Zheyan's words made me no longer interested in staying in the Nine Heavens.
Although Ye Hua and I are a little angry, I still owe him a favor for going to the Yuqing Realm for healing.
If I say goodbye without saying goodbye, I would be really disrespectful; if I go to him to say goodbye, it will obviously make me lose face. , so he left a letter with sincere words, expressing his deep gratitude for his care in the past two days.
Then he and Zheyan crossed the Nantian Gate and hurried down to the border.
Even if Mo Yuan is just a sleeping soul in the eldest prince of Xihai at this moment, I still want to take a look at him.
This ardent heart that rushes to the West Sea is like a mother bird that gets up early to catch insects in the mountain forest.
When it catches a bite of fat insects, it happily flaps its wings and flies quickly to the bird's nest, eager to take the bite of insects.
The insects are carried to the nestlings.
Going up and down from the Nine Heavens to the West Sea, I was about to touch the clouds for a moment.
Zheyan was very boring stepping on the clouds, and kept chattering in my ears.
Fortunately, he and Fourth Brother have been having a smooth life recently, so I have escaped with my ears and no longer have to listen to him talk about Fourth Brother's embarrassing past events over and over again.
What Zheyan was talking about this time was the gossip about Lord Xihaihai's family.
I sat on the cloud head and listened with great interest.
Among the water kings in the four seas, the east, west, north and south, the one I have the weakest impression of is the water king in the west.
At first, I thought that maybe it was because I had stayed in Qingqiu for a long time and didn't always care about these younger generation gods, which made his impression on me very dull.
Now after listening to Zheyan's words, Fang knew that it was the Xihai lords of the past two generations who had been very low-key, which was why the Xihai clan had no sense of presence in the world.
However, this gentleman of Xihaihai who has maintained a low-key style for many years has recently done something that is not very low-key.
This incident happened precisely because of the eldest prince of Xihai, Die Yong, whose body was borrowed by Mo Yuan to recuperate his soul.
It is said that since more than 600 years ago, Dieyong's weak body bones have been deteriorating.
The pharmacists at the Xihai Crystal Palace could not find out the crux of the problem, and they did not find a solution for a long time.
The medicine master from heaven was invited to make a diagnosis.
The medicine master brought two children to the door to check and inquire about the condition.
He twitched his beard and prescribed two medicines.
However, these two medicines could only prevent Dieyong from coughing up blood.
Before Yaojun left, he quietly dragged Xihaijun to a corner and stood there, saying that the illness of the eldest prince Dieyong did not seem to be a disease on his body.
Since it was not on his body, there was nothing he, a mere Yaojun, could do.
Seeing that even Yaojun had nothing to do, Lord Xihaihai was so sad and angry that his eyes turned red.
After thinking for a long time, he simply came up with a bulletin board to seek medical treatment.
The bright bulletin was posted all over the world, and it was clearly written on it that among the three realms, Whoever can cure the eldest prince of Xihai well will be recruited to be the eldest prince concubine of Xihai, and the girl will be recruited to be the second prince concubine of Xihai.
Well, yes, the eldest prince of Xihai, Dieyong, is rumored to have a broken sleeve.
Lord Xihaihai was so anxious that he published this list which was extremely unreliable.
It is true that many capable people in this world have broken sleeves, such as Lao Tzu Qingcang who left the mirror back then.
But there are many more capable people who are not Duanxiu.
His unreliable performance scares the capable people who are not the ones with broken sleeves and scares them away.
When the flaws in the article were finally discovered, the article was like a bowl of cold water poured into boiling oil, causing the world to turn upside down.
From then on, in front of the king's court in the West Sea, the people with broken sleeves were like the water of the Yellow River, with the waves pushing forward the waves in the endless flow.
It's a pity that although this group of Duan Xiu people are really talented and learned Duan Xiu, they are not really capable people.
Mo Yuan's soul was hidden very deep.
Unless the immortal magic was so transcendent, he would never be able to tell that there was a soul in Dieyong's body that shared his immortal power day by day.
As a result, the eldest prince Dieyong was tortured to the point where he looked even more like a god.
Seeing the haggard appearance of her eldest son, the wife of Lord Xihaihai felt very sad.
She would run to her husband and cry every day, which made Lord Xihaihai very devastated.
People have the heart to follow the Tao, and there is no perfect path for people.
Dieyong's biological brother from the same father and mother, the second prince Su Moye, and my fourth brother are actually involved in a fair-weather relationship.
It is said that after the fourth brother returned to Shili Peach Grove after searching for Bi Fang from Xishan, he had a few quarrels with Zheyan one day, and in a fit of anger, he went to the Xihai Crystal Palace to find Su Moye for a drink.
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Just when the West Sea Crystal Palace was in a gloomy mood, the second prince Su Moye drank a few more glasses of wine and became drunk.
He relied on his fourth brother to talk about all the scandalous things in the family.
