Originally, the third child wanted to follow Ju Buyang to Kyoto, but now that he heard Bi Xiaotian say that Qingzhou was in trouble, he was embarrassed to leave.

Although he is just a small fairy child, he is not ranked among the immortals and Taoists, but in the past thousand years in the world, he has also regarded himself as a mortal and understood the meaning of taking on morality.

And Mi Xiaobei also wants to go to Kyoto.

Mei Ji must have gone to Kyoto, and if Mi Xiaobei wants to find out the secret of the underwater palace of the Qingshui River, he must go to Mei Ji.

At present, Mi Xiaobei has not the ability to dive into the abyss under the water.

He wondered why there were gods and fairies in that palace, and there were twelve gold-armored guards, and what secrets were hidden in the palace?

But even if you go to Kyoto, you may not be able to find Miki in a hurry.

The second son born to Miki a thousand years ago was a high-ranking official in Kyoto. Mei Ji went to Kyoto, naturally to go to her son, how could an ordinary person get into the mansion of a prominent official?!

Mi Xiaobei has always thought that he is very ordinary, but he doesn't know that he is no longer an ordinary person.

It's not that he doesn't have the ability to sneak into the official residence, but he disdains to do so, and his innate moral awe makes him seem a little cowardly.

......

Mei Ji, who escaped from Dongyue Peak, did flee to the capital with a dove in her arms.

This charm is also bitter enough, four thousand years of reincarnation, has not had a good life.

The task lurking in the Yuan Mansion has not been completed, and maybe one day, the ghost envoy sent by Yan Laojun will come to the door, and the trouble will be big.

It's safer to go to Kyoto.

Kyoto is not only yang, but also murderous.

Mei Ji's second son, who is even more murderous.

Now that he has a son who is a big official, it is time to enjoy the blessings.

Those things about children's love will be left to young people like Mi Xiaobei and Yuan Qianwei......

So, Mei Ji regained her beautiful appearance and fled to Kyoto.

It's just a dove boy in his arms, and his appearance is really scary.

Maggie made a large hat for the dove boy to cover his two little horns, and then applied a thick layer of fat powder to his face to cover the blue face, and then came to an inn.

When he woke up the next day, the dove boy was gone, and only a pile of gold ingots was placed next to Meiji's pillow.

Heartbroken, Maggie decides to go to her second son.

That's an afterword.

......

Mi Xiaobei finally decided to go back to Qingzhou City first.

The monster who killed him and then revived him, he heard everything he said to Yuan Qianhao.

Qingzhou is in trouble!

Whether there is a catastrophe in Qingzhou has nothing to do with Mi Xiaobei, he does not have the responsibility to save the common people, which is not as good as the third person from the fairy world.

But it can't be said that the third person has lived in the world for nearly a thousand years, and naturally has feelings that ordinary people can't match.

And Mi Xiaobei was only born for eighteen years, and he has not lived in Qingzhou City every day in the past eighteen years.

But there are his parents in Qingzhou City, and he must go back!

The four of them stopped drilling the tunnels and decided to rush back to Qingzhou directly from the mountains.

Mi Xiaobei, who was injected with a pound of blue blood by Bi Xiaotian, suddenly felt that his spirit had increased a hundredfold.

He didn't know that Bi Xiaotian had already cultivated his eighteen years of cultivation to break the cocoon into the eighth layer of the butterfly peerless exercise, and transplanted eight or nine out of ten to him.

The current Mi Xiaobei can almost be regarded as one of the best invincible gods of war in the world.

After walking out of three hundred miles, the fairy realm with beautiful scenery and the singing of birds and flowers suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a miasma of fog that filled the surroundings, and the rich yin qi came to the face, and there were gusts of bloody rain and bloody wind.

Dongyue Peak, which has been ruled by the two realms of the demon and the underworld for a thousand years, has restored the appearance of the demon realm and the ghost realm.

There are still 700 miles to go to Qingzhou City.

But these 700 miles are really difficult to walk.

"Cheap brother, I'll just say, it's more convenient to go through the tunnel!"

Yuan Qianhao pursed his mouth and whined quietly.

Mi Xiaobei smiled at Yuan Qianhai: "It's okay, isn't it fun to walk on the mountain, the cave is dark and swarthy, and the weird ......"

Mi Xiaobei said such a thing, not to mention Yuan Qianhao, even the third child was puzzled: When he came, there was nothing strange in the cave, why did he become "crazy" when he returned?

However, when I saw Mi Xiaobei's cynical smiling face, my heart was much more steady. Since Mi Xiaobei chose to go to the mountains, then he must have relevant countermeasures.

Four people, of course four people, Yin Bohou did not have Mi Xiaobei's order, and he would not dare to easily restore the appearance of the ghost monster.

The four of them didn't care if there was any fog miasma or not, just as if it was an afternoon outing, giggling all the way east.

Yuan Qianhao is the youngest, after all, he is only seventeen years old, his childlike innocence is still alive, he runs in front of him, takes off his hairpin and waves, and becomes a psychic staff, and the circle of blue light shines, which is particularly eye-catching in the fog.

Thinking that her father must be happy when he went back, his heart became happy, and he hummed a little tune.

The spring of the lover is too short and too short

The grudges are stacked thickly, and the grievances can't be lingered

The lover's spring is too shallow and too shallow

I can't hold the years and miss it

Just let the flowers bloom and be fragrant

It doesn't have to be in your own garden

It's good that you're happy and happy

It doesn't have to be me by your side

......

Yuan Qianwei has never experienced the love of life and death, and when she sings, she is completely spontaneous, and she does not carefully taste the charm and charm.

So, she sang the second half of the song cheerfully.

But how does it sound like it makes people want to cry?

"Hao'er, who taught you this song?"

Mi Xiaobei has never experienced love, but his understanding is much higher than that of Yuan Qianhao.

Yuan Qianwei stopped, and when the three of them walked in, he was next to Mi Xiaobei, and said mysteriously: "This song is sung by my sister." ”

Then he looked at the third child and Yin Bohou, thinking that they were not mortals, and his voice was amplified: "Over the years, I have occasionally gone to the Zhizhou Mansion, and I often saw my sister singing this song to the plum tree outside the window. I listened to it a few times and learned these words. ”

Mi Xiaobei put away the naughty smile on her face and said seriously: "Your sister, you're really lonely, you have to talk about your brother-in-law, you should accompany your sister more." ”

Yuan Qianwei nodded frequently, and suddenly said, "Cheap brother, sister and brother-in-law, are you unhappy?"

Mi Xiaobei was taken aback: "Why do you say this?"

Yuan Qianwei said: "I look at their appearance, in fact, they are still very happy, but if you listen to my sister's song, it is good to bloom fragrantly, you don't have to plant it in your own garden, you just want to be happy and happy, you don't have to be by your side...... Alas, sad spring and sad autumn......"

looked sideways at the third and Yin Bohou, and still dragged Mi Xiaobei away from them, before whispering: "You say, does my sister have other people in her heart?"

Mi Xiaozhi frowned, noncommittal.

Yuan Qianwei's analysis is not unreasonable, but it is better to take care of other people's family affairs.

However, he still had a question mark in his heart, thinking that after he went back, he should pay more attention to Yuan Manqi.

This is a woman with a story.