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It's chaos, it's nothing.

Only the occasional birdsong pierced the seemingly boundless void.

In the distance, there were gradually footsteps approaching, the steps were not hurried or slow, and the birdsong also rejoiced with the movement, and a shadow swirled in the haze and went straight to the direction from which the footsteps came.

Qing Fang slowly stretched out his hand, and a bird fell on his arm. This bird is good-looking, with white feathers and six feathers on its tail. If it is divided by clan, it should actually be a family of green cultivators.

The six-feathered bird rubbed his forearm against Qing Fang's shoulder, hooked his head and pecked at his feathers, his tone becoming soft. It's like being coquettish, like being attached. Qing Fang listened for a while, and said to himself: "You are asking me, why did I come to see you today?"

The six-feathered bird nodded his head and tightened his sideburns.

In fact, there is no difference between day and night in this world, so there is no time. Six Feathers just felt that she had been waiting for him for a long time. To be clear, she wished he was here to be with her all the time.

He is not there, and it is difficult to be alone in this situation.

Qing Fang held the six feathered birds in front of him, raised his hand and stroked the blue and white feathers on her forehead, and said lightly: "Fang Yuzhou's drunken phoenix flowers have bloomed, and I have had a few more drinks with my old friends." ”

As he spoke, he took out a drunken phoenix flower from his arms, and the pink petals crumbled together like a drunken phoenix, which was named after him: Drunken Phoenix.

Qing Fang compared the drunken phoenix flower next to the little head of the six feathered birds, and found a position that he thought was the most eye-catching.

He could see that there was a little more longing in the blank eyes of the six feathered birds. She must have been longing, after all, since she entered this realm, she has been blind, and she has not seen anything in a long time.

Sure enough, not long after he finished speaking, the six feathered birds silently lowered their heads and let out a low chirp.

She couldn't see any flowers, no grass.

Her eyebrows and eyes were lowered like a small golden hook hooked on the tip of Qing Fang's heart, causing him to say unbearably:

"When you go out, how about we also bring two pots of good wine to enjoy the drunken phoenix flower?" ”

"?!" The six feathered birds raised their heads suddenly, and raised their voices with some joy and howled twice.

Qing Fang was also happy, grinned and said, "Are you happy?"

Happy, of course she was happy.

The six feathers fluttered happily, and the six tail feathers stretched out in front of Qing Fang like flowing silk, as if a string of white clouds had opened in this gray mirror.

Qing Fang thought that she was probably not only happy to see the drunken phoenix flower.

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The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the boundless scene is new.

This should be a good time to come.

But Qingfang Shangshen has been sleeping hard lately.

In fact, it has been a long time since I slept unsteadily like this. A pot of white hair on the table is just right, and the teacup of purple sand pottery is floating with water vapor, curling and fluttering. Qing Fang took a sip of hot tea and remembered the mirror again.

Headache when I think about it.

Every day, he raises a bronze mirror with a knife of purple and gold blood and a breath of immortal energy. pinching his fingers and calculating, he has been impartial and has been raised for a hundred years.

But recently, there has been no movement in this mirror.

If there is anything unusual about this bronze mirror, we have to start with a clear day a hundred years ago.

Qingfang remembered that the sun was just right that day, a few wisps of white clouds hung under the blue sky, and the pines reflected a good day.

On that day, he was in Fangyu Prefecture, and his old friend Chisong Xianjun slipped out two jars of newly brewed Baihua Drunk and handed them to him, saying that the Shadow Demon Lord was going to learn from him today, so he might as well take the wine jug and sit on the side to watch the battle, and he should also have fun.

Looking at the excitement, don't say that Qing Fang has not encountered it since he escaped from the world, even before he escaped the world, he was also the most happy and light immortal.

However, since there are hundreds of flowers drunk in his hands today, then the excitement of the Red Song Immortal Monarch and the Shadow Demon Monarch, he feels that he can make up for it.

Like him, the Red Song Immortal Monarch of Yuzhang Continent has been in retreat since the Great War of the Two Realms. After escaping from the world, he is not good at martial arts, but he brews a good wine, among which this hundred flowers drunk is Qingfang's favorite. The entrance is mellow, the teeth and tongue are fragrant, warm and moist, and it is the most suitable for drinking.

