Lin Shuqing made up for the shadow, and the peach smiled at Tsing Yi Han. Although the sky is still bright and picturesque, this year's peach blossom forest in Qingqiu has become extremely deserted and cold. An empty cup was pinched in the hand by a jade hand, and when the wind blew the flowers, a delicate pink petal fell on Feng Yuanzhi's eyes, and Feng Yuanzhi slowly opened her eyes.

It was very cold last night, and she drank spirits in the cold night, drunk and fell asleep, and now it was sunny to wake up.

The sun is a bit harsh.

Last night she had a dream, dreaming that the sky was clear, the pink flowers were like rain in the breeze, her hair was flying, her hand was clear, and when a song was blown under the tree, a handsome boy in white clothes was behind him with one hand and a lantern in the other hand walking slowly from the end of the peach blossom forest. The lantern in his hand was the white lantern she had been looking for for a long time, he stopped in front of her, his eyes were soft, he smiled slightly, and sent the white lantern to her, his voice was as soft as ever, "Zhi, lantern, return it to you." ”

Under the shallow sunlight, the peach blossoms shook in the wind, and the wind flute "snapped" and fell to the ground, and the pink petals fell gracefully on the hair and clothes of the two people. A smile hung on her delicate and beautiful face, and the beautiful eyes under the curled eyelashes unconsciously shed tears, drop after drop until they were in a string, and the man in white reached out to wipe the tears from her face for her. Feng Yuanzhi's heart was hot, she took the white lantern, and then hugged the white-clothed boy into her arms, wetting his shoulders with tears.

However, in the blink of an eye, the bright sun dissipated, and the drizzle fell, and the man in white turned into a wisp of white smoke as before, and even the white lantern he brought disappeared.

Only a green wind flute in her hand landed.

The raindrops hit her body, and she was cold, cold.........

When she woke up and opened her eyes, the sun was burning and her head hurt.

When she had a headache, she found that Xiao Lian was beside her, she put down the hand covering her head, and her expression gradually returned to normal. Xiao Lian told her that yesterday, the son of the Emperor of Heaven and the Great Prince of the Protoss Fu Yuan came to Qingqiu to propose to her.

Feng Yuanzhi was not surprised by whether to propose marriage or not, but just waved her hand and said lightly: "I know, let's go down." ”

I forgot how long it took to mourn the Eight Desolations and Liuhe to mourn the Yuan Ling Heavenly God ninety-nine eighty-one days, during this time, in addition to going down to the earth to find the white lantern given to her by the man in white, she was practicing the Soul Conjuring Immortal Technique. Unlike the people in white, she is not bound by the Heavenly Dao, and every time she cultivates a point of soul conjuring immortal art, she will consume one percent of her spiritual power. Until now, the loss of spiritual power has been seventy percent, and her 30,000 years of cultivation has been reduced to a little immortal who has just crossed the tribulation and ascended to immortality, but she is still happy, happy that she is happy that the soul conjuring immortal technique has been practiced to seven points, and she believes that the man in white will come back soon.

In the blink of an eye, it was almost the wedding day of the eldest brother Feng Yunjing and Jun Jiyuan, Qingqiu had been busy up and down for a long time, and Feng Yuanzhi couldn't remember when she started working and how long she had been busy.

Fuyuan never came to look for her, she couldn't remember, and often forgot whose son Fuyuan was, what he looked like, and what he came to her for.

Sometimes I even forget that there is such a person as Fuyuan in this world........

She only knew that the wedding day of her eldest brother and future sister-in-law was approaching, and she thought that when they got married, she would attend well, but she didn't know what wedding gift to give her eldest brother and future sister-in-law.

Feng Yuanzhi flicked one hand, and flew the cup in her hand to a table in the peach blossom forest, raised her hands and retracted them, and flew out of Qingqiu. When she passed by Jiuxian Mountain, she asked Jiuxian for a pot of wine by the way, and Jiuxian frowned and said that all his wine was in his cave, and he had been in some trouble recently, and he couldn't hold a pot of those wines.

Feng Yuanzhi asked him the reason, and he couldn't tell for a while, so he wanted to lead Feng Yuanzhi to the cave. The cave of the wine fairy was pitch black, and when Feng Yuanzhi followed him all the way in, she smelled a strange breath, she was sure that it must not be the breath of the gods, since the wine fairy mountain was the place of the wine fairy, there should not be such an aura.

When the two of them walked to the wall full of wine in the cave, Feng Yuanzhi swiped one hand in front of her eyes, and a faint blue light swept in front of her at the same time, she saw that in addition to the appearance of black in front of her, she also faintly saw pots and pots of wine placed on the depths of the black hole with clouds of purple smoke swirling around them.

Purple represents monsters........

Ignoring the purple smoke for now, looking at the wine on the wall, Feng Yuanzhi likes it very much. I still remember that many years ago, she disliked the wine made by the wine fairy was not good, so she had to pick the old wine brewed by Qingqiu, but she didn't expect that after so many years, Qingqiu's wine was drunk by her, and she liked to come to the wine fairy more and more to ask for wine.

