesitation, without hesitation.

He held Chu Zi'er's hand with one hand, clenched his robe tightly with the other, and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: "When I was a child, I wanted to cultivate, but they disliked my qualifications and were unwilling to accept me, my father knelt in front of the main hall for three days and three nights, until everyone fainted, and they were moved by my father's sincerity. ”

"If kneeling is really a kind of sincerity, then I can kneel down and kneel here until I am old, until the earth is old, until the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and I can kneel until you believe in my sincerity. I just beg you, give Zi'er a chance before she loses her last chance of life. Chu Feng's eyes were a little red.

He didn't feel humiliated by this kneeling, but he felt a little helpless.

Is sincerity really reflected in kneeling?

Chu Feng didn't know what others thought, but he really didn't think so.

If he really respects a person, then he will naturally have respect when he looks at a person's eyes, and if he respects a person, when he thinks of him, he will also have respect in his heart.

Even if it is a level gaze, or even a downward gaze because of its height, the gaze is looking up and paying respect.

But if you don't respect a person in your heart, no matter how comprehensive the etiquette is, no matter how serious the etiquette is, there will be no respect in your heart, and there will only be resentment in your eyes.

Even if his body has been humbled to the dust, it does not mean that he is looking up at the person in front of him.

But at least, now, Chu Feng was sincerely kneeling down to worship the sleeping Queen Mother of the West. Just like those ordinary people in the mortal world who kneel down to worship the gods in the contemplation of the universe and pray for protection, they sincerely pray for the mercy of the heavens, and plead with great respect for being given kindness.

Chu Feng knelt on the ground, then slowly bowed down, slamming his head to the ground, hitting the carpet of animal skins.

Chu Feng stubbornly repeated this action without pause, as if he was a person who was born to carry out this order, pious and serious.

Chu Zi'er looked at Chu Feng with a sloppy gaze, and there was finally some color in her dull eyes, her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to make a sound, but in the end, there was only a meaningless "ho-ho" sound, like a beast wailing.

The only thing that could see Chu Zi'er's thoughts was probably the two lines of tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, like pearls and diamonds with broken threads, "crackling" and falling all over the ground, as if she was feeling sad for Chu Feng.