With a mouthful of mellow stomach, the Shadow Demon Lord and the Red Pine Immortal Monarch fought heartily, and ten miles away was full of swagger.

Since the Immortal Demon Cultivator, I haven't seen such a battle for a long time, and seeing that the Red Song Immortal Monarch is also a little happy on his face, it seems that today's excitement is worth watching.

What Qingfang didn't expect was that this look saw the follow-up troubles.

As for whether it was a burst of light blade unstable in the hands of the Red Pine Immortal Monarch at that time, or whether the Shadow Demon Monarch's feet slipped under his feet, Qing Fang could not remember very clearly. I only knew that when the sword fell, the light blade did not hit the Shadow Demon Lord, but fell straight into the air.

The hand was slippery, and it happened that a bird was passing by at that time, and in a panic, it was hit by a light blade.

Qing Fang was stunned, and hurriedly stepped forward.

Probably because the two of them fought too much, the two bursts of immortal and demon qi rushed to provoke a Sui Ming Mirror, and the flying bird that was hit by the light blade had slowly fallen into the Sui Ming Mirror before Qing Fang stepped forward.

There are still any birds, and there is only a small yellowed mirror left on the green grass.

Qingfang can see that the bird that falls into the mirror is a six-feather green cultivator, most of the ordinary green cultivators have one feather, and rarely have multiple feathers, so what they saw at first glance made Qingfang quite impressed. And there are many feathers, and the word Qingplough is simply omitted, and the four feathers and six feathers are called.

Speaking of the Sui Ming Mirror, according to legend, this mirror was built by Fu Li Tianzun in the early years, in order to imprison a turbid atmosphere in the world at that time, and then Fu Li Tian Zun feathered, and then split the Sui Ming Mirror into six pieces and distributed them to the six major disciples under the seat. Later, these six lenses continued to shatter and seal between the three mountains, nine continents and four seas.

Although it is a seal, it is not very stable. So it's both strange and unusual that this piece can be lured out.

So this mirror with six feathered birds and two jars of flowers drunk was brought back to the Guangyin Palace by Qingfang. At first, he just thought that his house was quiet, and the person in the mirror could recover faster.

It is true that although this bird has somewhat benefited from the blessing of the Guangyin Palace, it is awake, but because there are many turbid breaths of unembers remaining in the mirror of the year, the breath of the six-feathered bird has been very weak due to this infestation.

It is necessary to know that immortals have three essence blood, which is the blood between the eyebrows, the tip of the tongue, and the heart and mouth. In the script, the eyebrows and blood of Qingfang's immortal level were given a nice name, called purple gold blood. Legend has it that ordinary cultivators can increase their cultivation for a hundred years by drinking a sip of purple gold blood, although I don't know how many exaggerated miraculous effects are in this statement, but just by listening to the name, you can know that this is a good thing.

After the Great War of Gods and Demons, Qing Fang escaped from the world, thinking that he was well maintained, and no matter how precious his essence blood was, he felt that he could afford it. Simply stab the eyebrows every day, take a drop of eyebrow blood and enter the mirror with a mouthful of fairy energy, so as to protect the thoughtfulness of the person in the mirror.

This protection is a hundred years.

The old things are not over when I think about it, the tea in the pot is cold, the green side walks to the windowsill, there is no wind in all directions, the warm sun is hidden behind the clouds, it is not sunbathing or cool, it is the most comfortable time.

At that time, the attendant came to report, saying that His Royal Highness Danjia, the king of the North Sea Sea, had come to the Misty Garden of the Nine Heavens, and invited Qingfang to talk about it together. This side was about to leave, and when he raised his eyes, he saw the mirror on the dressing table.

In the past, he always carried this mirror with him, but today Mifangyuan is not far from his palace, so it is better not to bring it, and it will not be long to want to go out.

was in a daze, and a soft call pulled him back: "Venerable God, that little immortal official is waiting in the courtyard." ”