He kept the small room for himself, and the big room for the Qinghua Fairy, although the Qinghua Fairy never lived in it once.

Here it seems, time passes slowly and softly, as if it will still be the case thousands of years later.

One day it was raining heavily, and the branches and leaves of the giant tree in the field were blown off the ground. The Qinghua fairy sat under the tree and was drenched in soup.

Gu Caiyu poked her head out of the thatched hut and beckoned her from afar: "Fairy, come in and sit!" "Like a warm-hearted neighbor aunt.

Qinghua Fairy looked at the thatched house, the windows of the thatched house showed a warm light, which seemed to be able to shield all the cold and wind and rain.

She looked at it for a moment, then finally stood up and walked towards the only light in the field.

Gu Caiyu warmly received this precious guest.

He closed the door, so the wind and rain were shut out, and he lifted the boiling water on the stove and poured a cup for the Qinghua Fairy, put the cup in front of the Qinghua Fairy, and said earnestly: "Fairy, look at it, my house is well built, right?" ”

The Qinghua Fairy drank the water in silence and did not say a word.

He cut off the wick of the oil lamp again: "It's just that there are too few oil plants in this lamp, and the fire that is lit is not very bright." The wooden couch is also a little hard, if only there was cotton, it is too hard to sleep now...... It's hard for a good woman to cook without rice. ”

The white cut chicken "cooed" twice, paced to the table, and was pulled down by Gu Caiyu: "Xiaobai, don't make trouble." ”

Fairy Qinghua's eyes caught a glimpse of the table against the wall, and there were some paper and pens, and she couldn't help but be stunned. Gu Caiyu noticed her gaze and immediately stood up: "That's a contemptible Mobao, do you want to see it?" ”

Without waiting for the Qinghua Fairy to say the word "don't want to", this person had already run into the house quickly and came out with his "Mobao".

In all fairness, the handwriting is very beautiful, romantic and chic, but what is written are some "beauty", "goddess", "fairy" and other glamorous words.

Fairy Qinghua looked at him coldly.

Gu Caiyu looked left and right at the dim oil lamp on the paper with the poems written on it, and was very satisfied: "Oh, the words are so beautiful, so chic." ”

"Where did you get your pen and ink?" Qinghua Fairy asked.

Gu Baiyu patted his waist: "It's in the Qiankun bag." ”

Fairy Qinghua frowned: "You don't put some useful rune paper spirit weapons in your bag, and put such boring things?" ”

When Gu Caiyu heard this, she put down the "Mobao" in her hand and looked at the woman in white: "Fairy, what you said is not right. Pen, ink, paper, inkstone, how can it be called a boring thing? ”

"It's because you're only going to carry these boring things that you can't get out until now."

Gu Caiyu sighed twice: "May I ask the fairy, you have a lot of high-grade spiritual weapons in your Qiankun bag, aren't we still trapped here, helpless?" ”

Fairy Qinghua was speechless for a while.

"In your sect, it's always so boring." He sat down on the chair, poured himself a cup of hot water, picked it up and took a sip, as if he was drinking some kind of fine wine, sighed comfortably, and then continued: "Cultivating immortals and cultivating immortals, like you who take your life to cultivate immortals and cultivate immortals, and your cultivation is not very interesting. There are also those who cultivate as freely as we do, doing whatever they want. I cultivate immortals just to be happy, I can't go out, but I have a house here, chickens and hot water to drink, I'm happy. You've brought so many spiritual artifacts, can it keep you warm when it rains? ”

Qinghua Fairy "snapped" and put the cup on the table and got up to leave.

Gu Caiyu grabbed her: "Hey, hey, let me talk casually, why are you still angry?" But there's one thing I'm really curious about," he asked, "Fairy, what is the purpose of your immortal cultivation?" Is it to soar to immortality and immortality? ”

"Of course not." Qinghua Fairy denied it, paused, and said: "All living beings are suffering, if you can cultivate to perfection and protect the peace of the Three Realms, it is the destination of those who cultivate immortals." ”

"Not bad," Gu Caiyu applauded: "Ambitious, amazing." ”

Fairy Qinghua ignored his applause, only looked at him and asked, "Why are you cultivating immortals?" ”

"Me?" Gu Caiyu stretched out his hand to take the white-cut chicken into his arms, and while stroking the bare tail of the white-cut chicken, he said, "I said it, I just wanted to be happy." I'm happy to have wine and poetry, and as for the ascension or something, it's just incidental. In the fairy world, everyone has passed on it by word of mouth, and it seems that it is rare, maybe it is not as comfortable as my broken thatched house, you say, right? ”

Fairy Qinghua turned her head and mocked, "Think too much." ”

Hairpin Xing also felt too worried, this Gu Caiyu seems to be a lowly cultivator at all, in addition to raising chickens and building houses all day long, his heart is very big, if he can also soar into an immortal, the fairy world is afraid that it will be overcrowded for a long time.

This night, the Qinghua Fairy did not leave.

She lived in the largest of the thatched huts, like a guest in the wilderness. There was only one wooden couch in the room, the corners were rough, and there was no bedding or pillows. She was lying on the bed, and the sound of "ping pong" came from the other end, it was Gu Caiyu doing new carpentry work, and occasionally there was the occasional chatter of the white cut chicken, noisy. Outside, torrential rain dripped down the eaves of the thatched huts, soaking the dirt in the yard.

It looked so unstable, as if the wind could blow the roof away, but it was not cold at all, it was very warm.

The Qinghua Fairy closed her eyes, and for the first time in these days, she fell asleep peacefully.

After that, the picture became more fragmented.

Hairpin saw that the Qinghua Fairy lived in this thatched house, and would go to the stone mountain every day during the day to try to break the barrier. Gu Caiyu is still as unprofessional as ever, keen on decorating the thatched house more beautiful and fancy, as well as cooking.

There are only edible weeds and wild fruits in the field, and it is difficult for him to bring condiments with him to make a table of meals that are full of color and flavor. Every time it was noon, he would shout in the courtyard: "Fairy, the meal is ready!" ”

The Qinghua Fairy took back her sword and went back to the house to eat.

She is still cold, and Gu Caiyu is still not annoyed with a hot face and a cold ass. He made a stone vase, picked some dog tail grass and inserted it as decoration, or wrote poetry.

The poems were written one after another, the water in the bluestone tank in the yard was gone, the white-cut chicken still failed to grow a tail, but the giant tree in the field bloomed.

The flowers are like birds that want to fly, and they are like clusters of fire burning enthusiastically on the branches. Gu Caiyu pulled the Qinghua Fairy to look at it, and exclaimed: "Biyi Flower, it's actually Biyi Flower!" ”

"Winged flowers?" Fairy Qinghua asked suspiciously.