Mille-feuille.

Qinghua.

This is the name of the man in Tsing Yi.

According to the words of the yellow gauze woman in front of her, Qinghua is an immortal, and she doesn't know why she is in the lower realm.

According to the rules of heaven, except for the low-level earth immortals who are in charge of some things that basically do not affect the world, although the other earth immortals live in the world, they all need to live in seclusion, and the rest of the immortals are all high in the nine heavens, and they are not allowed to go down to the mortal world easily.

And the owner of this mille-feuille in front of him is also Qinghua.

Since Qinghua slept in it more than two hundred years ago, it has been sleeping for two hundred and twenty years, although the time is a bit long, but for the immortals, it is not an uncommon thing, after all, immortals live a long life, and some immortals are often in retreat and cultivation for hundreds or thousands of years.

"So you're also a fairy?"

Qinghua accepted this identity for the time being, and asked the woman in front of her.

"Childe has tormented the little maid. The woman waved her hand again and again, "I'm just an injured yellow bird that Childe picked up when he went out more than 200 years ago." ”

"Yellow Bird?"

"I was originally a descendant of the Yellow Bird Clan, the Nine Heavens Spirit Beast, but my bloodline was too thin, so I sneaked out without being valued by the clan, but I met the Blood Eagle who had been in the transformation period, and I was saved by Gongzi when I was in danger. You saw that I had some spirituality, so you took me back to this thousand-layer que, and also gave me a transformation pill, so there is a little maid today. ”

Seeing that the other party's words were sincere, Qinghua didn't have much doubt, and then asked, "Then what's your name?"

"Back to Gongzi's words, the little maid didn't have a name that day, it was you who said, 'Fengqi Wutong, quiet woody fragrance', so he gave the name 'Fengyou', did Gongzi also remember?"

The woman in the yellow gauze replied with a sincere face and unhurriedly.

"Feng You, well, I did forget. ”

Qinghua looked embarrassed, it was true that he didn't remember these things anymore, but he felt that the little bird or woman named Fengyou in front of him was not lying, including what she said, but it felt that it should be true, and it should be more than that.

"Oh, by the way, is there anything to eat?"

After sleeping for more than two hundred years, Qinghua was indeed a little hungry, but he saw that Feng You didn't speak or move, so he couldn't help but be a little curious, so he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Childe, you have been sleeping for more than two hundred years, and the barrier outside has not been opened for more than two hundred years, so no one can come and go freely, and there is nothing to eat in the garden. Feng said faintly, as if he was afraid of making Qinghua unhappy, after all, Qinghua's temper was not very good before. Then he added: "Why don't you pick some morning dew for your son?"

Hearing Feng You's words, Qinghua was suddenly embarrassed again, waved his hand, and said forget it. Birds can drink morning dew, but he is alone, think about it.

Suddenly, remembering the enchantment that Feng You mentioned just now, Qinghua asked, "The enchantment you just mentioned?"

Feng You pointed to the sky and replied, "It's the enchantment that envelops our entire thousand-layer que." Before Childe fell asleep, in order to prevent being disturbed, he changed the former enchantment, and he couldn't enter or go out. ”

Qinghua glanced at the sky, there was a layer of ripples that seemed to be flooded with water waves, although the sky could still be seen through that layer of ripples, but it was obvious that the ripples divided the inside and the outside into two worlds. I think it should be the so-called "barrier": "So can we get out now?"

"As long as Childe changes the enchantment, he can naturally get out. Feng You continued.

Qinghua thought about it for a while, let's forget it, I can only stay in it first, and imagine a way by myself. Thinking of being alone first to be quiet and sort out his thoughts, Qinghua suddenly had an idea and tried to ask: "One last question: 'What did you explain before I fell asleep?'"

Hearing this question, Feng You seemed to recall, the joy on his face flashed, it should have thought of something, and then Qinghua saw that Feng You immediately turned into the little yellow bird he saw at the beginning, and flew away with his wings.

Although the size of the little yellow bird does not look the size of a palm, its body is very flexible, and its flight speed is even faster, like a gust of wind and disappears.

Qinghua didn't know what the little yellow bird was going to get, and she didn't know how long it would take, so she reopened the door and walked in.

There was still no change in the bedroom, and the agarwood was still slowly rising, as if it was going to rise all the way to the sky.

I just don't know if I really have immortals living above the Nine Heavens? And if I really come from the Nine Heavens? So what should I be like in the sky? Why don't I have the slightest impression now?

Although the current self does not doubt what Feng You said, but now he looks like this, he doesn't look like an immortal, but a bit like a prisoner, and it seems that he is still the kind of person who paints the ground as a prison, it is really "self-inflicted", how can he think that he will change the enchantment to something that he can't even get out of? Although Qinghua didn't try, he was sure that he would definitely not be able to get out now.

So why did you do this in the first place?

What happened to me everywhere that made me choose this way?

And most importantly, why don't you remember anything?

Is it true that I have amnesia?

Is it possible to sleep for 200 years and lose memory?

There are too many questions that I don't know the answers to, but with the way I am now, it seems that there is no way to solve them.

In just a moment, the little yellow bird that Feng You incarnated flew back. Because Qinghua didn't close the door, the little yellow bird flew directly in front of Qingruo, and turned into Feng You, still dressed in yellow yarn.

Feng You didn't say anything, just handed a roll of bamboo slips in his hand, no, it should be a jade slip to Qinghua, the white jade slip was shining brightly, flashing with a faint light, and it was not a mortal thing.

After Qinghua opened it, he saw that there was no word on it, and turned his head to look at Feng You beside him.

Feng You hurriedly said: "It should be that you still need a drop of your blood to see it." ”

Qinghua was stunned, then put the index finger of his right hand into his mouth, bit it gently, and then dropped a drop of blood on the jade slip. As the drop of blood fell on the jade slip, the drop of blood spread quickly to the entire volume of the jade slip as if it spread with the meridians, and then the lines of red words, as if flooded with water waves, appeared on the jade slip.