At this time, it is the day of September.

The flourishing greenery gradually faded to dry yellow, the bluestone streets of the Nine Doubts City were paved with a thick layer of fallen leaves, and pedestrians wrapped in thin jackets quickly shuttled in the cool breeze.

She doesn't seem to be here in the world?

The last time I came back, I had nine doubts, and it was obviously a warm spring day.

In the past 100 years, thanks to her brother, her days of being happy in the world are far less than in the past, the god king is not in Buzhou Mountain, and she, the future successor, must always be there, right?

Although, she is here, it is better not to be there.

A gust of cold wind blew in her face, freezing her so cold that even a god couldn't help but shiver. Bei Ming wrapped the light red clothes on his body, and rushed quickly to the Three Flavors Study.

The fat shopkeeper died, and now sitting at the counter of the three bookstores is his second grandson, who is as thin as a pole.

This person was also polite to her, but the look in his eyes was often confused. For example, today, when she entered the door, she went all the way around the screen and turned to the courtyard behind, and her second grandson lying on the counter did not raise his head.

Unlike the fat shopkeeper, he has no passion for running a bookstore.

However, it's also time.

Many years have passed since she began to write a book and come to the world to live happily.

Books that still exist in the world, or disappear, are all in her drunkenness, plus the messy things she writes herself, I dare not say that her drunkenness hides all the things in the world, but it's not too much.

No, Zhou Mountain will collapse, and when Yunqing breaks through the Heavenly Gate, the immortal clan will leave this continent and go to the Nine Heavens.

Thinking of this, Beiming's footsteps towards Jing Drunk paused.

Nine suspicions were overturned by the withered autumn, but the peach blossoms bloomed in front of the drunken small building. The spring garden in front of her is not her handwriting, but her beauty, Jingzhi.

When she meets the scene, it's just her sight, she is a god in the end, can she still be sincere to people casually? She pestered Jingzhi because she was greedy for his panic when he was teased by her.

However, this greed has been inexplicably greedy for a hundred years.

She didn't know if she had true feelings for Jing Zhi, but Jing Zhi's eyes looked at her and became deep in the company of day after day.

Thinking like this, Beiming tilted his head proudly, who said that beauty is a disaster, she is not beautiful enough, doesn't she also cause a beauty?

Bei Mingfu walked again, and walked faster and faster, and when she was about to enter the door, she heard a quarrel coming from Jing Zui.

Inside the house, Master Cen's voice was deep, and the deep was full of irrepressible anger: "Le Zhengxichen, how many years have you been coveted in this small building?"

Beiming, who was about to enter the door, stopped under the door and silently listened to the quarrels of the people inside.

However, Jing Zhi did not answer Master Cen's angry questioning.

"Joyful!" Master Cen raised his voice angrily, "The reason why the Lezheng family sent you to the world is to let you understand the suffering of the world and then break through the suffering, not to let you indulge in it and not extricate yourself!"

It's a pity that Master Cen's words still haven't been answered.

Master Cen was so angry that he slammed the table, and the table legs slammed for a while because of his thumping.

Jing Zhi is the chosen son of the immortal cultivation world, and ninety years ago, he successfully broke through the Mahayana period and entered the tribulation. At that time, the four clans of people, demons, ghosts, and demons were all talking about it, guessing when he would go to Kunlun to receive the thunder?

The demon clan's Langfeng opened a gamble because of this.

She is used to joining in the fun, and when she heard that there was such a gamble, she pulled the main Jingzhi and went to Langfeng. If she remembered correctly, she would have pressed him to soar in fifty years. new

Did Jingzhi also bet on it?

What did he bet on?

In the huge silence, Master Cen couldn't stand it for the first time, and spoke again: "Le Zhengxichen, with your qualifications, you should have entered the late stage of the Tribulation fifty years ago and ascended to Kunlun. But to this day, you are still in the early stages of the tribulation, and your cultivation has been a full ninety years!"

Jing Zhi, who had never spoken, finally spoke: "Master Cen, the qualifications of the poor road are not so unique. The poor road is stagnant because it cannot move forward."

"Ridiculous—" Master Cen was furious, and the huge scene was drunk, and he was shocked by this roar

Shook three times, "Le Zhengxichen, do you have the ability to repeat what you just said?!"

「……」

"Huh." Master Cen sneered, "Le Zhengxichen, you can deceive me and the world, but you shouldn't deceive yourself. I know you're holding yourself back for her.

But you know best in your heart that Bei Ming is not a demon, and the way of heaven allows you to be in one place, will she be with you? She won't, because in her heart, she doesn't—"

"Master Cen!" Jing Zhi raised his voice and cut off the master's unfinished words, "Bei Ming is just a close friend of the poor road."

"Huh." Master Cen laughed, his voice full of ridicule, and then he sighed, "That's it, I'm just asked by someone to ask you, how long are you going to stop?"

Jingzhi did not answer.

"Okay, whatever you want." After that, Master Cen brushed his sleeves, turned around and went out, and when he walked to the door, he saw Beiming leaning on one side, the expression on his face became more and more annoyed, he opened his mouth, wanting to scold Beiming, but when he was about to speak, he swallowed it back.

In the end, he only muttered a "wrong" and left.

The wind in the Nine Doubts City turned stronger, and the wind blew into the courtyard gate, blowing off a little of the peach blossoms before the drunkenness.

