When the Zhiyu flowers bloom, it is midsummer. The sea is windy, but this midsummer season is very pleasant time, Danxi Palace Qionglou Yuyu, several zhang of high-rise buildings, exceptionally cool.

Zi Yi took the meat mushroom given by Mo Yin, and most of the anger on his body had improved, and he was dozing off on the couch in the study alone.

Under the porch was a phoenix tree that was like a cloud of fire, and the swaying red shadows enveloped the room. Several rows of large carved ebony bookcases stood quietly, and a pile of written words were rolled on the bookcase, and the ink had not yet dried. On the case, most of the cloud incense burned in the eight-treasure gilt jade incense burner had been burned, and a wisp of cigarette smoke curled around and floated in the air.

Zi Yi was wearing a homely cotton silk white robe on the Luohan couch, and inside the white robe was a pale yellow linen shirt. He pillowed a dark green velvet core Gesi square pillow, his shoes were taken off on the pedal at will, and he wore a pair of snow-white cotton socks on his feet, and the socks were lightly embroidered with a Danfeng silk beads. A [Dazun 仳嘉訞俨大法] is still held in •••••• hand.

It's quiet.

"You're here." Ziyi's long eyelashes slowly raised, and his eyes were dark and deep.

"I'm coming." A woman's soft voice.

"How can you see me?"

"You know everything?" The woman laughed and groaned.

"You spilled the ink on the bookcase that day?" Zi Yi asked with a smile.

The woman gently wrapped her hands around a strand of hair and smiled, "I also ate the fruit on the table, which is very sweet." ”

Zi Yi couldn't help laughing, and the lines on the corners of his eyes deepened: "Yes, the palace people thought it was eaten by mice!" ”

The woman smiled and leaned back, giggling like a silver bell. "What is that red fruit called? I still want to eat. ”

"That's snake fruit." Ziyi clapped her hands. After a while, a fairy in green slowly came in with a plate of fruit.

Zi Yi picked a big and red one from it and handed it to her. The woman smiled and took a bite: "It's so sweet, it's better than the apples on our mountain." ”

"Do you have anything to eat there?" Ziyi was a little curious.

"Yes, there are a lot of them, grapes, begonia fruits, pears, red fruits••••••, and you can also dig sweet potatoes and yams!" The woman wiped the juice from her mouth with her sleeve, and continued to nibble on the snake fruit after she finished speaking. Ziyi hurriedly handed over his handkerchief.

She took the handkerchief and wiped it around her lips, and just took a bite of the fruit with her small mouth, then stopped and asked, "Don't you eat it?" It's delicious. ”

Ziyi wanted to say that she didn't want to eat it, but she couldn't bear to brush her mind when she saw her cute appearance, so she picked up a small point and nibbled on her example.

After three or two teas, the woman gnawed a plate of fruit all over the ground.

"It's delicious." She muttered as she wiped her mouth with a handkerchief, "I'm going back." ”

"What's your name?"

The woman's eyes widened, her eyes were as clear as black jade, and in the blink of an eye, there was a faint mist in her eyes, and she lowered her head and tugged at the corner of her clothes: "I don't have a name." ”

Zi Yi thought about it, and saw the woman standing by the window, half of her body was shrouded in a haze, which was extremely gorgeous. He said: "You are radiant and beautiful, as bright as a flowing glow, so call it Qixia." ”

"Qixia," the woman rubbed the corners of her clothes and muttered, "Qixia." Then he happily stroked his palms and smiled: "I have a name!" Thank you, God! ”

"Go ahead, you've just cultivated into a human form, don't wait outside for a long time." Zi Yi looked at her and said reluctantly: "I will be in the study every night, if you are empty, come to me." ”

Qixia giggled: "I have something empty or not, when the Divine Monarch is here, I will come out." As soon as he turned around, he flew into the painting hanging on the wall. Zi Yi stared at the painting, the goddess actually changed her posture, the colorful finch was landing on the goddess's shoulder, the goddess looked at the finches, and the two seemed to be communicating something••••••.

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"The hosts! You've spoken to the Divine Monarch! The finch couldn't wait to chirp happily: "What did he call you?" What did he give you a name? ”

"Qixia".

The finch fluttered and flew to Qixia's shoulder: "Sounds good! What did he say to you? Is he good to you? Shenjun is the most handsome man in the world! ”

Qixia glanced lazily at the finch and said, "How many men have you just met?" ”

"I listened to what Qingning and the girls said!" Que Er said angrily: "Besides, there have been many people in this study for thousands of years. ”

"Ten or eight are also called people?"

The finch simply flew to a nearby acacia tree and looked at Qixia condescendingly: "Dare to love the master has seen the world of flowers?" Where there are a lot of people? When the master cultivated the true body of Da Luo, he also took the bird to the sky and the earth for a walk. As he spoke, he pouted again: "But the girl doesn't work like this, I'm afraid this life is hopeless." ”

Qixia pointed at the finch and smiled: "You have ambitions!" Why can't I cultivate the true body of Da Luo? There is a time to wait for me to ask the god for advice. ”

"Yes", the finch hurriedly jumped off the branch: "The divine monarch has great powers, there must be a way to help you cultivate immortals, but the girl has to work hard." ”

"Okay, okay, I'm too lazy to pay attention to you." Qixia took a book from the room and sat on the stone bench in the courtyard to read it silently.

When the finch saw her working hard, she no longer bothered her, and went to the flowers to flutter butterflies to make trouble.

In this situation, the mountains are stacked and green, surrounded by trees, and there are three or two grass houses, which are deep and quiet. Who in the world knows that this realm is like smoke and fog, bright or extinguished, and the smoke is actually an illusion in a painting.

This picture of the goddess was made by Emperor Changhua many years after the death of the goddess.

When Changhua was young, he secretly admired the god Wa Niangniang in his heart. Niangniang has the world in mind, sympathizes with the people in the world, and her virtue and voice all move Changhua at all times. Since Nuwa went, Changhua was heartbroken, and often went to Buzhou Mountain to pay respects, looking up at the sky alone, feeling nostalgic for the morning and twilight, and painful to the heart.

One year when he came back from Buzhoushan, he painted this painting.

Niangniang's voice and smile are like in front of her, and the pen is like divine help. After the painting, I was amazed! It's lifelike!

I didn't want this painting to hang in the study for more than a thousand years, and it was taken away by Zi Yi's sleeves.

It's obviously a robbery! Emperor Changhua was secretly annoyed every time he thought about this, but that Ziyi was very ruthless, and he couldn't do anything about him.

It's impossible to draw another one! In the context of one thing at a time, it is difficult to find a piece of words for a moment, and there is no longer a feeling of writing like a god.

In the past thousands of years, Changhua has not painted a single painting.

In fact, Ziyi also felt guilty in his heart. Helplessly, when he saw the painting in the Changhua room, he felt that he was familiar in his previous life, and the person in the painting was the person he was looking for. He took the painting and left. This retreat from the Thirteenth Heavenly Immortal Palace to the South China Sea Danxia Mountain's own study did not take a breath.

Over the years, he has often stared blankly at the goddess in the painting, and he has a feeling that this woman must be related to him, a previous life? Is it this life? I can't tell.

Sometimes he feels very melancholy, that feeling can't be touched, can't be found, his heart doesn't seem to be a solid one, there is always one place that is not filled.

I am a god, and there is something unpredictable, what is it?

He laughed at himself for his carefulness, so he turned away from looking at the painting and slowly sat down at the desk, where there was a copy of "The Legend of Wa Shen".