Because I lost the branches of the lost valley, and the night was dark, being able to circumvent the East China Sea before the watch was already a great virtue recently.
In this case, I did not expect to be able to rush back to Qingqiu before dawn.
However, the East China Sea is surrounded by waterways.
I have been living on land since I was a fox with four paws on the ground.
Naturally, these four roads all look the same and there is not much difference.
After getting out of the water, I realized that I had taken the wrong direction and mistakenly took the road from the north to the east.
Now under my eyes and ears, the sky is bright and the moon is bright.
I was sitting on the rocks on the north coast of the East China Sea, feeling really worried.
It is not difficult to return to the original route and swim back from the East China Sea, but it will not be easy to face that Ye Huajun again.
Tonight, we can only survive on this north shore for one night, and we will make plans tomorrow morning.
April is a beautiful month in the world.
It is quite warm during the day, but very cold at night.
I was wearing only a few clothes, and the white air in the sea forced me to sneeze three times in a row.
Finally he jumped off the rock and plunged into the nearby forest.
This forest is not as good as Zheyan's.
The branches are tall and rugged, covered with layers of leaves, which provide good protection from the wind.
Since the wind protection is good, the light protection is also good.
Therefore, although there is a clear moon shining in the sky on the ninth level, you can't see any fingers in the forest.
I took off the white silk that bound my eyes and folded them carefully, then took out a dove egg-sized luminous pearl from my sleeve, thinking about finding a three-branched tree branch to lie down on for the night.
This forest is really messy.
Although there are animals and there are luminous pearls illuminating it, my eyes are obviously not as good as those of others of the same kind.
He stumbled only three feet and rolled into a big hole under his feet without paying attention.
Fourth brother followed Zheyan in writing books and collected many absurd stories from all over the world.
One time, it was said that there was a lonely mountain called Yankong among the mountains in the Eastern Wasteland.
There was an archway at the foot of the mountain, and a beautiful monster lived in a bottomless pit under the archway.
Although the evildoer was charming and flirtatious, he was also a good evildoer.
However, he fell in love with a mortal who was cultivating the truth.
However, the mortal was so focused on ascending that he caused a lot of troubles.
In the end, he ruined his own practice and also brought trouble to Manshan. life.
It's a lesson.
Although the big hole that has trapped me now is quite deep, it definitely should not be the bottomless hole in Yankong Mountain.
But even so, there may not be a beautiful and infatuated monster living under the cave.
If I could meet her, enlighten her, and give her to Fourth Brother to take care of his Bifangniao mount, it would be considered a good deed for my trip to Qingqiu.
Thinking of this, I calmed down and let my body fall.
It was indeed a little uncomfortable at first, but I was able to adjust to a comfortable position when I was halfway down, and I was very organized.
After half a stick of incense, my legs were finally on solid ground.
My eyes suddenly opened up.
The moon was bright and the stars were sparse on the canopy made by magic.
There was a curved stream of water below, and a grass pavilion was erected on the water, which was slightly wider than the fox hole of my father and mother.
There is a pair of mandarin ducks and a man and a woman making love in the thatched pavilion.
My original intention was to seek enlightenment from a monster who had not yet done any evil, but I didn’t want to see someone else having fun in their boudoir.
It would be really embarrassing.
The man's back was turned to me, so I couldn't see his appearance clearly.
Half of the woman's face was buried in the man's shoulder, but her eyebrows were good.
But when I first saw me falling from the hole in ashes, I was a little frightened.
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I gave her a friendly smile to reassure her.
But she just stared at me, which made me feel embarrassed.
Since the two of them were hugging each other, the man might have felt something strange, so he turned sideways to look.
Halfway across the pond, this glance made me feel as if I had been doused with hot lard in the middle of summer.
I was both greasy and frightened.
Some old things that I had deliberately forgotten for many years came to mind one after another.
There seemed to be thousands of mountains and rivers between his eyebrows.
He looked at me steadily and said for a long time: "Ayin."
I lowered my eyelids and said solemnly: "It turned out to be Guijun Lijing.
I and Guijun have long since broken up their friendship.
The word Ayin is really not worthy of the name.
I'd rather ask Guijun to call me an empty name."
He didn't speak, but the woman in his arms trembled, which made me see clearly.
I'm really impatient.
However, in recent years, the younger immortals have gotten along well with the ghost clan, so I can't ruin the friendship that was built so easily because of my personal grudges.
With such a layer of worry, after all, his face should not be too cold.
He sighed: "Ayin, you have been hiding from me for 70,000 years, and you are still planning to keep hiding."
His tone was very sincere, as if he was regretful that he could not see me, which was very sad.
I was really curious, how could he say such personal words again, even though our relationship was so broken that we could hardly see each other anymore.
Furthermore, to say that I was hiding from him is really a huge injustice.
Although it is easy to forget things if you live too long.
I rubbed my temples and recalled it carefully, but I still felt that the fact that he and I could not see each other for 70,000 years was definitely not because of my intention to avoid him, but because of fate.
Seventy thousand years is neither long nor short.
The vast swamps and seas in the Eastern Wilderness have come to an end after twenty trips back and forth.
One day 70,000 years ago, the former ghost king Qingcang went out for a hunting trip and fell in love with his ninth senior brother Ling Yu.
He kidnapped him to the Da Ziming Palace and wanted to make him a male queen.
Because I was with Ling Yu at that time, I was kidnapped along the way.
When I was fifty thousand years old, I learned from Mo Yuan.
Mo Yuan never accepts female disciples, so Aniang used magic to transform me into a man, and randomly gave me the false name Si Yin.
At that time, everyone knew that Si Yin, Mo Yuan's seventeenth disciple, was a divine king who used silk fans as his magic weapon.
He is the most favored disciple of God Mo Yuan.
No one has ever doubted that Si Yin turned out to be a goddess.
Although Ling Yu and I were kidnapped together, because I was just a drop-in, my control was naturally more relaxed.
Therefore, apart from three meals, you can still walk around, but if you don't leave the Great Ziming Palace, there will be no problem.
Later, I often thought that maybe I shouldn’t have eaten that bowl of braised pork for lunch on the third day at Da Zi Ming Palace.
If I hadn’t eaten that extra bowl of braised pork, the world might still be the same today.
At that time, I had finished my lunch, but the cook brought me this fateful bowl of braised pork.
He said it was a wild boar that Qingcang had hunted in the morning.
He cut off the thighs and steamed two bowls specially, and sent one bowl to Ling Yu. , he rewarded me with a bowl.
I saw that it was smooth and oily and looked very good, so I was polite and finished the bowl.
It should be noted that I had already had lunch before, so this bowl of braised pork was a snack.
Therefore, a routine walk after a meal requires at least two steps more than usual.
It was these two extra steps that allowed me to first meet the prince Li Jing and change my destiny.
There is a theory that a thousand-mile embankment collapsed in an ant nest; there is also a theory that a steamed bun caused a murder.
Therefore, it is not absurd that a bowl of braised pork has made my life extremely bumpy.
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Looking back now, I can't help but sigh, feeling very sad. tgt: