Mao Qing followed Si Ming Xingjun to the upper realm, and the first god he saw was not the Emperor of Heaven or a civil servant, but another white-bearded old man with the title of 'Si Lu Xingjun'.

Of course, it was not so much that Si Ming took her to visit this Si Lu Xingjun, but that Si Lu Xingjun killed him halfway.

"Why did you bring her here!!" Si Lu Xingjun pointed at Mao Qing, his face full of anger.

Si Ming Xingjun stretched out his hand and pressed it lightly, signaling the other party to be calm and not to be impatient. looked extremely calm, but the words blurted out undoubtedly added fuel to the fire: "Naturally, you want to bring it, Si Lu, are you angry and anxious?"

Qi and blood surged upward, obviously there was no wind, but Mao Qing saw Si Lu Xingjun's white hair almost explode.

Cautiously moved two steps out, and seeing that the two had no time to take care of her, they hid behind the stone pillar.

Secretly poked his head out to check, thinking that it would be rare to see a fairy fight, but he didn't want the two to talk calmly.

I don't know if it's far away or deliberately using the immortal method, Mao Qing pricked up his ears, but he couldn't hear it very really.

Standing boredly leaning against the stone pillar, tilting his head slightly, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't take his eyes off it anymore.

It turned out that behind her, it happened to be the favorite of Na Si Lu Xingjun, a pool of superb red lotus that was not found in the world, and there was only one place in the heavenly realm.

The pond is sparkling and the lotus shadow is rippling.

The round and turquoise lotus leaves are like duckweed, and the light smoke vines are curling in between.

The red lotus blooms, as gorgeous as the red glow on the horizon.

I know that it is just a pool of mundane things, but it is so beautiful that it is unforgettable.

And just when Mao Qing was greedy for this pool of red lotus, Si Ming Xingjun and Si Lu Xingjun had an extremely serious conversation.

"What do you mean by this, even though you have this qualification, just for no reason to receive a rabbit spirit with poor spells and about to face the third calamity, you can't help but say it, right?" Although Si Lu's face was angry, there was still some worry in his tone.

Si Ming saw that he was pretending to be unfriendly, so he just smiled faintly and said, "I have been an immortal for many years, how can I not know what you mean? The way of heaven cannot be violated, but if there is some reason, this ninefold heavenly que is not unreasonable." ”

Si Lu Xingjun was slightly stunned: "What reason?"

"Naturally, it's still that love calamity. Si Ming said lightly.

Si Lu closed his eyes, pinched his fingers, and immediately said in surprise: "You want to change your life for Mo Yi?"

"Nope. Si Ming shook his head, "But Mo Yi went down to the mortal world because of the love robbery, if he is not hurt by some feelings, where can he return to the upper realm again?"

"So, you plan to let that rabbit spirit continue to be his love calamity?In that case, why did you let her become an immortal and become your disciple?" Si Lu wondered.

Si Ming revealed a faint bitterness on his face, and muttered: "The so-called love robbery, the most abrasive thing is lovesickness, love and separation. ”

Si Lu nodded: "Understood." Therefore, it is for this reason that you promoted this rabbit essence. Although the road ahead has been paved, Mo Yi's life has been blanked, and it is still unknown how the future will go!"

"No! There is no unknowable! This catastrophe must be the result of that. Si Ming Xingjun spoke firmly, and seemed to have clearly seen the inevitable end.

Si Lu Xingjun's expression was solemn, and after a long time, he was relieved, and only said: "Human life is like a mayfly, everything is empty to survive forever, I hope Mo Yi can realize this time." ”

Speaking of this, he stood silently for a while before saying goodbye.

When Si Lu Xingjun turned to leave, a gust of wind rose out of thin air, the leaves were rustling, and the copper bells on the eaves of the court were tinkling. So, mixed with these ups and downs, it seemed that he heard Si Ming say very lightly: "It's just that for the two of them, these are a bit heavy..."

The footsteps paused, and in the end it was just the sound of the wind, and the figure gradually faded away.

Mao Qing looked at the red lotus while paying attention to the actions of the two star monarchs. In just a blink of an eye, Si Lu Xingjun had already lost his shadow, and Si Lu Xingjun still had a pleasant face, and slowly walked towards her. Hao Qing immediately rushed out from behind the stone pillar, thinking that this old man's feet were fast enough.

continued to follow Si Ming Xingjun forward, and it didn't take long to come to a small courtyard.

The mahogany plaque on the door reads the words 'Lotus Water Pavilion', and Si Ming Xingjun tells her that this is where she will live in the future.

Mao Qing looked up and down, the three huts formed a small courtyard, the courtyard was empty, but the walls were covered with maple vines, when the wind rose, it was like a clear wave in the pond, undulating and rippling in a circle, very beautiful.

She didn't want to be just a little fairy to have a place to live, although it was not magnificent, but it did not lose the fairy bearing.

The most important thing is that this place is adjacent to the pond of red lotus, and when the water mist is shallow, you can always see such a beautiful scenery as long as you open the window.

"The rules of the immortal family and the matter of returning to the immortal pilgrimage, I will let the 'Ruohua' immortal to teach you later, red tape cannot be saved, you can stay and take care of these things with peace of mind in the next few days!" Si Ming Xingjun commanded.

Mao Qing nodded in agreement, but when Si Ming walked to the door, he finally couldn't help but call him again.

It took a long time to squirm and pinch before he said, "That... When shall I go down to the mortal realm?"

