In the fairy world Bihuang Mountain, the verdant mountains are overlapped, like the undulating waves on the sea, turbulent and magnificent.

Although the fairy world is silent, it is not silent, the waterfall that flows straight down is its roar like a crack in the ground, and the gurgling stream is its beautiful piano sound to pour out. The pale golden sunlight shone through the lingering clouds, and the purple sky seemed to be close to the world, as if it were within reach. The ancient tree that looks like a crouching dragon stands quietly between the sky and the earth, and has been holding a huge umbrella cover since eternity. The wind gently shook the swing, accompanied by the soft cracking of the faint fallen leaves, and the old squeaks echoed in the vast time. Gentle indifferent swaying.

At the top of the mountains, the wind returns to the clouds.

In the hazy Bihuang Mountain, there is a majestic Bihuang Palace, shrouded in a layer of light veil, shadows and shadows, flickering far and near in the misty clouds and smoke, if it is about to leave.

The reed lotus pond where the crane landed is in the easternmost part of the vigorous aura of the Bihuang Palace, the wind chimes on the eaves are bursting, the light blue mist is swirling around the crane, and there is a sea of reeds under the feet.

The snow-white and fine, fragrant flowers whispered to each other, and the reeds spread out like velvet. As the line of sight fades away, the deep blue crystal river winds into the endless distance, the sound of the water gurgling and the blue water reaching the sky.

Tall trees stand comfortably on both sides of the riverbank, their turquoise canopies lush and effortlessly lift the soft pink clouds on the horizon.

After the crane groomed its feathers, it raised its head, and was attracted by the strings of blue-purple wind chimes that danced without the wind, and the love for them began to surge in the depths of his heart.

The crane tilted its head, walked towards the wind chimes with its long legs, and touched the string of blue wind chimes with its black wingtip feathers, and the crisp and pleasant sound of the bell reached its ears and touched its heart.

"Who's there!"

A scolding came from above, and the armored Jade Phoenix Protoss patrol soldier with a longbow in his hand and a brown phoenix bird glaring at the crane below.

Different from mortals who are vulnerable to physical strength, the gods of the heavenly realm have their own divine power to protect their bodies, ordinary soldiers are not qualified to wear armor and mounts, and the soldiers who can have the Phoenix Bird as a vehicle are the high-ranking patrol soldiers of the Bihuang Palace, specializing in guarding important gods, such as the Bihuang Emperor.

Wen Yu was only seventy thousand years old when he accompanied Huang Yu to jump off the Shensha Abyss, but the Bihuang Divine Clan has always had strict rules, in order to better accompany Huang Yu, he must do his best, at least not let the Bihuang Emperor dislike him, so Wen Yu has long been familiar with all the rules of Bihuang Mountain, even after so many years of tribulation in the mortal world, he can remember it without missing a trace.

Thinking that this was Bihuang Palace, Wen Yu was overjoyed in his heart, and it seemed that he had not remembered wrong.

The soldier looked at the crane below and tilted his head to look at him, but he didn't reply, and scolded loudly, "Bold crane clan, dare to break into Bihuang Palace, and those who know each other will be arrested quickly!" ”

The crane opened its mouth, but let out a crane chirp.

Oh yes, in order to adapt to the aura of the heavenly realm, the newly ascended gods will maintain their original appearance, the dog god is the dog, the fish god is the fish, and the crane god is the crane. The longer you maintain this form depends on the strength of your own divine power, the stronger your divine power, the shorter the time to recover your human body.

Looks like we're going to have to get an oolong this time......

It's really a bit of a shame to cause such a big trouble to the Bihuang Emperor when he comes......

The crane flapped its wings and flew to the brown phoenix bird, thinking that everyone was a bird, and told it that it would be good to let it translate to the soldiers above.

Unexpectedly, before he got close to the phoenix bird, the soldiers on the phoenix bird immediately pulled out the gold and silver double bows and faced it, and the murderous aura in his eyes was fully revealed.

"Stop, Stop, Stop!!" , the crane dodged left and right, chirping in embarrassment. "I'm Wen Yu, I'm the patron saint of Phoenix Feather, stop the people above you! Brothers! ”

The phoenix bird glanced sideways at the crane, then turned its head away from it.

This phoenix bird is a newcomer to the little phoenix bird, since childhood, I heard that a little princess with the peak of divine power was born in Bihuang Palace a few years ago, the princess is different from other gods, she was very beautiful when she was born, and she has blue eyes. For a while, they, the common gods, often discussed how powerful the little prince's patron saint should be.

As expected, the little princess's patron saint was injured like that, and she was able to successfully complete the patron saint ceremony, and I heard that she was born very beautiful.

With the little princess to rely on and beauty to rely on, these gods who have never seen high-level gods imagine Wen Yu as a knight who guards the princess, powerful, handsome, and gentle.

How could it be this little Luo Luo in front of him who couldn't even conjure up a human body.

And on his own territory, an alien crane suddenly broke in, and the little phoenix bird who had just been honored on duty looked down on the crane in front of him very arrogantly, and was even more reluctant to listen to its explanation.

This crane is white all over, and then look at the brown feathers on his body, a sense of vinegar is born from the bottom of his heart, this thing that broke into the Bihuang Palace may be more beautiful than it!

Jealousy makes people unrecognizable, let alone a jealous little phoenix bird.

Hmph, ignore it.

Seeing that the crane could not be shot, the soldier immediately blew the guard post on his chest, attracting patrolling soldiers from all directions to fly over.

Wen Yu wanted to cry without tears, and when he was tied up and thrown in front of the Bihuang Emperor, he had not yet recovered his body.

One day in the sky, one year in the mortal world.

Emperor Bihuang is still so handsome, it seems that he has not changed, but the white hair on his sideburns shows his aging.

Emperor Bihuang was sitting at the desk looking at a painting, and when he heard the voice, he didn't raise his head and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

The first patrol soldier he saw replied with a fist: "Back to the emperor, this crane broke into the princess's dormitory, and was thrown out or flew back without giving up."

Only then did Emperor Bihuang raise his head from the painting, looked at the crane with his mouth sealed, and there was a trace of hesitation in his eyes.

"Are you...... Wen Yu? ”

The crane's big eyes lit up suddenly, and he nodded in a panic.

Emperor Bihuang stood up suddenly, not even caring if the chair behind him fell over.

"Quick! Untie it out! ”

The soldier hesitated for a moment, and boldly reminded: "Emperor, be careful that this is a liar." The divine power of the Guardian Deity of Wenyu...... Forehead...... How can it be so weak"

He can't even transform his body, he can't even beat him, how can he be the patron saint of Princess Huangyu, the peak of divine power.

The voice became smaller and smaller, and he was also a little worried that this immortal crane was really the guardian spirit of Wenyu.

Emperor Bihuang did not hesitate at all, but was even more convinced that this was Wen Yu.

In this Bihuang Palace, he has never seen a guardian saint weaker than Wen Yu's spiritual power, who can pass through the enchantment of Bihuang Mountain and cannot conjure up a human body, which is enough to prove that this is his daughter's guardian saint.

When the crane heard the soldier's words, his face flushed and he buried his face under his wings, and bowed his head vigorously, eager to bury his head in the ground.

Emperor Bihuang coughed embarrassedly, waved his hand, and motioned for the soldiers to retreat.

There are some things that can be known to the family, so let outsiders keep a little fantasy about the princess's patron saint.

After the soldier closed the door, Emperor Bihuang squatted down and patted the crane on the back.

The crane raised his head, his eyes lowered, and he didn't dare to look at the Bihuang Emperor.

It's so humiliating......

"It's Wen Yu, it's Wen Yu. Hahahahaha, I haven't seen you for so many years, but you know that you are shy? ”

The crane let out a low cry from its throat, as if to preserve its last dignity.

"How's Huang Yu? Where is she? ”

The crane opened its mouth to speak, only to find that its mouth was sealed and could not speak.

Emperor Bihuang smiled, put his hand on the small head of the crane, and passed the spiritual power to Wen Yu.

A burst of white light flashed, and the figure of the crane lying low on the ground spread.

Wen Yu slowly stood up in the white light.

Dressed in white, it is better than snow. Snow-white clothes, snow-white hands, and long hair like black jade are tied up with snow-white ribbons, half draped, half tied, graceful and noble.

Under the sword eyebrows, the narrow eyes are like gurgling spring water, warm and moist like a spring breeze, the nose is like a hanging gall, as straight as a blue distant mountain, the thin lips are pale in color, and the corners of the mouth are slightly hooked, which makes it even more manly and unrestrained.

The man's eyebrows are picturesque, the lip color is like cherry, the complexion is like snow, the delicate facial features, a few strands of purple long hair in front of the forehead are moving with the wind, and the light brown eyes hide tenderness and tenacity, such as the warm snow that has not melted in the spring, shining, crystalline, soft, dazzling, and seems to have an unaware coldness, the corners of the eyes are frivolous, as if the color of the flower, if you don't pay attention to it, you can inadvertently hook people's souls, beautiful to the extreme.

His lips are as warm as jade, the corners of his mouth are slightly curved, and his faint smile is like the March sun, which is comfortable and comfortable. The best snow moon white jade decorated on the forehead is even more transparent to the skin, as if it has seen all the colors in the world, and it is still gorgeous A beauty volume, which is difficult to describe.

His eyebrows and eyes are slender and sparse, and the brilliance in his eyes is like a slight glow on the jade, which looks soft, but in fact it is extremely tough.

He held a closed white fan in one hand, and the wide snow-white sleeves hung softly, swaying gently with the wind, as gentle as a cloud, and as soft as the moon. After his ascension, the white fan is his new artifact.

Wen Yu was born when she was a child, and her expression was even more moving, her dark and warm eyes were like the waves of stars in the night sky, peaceful, deep and beautiful. His appearance was extremely gentle and handsome, and his expression was relaxed, as if a large white petal had been opened in the dark, and a depressed and ethereal beauty floated in the cleanliness.

A red mark dotted on his forehead and eyebrows, which was made of a cluster of red feathers on the top of the crane's head, adding a touch of childishness.

The white clothes swept across the ground, scattered on the jade ground like clouds, and a dark jade belt outlined his thin waist, adding another layer of magnificence to the original Qinghua's temperament. The sunset still lingered, the man chanting under the weeping branches and dark trees, his whole body seemed to be dyed a light gold by the white divine light, his long flaxen-colored hair, with the fragrance of lotus flowers, gently fluttering with the breeze, looking at him from a distance through the flying leaves, he was like a flower on the other side, hazy. looks like a man in white who can't be blasphemed.

The Bihuang Emperor took two steps back, a look of admiration in his dark green eyes.

This child has been beautiful since he was a child, not to mention when he grows up, his eyebrows and eyes are stretched out, and he still has a little shadow of his childhood.

He is worthy of being the patron saint of his daughter.

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