This is a secluded forest secret realm of the Chinese people, the buildings reflect the water, the smoke and waves are vast, like the treasure land of the immortal family's cultivation.

In the mirror shadow of the clear waves, on the platform of the water moon, suddenly a piano played the fairy music of Tianfu, like the stars falling scattered, like the tinkling of spring water.

"The silver lake reflects the moon and falls on the jade plate, facing the sky, the moon ginseng, and the thousand waters reflect a thousand Zen!"

This is a light and empty female voice, and it is very inappropriate to describe its owner as "like a fairy falling into the dust" based on this voice alone.

Because she is an immortal.

At this time, another distant voice sounded, hitting the sky: "You have something in your heart!"

"I've been practicing a lot lately, and my heart is often restless, as if a corner of my heart is missing!"

"And what do you know?"

"Neither she nor I are whole, because we shouldn't have been separated!"

"If you want to become a great road, you must have a choice! You are the most ancient and peerless person in the Qin family after my red jade. Your elders in the family hope that you will be able to preach with all your heart, break off the seven emotions and six desires, and pursue the highest peak of cultivation for eternity. In the future, you will be the second female venerable red jade of my Qin family, an unattainable existence for the creatures of the four worlds. The word love is too unbearable in front of the Great Dao, looking at this Quartet World, no one can match you, if you can make you cultivate the Great Dao, even if it is a chaotic secular family relationship, the family can cut it off for you at all costs!"

"But I'm going to get her back!"

"Why are you so stubborn?"

"I can give up all kinds of karma in the world, but I can't let go of her. She has become my mental obstacle, and if I can't get rid of it, I'm afraid my cultivation will stop here!"

The voice of heaven was silent for a long time......

"Well, though you are of extraordinary talents, you are always different from the way of this seat, and this seat is not to impose on you the way of your own people. You should practice your spiritual path according to what you want in your heart! All kinds of causes and effects have their own fixed numbers. Let's see how you move in all directions, messing up the red dust!"

"Thank you, Ancestor......"

The last wisp of fairy sound fell, and on the platform of the water moon, in the light gauze bead curtain, the shadow of the world-famous flower was gone.

When she goes, it must be Qiong Xian Yao's fall, and the fairy will be shocked, messing up the gentleman's scholarly platform, and pulling up countless lovesick strings.

......

When Ying Ziyu came out of the coffin with the white blue-eyed civet cat in his arms, it was already dawning for a long time.

Ying Ziyu crawled out of the coffin, holding the tanuki in his left hand and making a stretched motion with his right hand.

"It's raining outside!" Ying Ziyu said after glancing out the rainy window.

The white civet cat looked up at him in Ying Ziyu's arms and did not speak.

"Why did you become so well-behaved after sleeping with me?" Ying Ziyu said, holding her in front of her eyes and staring at the pair of pure blue eyes, "Sister Xi, do you remember who I am?"

After Ying Ziyu finished speaking, the white civet cat stretched out a paw and put it on his wrist.

Ying Ziyu thought she was going to scratch him again, so she shrank her face back, but she was reluctant to throw her out.

But she didn't scratch him, and her sharp claws were all hidden between her toes.

"Sure enough, I was obedient!" Ying Ziyu admired and relieved to hold her in his arms and stroke her head.

"In the future, I will hold you in the palm of my hand, feed you dried fish, let you grow meat, and help you find a soul!" Ying Ziyu said as he hugged the white civet cat and walked to the bathroom, "Now I'll help you come up with a nice name, just call it Lan Xiaoxi! Lan Sixi's Lan, small dried fish, Lan Sixi's Xi ......"

"What? do you like the name?"

"Oooh, I know you love the new name, but you don't need to scratch me!"

"Xiaoxi, come and brush your teeth!"

"Xiaoxi, come and wash your face!"

"Xiaoxi, come here......"

"Xiao Xi ......"

......

And when Ying Ziyu came out of the bathroom with the white civet cat Lan Xiaoxi in his arms, it had been nearly an hour.

Then Ying Ziyu put Lan Xiaoxi on his shoulder and began to fry her dried fish.

As a result, Lan Xiaoxi climbed directly to the top of Ying Ziyu's head and lay on her stomach, lazily watching Ying Ziyu prepare breakfast.

Ying Ziyu first fried a plate of dried fish for Lan Xiaoxi on high heat according to the recipe given by Lan Sixi before, and then fried a large bowl of noodles for himself, with sliced ham, bacon, chopped green onions and peppercorns.

Then Ying Ziyu came to the table by the window with breakfast in his hand, and Lan Xiaoxi on his head, one person and one cat prepared to have breakfast together.

After Ying Ziyu put the fried dried fish and fried noodles on the table, Lan Xiaoxi jumped directly from his head to the table, and ate a mouthful of cured fried noodles and a mouthful of spicy dried fish in a bowl and a plate.

Ying Ziyu opened the window, and a cool morning breeze with a few cold drizzles blew on his face.

The stone street in front of the tavern was damp at this time, and the houses in the distance were also smoky. Pedestrians on the street are holding all kinds of oil-paper umbrellas, wearing Confucian clothes like Yingzi fish, and their steps are light, coming and going in a hurry.

Today's Crescent City is shrouded in enthusiasm and festivities. The red lanterns of each house decorate the festive season even more.

