Although he didn't bring back the elixir, but brought back a life talisman, Wen'er was still grateful, hurriedly thanked him, and went to the mortal world.

The pills that Lao Jun gave me had some sleeping effect, or I was exhausted from tossing around tonight, so I sent Wen'er away, returned to the wing, and fell asleep in a moment.

It's been a long time since I've dreamed of Lord Nie Su. When I dreamed that he came to save me on the top of Muhualou, I was angry and regretful, and when I dreamed in the whirlpool of the sea of desirelessness, I was frightened and struggled when I dreamed that he was holding a knife close to my cheek. And this night, perhaps because of the old king's elixir, what I felt in my dream was a long-lost steadfastness and peace.

I have been to many places, in heaven and on earth, in all parts of the world. There has never been a place where it is so warm as in Nie Su's arms.

At that time, I was about to take the form of a fairy, and my forehead could only touch his chest on tiptoe, and he occasionally saw me walking around beside him all the time, and with a wave of his wide sleeves, he pulled me over, and wrapped it in his arms, and rested his chin on my forehead as a support. Occasionally, when he was tired, he would directly use me as a pillar, put his cheek on the top of my head, and squint for a while. In his arms, I have seen the stars, the moon, the ink dancing on the rice paper, the inscription on the jade seal, and the lake pavilion from the hazy water in the early summer morning to the rime in the middle of the winter night.

At that time, I followed him to see the wonderful sound fairy who stroked the qin at the heavenly palace banquet, and I thought the fairy's piano was very good. After the banquet, Miao Yin saw me following her, lowered her head and gently pinched my nose, and said with a smile: "This piano can't be given to you, my sweetheart made it for me." ”

Back at the Divine Mansion, I asked Nie Su if he could make me a piano.

He said yes, but it takes time to make the piano, so he has to wait.

I asked him how long he would have to wait, and he pointed to a spot on his chest, "When you're tall enough to get here." ”

After that day, the first time I saw him every day, I would pounce on him, my forehead against his chest, the fragrance of pears in my nose, and I asked him if he had grown to that place. But every time he said no, he would detain me by the way, treat me as a pillar, and squint for a while.

But I would still run there early every morning, with my forehead just against his chest, and ask him if he had grown. In Qing Lingling's pear fragrance, he always said no.

Winter came quickly. I slept peacefully all night, and when I woke up, I saw the thick snow outside the window. The lake in the Shenzun Mansion was full of snow, and Nie Su stood in the snow next to the lake to play with his sword, and the tip of the sword was sharp, raising snow waves straight to the pavilion in the middle of the lake. That look, only Qinghan and loneliness can be described.

I have seen the record of snow tea from the "Tea Note", take the middle layer of heavy snow one inch thick, enter the porcelain altar, the snow melts and boils the tea, and the tea soup is clear and pleasant aftertaste.

I thought about his hard work in making the piano for me, so that day, I got up early, didn't say hello to Nie Su, and took two porcelain jars to Xianyun Valley behind the Shenzun Mansion to get snow. There are few gods there, and the snow is naturally cleaner. On the way, I thought that I would make a pot of tea for Nie Su to taste when I came back, and when he was happy, he would say to me: "Sushu, how did you grow so much taller today, and you have passed this place all of a sudden, and now I will take you to see the piano." ”

Maybe I thought it was too beautiful, so I didn't look at the road, and suddenly there was a void under my feet, and before I could react, I rolled down with the jar. This is a very deep and extremely black hole, I can't stop on the way to roll, at first I was very worried that I would be killed by falling, but then I was relieved to see that I had not finished for a long time, tried a few postures, repeatedly demonstrated and determined the most comfortable, the least painful posture, curled up, resigned to roll down. It's just that the jar is not very angry, and it will break after a few rolls, and the fragments will follow me all the way, and there will be many cuts on my body, which will hurt me a little.