In which year, on a whim, she saw a peach blossom blooming under Kunlun Mountain, so she broke it down and inserted it in her hair? Jingzhi saw the peach blossom and asked her if she liked it?

She said yes.

Later, Jingzhi planted dozens of peach blossom trees here, but the world is not Kunlun, and every day is April. When the peach blossoms withered, she inadvertently sighed again, what a pity.

Since then, the peach blossoms before Jing drunk have often bloomed undefeated, even if she has not been as many days in the world as in the past.

When she looked up again, Jing Zhi was already standing beside her, and with a wave of his sleeves, new peach blossoms bloomed again on the peach blossom branches that were blown down by the autumn wind in the world.

Complicated feelings surged up from the tip of her heart in an instant, and she couldn't help blurting out: "Jingzhi, you don't have to be so good to me."

Jing Zhi smiled and asked, "Master, did you hear what you said?"

Thinking back to the beginning, when she bumped into him for the first time, although his demeanor was warm, in fact, there was impatience in his eyes, and now, not only is his demeanor warmer than in the past, but even when he looks at her, his eyes are as soft as thin willow branches on the banks of the March River.

"yes, I hear you."

"Master's words, you don't have to take them to heart."

"Huh?"

Jing Zhi smiled, stretched out his hand to straighten the peach blossom branch between her hair: "The thoughts that Poor Dao gave birth to because of you have nothing to do with you, it is Poor Dao's own stubbornness and unwillingness to break it."

"Why not?"

The smile on Jing Zhi's lips, because of Beiming's question, bloomed as delicate as a flower: "Beiming, didn't you say it? The most beautiful place in the world is not in the two mountains, but in the world."

That's what she said.

"Poor Dao originally thought that you were talking nonsense, because Poor Dao was born in the world, and never felt that the world was as beautiful as you said, it was you who let Poor Dao know that the world is beautiful or not, not in the poor Dao, not in the world, but with you."

Beiming retreated in a panic.

Her retreat made Jingzhi's eyes flash with sadness, and he closed his eyes and turned sideways.

"Poor Dao likes what you said, people live for a lifetime, and they should follow their hearts. For example, if the poor road used to be devoted to the Tao, it would be possible to have no distractions. Now, when the poor Dao is concerned, he doesn't want to be distracted anymore." As he spoke, Jing Zhi turned sideways again and faced Beiming, who was unable to hide his panic, "Beiming, Kunlun doesn't have you, and Poor Dao doesn't want to go."

"That-" Kunlun doesn't have her, but not Zhoushan.

Jing Zhi tilted his head lightly and chuckled: "Every time, you make Poor Dao speechless, and the first time I see you being troubled by Poor Dao and don't know how to deal with it, it's quite interesting."

"Huh?" Bei Ming straightened his back and immediately made a high-spirited appearance, "Who doesn't know how to deal with it?"

Jing Zhi smiled and stretched out his hand: "What about the book this time?"

The notebook was in her sleeve, and it was only half written. When she wrote this notebook, she didn't have any crooked thoughts, but now, she suddenly felt that she couldn't take out the notebook in her sleeve.

"Huh?"

Bei Ming squinted his eyes and said angrily, "Ben-you said last time, the book I wrote is a routine, and it is becoming more and more boring, even so, why should I still write it to you?!"

"No...... Is there one?" Jingzhi withdrew his hand in disappointment.

Seeing him so disappointed, Bei Ming suddenly felt that she had committed a heinous evil, and when she came back to her senses, she had already pulled out the notebook in her sleeve and stuffed it into the other party's hand.

"That, only half a copy, you can watch it alive." As he spoke, Beiming's face turned red inexplicably, "Also, don't laugh at me anymore, otherwise, I won't write!"

"Okay." A good word, sandwiched with a deep infatuation, once again made Beiming avoid his eyes in a hurry.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a big red paper crane flying into the scene.

"What's that?"

Before she could ask, Jing Zhi had already flicked his sleeves and grabbed the red paper crane into his hand. The crane landed in his palm and began to mutter:

"Little demon, in three days, this king will marry Yunqing Immortal Jun in the Shuiyue Tower of Chongquan—ah, no, it's a contract, as the king's best friend, you must come to watch the ceremony."

After the paper crane finished delivering the message, it turned into a red flower dancing with joy. Seeing the safflower commotion so far, Beiming knew that the heart of the demon king Jiang Li was even more turbulent.

"Cut~" Bei Ming pouted, "The dignified demon king actually wants to be a spiritual pet for a god, and he is proud to get up!"

Jing Zhiwan'er said with a smile: "If Beiming is willing to be a spiritual pet for the poor Dao, the poor Dao will also be proud."

"......" She's not a demon, how can she be a spirit pet for people?!

Seeing that she refused to answer, Jing Zhi smiled and changed the topic freely: "The big wedding banquet between the Demon King Jiang Li and the Immortal Monarch Yunqing, are you going?"

"Big wedding?" Bei Ming held his chin and looked at Jing Zhi with narrow eyes, and there was only one question left in his heart, how did a good upright little Taoist become infected with the spirit of a bastard?

"Huh?"

"Go!"

The demon king and the god king have made a contract, it is the top priority of opening the world, the liveliness of Chongquan is also the first time to open the world, she has always loved to be lively, how could she miss it?

Besides, she is Yunqing's own sister, if Yunqing and Jiang Li get married, ah, if Jiang Li and Yunqing have a contract, Jiang Li is her sister-in-law.

Come to think of it, it doesn't seem bad?

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