No one wants to become an immortal after a catastrophe, but he has become a low-level immortal who serves tea and water and runs back and forth.

But I could only see that the immortal envoys of the Nine Heavens were busy coming and going, and they didn't complain at all!

It turns out that the heavenly realm is also very fair, even if he has graduated from the immortal class, he can still get a chance to be assessed every thousand years, and if all the conditions meet the assessment standards, he can naturally choose a better immortal position.

If you can't qualify, it is also beneficial to stay with the people in high positions and serve them.

After all, most Divine Monarchs are willing to give advice if they see someone around them who is dedicated to learning.

But this majority does not include the gods of the old abyss.

Since Xinyue followed him, the only thing she can learn is how to use her time effectively.

As a result, her illusion skills have been perfected.

There have always been no rules in the immortal mansion of the ancient yuan, and most of the immortal envoys are unremarkable, and they can't attract any attention from their own gods, although he always looks up to Xinyue, but it's only because she is quiet and obedient.

As long as he does what he does in his place, he doesn't care about anything else.

Yes, Xinyue has always felt that her own Shenjun is a scumbag who is not bad.

It's just that on this day, as soon as she turned around to the phantom set up, she saw Gu Yuan standing in front of her, the fan in her hand shaking faster and faster, and she looked like the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was full of buildings.

Her heart turned, and she soon had a bold guess: "Which fairy has Shenjun rejected again?"

“......”

Seeing that Gu Yuan's face was even worse, Xinyue's inactive mind turned again, thinking that he was actually waiting for him in front of the phantom he had set up, so there must be something very important: "Send a letter or a gift? I'll go now?"

“......”

Gu Yuan didn't want her to guess herself too embarrassed, so she couldn't help but say, "Do you still know how to come back?!Do you want me to learn from Buxiao and set up an access control for you?!"

Xinyue's eyes widened, and she looked dazed: "I didn't go out until I finished everything......"

"Get out! Get out! Get out! You know how to go out every day, is it that you have a mortal heart after being an immortal for a long time?!Do you want me to find Si Ming Xingjun to write you a life track, and then find your good sister to lead you to a good marriage and go to the mortal world?!"

“......？”

Having said that, Xinyue felt that her own Divine Monarch would definitely not dare to set foot in Tianfu Palace.

Xinyue is the same as Tao Zhizhi, what she thinks in her heart has always been on her face, but Yu Yuan saw it at once, and immediately rolled up her sleeves and made a gesture to pinch the gods: "Ha, don't you think I don't know what you're thinking, do you think I really don't dare to go to Si Ming Xingjun?!"

“......”

Xinyue looked at Gu Yuan's fried hairy appearance, the dazed feeling in her heart became heavy and heavy, she took Gu Yuan's hand and pretended to pinch the trick, returned to the tea table where they often rushed to their knees, and turned her hand to conjure up a tea set: "This tea was brewed before I went out, you moisten your throat." ”

"......" Gu Yuan looked at her slender hand fiddling with the tea set, and suddenly calmed down - he felt a little strange.

He suddenly remembered that they had sat and chatted like this on many idle days.

Of course, most of the time he is talking about himself, and the content of what he says is also about the tasting of goddesses and fairies, but every time he asks her opinion, he will get a "no comment".

It is said that this is also what her master taught her, and she must not speculate until the truth is revealed.

In fact, he has always been very curious about her so-called master, and when he asked her in the past, she always replied that she couldn't remember, but now he can explore it again.

So he asked, "Have you found your master?"

Xinyue Wannian's calm expression finally collapsed, she lowered her eyebrows, and only after a while did she reply: "Not yet." ”

Seeing her like this, he knew that he shouldn't, but he still said with a bit of deliberate cruelty: "Did I tell you? ”

“......！”

Xinyue was stunned for a moment, her eyes straightened for a while, but she immediately became more resolute: "No, I don't believe it!"

Seeing her like this, Gu Yuan was even more annoyed for no reason.

Thinking that no matter how he teased and joked, Xinyue always had a backwater expression, and he complained more than once in his heart that she was really a piece of wood, otherwise why was she expressionless and always had a wooden face?!

Seeing that other people's peach branches are also wood, isn't it also quite vivid?!

At that time, Xinyue heard his words and expressed a different opinion: "The branches are flowers and trees, of course they are smart." ”

Then Gu Yuan took the opportunity to ask, "What about you?"

