In the southeast of the second heavy sky, there are nine giant mountains, the mountains are thousands of miles high, enter the clouds and stand there, the end is a majestic atmosphere, the nine giant mountains wrap a piece of heavenly lake comparable to the fairy spirit courtyard, clear water and blue sky, all things exist.

And in the heavenly lake surrounded by mountains, there are countless lotus leaves, which should not be surprising, but in the center of countless lotus leaves, there is a huge lotus flower, incomparable, the pink bone is not open, tightly wrapped, but still shows its gorgeous and dazzling brilliance, and more mist rises from the pool water, setting off the giant lotus more ethereal.

The size of this lotus, how to describe it, just look at its lotus leaves to know, it is accompanied by a total of eight leaves, each leaf is like an island, take a closer look, actually on every lotus leaf, there are buildings built everywhere!

Resplendent with gold, pavilions and pavilions, fairy clouds, at a glance is the place where the gods live.

Eight leaves, inhabited by eight immortals, and Han Xiangzi lives on the lotus leaf that is the penultimate from the root of the lotus, when Ji Feng rowed in a boat, boarded Han Xiangzi's place of residence, looked at the once familiar place, a kind of sadness spontaneously arose.

"How many times have I hurt the past in my life, Taihuang is still cold, and today I will meet Tianxian Island again, I don't know if Qingshan is still there?"

Just when the wind was sentimental, suddenly, a vague sound suddenly echoed, its voice whined, such as resentment, such as crying, such as complaining, such as illusory, full of ears, lingering, endless!

It seems to be a hundred turns and turns, it seems to be late to see each other, the bamboo shadow shakes the window, and the drunken glass falls.

Ji Feng lowered his head and whispered to himself, "I'm here!" ”

Looking up, the pavilions and pavilions in front of him were blurred in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, what appeared in front of him was an old locust tree, under the tree, there was a stone table, on the table, there was an unfolded ink painting, and the pen and ink inkstone next to it had already been prepared, exuding a faint fragrance of ink.

Ji Feng walked in, looked at the painting, and suddenly fell silent.

On the painting, what catches the eye is the mountains that are stacked on top of each other, with bamboo forests falling and falling, wooden houses built next to them, surrounded by fences, and the blue moon alone.

In front of the thatched hut, there is a figure in front of the window, standing lonely, like reading, like groaning, in front of the courtyard, there is a man gently knocking on the door, like an old man visiting, but this painting is filled with a trace of vitality.

This is a few years ago Han Xiangzi had a feeling and sent a painting, after the painting, he couldn't wait to find Ji Feng to write poems, that day, Ji Feng began to be drunk and dreamed of death......

It's just that he didn't expect that after so many years, he would still keep this painting.

Ji Feng seemed to understand Han Xiangzi's intentions at the beginning, and also understood today's test, with a smile on his face, picked up the pen, and after groaning, he directly started the poem that should have been written many years ago on the right side.

"The green light shines on the wall, and the cold rain knocks on the window and is not warm.

Fortunately, I am not lonely in the mountains, and I have peeled off the grass to open up new roads. ”

When the last word 'road' fell perfectly, Ji Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a word 'good' next to it.

Ji Feng hurriedly looked, but found that the surrounding scenery gradually blurred, and soon, after everything was clear, it turned out that in a bamboo house, the picture scroll that was mentioned by him was suspended in front of him, and next to it, a handsome man was hunched over and admired the four lines of genius.

Seeing this person, Ji Feng suddenly smiled.

Han Xiangzi was still wearing the ink-colored clothes, with his crown hair curled high, holding a white jade cave flute, and under a pair of sword eyebrows, he was amazed, constantly reciting the poem that Ji Feng had just written.

"It is worthy of being a Wenqu star, the mountain turns around, and completely turns a bleak scene in this painting into another, a stroke of genius!"

After commenting, he straightened his body, looked at the former friend, and then made a bow: "Xiaosheng Han Xiangzi, I've seen Brother Jifeng!" ”

Ji Feng's eyes were red, as if he had returned to the scene when the two met for the first time, and hurriedly returned the salute: "Don't dare, I've seen Brother Han!" ”

Han Xiangzi smiled slightly, holding the dong flute behind his back: "Are you back?" ”

"It's back!"

Han Xiangzi looked extremely puzzled: "I wondered, when I persuaded you so much, you looked like I didn't go to hell and who went to hell, why, a thunderbolt could actually sober you up?" ”

Ji Feng smiled and shook his head: "After experiencing a death, you can understand and see more things clearly." ”

Han Xiangzi looked 'oh', and then smiled: "Anyway, it's good to come back, I happened to make a few songs some time ago, and I haven't given words yet, so I have to make up for what I say this time." ”

Hearing Han Xiangzi's words, Ji Feng nodded, and his heart was extremely happy, which means that the relationship between the two has been completely reconciled, and sometimes, between men, it is so transparent and simple.

"No problem!" Ji Feng agreed.

"Wait, as the saying goes, you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, once every time you came, you brought a lot of trouble, this time, you won't die and come to me to tell me that you are alive again, right?" Han Xiangzi's sudden look of vigilance made Ji Feng's face twitch.

Is this the case yourself? How come I don't remember?

But he quickly smiled: "That, is there really something?" ”

"Big or small? Borrow money or take something? Han Xiangzi hurriedly took two steps back, his tone was extremely sharp, and he was stunned when he saw Ji Feng.

You weren't like this before, when did you become so stingy, but people have to bow their heads under the eaves, and this time, no matter what you say, you are also here to ask him to do something.

"It's a small thing, it's just a small thing, you don't have to look at me with such a suspicious face, it's really a small thing, by the way, I have to ask, have you put down your painting art all these years?" Ji Feng grabbed the key point and asked hurriedly.

"Cut, what do you think, this immortal is about to become a talented man, painting is the top priority, how can I easily let go, unlike you, just let it go, and when it's over, it's even more refined than before." Han Xiangzi looked disgusted, but he said Ji Feng with a smug face.

"That's good, I'd like to ask you to draw a picture." Ji Feng finally said the purpose of this visit.

"A thousand immortal stones, no two prices!" Han Xiangzi turned around and stretched out his fingers and said.

Ji Feng knotted for a while, what have you experienced over the years, opening your mouth and closing your mouth is money.

"Brother, my brother came here for the first time in all these years to ask you for help, so it won't be like this." Ji Feng chose to forgive, Han Xiangzi looked at Ji Feng squarely, thought about it, and felt right.

Although he used to accept a lot of immortal stones from himself as a poem for the inscription, but I can't be like this, he is not benevolent, I can't be unrighteous, self-cultivation, I want to have self-cultivation, I can't live and live, change the person I used to hate the most.

"Okay, for the sake of the past, this time it's free, who do you want to draw?"

"Hou Yi Shang Immortal!" Jifeng finally found the shadow that was once familiar, and said happily.

When Han Xiangzi heard this, he looked at Ji Feng with some disgust: "I said how did you degenerate like this, why did you paint him, people are now in full swing, and there is an endless stream of people who come to give gifts, what's the matter, do you think of it?" ”

"What's the stammer, I just want to use his connections to attract some popularity to my newly opened store."

"Shops? You're going to open a store, haha, laughing at me? Selling words or poems? Han Xiangzi laughed out loud, and the angry Ji Feng was directly sent over.

"Get out!"