The flowers are blooming and the windows are open, but why can’t I see you?
I can see you and hear you, but I can’t love you Is there really an afterlife?
Then, I would like to be a butterfly flapping its wings A drop of ink will scatter through the paper A grain of sand that has weathered away I pinched the light blue barrier.
It was quite elastic as always.
It was a bit slipperier than grape skin, but it could not be broken even if it was cut with a knife or burned by fire.
I heard that it was laid down by the Flower God first.
I guessed that If this barrier were made into a piece of clothing, it would be both beautiful and practical.
"Hey, isn't this Xiao Taotao?
It's been a long time, but you're fine after a long time."
Old Hu suddenly emerged from the ground and stood in front of me.
The effect was indescribably good.
I touched my chest, and my heart skipped a few beats before falling back to its original position quite safely.
I patted the little old man’s shiny forehead and reminded him: “We just met this morning.”
Lao Hu's little eyes flashed, and his face was full of wrinkles: "Taotao, this is a joke.
I am old and my memory is not good."
"Yeah."
I nodded honestly.
"Taotao is still as sad as ever.
I am very happy, very happy."
The little old man shook his head, "By the way, where is Taotao going?"
"I heard that Master Changfang has been free recently, so I drafted a memorial and wanted to give it to her."
I pinched a piece of silk paper tucked in my sleeve pocket, "I heard that there is a lot of interesting things outside the flower world, I think Go check it out.”
"Taotao wants to ask Master Changfang to let you out of this barrier."
Lao Hu was startled.
I looked across the barrier at the sea of flowers outside the water mirror, hoping that one or two passing flying insect spirits would pass the message to Master Changfang for me.
For a moment, I felt that Lao Hu was very noisy.
"Oh my, little Taotao is possessed by something.
There is nothing interesting outside.
It's so dangerous.
Fruit spirits and fruit fairies like you and me are rare.
We don't have to be eaten as soon as we go out. " Lao Hu is a carrot that has become an immortal.
He is obviously a vegetable, but he likes to treat himself as a fruit, and he is very proud of it.
It is said that there are very few fruits and vegetables in this world that have become immortals.
In this flower world where beautiful flowers are immortals, we are the exception.
Lao Hu has become an immortal after all.
I have been cultivating for four thousand years but I am still just a human.
The elf, who has not even become an immortal, can't help but feel very melancholy.
In addition to me and Lao Hu, there are also a few unimproved little flower spirits living in the water mirror.
This water mirror has a powerful barrier that can prevent outsiders from entering.
It was built by the Flower God first to protect us elves with shallow practices.
However, I feel that it is very confusing.
It is like a door that is allowed to be pulled but not pushed, or that is allowed to be pushed but not pulled.
There is always one side that can be opened.
If it is not pulled or pushed, it becomes a door.
Blocked the wall.
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This barrier is like this now.
It not only blocks people from the outside world, but also blocks the elves in our water mirror.
It is very weird.
Master Changfang comes to Shuijing once a year to inspect our magic.
When he inspects our magic, he is not very sad every time he sees the progress of my magic.
He tells me that if I become an immortal in ten thousand years, I can find some ways to protect myself.
Get out of this water mirror barrier.
But I really don't have the patience to wait for those six thousand years.
"You haven't experienced it.
It's scary outside.
When I was young, I encountered a rabbit with blood-red eyes.
It opened its bloody mouth and showed two fangs and tried to bite me.
If I hadn't dug it out, There are so many pitfalls that if you escape, you will become a scum a long time ago.
Look at it, look at it, there are still scars from the rabbits."
As he talked, Lao Hu lifted up his sleeves to let me see his wrists.
I looked around and couldn't tell which of the brown marks were age spots and which were scars, so I gave up.
After all, in Lao Hu's stories, rabbits are always the most terrifying and ferocious beasts in the world.
"A peach like you is so juicy that you won't be eaten immediately when you go out."
Old Hu touched his round belly and smashed his mouth.
"I am a grape, not a peach."
Although I listened absentmindedly, I still wanted to correct him on a principled issue like my own species.
"Grapes and peaches are both peaches, aren't they?
It's not good for a little girl like you to be so pretentious at such a young age."
Old Hu twitched his beard, probably because he felt that he couldn't save his face, and his face was a little embarrassed.
I waited for a long time and no elf passed by, so I gave up, thinking about whether I could come again tomorrow.
When I went back, the sun had already set, and there was a burning smell in the side room.
When I opened the door, I saw Forsythia holding a black object in front of my desk and looking at it.
She was very excited to see me back.
"Taotao, you're back.
Look what I picked up in your backyard."
Before he could finish his words, he swung the thing in front of me.
The burnt smell made me take several big steps back before I could catch my breath.
I reluctantly glanced sideways and praised: "It's really dark."
Forsythia was not happy, "I asked you what kind of object this is, but tell me what the color is."
Forsythia is a flower spirit who has failed to become an immortal.
