Embroider a peony is rich, embroider a fresh orchid, embroider a rose beautiful, embroider a plum blossom poignantly.

Duan Si looked at the purple shirt fairy embroidering, it was simply beautiful.

In the past, when Duan Si looked in the mirror, he often touched his little face and boasted: "Who is the person in the mirror?

When he saw the purple-shirted fairy, Duan Sicai felt that he was so ignorant at the beginning.

Compared to her, it seems to be a sparrow and a phoenix.

Of course, the purple shirt fairy is a phoenix.

The last stitch finished embroidering the flower picture.

The purple-shirted fairy waved the embroidery cloth lightly, and all the flowers she had just embroidered floated out.

Scattered with endless fragrance, floating to the sky, turning into colorful clouds, sprinkling the lonely sky with splendor.

Then the embroidered cloth turned back to white, and the fairy in the purple shirt embroidered flowers on it.

Duan Si was stunned, it turned out that the colorful clouds looking up at the sky from the world were embroidered by her.

"Do you think I'm ridiculous?"

The Purple Shirt Fairy asked softly, her voice as beautiful as her people.

Duan Si floated to her side, and there was incomparable admiration in his eyes: "Whoever dares to say that you are ridiculous will be blind." ”

"Really?" the purple-shirted fairy chuckled, put down the embroidery needle, and waved her cloud sleeve slightly.

The sleeves brushed over the white embroidered cloth, and the embroidered cloth was immediately covered with various flowers.

Thousands of flowers, competing for beauty.

There are many flowers that Duan Si can't name, colorful and worthy of belonging only to the heavenly court.

Ten thousand flowers came out of the white embroidered cloth, competing to float to the sky, turning into colorful clouds.

She waved her sleeves again, and there were 10,000 flowers.

Now, Duan Si really felt that she was a little strange.

With a wave of your sleeves, you can grow flowers on the embroidered cloth, so why bother sewing with a needle and a thread?

"Now, do you still think I'm ridiculous?"

The purple-shirted fairy asked her question gently, and Duan Si didn't know how to answer, so she could only raise a smile and reply with a witty remark: "The way you embroider is really beautiful." ”

"What about beauty?" the purple-shirted fairy frowned slightly, and there was indescribable poignancy in her spiritual voice. "My seventh little sister is also very beautiful, and now she is alone in lovesickness, crying every night, her Dong Lang has long been out of sight where she is going to go. ”

After she said this, she picked up the embroidery needle again and continued to embroider the flowers.

The legend of Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies was interpreted by the drama in the world as early as the world, and it is a poignant love story with no good ending.

Duan thought about the Queen Mother's daughters, and she saw one of them.

The appearance of the purple shirt fairy embroidered is indeed very beautiful, but she can't be selfish, otherwise she will violate the laws of heaven, and she will end up being imprisoned in the palace forever like the seventh little sister.

Therefore, her beauty can only be appreciated by herself.

I have rewarded it for thousands of years, and I have enjoyed it anyway.

She would rather embroider with a needle and a thread, to relieve this loneliness of not being able to love others and not being loved.

Forever merciless loneliness.

Duan Si wanted to ask her, what sister is it?

On second thought, there really wasn't a need for that.

No matter how many sisters she is, she can't get rid of this fate.

Maybe she is the seventh sister, maybe the seven sisters are originally one person.

Duan Si left her silently, and couldn't bear to disturb her loneliness anymore.

Because she has nothing but loneliness.

Heavenly Court is so beautiful, everything is a wish, but I didn't expect to say loneliness.

Is this true for civil officials and military attachés?

Duan thought about a person, and the world was full of his legends.

He has great powers and no one can beat him.

He is the only immortal in the heavenly realm who does not stop tuning and only listens to Xuan.

He is Erlang of Kunlun Mountain, Yang Jian.

When he thought of his three eyes, Duan Si went to Nantianmen.

There were a few generals outside the Nantian Gate, who were already drunk and staggering, snoring like thunder.

Looking at the magic weapons in their hands, there are umbrellas and snakes, pipas and swords, and they seem to be the four heavenly kings often seen in the temple.