When the fourth brother heard about the bitter experience in Su Moye's family, he felt compassion and immediately said that he could ask the God Zheyan from Shili Taolin to help him.
Even though Zheyan's positioning of himself is very clear, he is a "mysterious god who retires from the three worlds, has no concern for the world of mortals, has an elegant taste, and has taste more elegant than his taste."
He doesn't want to get into this muddy water, but he can't resist the fourth brother's words.
The naked threat of cutting off the robe and severing the relationship finally ran to the West Sea with an air of pride.
With this run, the great news that Mo Yuan was about to wake up fulfilled my thoughts.
Zheyan said with a pair of peach blossom eyes: "When Zhenzhen and I left Xihai, we promised a group of little immortals in Xihai that we would send immortal envoys to Xihai to nurse Dieyong in person the next day.
If we want Mo Yuan's soul to recover smoothly, then Dieyong’s body and bones definitely need to be taken care of carefully.”
Although what he said made sense, I frowned and said, "But when did you have an angel in your peach forest?"
He smiled suavely and said: "Last time at the full moon banquet held by Lord Donghaihai, I heard that a fairy with a white silk veil gave Lord Donghaiwater a pot of peach blossom brew as a gift, claiming to be a servant in my peach forest.
They also said that Xian'e claimed to be the biological sister of Prince Yehua of Jiuzhongtian, and several old gods went to Jiuzhongtian to fight.
After searching for half a month, they still couldn't find out whether Lord Ye Hua had any sister.
Later, they went to Lord Donghai Sea to confirm that the fairy was not a fairy, but a fairy dressed as a woman.
Because she was the same as Ye Hua.
There was some love affair with a broken sleeve, and the talented man dressed up in red makeup and pretended that she was his sister to cover it up. " I twitched the corner of my mouth: "Jun Dong Haijun is really funny, haha, he is really funny."
I am very grateful to Zheyan for being able to recuperate the immortal body of the eldest prince of Xihai with my own hands in order to repay Mo Yuan.
But this time he insisted on giving me a man's identity, and then pushed me in front of a man with cut sleeves, which made me feel slightly melancholy.
I regret that since I didn’t have my fourth brother in front of me, I shouldn’t have used Zheyan’s name on that day at Donghaijun’s full moon banquet.
Zheyan glanced sideways in the wind, looked back to the sky, and transformed into a young man, with the four-finger-wide white silk covering his face.
After suffering for a long time, we finally arrived at the West Sea.
Zheyan carried me straight into the sea with an awe-inspiring air as a god.
After swimming two or three cups of tea in the water, he saw in front of the gate of a magnificent palace, a group of little gods from the West Sea led by Lord Xihai.
They all dressed up to welcome the grand occasion.
Because I was personally led into the West Sea by Zheyan, the revered god, even though he kept claiming that I was just an immortal envoy under his command, the Sui Lord of the West Sea did not neglect me at all.
According to the etiquette, Zheyan was respectfully invited to a high position in the main hall, and he carefully brewed tea and served him.
Many fairies brought in stacks of fruit plates to give him, the superior god, a rest.
When Zheyan rested, I naturally followed him.
My second brother Bai Yi, eight thousand years ago, was obsessed with literature and ink for a while, and often compared with me some sour poems from the mortal world.
One of the poems was written by a great scholar who was generally recognized as having no virtue but was talented.
I can’t remember the whole poem, but I only remember two sentences in it.
It was called “I feel more timid when I’m close to my hometown, and I don’t dare to ask people who are coming.”
The second brother explained to me carefully that the poet had gone away to a foreign country and had not been heard from for many years.
This time he returned to his hometown like an arrow, but the closer he got to home, the less he dared to inquire about the news at home.
These two lines of poetry clearly express the poet's longing and fearful heart, which cannot be done without great talent.
At that time, when I heard what my second brother said, I didn't agree with it.
I just felt that the poet was homesick but hesitant to move forward.
It was because he was slightly abnormal.
It was obvious that a normal person would not be able to show such hesitation. .
It wasn't until today that I realized the profound meaning of those two lines of poetry, and realized that the mortal who wrote this poem was not a pervert, but was indeed somewhat talented.
Because I am sitting in the main hall of Xihai Crystal Palace at this moment, and what I carry in my arms is a heart that is timid about being close to home.
She wanted to see Mo Yuan's soul right away, but she was also afraid of seeing it right away.
Zheyan didn't rest long.
He closed his eyes and drank two sips of tea before saying he had to leave.
Because he said this on the pretense of being a god, even if Mr.
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Xihaihai had the intention to keep him, due to his unsmiling and awe-inspiring look, he could only greet all the little gods of Xihaihai and hug him again.
He was sent out with a roar.
After seeing off Zheyan, Lord Xihaihai put on a sad face, and after saying a few polite words, he personally took me to see his eldest son Dieyong.
I took a deep breath and tensed my whole body tightly, fearing that I would make some inappropriate remarks when I saw the stack of yongs
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