She usually likes to pick up things everywhere, but whenever she picks up something, she throws it at me.
Today's item was not even the biggest, but it was certainly the smelliest thing she had ever picked up.
"It's just a dying jackdaw, buried as flower fertilizer."
I vaguely saw that the dark thing was a ball of feathers, and I guessed it was a crow.
"Jackdaw" Forsythia raised her voice, "Taotao, you mean it's a bird.
I've finally seen a bird in my life."
After saying that, he turned around excitedly and didn't know what to do.
I can't blame her for being excited.
Apart from some small flowers, grass and insects, there has never been a bird flying in this water mirror.
I had some impressions of it because I had read it in Lao Hu's Encyclopedia of Species in the Six Realms.
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"It's dying.
It means it's not dead yet.
Can it be revived?
If it's revived, how about we keep it?"
Forsythia said, tugging on my sleeve.
I looked at Forsythia's dark palms, and then at my sleeves.
I was quite glad that I was wearing a purple dress.
It was washed and washed, but I could still wear it, so I patiently said to her: " Life is not life, death is not death.
Life and death are all fate, and everything has its own reincarnation.
If it has a life, it will come back alive if it is left in the garden without eating or sleeping.
If it does not have a life, I will save it.
It’s also hopeless.”
"When Tao Tao said those ethereal words, I was confused again.
I only know that the Buddha said that he is compassionate.
How can Tao Tao refuse to save him?"
"How did you know that I saved it because I was compassionate to ordinary people who are obsessed with life?
Who knew that Buddha used death as a way to cross over and be reborn on the other side.
Life is so painful, but death is the ultimate happiness."
Forsythia opened her mouth, then opened her mouth again, and finally said in confusion: "Let me think about it."
Then she went out the door thinking about my words.
I happily carried the crow to the backyard.
The year before last, I planted a banana tree in the backyard, but it didn't grow very well.
I thought the soil was not fertile enough.
If I buried the crow as flower fertilizer, it would be like this summer.
It can spread its branches and leaves to provide shade.
It was buried in a few clicks.
I washed myself and went back to my room to go to bed.
In the middle of the night, I suddenly remembered how the crow broke into the water mirror boundary.
I was puzzled for a long time, then got up again and went to the backyard to dig out the crow.
I casually picked up a grape leaf and attracted a group of fireflies, which raised a fluorescent lamp.
I flipped its wings under the light and saw a layer of pale golden light at the base of the wings.
Sure enough, it is not an ordinary crow.
I think it is a crow that has only achieved immortality.
It would be a pity to bury it as flower fertilizer.
It is better to stew it and share it with the elves in the water mirror.
If you eat it, you can gain more spiritual power and save yourself the hard work.
Year.
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt that my decision was very wise.
It's just that it has stopped vomiting now and is about to freeze at the sight.
If it is stewed, the effect will be reduced.
To absorb spiritual power, the most important thing is to be vigorous and fresh.
We have to give it a breath first and don't let it freeze.
I thought about it and gritted my teeth and dragged out from under the bed a jar of honey that I had been refining for five hundred years, scooped a drop of honey into its beak, and then breathed out to it.
After finishing it in one breath, the crow's wings immediately became softer and warmer.
I clapped my hands with great satisfaction, turned around and went to the kitchen to get the pot.
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But I didn't expect that after I got the casserole, a fluorescent lamp that I had gathered up was frightened by some unknown reason and scattered around the room.
When I saw it, it was not a big deal.
These little bugs had never seen the world.
It's just that the wise crow took on my honey brew and took on a human form, lying softly on the table.
I held the pot and walked around it, feeling a little sad.
It turned into a human form like this.
How can I fit the two palm-sized pots?
If it can't fit, it will naturally not be stewed.
After thinking for a moment, I remembered that all immortals, gods and monsters have an inner elixir essence, in which all the spiritual power and deeds gained in life are condensed.
As long as I get this inner elixir essence, I will have everything.
But I was stupid and asked for it.
Stew the crow whole.
I just don’t know where this jackdaw hides its inner elixir essence.
I dragged it to the collapse with great effort, searched all over its tattered black clothes, and lamented that the crow’s aesthetic sense is beyond the ordinary.
The six realms are no longer in reincarnation, so they are happy to be dressed like this with holes all over their body, and they haven't found anything that looks like a pill.
I guess it's hidden inside it.
I took great pains to remove its dark clothes with dangling holes.
After touching for a long time, I made a rather happy discovery.
There was a very strange lump under the crow's belly.
I squeezed it, and it was a little soft and a little hard.
I recalled my body structure and found that there was nothing like this mass.
I thought the inner elixir essence must be hidden inside.
I'm really smart.
I twisted a section of grape vine to turn it into a sharp blade.
I tried the blade with two strands of my own hair and it fell when triggered.
I was very satisfied.
I raised the blade, turned my back to the crow's belly, grabbed the object, and was about to drop the knife, when suddenly I heard a roar of thunder behind me: "Bold":