That night, I took out the lantern and watched it under the night pearl. This lamp has been placed at the Great Prince of the West Sea to help him nourish his qi and concentrate his mind, and after Mo Yuan woke up, he was taken back by Zhenyan and has been resting in Qingqiu. When I was in the Nine Heavens, Yehua didn't ask, so I forgot to return it.

Under the white light spread out by the night pearl, this knotted lamp ignited a little bigger soybean lamp, and it was not unusual to look at it. But who knows, inside this lamp, which is not very unusual, there is the aura of a mortal for three hundred years.

The more I think about it, the more my heart sinks, although what Su Jin said can't be fully believed, but there is still the words of the little fairy in the heavenly court, Nana, as a guarantee, now I have to take a moment to calculate the past, Yehua He has indeed been a deep affection for Tuanzi for more than 300 years. He is a long-term lover, this sea-like affection, has not been ground into ashes for three hundred years, why did he immediately empathize and say goodbye to love when he saw the god in this book?

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the evil fire in my liver and gallbladder was burning, and one grievance after another crawled between my heart. I love Yehua because of him as a person, for example, he looks like my master, and I don't think of him as Mo Yuan for a moment. If I also see him as Mo Yuan's cushion, I am afraid that every time I see him, I will have to greet him respectfully, and I can't blaspheme at all.

Since I am right to him, I naturally want him to do this to me. If he is because I am like Tuanzi Niang, and he can't miss Tuanzi Niang, he will turn to me to find the next thing. Then I can't stand his love.

Migu whispered outside, "Auntie, do you need to bring some wine with you?"

I was silent.

The wine brought by Migu was all new wine that had not been stored and matured, and the masculinity had not yet been reconciled by the earth, and it poured into my mouth, and there was a pungent sensation in my throat, which burned my dizzy head more and more. About the valley, he saw that I was a little distracted when I came back today, so he understood it, and the spirits that he had specially selected were brought into my room as soon as he was ordered.

I drank so much that the number of knotting lamps in front of me changed from one to ten, and I felt that I had almost drunk it, so I got up and stumbled to sleep. Hazy but can't sleep, I always feel that there is something bright on the table, which stings people's eyes, no wonder I can't sleep. I sat on the edge of the bed and squinted at the faint light of the lamp. Oh, it's about that knot, knot, or what's the lamp?

I thought about it for a long time but didn't remember.

The lamp was so bright that my heart was so bright that I couldn't get up, so I went to blow the lamp on the table seven or eight steps apart, and it didn't go out for a long time, trying to use a spell to extinguish it, but for a while I couldn't remember which spell was to turn off the light. I sighed and said I was unlucky, and I just made a random trick and compared it to the lamp that was. With a clang, the lamp seemed to shatter. Fortunately, the flame on the lamp was finally extinguished.

After this toss, the heavens and the earth began to circle in circles, and I immediately fell asleep on the bed.

I slept for two days, and I remembered many things from the past.

It turned out that more than 500 years ago, Qing Cang broke out of the Donghuang Bell, and after I tried my best to lock him back in, I did not sleep peacefully in the fox hole for two hundred and twelve years as Daddy and Auntie said, but was sealed by Qing Cang and landed on the East Wilderness Junjian Mountain.

What is Susu, what is a Tuanzi Niang, what is a mortal who jumps Sendai, it is all the incompetent and ignorant God Lao Tzu me at that time.

I still wonder how this catastrophe of ascending to the gods is so good, but I fought with Qing Cang, and after just two hundred and twelve years of sleep, I became a god in my sleep. When I woke up from the fox hole three hundred years ago, I was stunned to see myself turn from a silver glittering spirit to a golden primordial god, and I thought that God had done me a favor. I feel grateful that this God is a merciful God.

As everyone knows, the fight with Qingcang is just an introduction, and the serious calamity of my ascension to the divine calendar is a love calamity. I lost not only a heart, but also a pair of eyes. If it weren't for Qing Cang who sealed my immortal yuan at the beginning, he would have to pay for his cultivation when he jumped to Sendai. God is not ambiguous in doing things, he is merciful and merciful, and he is kind to a ghost.

I finally understood why Yehua often made a look of wanting to speak when he was in Qingqiu, and understood that on the night he came to the Mortal Realm Inn, the hazy sentence "I looked at you to remember, and I looked at you and never remembered again" It was not that I was confused and hallucinated, everything was fine, it was Yehua who wronged me back then, and he felt sorry for me.

He was afraid that he would never know why I named the group Ah Li in the first place, and he would never know why I wanted to jump to Sendai.

The old things are coming one after another, but the pain of the three years three hundred years ago is like the pain of yesterday, what righteousness and what reason, what I have to do in order to maintain the integrity of my mortal, I don't want to care at all, and I don't have the heart to care. I woke up from this sleep, and I only remember the three years, the lonely nights in the midst of the flowers, and the humble hope that was worn out little by little. This emotion came to me, and I felt endlessly desolate and sad. In those three years, God lived so pustucely and sadly.

I think it's a bit difficult for me to get married in October with Yehua in this state of mind. I knew I still loved him. Three hundred years ago, I was fascinated by him, and three hundred years later, I was fascinated by him, which can be seen to be an injustice. I can't control my heart about loving him, but when I think of the old things three hundred years ago, this heart that loves him has a big pimple stubbornly, and in the same way, I can't get rid of this pimple. I can't forgive him.

Migu fetched water and brought it in for me to wash, looked at me for a while, and said, "Auntie, do you want me to carry some more wine?"

I reached out and wiped my face, only to find my hands full of water.

Migu really brought in the wine. I drank seven or eight jars in the last meal, thinking that I had drunk all the fourth brother's savings. Migu can still bring in such five or six altars, which shows that there are a lot of private hidden in his few huts.