The wine fairy looked at the purple smoke that was scattered around the wine jug, and told Feng Yuanzhi that when he went out to look for wine-making things some time ago, he accidentally saw a clump of purple smoke on the road that seemed to be a clump of purple smoke but was scattered, and he saw that this purple smoke was very aura and not like a mundane thing, so he brought it back, but he didn't expect to bring it back just now, this purple smoke pounced on the wine jug like a confession, and he couldn't let them leave.

Feng Yuanzhi approached the edge of the wine jug, the purple smoke made her have a very familiar atmosphere, she asked the wine fairy, did there often be demons to come to the wine fairy before, the wine fairy said that Jun Ji often came in the past, and every time she came to bring wine to Feng Yunjing, but Feng Yunjing never received her wine.

When the wine fairy said this, he couldn't help but feel a piece of infatuation with Jun Jiyuan.

Feng Yuanzhi was happy in her heart, now there is a gift for her future sister-in-law.

It is difficult to find the scattered souls, and now to find this, although it is rare, she can summon the soul immortal, although it is not enough to recall the soul of the Yuan Ling Heavenly God, but a magic bottle is enough.

So she asked the wine fairy if she could ask for all these wines, and the wine fairy frowned, reluctant to give them, after all, he had to brew each pot of these wines for thousands of years, and these were his hard work. Feng Yuanzhi had no choice but to borrow it and borrow all the wine here for her use.

After three days and three nights after the flute sounded, the evil spirits that had been beaten to ashes turned into innocent spirits and returned, and the magic bottle was gradually repaired in the Eight Desolations. The most important thing to do is to repair the magic bottle and recall the spirit in the bottle, the most important thing is the spiritualism that Feng Yuanzhi has cultivated for many years, and what is even more indispensable is this seemingly clumpy but scattered purple smoke, they are part of the original scattered, and with this part as a lure, the rest can be lured back.

No one knew that after the sound of the wind flute sounded, in a desolate place where there were no gods and no people, a white soul also sensed the summoning.

After the completion of the work, Feng Yuanzhi's spiritual power has been left very little, her face is a little pale, and her body has become very weak, when she returns to Qingqiu, she specially explained to Xiao Pian, if she can't wake up on the day of her eldest brother and Ji Yuan's wedding, she will send the magic bottle for her, and Ji Yuan will be very happy.

Xiao Lian nodded in response.

After explaining, Feng Yuanzhi flew into the hammock of the peach blossom forest, closed her eyes and fell asleep not long after.

A few days later, in the early morning, the sun was shining, shining on Feng Yuanzhi's face, feeling hot on her face, Feng Yuanzhi slowly opened her eyes, it is estimated that she has been asleep for a while, her head is a little groggy, she sat up, pressed her head, glanced under the hammock, and found that Xiao Lian was below.

She doesn't have a bottle in her hand.

This is the only thing Feng Yuanzhi noticed.

After all, when she was asleep, she dreamed that at her eldest brother's wedding, Xiao Lian gave the magic bottle to her sister-in-law, she woke up for a while, her consciousness was still a little blurred, and her thoughts continued this hazy dream unconsciously in reality.

The wind moved the flowers, and the long hair like a waterfall fell down on her shoulders, Feng Yuanzhi looked lazy and looked at Xiao Pian, "Xiao Pian, what time is it?" ”

Xiao Lian replied, "Your Highness, it's already noon." ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "How long have I been sleeping?" ”

Xiao Pian said: "Nine days and nine nights." ”

It turned out that nine days and nine nights had passed, and I really didn't expect time to pass so quickly, but I just slept for a while. A breeze blew lightly, blowing Feng Yuanzhi's long hair flying, Feng Yuanzhi was in a trance, her hands flew off the hammock, and she walked to the stone table where his eldest brother and second brother played chess on weekdays, and the cup that was flicked by her hand was still there.

It's not that Xiao Lian is lazy and doesn't clean up, after all, this is specially ordered by Emperor Yuan Zhi, and she doesn't need to clean up her wine jugs and cups. In the faint sunlight, a delicate peach petal was blown into the cup. Feng Yuanzhi sat on the stone bench. With the rotation of his right hand, a green flute was conjured.

Feng Yuanzhi held the wind flute in her hand, put it horizontally on her lips, and was about to blow, Xiao Pian said: "Your Highness, Fuyuan came to propose to you again yesterday." ”

Feng Yuanzhi had just woken up, her memory was not good over the years, and she had no impression of what she didn't help far away, so when Xiao Lian said the words "Come to propose marriage again", she was slightly stunned for a while, and couldn't help but put down Feng Qingdi and asked: "Who is Fuyuan?" Have you ever been here before? ”

Xiao Lian didn't remember Emperor Yuan Zhi, after all, she had had such an experience several times, and she said unhurriedly: "It's the son of the Emperor of Heaven, the eldest prince of the Protoss, and Qingqiu has proposed marriage no less than nine times over the years. ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "Have I met him?" ”

Xiao Lian shook her head and said she didn't know.

