This extra story takes place within a hundred years when Putao first went to heaven to work as a book boy for Phoenix.
We fruit makers also have backbone.
Ever since Phoenix ignored my wishes and tormented me for eight days, I decided not to pay attention to him anymore.
On days when Phoenix is not polishing ink, the sky is clear, the water is blue, and even the flying catkins feel much more cute and lively.
In my spare time, I spent time with Fox Fairy watching the theater and listening to him comment on the original erotic novel.
The time flew by so fast.
There is only one bad thing.
Although the days when I don't look at Phoenix's face are bright and sunny, with birds singing and flowers fragrant, but without him teaching me the magic spell, my already low spiritual power is even more hesitant now, so I think about abandoning the dark side and joining the bright side to join the fox fairy sect. , and asked him to teach me some secrets to improve my spiritual power, and the Fox Fairy readily agreed.
On that day, the fox fairy solemnly set out a table full of embroidery needles of different thicknesses and lengths, and said to me: "Threading needles is the fundamental way to practice.
Just imagine, if you can't even dance with an ox-hair embroidery needle, Okay, so how do you play well with those magical iron weapons that weigh hundreds of kilograms?
Therefore, I believe that a good embroidery needle is a must-have item for a successful immortal."
Then, the fox immortal told me about the embroidery needles in his collection one by one, and generously let me choose one.
Gen said he taught me how to thread the red thread that night.
I was very puzzled.
The Fox Fairy had bad eyesight.
I didn’t know why she always had to make the red thread very dark in the middle of the night.
She would light a lamp as small as a soybean and thread the needle under the lamp.
When he asked him doubtfully, the Fox Fairy smiled with crooked eyes and said: "I feel that I am more inspired at night.
The night gave me black eyes, and I am destined to use them to find adultery."
However, spiritual power is destined to have little to do with embroidery needles and adultery.
I followed the Fox Fairy to learn how to thread the red thread for ten days.
Not only did my spiritual power not improve at all, but my eyes became increasingly blurry.
If there is a hole in it, you will be obsessed with finding a red thread to thread it through.
I was hesitating whether to continue to learn from the Fox Fairy, but I heard that the day after tomorrow, on the fifth day of May, Qiwu Palace was going to organize a lively Dragon Boat Festival for ordinary people.
It was said that it was to pay tribute to a pioneer who had the courage to jump into the river.
This pioneer had recently been promoted to immortality.
The Phoenix praised his literary talents and invited him to come to Qiwu Palace to serve as the second curtain.
Then he followed the custom and asked a group of immortal attendants in Qiwu Palace to make arrangements according to the rules of the Dragon Boat Festival for mortals.
This actually doesn't mean anything, but Feixu told me that this Dragon Boat Festival is about making rice dumplings.
The mortal rice dumplings are made of glutinous rice and fragrant meat wrapped in banana leaves or bean paste wrapped in a triangle shape.
Naturally, the heavenly world cannot compete with it.
As a mere mortal, Fenghuang waved his sleeves and said, "Just give me your spiritual power."
Spiritual power, shining spiritual power The fillings of ordinary people's rice dumplings are different.
There are bacon, egg yolk, chestnut, and almond.
Heavenly rice dumplings are naturally divided into three, six, and nine grades.
Feixu said that the most miserable rice dumplings only contain one year's spiritual energy, and the quantity is At most, as the years of spiritual power increase, the number of rice dumplings decreases.
Finally, there is a big king brown among all the rice dumplings.
It actually contains five hundred years of spiritual power.
Five hundred years That was the year when the Great Sage Qitian was pinned down by Grandpa Buddha at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.
If I got this King Brown, I would not be spared a lot of hard work.
So, I made a decisive decision to go back to Qiwu Palace the next day to participate in the Dragon Boat Festival and snatch this King Palm.
As soon as the Qiwu Palace opened on the morning of May 1st, I sneaked in.
As expected, there were many rumored green rice dumplings placed on the table in the main hall.
However, they were all wrapped in the same package, so how could you tell whether there was more or less spiritual power in them?
Although I don’t have Sun Dasheng’s piercing eyes that can discern the secrets of rice dumplings at a glance through those unsightly rice dumpling leaves, but as the saying goes, diligence can make up for clumsiness.
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I thought, if we eat them one by one, maybe I will eat the "Five Hundred Years", right?
However, there were too many gods, immortal attendants, and fairy aunts coming and going.
I only grabbed twenty rice dumplings.
However, there were still many more than those immortals who had one hand each, so I took this bunch of rice dumplings with satisfaction.
Go to the back garden of Qiwu Palace to avoid the immortals and start eating them one by one.
In the first rice dumpling, I ate one year of spiritual energy.
Although it was only one year, I thought the taste of this rice dumpling was pretty good.
It was soft, glutinous, and fragrant.
It made people feel that even if it didn’t include any spiritual energy, it was still a good deal. of.
In the second rice dumpling, I got another year of spiritual power, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable, but there are still eighteen chances, right?
The third one, the fourth one, the fifth one, the sixth one, I gritted my teeth and ate the last one with my stomach full.
Heaven is unfair, and it is unfair.
From the first to the twentieth, everyone is the same.
In other words, I almost choked after eating, and I only had twenty years of spiritual power.
I was unwilling to accept it, so I returned to the main hall with glutinous rice filled with bitterness and grievances.
At this time, all the immortals had dispersed, and only Ting Ting and Feixu were left to tidy up.
I went to Ting Ting to find out which little immortal had the good fortune tonight.
Dawang Zong, after hearing this, looked confused and said: "I haven't heard of any immortal family who has it.
I only heard that the rice dumpling Hong Boy ate contained a hundred years of spiritual power."
I couldn't care less about being jealous of Red Boy for the moment, and I made quick calculations in my mind.
Based on what I heard and analyzed, it was clear that the big king brown hadn't been eaten yet.
So I still had a chance.
So I asked about the remaining rice dumplings.
Where.
Liao Ting immersed himself in sorting and said disdainfully: "How can there be any leftovers?
This is the first time Tianjie has made this new thing, and it was gone early in the morning.
There is not a single one left."
I was anxious and stopped him, "If you think about it again, are there really none left?
Is there any fairy who took it but didn't eat it?"
"Of course you have to try good things.
How can you take it but not eat it?"
Liao Ting said.
Feixu suddenly stopped his movements, "Speaking of not eating, I remember that His Highness didn't eat at that time.
He only asked me to take it and put it in his study.
I don't know if he has eaten it now."
There is no perfect way to go.
I looked at the candlelight in Fenghuang's study and knocked on the door reservedly.
"Come in."
Phoenix's clear and cold voice came out from inside with the fragrance of rice dumplings.
I pushed the door open and walked in with high hopes.
As soon as I saw it, I saw a complete rice dumpling placed neatly on the table.
I suddenly felt a surge in my heart.
By the way, I looked at the phoenix beside me, which was no longer an eyesore.
Of course, if he can give me this rice dumpling, I will feel that he is truly the most beautiful man in the world, from the bottom of my heart.
"Jin Mi has met His Majesty the Fire God."
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I said obediently and blessed myself.
In the halo of ignorance, Phoenix raised his narrow eyes for a moment.
When he saw it was me, he lowered his eyes and continued to linger among the dark books.
After a while, he slowly opened his mouth: "I heard that you have been reading recently.
Li changed his position and joined his uncle's family."
"What the hell, His Majesty the Fire God must have heard wrongly.
It is Jin Mi's blessing to be taught magic by His Majesty the Fire God.
How could he not change his mind and join another Immortal family?"
I solemnly denied it again and again.
"Oh."
Phoenix looked up at me and spat out a word with no words.
I picked up a square of Bida fragrant ink and started grinding it in the inkstone.
How could I not show my loyalty now?
"Tonight I only read, no need to use ink."
Phoenix held a scroll in one hand and leaned sideways on the back of the chair.
I don't know if it was my imagination, but I felt a slight hook on the corner of his thin lips.
I put down the ink stick and listened to him again: "It's already late at night, and there are some lumps in my belly.
Now you can use the spell I taught you to warm the rice dumplings, and I will put them in my belly."
I was shocked for a moment, and immediately said to him: "These ordinary people's rice dumplings are terrible to eat.
The banana leaves wrapped outside have a smell, and the glutinous rice inside is too soft.
It's not nearly as good as rice.
Even rice should be made."
The rice dumplings are so soft and glutinous that they are so big that you will choke if you eat them at night.”
Fenghuang narrowed his eyes, a smile appearing and disappearing at the corner of his mouth, "In that case, I really want to try and see what this rice dumpling tastes like.
It's so unpalatable to me that you scolded me like this."
Seeing him reaching out to pluck the rice dumpling leaves, I didn’t even think about it.
I immediately stretched out my hand to cover the back of his hand to stop him, "If Your Majesty the God of Fire is hungry, I will immediately go to the dining room to make a stack of hibiscus cakes for you."
If you eat it, it’s guaranteed to be a hundred times more delicious than this zongzi, it will melt in your mouth and you won’t choke, that’s great.”
I looked at him with intense eyes, but I didn't expect that the bird not only didn't answer for a long time, but also looked distracted.
I didn't know what he was thinking.
I followed his gaze and found that his eyes were on the back of my hand. .
I was anxious for a moment, lest he would not agree, so I simply turned my hand over and held his hand firmly in the palm of my hand.
I looked into his eyes with clear and loyal eyes, and asked again: "Your Majesty the God of Fire.
I thought it was good” I don't know if it was the flickering of the candlelight or the dizziness of me threading the needle, but I felt a faint trace of color on Phoenix's cheeks, but when I saw him looking at the hand I held in my palm, he turned away from my burning hand.
Eyes, there was a strange feeling of discomfort in his voice, and he said lightly: "Okay."
What a heavenly sound I let go of his hand, picked up the big king brown rice dumplings and turned around neatly to go out, "I will take these rice dumplings away.
Please wait for a moment under the Fire God Temple.
Furong Sujin Mi will be delivered immediately."
I was afraid that he would regret it, so I ran away with the king brown in hand after I went out.
God paid off.
I swallowed the glutinous rice with all my strength.
It was indeed filled with five hundred years of spiritual power.
I was so happy that even my dreams at night were filled with the sweet smell of glutinous rice.
Of course, it is not unreasonable to say that "extreme joy brings sorrow".
That night, I was so happy that I had obtained the five-hundred-year spiritual power, and I completely forgot about the hibiscus cake that promised the phoenix.
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It was just a small dish of hibiscus cake.
Phoenix, a petty bird, actually held a grudge.
Later, he punished me by making him hibiscus cake for a whole year.
Moreover, he stopped eating early and lunch, so he chose to ask me to make it in the middle of the night.
He ate it and kept me awake for a whole year.
I kneaded dough in the dining room several times in the middle of the night until I almost fell asleep.
And every time the guy from Fenghuang ate the hibiscus cake, he would have a solemn and deep expression on his face, which made people despise him.
The way he looked at me with raised eyebrows made me itch with hatred.
Phoenix also euphemistically calls it "making up for one's faults."
Admittedly, for the sake of that big king brown, I can't stand him as a bird
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