I got drunk every time I drank, I fell asleep when I was drunk, I woke up and drank again, and I slept again when I was drunk, and I passed three or four days in monotony. When I woke up in the evening of the fifth day, Migu sat in my room, raised her eyebrows and said, "Auntie is tighter, there is no wine to move in the cellar." ”

Migu is worried, my body has nothing to worry about, after all, I just don't have the strength, I don't use it like Feng Jiu, I drink a little wine and almost vomit out the yellow bile. And after this experience, the amount of alcohol can be increased a lot.

Without the nourishment of the spirits, my spiritual platform was able to regain half of its clarity. This half of the clear door reminds me of a major event that I can't forget no matter what. My eyes, which are in the sockets of Su Jin, must be retrieved sometime.

At that time, I experienced a love catastrophe, and Su Jin took advantage of the fire to rob my eyes. Now that my calamity has been experienced, those eyes are not very appropriate in her eye sockets, and she must be uncomfortable with my own eyes.

It's better to choose a day than to hit the day, I called out the Kunlun fan and slightly adjusted my makeup in front of the mirror. Hmm, the face doesn't look very good. In order not to lose Qingqiu's face, he had to take out a box of rouge and wipe it carefully.

I got the Nine Heavens on the ground with a radiant face, and I easily avoided the Nantianmen Dian Soldiers and Heavenly Generals, and went all the way unimpeded to the Changhe Hall where Su Jin lived in the Xiwu Palace.

She is really blessed, and she is leaning on a chaise longue and slowly closing her eyes to recuperate.

I showed my figure, and a tea-serving fairy in the hall was startled. The model opened his eyes and saw that it was me, he was stunned, and said: "When the gods arrive, Su Jin is terrified." The movement of turning over and staying was slow, steady, and really frightened.

I sat on the sidelines. She pinched out a generous smile and said, "Su Jin figured out the divine intent, and I came to ask about the current situation of the king. If you talk about the king, "paused, and made the very generous smile twelve points generous: "The plain in the mortal world gets along well with the king, and he also takes good care of the king." ”

The smile set off the eyes on her face, and I stroked the fan to make a calm appearance, and said, "This way, naturally the best." Yehua's care for you makes me feel relieved, and today, I want to care for you. ”

She looked at me quizzically.

I smiled dignifiedly: "Su Jin, you have used the eyes of the gods for three hundred years, are you using them well?"

As soon as she raised her head, the blood on her face changed from red to peach, and then from peach to white, and changed three colors in an instant, which was very interesting. She trembled and said, "You, what did you just say?"

I unfolded my fan and said with a smile: "Three hundred years ago, the gods experienced a catastrophe, and lost a pair of eyes in you. You see, do you do it yourself or does God do it himself?"

She took two steps back and hit the collapsed arm of the concubine behind her, but she didn't feel it, her lips trembled: "You are, you are Susu?"

I was impatient to spread out the fan: "Is it up to you to rip it yourself or is it for you to be cut by God?"

There was no sparkle in her eyes, her hands tightly twisted into her sleeves, and she opened her mouth a few times, but she didn't say a complete word. For a long time, he seemed to cry and laughed: "That woman, that woman, she is obviously just a mortal, how can it be you, she is obviously just a mortal." ”

I took a cup of steaming strong tea on the table next to me, and said curiously: "What about a mortal, what about a god." Just because I turned into a mortal three hundred years ago, and I have some pus, can you, a little immortal, come and snatch my eyes and jump to Sendai?"

Her legs went limp, and she slumped. "I, I" I didn't come out for a long time.

I leaned over and touched her eyes, and whispered: "Recently, the gods and men in Japan have a happy event, and they have drunk a few more jars of wine, and their hands are a little shaky, which is about more painful than your own hands, so you can bear more." ”

Before my hand could go down, she was screaming in terror. I casually made a fairy barrier and separated it in front of the Changhe Palace, ensuring that those little boys Xiao Gong'e would not be able to pass even if they heard her voice.

Her eyes were scattered, and she grabbed my hand with both hands, and said, "You can't, you can't ......"

I patted her face funny: "Three hundred years ago, you loved to pretend to be weak, I always see you and you are very weak, can't you let the gods open their eyes to see what you look like when you are not weak? How my eyes fit into your sockets, the two of us know it. Tell me, why can't I get my eyes back, and my eyes have been in your sockets for three hundred years, and they have become your own?"

After finishing speaking, his hand moved neatly. She let out a terrible howl. I leaned close to her ear: "The matter of three hundred years ago, the Heavenly Monarch quietly did it, and today I will also do it quietly." At the beginning, you owed me a total of two things, one was the eyes, and the other was Zhu Sendai. The debt of the eyes I will pay you today. Zhu Xiantai's debt, either you also jump off that platform seriously, or you tell the Heavenly Monarch that with your meager immortal power to guard the Donghuang Bell that imprisons Qingcang on the shore of the water, you will never go to heaven again. ”

Her body twitched and twitched, thinking that it was in pain. I have experienced this kind of pain, and I can probably feel it. She was so painful that she couldn't pull out her breath, but she forced herself to jump out of three words: "I...... Never ......"

Yes, he finally didn't pretend to be weak with me again, and he barely got angry. I lifted her blood-stained face and laughed twice, "Oh, then you want the god to go and talk to the Heavenly Monarch himself." But I've always said one thing at this time, and another at another time. If I go and talk to the Heavenly King, I don't know if what I said at that time will be the same as what I said at this time. ”

Her body stiffened under her hands. Then curled up in pain. I recited a Buddha in my heart, good and evil are rewarded, and heaven is reincarnated.