Xiao Lian said that when the son of the Emperor of Heaven came to propose marriage yesterday, he heard that Emperor Yuan Zhi was sleeping in the peach blossom forest, worried that she was catching a cold, and wanted to bring a dress to put on her, but thinking that such a move was not appropriate, he hesitated for a long time before deciding not to come, and later asked her to send a piece of clothing. However, Emperor Yuan Zhi seemed to dislike the clothes very much, and even though she had fallen asleep, she still scattered the clothes into smoke and was blown away by the wind.

Feng Yuanzhi had never seen him in her memory, and she was inexplicably proposed by a stranger, feeling weirdly uncomfortable, which made her confused for a while.

Xiao Lian reminded her that the eldest prince got married today.

Feng Yuanzhi's eyelashes raised, I really didn't expect that she slept for nine days and nine nights, and today is the wedding day of the eldest brother and Ji Yuan.

Feng Yuanzhi asked Xiao Lian if she had given the magic bottle to her sister-in-law to confirm, and Xiao Lian nodded and said that it had been sent.

If you send it, that's good........

After the destruction of the demon race, Jun Ji Yuan was afraid that her demonic nature would not be removed, so she decided to self-destruct her cultivation, once the ten thousand years of cultivation was destroyed, it would be impossible to recover, and the magic bottle would disappear from then on, and she would become an ordinary mortal who would grow old soon, and live another life like those ordinary mortals in the world before reincarnation. However, after Feng Yunjing's obstruction, Jun Jiyuan did not self-destruct and cultivate, and the magic bottle did not disappear completely, so after the magic bottle was lost for so long, it could still be summoned back by Feng Yuanzhi using the Soul Conjuring Immortal Technique.

Jun Ji Yuan has always felt guilty about her hiding her true identity from Feng Fengjing from the beginning, she is the emperor of the demon clan, the demon monarch is heinous, she is ashamed of the demon clan, and does not marry into Qingqiu as a demon person. So she asked the Emperor of Heaven to remove the demon bones for her, and from then on she had no demons in her body.

When it comes to the magic bottle, Feng Yuanzhi thinks of these.

Although she has slept for nine days and nine nights, her spiritual power has been seriously depleted not long ago, and her body is still tired at this time.

Raising the wind in her hand, she blew the tune again. As before, it's still a conjuring song.

On the day of Feng Yunjing and Jun Ji's wedding, Fuyuan came again.

Fuyuan knew that Emperor Yuanzhi was in the Peach Blossom Forest, so he sent off the subordinates who came with him and walked to Fengyuanzhi alone. Before stepping into the peach blossom forest, he heard the beautiful sound of the flute, and after stepping into the peach blossom forest, a beautiful cyan back gradually came into his eyes.

He was happy, because there was finally one time, it was Emperor Yuan Zhi who was not only in Qingqiu, but also not asleep.

Hearing footsteps behind her, Feng Yuanzhi turned around and asked, "....... are you?"

Fuyuan said softly: "My name is Fuyuan." ”

Feng Yuanzhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, it turned out that he was the person Xiao Lian said who had come to Qingqiu many times to propose to her.

Fuyuan said: "I have been to Qingqiu several times. ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "I know, the maid told me. ”

Fuyuan said: "Do you remember me? ”

Feng Yuanzhi looked at his face and shook her head.

Fuyuan said: "It's okay if you don't remember, it's good that we get acquainted with each other in the future." ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "Why did you propose marriage to me? ”

Fuyuan said: "Because I like you and want to marry you." ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "But I don't know you, let alone like you." ”

Fuyuan smiled slightly, "It's okay, we know each other now." ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "I'm sorry. ”

Fuyuan understood why she said sorry, he naturally knew that there was a person living in Emperor Yuanzhi's heart, but that person had already died and would never come back, he was not afraid of someone in her heart, what he was afraid of was that the person in her heart was still in the world and could still appear next to her.

Fuyuan said: "Don't say I'm sorry, I'll give you time to think about it, it doesn't matter how long it takes." ”

Feng Yuanzhi said: "You don't have to waste time on me. ”

Fuyuan said: "I will definitely make you fall in love with me." ”

The warm sun wind blew, blowing away the peach blossom petals in the sky, and there was a slow footstep behind Feng Yuanzhi, the footsteps were very light, and the sound of footsteps was very familiar to her.

In the rain of falling flowers in the sky, Feng Yuanzhi turned around, and the figure of a man in white came into her eyes, which was the figure that had haunted her for a long time.

It's him........

Amazing at first sight, goodbye still.

Feng Yuanzhi's heart trembled, her eyes gradually became very sour, and a pair of beautiful eyes unconsciously shed tears, which snaked silently on her face.

When Fuyuan saw the figure, his heart jumped.

Feng Yuanzhi smiled with tears, walked up quickly, and when she walked in front of the man in white, she stopped, looked up at his face, the two looked at each other for a moment, the man in white smiled slightly, raised his hand to caress her face, and wiped away the tears hanging on her face.

Just like in his dreams, he looked.

Feng Yuanzhi looked at his handsome face and asked, "Didn't you turn into a wisp of white smoke and disappear?" ”

The man in white said: "Yuan Ling has turned into smoke and disappeared, but An Zhan is still there........"