Seven Treasures Shop, as the name suggests, is the treasure of the town store is seven treasures that cannot be passed down to the world.

In the face of Liu Ying, who had lost his central spirit, Wen Jiuzhi naturally couldn't leave him alone in the realm of Qiyang, if he went down to the human world to find the soul for him, it was very likely that the strange beast would smell the alluring aroma of the spirit and break into Qiyang to do something uncontrollable.

There was once a poor Qi who accidentally crashed into Qiyang, and when he found out, the poor revenant had lost half of his arm, or he grabbed it by the mouth of the poor Qi, if this kind of thing happened endlessly, his old life was really not enough.

Unexpectedly, Wen Jiuzhi didn't ask Liu Ying's opinion, got up and patted the folds of the clothes on his body, and went back to the room to take out a delicate porcelain vase set off in the golden velvet.

It is said to be a porcelain vase, but the shape is more like an urn, with a thin and long neck and a large belly, which is obviously a container for fine wine.

As an emperor, he always has little resistance to exquisite things, even Liu Ying, who is used to seeing rare treasures, still can't help but be stunned, and leans forward to carefully observe the patterns painted on the bottle.

"This is called the 'Soul Purifying Bottle', which is made by smelting the multicolored stones used by Nuwa to mend the sky. In order to save the descendants, the Nuwa clan used the five-colored stone to refine the stone to make up the sky, and the foot of the turtle was demolished to support the four poles, and the flood killed the beasts, and all the souls were able to live in peace, but they still inevitably lost their lives. Nuwa felt pity, so she used colorful stones and Kunlun water to refine this soul purifying bottle to save the souls of the dead in the world. Now that time has passed, Nuwa's clan has long since withdrawn from the mythological stage, and her soul purifying bottle has remained, but this job has fallen to me. ”

Wen Jiuzhi said lightly, as if he was telling someone else's story, on the other hand, the same line, three thousand years later, he no longer knows how many times he has said it to many people, and he is still a little numb.

The only thing that was different from usual was that the clear and pure eyes of the young man in front of him reminded him of the Jingwei girl back then.

"Does the immortal want me to enter this soul purifying bottle for some time?"

"It can be said that after all, you are a dead soul, and one less soul can only be counted as a wandering soul, and there is no entity that cannot walk the world swaggeringly, if there is this soul purifying bottle, I can also take you with me."

Hearing this, Liu Ying also understood what Wen Jiuzhi meant: "Are you trying to find the spirit of the center for me?" How dare you bother the immortals ......"

"It's not about bothering, it's my ......"

"This is the work he has to do, and only by exhausting the souls of you in the world can he hope to leave this barren realm of Qiyang."

Halfway through the words, someone finished his next lines for Wen Jiuzhi, I don't know if it was a relationship that had been lonely for too long, in the face of the arrival of the uninvited guest, Wen Jiuzhi looked a little stunned, and even stared at Liu Ying's face a few seconds ago, wondering if these words came out of his mouth.

Obviously, no.

And this voice is still a little familiar......

Looking at Wen Jiuzhi's puzzled face, he leaned against the edge of the door with his hands around his chest, whistled extremely uncharacteristically, shook off the dust on his clothes, and stepped forward to pinch Wen Jiuzhi's face.

"What's the matter, crow, I haven't seen you for three thousand years, and I don't remember who I am?"

Remember...... It's unforgettable.

In the heavens and on the earth, within the Three Realms, the only person who can call him a crow like a hooligan is the Lord of Qingqiu with nine tails on his buttocks......

It's just that now they seem to have given this kid a new name, what is it, Que Immortal Venerable, right, then what is he going to forget? Well? What did you do when you were lonely in the realm of Qiyang for 3,000 years?

"Yo, it's only been 3,000 years, how dare you forget your honor? But you, the furry fox, have the leisure to come to see me, three thousand years, looking forward to the stars and the moon to bring you, I don't know what crooked ideas you will think of next to get me? ”

As soon as these words were spoken, Wen Jiuzhi regretted it, no one in the heavenly realm knew that he Xuanniao was famous for his gentle temperament, could it be that he taught himself in the realm of Qiyang without wind and moon? Or is it the same as those powerful ghosts in his degree, with too deep and persistent resentment?

Commanded, commanded......

However, he was not surprised at all by his rudeness, seeing Liu Ying staring at his nine-tails for a long time in a daze, for the first time in his life, he felt a little unbearable on his face, coughed lightly, raised the strength in his right palm, and pushed Liu Ying's wisp of the spirit into the soul purification bottle, and then swaggered down on the bamboo chair before the former, adjusted a more comfortable posture, folded his hands on his chest and looked at the blood-colored eclipse moon hanging high in the air.

"The ghost door opened, but I didn't think that the first guest you picked up was Emperor Xiaohui, compared to dying alone here for many years, is it better to do some things?"

It was rare for him to have such a serious and melancholy look, and for a while, Wen Jiuzhi didn't know whether to make a mockery or not, so he simply joined him, lying on the bamboo chair and looking at the blood moon that seemed to be frozen.

"Are you still blaming me?"

"No, I just hate you."

……

After thinking about the importance of the two, he would rather choose the former.

"Also, don't use the word pick-up, I'm not the same as those bustard mothers in the world."

"That's why I envy you, you can take advantage of the punishment given to you by the heavenly realm to swagger in and out of the world, but I can't."

It didn't seem to sound right, Wen Jiuzhi raised his hand and plucked his ears with his little fingers, and took this opportunity to glance at the expression on his face, only to discover the real purpose of the latter's coming to him today.

With a hint of snickering, Wen Jiuzhi let out a chuckle, "Yo, are you Sifan?" ”

For those immortals who are trapped in the heavenly realm and cannot interact with mortals, Sifan is reasonable, the more things are not allowed, the more urge they have to try, but for these strange beasts, or divine beasts, this is not the case.

In the eyes of the gods, the life of mortals is as short as a blink of an eye, but in their eyes, how can the gods not be like this?

Wen Jiuzhi raised his hand in front of him, carefully looked at his neatly trimmed nails, reflecting the golden light under the illumination of the eclipse moon, and after a long time, he stretched his waist and yawned:

"Boring, what's so good about mortals, decades of life compared to us, it's just a cup of tea, and your joke that locked me up here for three thousand years can't be compared, fortunately, I'm now the lord of Qiyang, you are your delusional Immortal Venerable, there will be no intersection between two people in the future, why do you want to disturb my peace?"

Who would have thought that these words would provoke a small fluctuation in vain, coughed a few times, and there was a bit of loneliness in his tone:

"It's not Sifan, it's Siren."