"I am cutting wood, the kind of wood that can be seen everywhere in the mortal world, left in the mountains, I don't know the vicissitudes of the sea, the years are long. Until one day he was picked up by his master and made a wooden man. ”

At that time, Gu Yuan still thought that even wooden people could become immortals! Look at what the human beings in the mortal world are doing, they are blind and flesh and skin!

Then I became inexplicably proud, thinking, our family Xinyue is really amazing.

Now that I have a careful aftertaste, I realized that it is actually impossible for a wooden man to become an immortal.

Xinyue also affirmed this: "You are right, I should not become an immortal, and I should be my master who becomes an immortal." ”

The master of Xinyue is a Taoist who is dedicated to the Tao, he is extremely talented, and at a young age, his master let him go down the mountain for generations, saying that he can no longer teach him more.

He walked through many places, saw different scenery, helped different people, and finally chose a mountain and hid it.

Perhaps the years in the mountains were silent, or the path of cultivation was too long and boring, he picked up a piece of discarded wood, carved it into shape, and accompanied him day by day......

About he is just a mortal in the end, with company and want more, so he tried his best to let this wooden man have spiritual sense, and then taught him the Tao method, teaching him to cultivate immortals, but in the end it is just a piece of wood, no matter how he teaches him, it is not possible.

But he didn't give up, and he continued to fight against it day by day.

The sandalwood is in the clouds, the tea is overflowing, and the crape myrtle flowers in the courtyard bloom season after season.

Then, one day, one day, the wooden man finally spoke.

"......" waited for a long time and didn't wait for Xinyue to speak, so Yuan was even more curious and asked, "And then?"

"And then ......" Xinyue's eyes seemed to smile, but there was still no expression on his face: "Then he smiled." ”

Gu Yuan was about to ask another "then", but unexpectedly, Xinyue said thoughtlessly: "Many times I obviously think I laugh, but Zhizhi always says that I have no expression change......"

Saying that, she raised her lowered face, still the usual calm appearance, Xinyue looked directly at Gu Yuan, but asked carefully: "Look at me now, are you smiling?"

“......”

The long-sleeved and dancing "Fengyue God" was stunned for a moment, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

The two have been together for a long time, Xinyue naturally understood, and she rubbed her face with disappointment: "It turns out that I can't laugh......"

"Actually, I don't want to laugh now......" Xinyue touched her eyes: "Actually, I'm sad, I can't remember the way the master laughed...... But why can't I remember it?! I remember everything there, the furnishings in the house, the morning glory creeper on the fence, the chirping birds, the babbling stream in the mountains, the stamens of crape myrtle, and the auspicious cloud decoration on the corner of his clothes...... Now, everything can be remembered slowly, but that's what he looks like...... It's just him! I can't even remember it!"

Xinyue was already confused, saying some clueless words, her calm face formed a strong contrast with the collapse in her words, but it made people feel more empathy: "I want to cry, I obviously want to cry, but there are no tears, why are there no tears, is it because I am still the wooden man in the end, I am not ...... at all"

"No, no, no, you are a human, you are not only a human, but also an immortal! You have flesh and blood and a heart!" Gu Yuan looked at Xinyue's empty expression, his heart tightened, so he grabbed her hand and put his palms together: "You can feel it, it's warm, right?!"

Xinyue, who seemed to be out of her body, finally gradually eased up under this warmth, her eyes finally focused on Gu Yuan, feeling that strong concern, she finally took off her usual calm self-control.

In fact, she rarely talks about herself to others, maybe it is the fruitless search for days that makes her tired, or the sentence "soul is scattered" in the old abyss makes her finally afraid, she droops her eyes, and tries to pout her lips like a peach branch, making an aggrieved expression.

She said, "Look, Divine Monarch, not only can I not laugh, but I can't even cry ......."

Gu Yuan's heart "boom", as if after a catastrophe, he has always been romantic, good at interpreting words, he didn't think clearly, so he hugged Xinyue, while gently patting and comforting, while coaxing in her ear: "It's okay, it's okay, laughing, crying, I'll teach you, we Xinyue is so smart, we can definitely learn it all!"

The moonlight is like water, shining cold, the two hearts are so close, but each has its own fiery.

No one noticed that the fairy with dull eyes seemed to have a red shadow looming in front of his forehead - that was the precursor of obsession turning into cinnabar.