Clear streams.

Passing through the verdant mountains on both sides, there is a long green river with nine bends and eighteen bends.

The river is as green as emerald, and the occasional low-flying waterfowl pass by a little on the water.

From a distance, the black pearls dotted with emerald green corn add a unique color to this quiet mountain and river stream.

Looking up, the sky is as blue as a wash, like a blue stone that has been wiped, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes off it.

The cry of Wu'er filled the mountains on both sides, and crossed the empty valley, leaving a string of crisp notes that awakened the lush vegetation around it.

From a distance, the endless mountains embedded in the sky are plated with a faint golden light in the afterglow of the setting sun, outlining a picture of the mountains and rivers of Luoxia.

On the turbulent river, a bamboo raft slowly drove towards the mountain stream in front of it.

The paddling boy has a delicate face, although he is a little immature, but he has a calmness that does not match it.

A man in an indigo robe standing in front of him stood with his hands in the wind.

The young man asked, "Master has been thinking about it lately, but is it because of the colorful thing?"

The master in the young man's mouth is none other than the immortal master of Qingxi Stream, Mo Qing.

When Mo Qing heard this, he turned around and said with a smile: "Isn't it? More than 20 years have passed, and that little thing has not yet turned into a human form, how can this be good?"

The young man was a little puzzled and asked, "Why does Master always want Qicai to transform into a human form?" The disciple feels that Qicai is a spirit bird, and he has a very comfortable life, and he may not be able to live freely when he turns into a human form. ”

What the young man said was good, but Mo Qing smiled and said nothing, just hoping that little thing would quickly transform into shape.

She was originally greedy, and since she left her tide career and returned to Qingxijian, no one cares about her and she is even more unscrupulous.

In addition, the newly recruited disciples of Qingxijian are all young children, and they love her very much, and they give her some delicious food every day.

Even when they went out to buy this time, Mo Sheng didn't forget to bring her a sugar gourd.

The bamboo raft turned an unknown number of turns, and then drove in front of a mountain pass.

At the pass of the mountain are two mountains connected, and the two mountains are bent like a half moon, and the sharp points are opposite each other, and they look like an arch from a distance.

Approaching the entrance, Mo Qing's fingertips drew a spiritual energy talisman, and the golden talisman hit the entrance, and a spiritual barrier opened to both sides like a curtain.

A carved fence and jade masonry, pavilions and pavilions suddenly appeared in front of them. Once they had sailed in, the barrier was once again disturbed, leaving only the sparkling surface of the river.

Mo Sheng drove the bamboo raft to the shallow water and ran aground, and when the disciples in the door saw them coming back, they ran forward one after another.

"Master, Master, can you bring back something delicious this time?"

"Senior brother, junior brother, can you buy grain gourds for Qicai?"

......

Everyone, you say a word to me, Mo Qing wanted to tell them to put things together, but he couldn't interject at all.

Shaking his head, he walked away.

Before he reached the main hall, the oncoming colorful color only saw that his head had grown, but he still did not see his human form.

She happily flew to Mo Qing's side and landed on his shoulder.

Mo Qing stretched out her hand and scratched her belly, and said, "Ah Sheng bought you something delicious, why don't you go and take a look?"

"No, it's still those things that eat and eat every day. I want to go back to the capital of the underworld to see, I think Your Highness!"

I don't know if Mo Qing's cultivation has improved over the years, or if Qicai's spiritual power has increased due to the cultivation of silence, I don't know when he can understand her.

For so many years, she almost always mentioned the capital of the underworld, and mentioned the silence of the empress.

When they got married, they went to the city of Dusk Immortal. He also asked Youhuaijun if he had any news of the song and the silence, but the only thing that responded to him was to shake his head.

At first, the two heads of the colorful three days would say that they missed them. Later, it became ten days and a half months, and then it was a few months.

Listening to the thoughts between her words, Mo Qing's eyes turned red with some distress.

He reached out and held her in his hands, stroking the feathers on her body.

"Don't worry, they'll be back one day. It's just that...... If Your Highness comes back and sees that you are still in the body of a bird, you will not be disappointed!"

Qicai looked at him with black eyes and said, "Your Highness will be disappointed?"

"Of course, it's because he gave you the only remaining cultivation, but you haven't changed anything, so he will naturally be disappointed!"

Mo Qing suddenly regretted a little, after so many years, why did she only think of using silence to tempt her to transform now?

"If I become a human, won't Your Highness be disappointed?"

"Of course!"

Who knows, as soon as his voice fell, there was a great light over there.

Mo Qing only felt that the recording light was extremely dazzling, and raised his sleeves to block it. Even the disciples who were unloading by the river were disturbed by the dazzling aura and covered them with their sleeves.

When the aura dissipated, Qicai turned into a human form and stood in front of Mo Qing.

She still looks the same, dressed in that colorful dress, just like the beautiful feathers on her body.

Two bells are tied to the two buds overhead, reflecting the light of the setting sun.

Qi Meisui has a pair of watery apricot eyes, which adds a bit of cuteness to her.

The small nose was small, the pale red lips were pursed, and he looked at him innocently.

"Isn't it just a transformation? It's easy, how can Your Highness be disappointed in me!"

"You...... How can you transform without thunder?"

If he doesn't understand, then Colorful doesn't understand.

She shook her head, indicating that she didn't know.

"And when did you learn to shapeshift?"

"I should be cultivated for me from His Highness, and I will be able to do it later!"

Listening to her words, Mo Qing was sure that it would be possible from then on.

It's just that this little thing is very lazy, so it keeps eating and drinking all day long.

Seeing that she was able to transform into a shape, Mo Qing had an indescribable joy in her heart.

The disciples who liked the colorful ones in the door were even more overjoyed when they saw this, and they ran forward one after another, about to start a new round of tongue theory.

Seeing this, Qicai immediately turned into a bird and flapped its wings and flew away.

"Hey, what's wrong with Colorful Color?"

"I haven't even had time to talk to her!"

Mo Qing coughed lightly and said, "Unload the goods quickly, and then go to practice, don't waste your time!"

When everyone heard this, they saluted one after another: "Yes, Master, disciple obeys!"

Mo Qing was naturally casual, except for being more strict with them in terms of cultivation, he was not very harsh on the disciples in other things.

These are young and frivolous children, whose temperaments will grow after time is tempered. Isn't it from the high-spirited youth that he has grown into a different old man now?

After instructing them, Mo Qing went to the main hall alone.

As soon as he walked on his front feet, the boys on his back feet began to talk to each other again.

"You said that Master has never given us a wife to marry, is it because the girl who cares about him doesn't like him?"

"Master's appearance is dignified, and the jade tree is in the wind, how can there be a girl who doesn't like it? I see, it's almost the same as Master's heart for the colorful colors!"

Everyone was noncommittal to Mo Sheng's words, and they stopped saying anything, and moved the things on the bamboo row back to the hall one by one.