The statues of the four heavenly kings in the temple almost all look the same, anyway, they are all staring, with big beards, and they can't tell who is who.

The four heavenly kings in front of him, although they don't look the same, they all look ugly in their sleep, like rough men in the world.

There was a silver-armored young general, with his back to Duan Si, sitting in the South Sky Gate, swaying Ling Feng.

There were already seventeen or eighteen empty flasks beside him, but he still had wine in his hand, desperately trying to get himself drunk.

In fact, he was already drunk.

Drunk and swaying, sitting in the South Sky Gate, like sitting on a cliff.

When he almost fell from the South Heavenly Gate, Duan Si grabbed him.

"You don't want to die?"

Duan Si was frightened, and no matter which way he was an immortal, he shouted in his ear.

Raising his drunken eyes and seeing a girl in front of him, the silver-armored young general smiled slightly: "Can you give me a death?"

What are these words?

How can anyone beg for death when they meet?

"Why do you want to die?"

"Why should I live?"

The silver-armored young general stood up and walked drunkly towards the South Heaven Gatepost.

"There are four pillars in Nantianmen, each pillar has a few scars, a few knots, and a few places where the paint has fallen off, and I remember them all clearly. ”

The silver armor junior turned around and smiled at Duan Si: "If you guard these four pillars for tens of thousands of years, you will remember it as well as I do." ”

He leaned on the pillar, slipped down and sat down, and continued to drink: "Four pillars with your eyes open, four pillars with your eyes closed, this kind of day, the ghost wants to live." ”

Duan Si floated over and looked at his eyebrows carefully, he was as handsome as the legend, it seemed that only he could wear white robes and silver armor in heaven and earth.

In the past, when Duan Si looked at Wu Wang, he would think that Wu Wang looked good, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that Pan An would be reincarnated.

But today I saw the silver-armored young general, and there was no hope to compare with him, it was a mouse and a raccoon.

Of course, Wu Wang is the little mouse.

"I'm tired of being alive for a long time, but I can't die, because I'm a hero of Heaven. ”

The young man in Silver Armor boasted to himself, and when he boasted, he was more like laughing at himself.

"I had a chance to die, but I was calculated by him. ”

Recalling this paragraph, there was some glory on his face.

It was a hairy-faced monkey who had smashed the heavens with an iron rod.

In the heavenly court, there is no one who is his opponent, and my maternal uncle announced that I would go to the palace and let me fight against him.

I didn't want to bother with this, I just wanted to hide from a distance and watch the excitement.

But it occurred to me that maybe this was an opportunity.

I went to the hairy-faced monkey's dojo, which is a place called Huaguo Mountain.

I made an agreement with the hairy-faced monkey that he would beat me to death with a stick after a few random moves.

He is his demon king, and I am reincarnated in the world, which is the good thing that each of them asks for.

Who knew that the more we played, the more fun it became, and we used our respective magical powers, and the changes were endless.

I haven't met such an opponent in tens of thousands of years.

After a few days of fighting, I couldn't tell the winner, and the fun began to get boring.

As promised, it was time for him to beat me to death, and he raised the iron rod and I closed my eyes.

Who knew that he had yin against me, he turned an iron rod into a rope, tied himself up strongly, and shouted to the sky: "Jade Emperor Lao'er, even if Yang Jian catches me, can you kill me?"

He shouted out in this voice, and all the heavenly court heard it.

I asked him why he didn't keep his promise, and he smiled at me: "I haven't lived enough, how can you die?"

In this way, I caught the demon king who claimed to be the Monkey King, and once again became the hero of the heavenly court.

He was too bad, and in order to keep an opponent in the heavenly court, he didn't even abide by the agreement.

When Heavenly Court was executing him, I didn't even bother to look at it, because I knew that they couldn't kill him at all.

He can't die, and neither can I.

Later, he went to Xijile, and I stayed in Nantianmen, and everyone was wasted like this, and I don't know when there will be a chance to fight.

After saying this past, the wine in the bottle was also drunk, Yang Jian smashed the wine jug, and scolded with a hateful smile: "If you give me another chance to fight him, the ghost is willing to win!"

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