Resurrection? The white pigeon had some expectations in his heart, took a deep breath, and after calming down, the white pigeon asked tentatively: "Are you the legendary immortal?

The Great Immortal of the White Mist Phantom City smiled and said, "Let me be an immortal." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"We summoned you to this plane, resurrected here, of course. The Great Bird Fairy said.

"What? You summoned me?" The white dove was like a cat with its tail trampled, and all the awe of the so-called gods in his heart was gone, and the initiator he had been looking for for so long appeared in front of him! The white dove had found a source of vent for all the resentment he had encountered these days.

The white dove raised his voice and scolded: "It's you dead thing who summoned me to this place, I live well in modern times, summoned me here to suffer, and now you are embarrassed to resurrect me?"

Seeing that the white pigeon suddenly changed his face and scolded, this bird fairy was not angry, but said a little embarrassedly, "Little friend, don't be impatient, don't be impatient!"

"Calm your head a little! I don't want to be safe, you send me back quickly!" The white pigeon's resentment that had been pent up for so long could not be dissipated so easily, and he shouted at this finch fairy with his teeth and claws, if he hadn't been atomized, the white pigeon would have been eager to give him a few bites.

Yifinch Daxian also knew the grievances and anger in the heart of the white pigeon, and let the white pigeon scold with a smile, and the white pigeon scolded and scolded with a crying tone, scolding and scolding for half an hour, and finally felt a little tired, and sat on the ground with some exhaustion, feeling dry mouth.

Seeing that the white dove had stopped, the white mist waved, and there was actually an extra cup in his hand, and the finch fairy handed it to the white pigeon, and said with a smile: "Scold the thirst, come, drink some water." ”。 The resentment in the white pigeon's heart was almost gone, and looking at the kind eyes of the great fairy, he rolled his eyes angrily and said, "What do you want to do? I won't drink your water! lest you sell it and help you count the money." ”

Yiqi Daxian looked at the white pigeon with a smile, and said, "Little friend, if you don't drink water, how can you have the strength to continue to scold me?" You drink saliva, and listen to me slowly, if I finish speaking, you still want to scold me, and you have the strength." ”

The white pigeon also made sense when he heard it, and reached out to grab the water cup as if he was angry, and he didn't know what it was, like half a cup of transparent water, but it was shiny, revealing a refreshing fragrance, and the smell was already refreshing.

The white pigeon lifted up and drank it all, the white pigeon only felt that the water was sweet in the mouth, and was reluctant to swallow it in the mouth, the fragrance of the water filled the mouth, and the white pigeon felt that the whole body was instantly comfortable, as if every pore was breathing the purest air in the world, and the whole person felt relaxed from head to toe, and the heart was happy to fly.

How did the white pigeon know that this Ganlin dew was collected from the Nine Heavens Xuanbing, and it took three hundred years for the Nine Heavens Xuanbing to turn into a drop of water, and although the cup that the white pigeon drank just now was only one percent of a drop of water, it was already the maximum that her mortal body could bear.

As the saying goes: take people with short hands and eat people with soft mouths. No matter how stupid the white pigeon was, he knew that what he drank just now was by no means ordinary water, wiped his mouth, and said unsatisfied: "Master, please speak." ”

Master Yique's face suddenly became a little sad, and the white dove couldn't understand how such emotions could appear on the face of a fairy transformed by white mist. Yiqi Daxian looked at the white dove and said, "I know that you are from a country called China, from a modern civilized city. You don't have to look at me with wide eyes. After all, I am your summoner. ”

"Summoning people?" the white dove was curious about the novel name.

"Yes, to summon people. You are still too weak, and there are many secrets that are not suitable to tell you now, and I will tell you everything when you can see me again one day. ”

"The secret, the secret of my coming here?"

"I can tell you why you're here right now. It's not a secret, it's just a mistake. ”

"Mistake?" the white pigeon raised his eyebrows and asked in an unkind tone, the fire that the white pigeon had just extinguished, felt like it was about to start to burst out again.

"Hehe, it's a mistake. In fact, what I want to summon that day is a mahjong champion not far from you. The fairy said with some embarrassment.

"Mahjong champion, so I wasn't here in the first place, right?" the white pigeon raised his voice and looked at the fairy with a threatening face.

"Don't get excited, don't get excited, everything is fate, it's all fate. "A sparrow fairy hurry up haha.

The white pigeon reminded me of that time, and the Jinfeng Building not far from my home was indeed holding a mahjong competition. The white pigeon has the impression of being separated for so long because the white pigeon also encouraged his mother to sign up for the competition, but unfortunately the skills are not as good as others, and he was eliminated in the first round.

When I got off work that day, my mother and herself sent a WeChat message saying that today's finals, and excitedly said that the prize of the national mahjong championship this time was a house in the city center.

In this way, it's all the fault of mahjong?

"Actually, my original intention in calling him was also to hope that he could bring mahjong back to life in this era. As a result, our only successor in the world has limited qualifications, and we made a mistake when we set up the formation. I thought that my vein would surely perish. I didn't expect you to embark on this road by mistake, it's really immortal, I'm waiting!"

The white pigeon heard that mahjong would be carried forward, and he felt strange in his heart, and he wanted to laugh or held back. Thinking of the noise of the black miasma of the mahjong hall in the previous life, although some people are amused that mahjong is the quintessence of the country, it is just an ordinary person's pastime in most senses. Now it seems to be some great practice that is said by a sparrow to leave a legacy in the world for future generations to carry forward.

When the white pigeon became a mahjong master, he finally understood the true meaning of the sentence that is now carried forward, but at that time she was no longer what she is now.

Yiqi Daxian looked at the white pigeon with a smiling expression, and continued: "Actually, there are many meanings of mahjong that you don't understand, and it is useless to know too much now. I can only tell you that if you choose to resurrect and continue to preach mahjong in this era, you will have a chance to see me again. “

"What if I don't come back to life?" asked the white dove rhetorically.

"Then the dust is to the dust, the soil is to the earth, and the little friend should be turned into a handful of red bones buried in the loess. The Great Fairy said with a little regret. "I think your friend will bury you too. “

"Of course I know that if I die, he will bury me, and if I don't come back to life, I will naturally be reincarnated?" said the white pigeon.

"Speaking of sins, Xiaoyou will definitely blame me, because you are not from this era, so if you die here, you can only be scattered, and there will be no trace. The Great Bird Fairy hurriedly read, "Sin and sin." “

The white pigeon really wants to kill people, what is this, since the crossing, I haven't encountered a good thing.

"Then I'm dead. Anyway, if you are resurrected, you will still be called, so why should you continue to suffer and be burdened by the resurrection, and there is no benefit at all. The white dove said with a crying voice.

The calculation in the heart of the white pigeon has been laid, and he must not die. Since you are alive, you have to seek benefits for yourself, this stinky immortal hurts yourself to cross, and you still want me to help you do things without giving you any benefits?

When the fairy heard this, it seemed that he had already calculated what the white pigeon was thinking, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Xiaoyou, as long as you play mahjong well, the day you see me again in the future, I have my own way to let you see your parents." ”

"Mom and Dad?" the white pigeon suddenly became excited when he heard this. "You mean I can still see my parents?" said the white pigeon this time with a real crying voice.

"Well, maybe you can go back to modern times again!"