Ying Ziyu was puzzled when he happened to see a mother and son walking under the window with an umbrella, only to hear the boy begging his mother: "Mother, it's finally the Luo Shen Festival, countless temples in the city are holding sacrifices, and the city lord also wants to go to the Wuwang Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings, and the streets are full of dragon and lion dances, beating gongs and drums, but it's lively! You just let me go out to have fun alone for two days! I have made an appointment with the rest of the school!"

At this time, I heard the mother's reply: "It's okay to play, but you have to come back on time to eat, and I will make roselle cake and lily soup at home and wait for you!"

Then the boy rushed out from under the umbrella, and despite his mother's call for him to come back and throw the umbrella, he went into the streets and alleys with great joy.

"Roselle?"

Ying Ziyu muttered to herself suspiciously, but when she saw Lan Xiaoxi, who was eating fried noodles and chewing dried fish, she hurriedly lifted her chopsticks and grabbed food with her.

The last big bowl of cured fried noodles and Ying Ziyu and Lan Xiaoxi barely managed to achieve seventy-three points, but he didn't have to taste the dried fish.

Ying Ziyu looked at Lan Xiaoxi, who was holding her belly round, and sighed: "If Ziyu starves to death, Xiaoxi will go with him!"

Lan Xiaoxi ignored him, and instead sat on the table with two front paws hugging the corresponding fish.

Ying Ziyu was cute by her, and said with a smile: "Do you want me to hug you when you're full?"

Then Ying Ziyu lowered his body and hugged her.

Lan Xiaoxi was about to roll her eyes in anger, so she added a gesture of raising her head and drinking it all on the basis of hugging her two front paws.

"Are you going to drink?"

Lan Xiaoxi nodded again and again.

Ying Ziyu walked to the counter with a strange expression, poured a pot of wine for Lan Xiaoxi, and then took a small bowl.

Ying Ziyu put the wine pot and bowl on the table, and said to Lan Xiaoxi: Drink!"

Lan Xiaoxi glared at him, pointed at the wine jug with her paws, and then knocked on the small wine bowl again, motioning for Ying Ziyu to pour her wine.

Ying Ziyu was helpless, picked up the wine jug and poured her a small half bowl, and then watched her bury her head in the wine bowl and lick it with her little pink tongue.

And as if feeling that the efficiency of drinking like this is too low, Lan Xiaoxi stretched out her front paws and wanted to take the wine bowl up and pour wine into her mouth, but she couldn't serve it at all.

So she glanced at Ying Ziyu again.

Ying Ziyu saw that she was pitiful, so he took the wine bowl and carefully poured wine into her mouth.

After all, she is not a woman as big as Lan Sixi now, and Ying Ziyu was afraid that she would get drunk and did not pour her a second bowl. Let her lie on the table to rest and start cleaning up herself.

After finishing the matter, Ying Ziyu wanted to go out to see the sacrifice activities held on the Roselle Festival or something, and by the way, he began to prepare for the search for the soul.

Ying Ziyu finished cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks and shouted at Lan Xiaoxi on the table: "Xiaoxi!"

The latter stood up after rolling around on the table, originally thinking of a run-up, but then jumped directly onto Ying Ziyu's shoulder with a graceful jump. But after trying it, she found that she had eaten too much, and the moment she left the table, she might be summoned by the floor and fall down on her back, so she only looked at Ying Ziyu with resentful eyes, and motioned for him to come over and take the lovely Lan Xiaoxi away.

Ying Ziyu shook his head, stretched out his hand and put his hand on Lan Xiaoxi's belly to carry her to his shoulder, and said as he walked: "You are too easy to raise, in a few days, I guarantee that you will become fat and unrecognizable!"

Hearing this, Lan Xiaoxi wrapped his tail around Ying Ziyu like a scarf and barked in his ear.

Ying Ziyu went downstairs, took a red oil-paper umbrella with peach blossoms, and went straight out of the tavern.

Walking on the street, Ying Ziyu smelled a faint smell of fireworks in the humid air, and he could faintly hear the sound of gongs and drums in the distance.

And there are many people walking on the street like him, all of them are wearing Confucian robes, although they are not as good as the workmanship and high-quality fabrics woven by the spider thread and fire silk on Ying Ziyu, but they are also poetic and elegant and antique when worn on the body.

This Roselle Festival seems to be a very grand festival in Crescent City, and the people you see on the road are all smiling and jubilant. Many people bow to each other when they see each other.

No, in front of Ying Ziyu, a girl wearing a goose-yellow full-breasted skirt stopped on the street and saluted him.

Ying Ziyu hurriedly stopped, turned to face her and hugged her fist in return.

Ying Ziyu saw that she didn't have an umbrella, and he himself just wanted to go shopping and watch the excitement, so he offered to go with her.

The girl saw that Yingziyu looked handsome like Luo Shen in the world, and really thought that she was lucky today, and on the first day of the Luo Shen Festival, she met Luo Shen and traveled to the prosperous city hand in hand.

"I don't know the girl's name?" asked Ying Ziyu on the way.

The girl bowed her head and replied, "My name is Wang Yuan, and I will be fifteen years old after April 4!

"My name is Yingziyu!"

Ying Ziyu replied, and then remembered that she also reported her age when she reported her name just now, and thought that this was a habit, so she also reported her age.

"I've already passed my birthday on April 1st, so I'm twelve!"

"Ah, so you're younger than me!" Wang Yuan said.

Ying Ziyu thought she was showing off that she was older than him, so she gestured with her hand to her height when she just reached her eyebrows and said proudly: "But you see that I am taller than you!"

To be continued