Si Ming didn't even look back, but said lightly: "It's hopeless these days, wait until everything is done, and then you can go if you have me." ”

He immediately pulled away.

Hao Qing sat quietly in front of the window, and understood what it meant to be three autumns in one day.

Soon after, Ruohua Xianqi visited.

He was dressed in plain clothes, and his face was gentle, like a man like a brother.

He made arrangements with Mao Qing, and told her that except for this Tianfu Palace, she couldn't move around at will.

On the first day, Haoqing planted some peach trees in front of the court, asked Ruohua for some spiritual water, and it grew into a small peach forest in an hour.

On the second day, she saw that the maids and maids around Ruohua Xianqi were all made of clay, and she suddenly felt interesting. I immediately found a way to pinch a few mud figures. But everyone looks exactly the same as Mo Yi, but there is no heartbeat, no temperature, and they can't speak. Ruohua looked at these mud people for a long time, but he only felt very familiar but really couldn't remember it, so he didn't mention it to Maoqing.

On the third day, Ruohua took Haoqing to visit various palaces, although she walked for a day, she only met some immortals, it seemed that her grade was not enough to see the emperor or the queen mother.

On the fourth day, I went to the Immortal Envoy to get a name tag, I thought there was a title, but I didn't want to clear the two words. She hung the name tag on the edge of the bed, and suddenly felt that she missed him very much.

On the fifth day, she was lying on the table and writing, and there were indeed many strange things in this upper realm, and she was afraid that she would forget them, so she wrote them down so that she could tell him them later...

On the sixth day, Si Ming Xingjun visited again and gave her the immortal position.

Mao Qing looked at a white porcelain plate handed to him by Si Ming Xingjun, and asked very curiously, "What is this?"

"This is an immortal weapon. Due to the large number of celestial immortal weapons, it is impossible to keep them in a centralized manner. The Emperor of Heaven advocates decentralized management, so all immortals of all sizes are in charge of all kinds of immortal weapons according to their rank. Si Ming Xingjun replied.

Mao Qing blinked, not wanting this unsightly small plate to be an immortal weapon.

"So, what's it called, and what does it do?"

Si Ming Xingjun smiled faintly and said, "This is called 'Time Plate', and it is an immortal weapon that can rewind time for ten seconds. However, it needs to be broken before it can be used, so it can only be used once. ”

Mao Qing glanced at his mouth, and played lazily with one hand: "Originally, this function of reversing time was quite powerful, but this time is too short, and it can only be used once, so it really becomes meaningless!"

Si Ming Xingjun walked to the window with his hands behind his back, pushed open the window and said, "Since this artifact has been handed over to you for safekeeping, according to the rules of the heavenly realm, it is connected with your life. ”

"What do you mean?" said Haoqing looked at him with a frown.

Si Ming Xingjun replied very easily: "Since the artifact is there, you will be there, and if the artifact falls, you will fall." ”

His hand trembled, and Mao Qing immediately pinched it tightly at that time, and complained with some crying: "Why are you only talking about such an important thing now? And why am I so unlucky to be in charge of such an unbearable artifact? Si Ming you are really cheating on me!"

"Haha!" Si Ming Xingjun smiled very happily, "Don't worry." Since this artifact is in your custody, it has been sealed by your mental power, and it is very difficult for others to break it unless you take the initiative to use it. ”

"Huh~" Mao Qing sighed, and then put his mind at ease, "Isn't this thing the same as not having it?" others can't use it, and I won't be stupid enough to take one of my immortal lives to change it for ten seconds back, it's really boring!"

Hearing this, Si Ming Xingjun's face sank, raised his head to look at her, and said in a serious tone: "Since you said so, don't forget this sentence, don't be a stupid person when the time comes!"

Mao Qing looked at him blankly, although he didn't know what he meant, but he nodded slowly.

On the seventh day, he folded the peach branches and made wooden tablets. I polished my own ink, and I wanted to try to write something on this wooden tablet.

When I lifted the pen, before I could put it down, my mind was full of his shadow.

The peach blossoms in front of the court are fragrant, and the red lotus outside the window is slightly drunk.

Unconsciously, what is written on Jane is some affection.

Halfway through the rehearsal, Ruohua walked in at this time.

This fairy seems to be very idle, and he has come more frequently these days.

Mao Qing hurriedly covered up the wooden slip, and said hesitantly: "Why are you here?"

Ruohua squinted at the things that Mao Qing had hidden, and chuckled: "What's so beautiful, it's just some sour love poems, right?"

Her eyes dodged, and she immediately said perfunctorily: "Yes, there is not much to do here, so I have to write and draw boringly." However, if Hua Xian is like you, you obviously come and go freely, if you feel that the upper realm is boring, why don't you go to the mortal world to pass the time?"

Ruohua sighed slightly, and said lightly: "One day in this heaven, one year in the mortal world." Even if I go to the Nether for two or three months, it's only a few hours, so how can I pass the time?"

Mao Qing was stunned and muttered: "One day in the sky, one year in the mortal world..."

Suddenly, lightning flashed and thunder thundered in my head. She has been in heaven for nearly seven days, and has not it been seven years in this mortal world?

Seven years...

She stood up suddenly, ignoring Ruohua's surprised gaze and the overturned table, rushed out of the room, and ran desperately.

Nether, she's going to be in the Nether, he's waiting for her, he's waiting for her...

In the lotus water pavilion, the peach blossoms are still the same, and the room is fragrant.

The peach wood slip on the ground, lonely and lonely, the thin handwriting on it, is her unfinished half-acacia...