That night, I took out the lantern and watched it under the night pearl.
This lamp had been placed by the eldest prince of Xihai to help him nourish his energy and concentration.
After Mo Yuan woke up, Zheyan took it back and kept it in Qingqiu.
When we were in the Nine Heavens, Ye Hua didn't ask about it, so I forgot to return it.
Under the white light spread out by the night pearl, this lantern lit up a small lantern as big as a soybean, which looked nothing strange.
But who knew that inside this ordinary lamp, there was the spirit of a mortal who lived for three hundred years.
The more I think about it, the more my heart sinks.
Although I can't believe everything Su Jin said, I still have the words of the little fairy Nana in the heaven as a guarantee.
Now I have time to figure it out one by one.
Ye Hua and his three hundred Over the years, my love for Tuanzi has been as deep as the ocean.
He is a man of long-lasting love.
His deep love, which is as deep as the sea, has not been turned into ashes after three hundred years.
Why did he immediately fall in love with his God when he saw him?
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that the evil fire in my liver and gallbladder was burning brightly, and one grievance after another crawled through my heart.
I love Ye Hua because of who he is.
For example, he looks similar to my master, and I never thought of him as Mo Yuan for a moment.
If I also regarded him as Mo Yuan's substitute, I would have to greet him respectfully every time I saw him without any blasphemy.
Since I treat him this way, I naturally hope he treats me this way.
If he is because I look like Tuanzi Niang, and he misses Tuanzi Niang so much, then he turns to me for the next best thing.
Then I, Bai Qian, really can't stand his flattery.
Mi Gu whispered outside: "Auntie, do you need to bring some wine with you?"
I responded silently.
The wine brought by Migu was all new wine that had not been matured.
The masculine spirit had not yet been softened by the soil.
When I poured it into my mouth, there was a burning sensation in my throat, which made my dizzy head even more dizzy. .
Maybe Migu saw that I was a little distracted when I came back today, so he understood it, so he specially selected these strong drinks and moved them into my room as soon as he got the order.
I drank until the number of lanterns in front of me changed from one to ten.
I felt that I was almost done drinking, so I stood up and stumbled to sleep.
I was hazy but couldn't sleep.
I always felt like there was something bright on the table, which made my eyes dazzle.
No wonder I couldn't fall asleep.
I sat on the edge of the bed and squinted my eyes to see, it was vaguely a lamp.
Oh, it's probably that lamp with a knot or something.
I thought about it for a long time and didn't remember it.
The light was so bright that it made my heart tense.
I was too weak to get up, so I went to blow out the lamp on the table seven or eight steps away.
I blew it for a long time without blowing it out.
I wanted to use magic to extinguish it, but for a while, I couldn't get up.
I can't remember the magic to turn off the lights.
I sighed at the bad luck and simply made a random sign and pointed it at the lamp with something on it.
There was a clang, and the lamp seemed to be broken.
Well, the flame on the lamp finally went out.
After all this tossing, everything in the sky and the earth began to spin in circles, and I immediately fell on the bed and fell asleep.
I slept for two days, and I remembered many past events while sleeping.
It turns out that more than five hundred years ago, Qing Cang broke out of the East Emperor Bell, and after I worked hard to lock him in again, he did not sleep peacefully in the fox hole for two hundred and twelve years as my parents said.
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Years ago, Qingcang planted a seal and landed on Junji Mountain in Donghuang.
Such as Susu, Tuanzi Niang, and the mortals who jumped to the Immortal Execution Platform, they were all the incompetent and ignorant gods and me at that time.
I still wonder how the tribulation of ascending to the gods was so easy, but after a fight with Qing Cang, I slept for only 212 years and became the gods in my sleep.
When I woke up from the fox hole three hundred years ago, I was stunned to see myself transforming from a shining silver soul into a shining golden soul.
I thought it was God doing me a favor.
I feel grateful that this God is a kind God.
As everyone knows, the fight with Qingcang was just a prelude, and this serious catastrophe that I ascended to the divine calendar was actually a love catastrophe.
I sacrificed my heart for not speaking, and I also sacrificed a pair of eyes.
If Qingcang hadn't sealed my immortal essence back then, I would have had to lose all my cultivation when I jumped to the Immortal Execution Platform.
God is unambiguous in everything he does and is merciful and merciful.
He is merciful as hell.
I finally understood why Ye Hua often acted like he was hesitant to speak when he was in Qingqiu; I also understood that the night he stayed at the inn in the mortal world, he said vaguely, "I am looking at you and remembering you, and I am looking at you."
"Never remember again" It's not that I was confused and hallucinating, everything happened because of Ding Youmao, it was Ye Hua who wronged me back then and felt he could not forgive me.
He is afraid that he will never know why I named the dumpling A Li in the first place, and he will never know why I jumped to the Zhuxian Platform.
Old things are coming back one after another, but the pain of those three years three hundred years ago seems like yesterday.
I don't want to care about any righteousness or truth, or what I have to do to protect the integrity of a mortal like me.
At this time, I don't want to care about it.
I don't have the inclination to care about it.
When I woke up from this dream, I only remembered those three years, the lonely nights spent in the embrace of youth, and the little bits of humble hope that had been worn away.
This emotion rushed towards me, and I felt endlessly desolate and sad.
During those three years, God's life was so miserable and miserable.
I feel that with my current state of mind, it would be difficult for me to get married to Ye Hua in October.
I know I still love him.
Three hundred years ago, I was bewildered by him, and three hundred years later, I was bewildered by him again.
This is obviously an injustice.
I can't control my heart about loving him, but when I think of the past three hundred years ago, there is a big knot in my heart that loves him.
Likewise, I can't get rid of this knot.
I can't forgive him.
Migu brought water for me to wash up.
He looked at me for a while and said, "Auntie, you want me to bring some more wine."
I reached out and wiped my face, only to find that my hands were full of water.
As expected, Mi Gu brought the wine in.
I drank seven or eight jars in the last meal, thinking that I had finished all the money my fourth brother had saved.
Migu was able to bring in five or six altars, which shows that he had a lot hidden in those huts.
Every time I drank, I got drunk.
When I was drunk, I fell asleep.
I woke up and drank again.
I got drunk again and fell asleep again.
Three or four days passed in a monotonous way.
When I woke up in the evening of the fifth day, Mi Gu was sitting in my room, frowning and saying: "Auntie, please tighten your clothes, there is no more wine to move in the cellar."
Mi Gu is too worried, I have nothing to worry about physically.
After all, I just don’t have enough strength.
I am not as useless as Feng Jiu.
I almost vomited out the jaundice after drinking a small amount of wine to hurt my feelings.
And after this experience, probably the amount of alcohol can be increased a lot.
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Without the nourishment of strong wine, my spiritual platform can regain half of its clarity.
This half Qingming Festival reminds me of a major event that I cannot forget no matter what.
I have to find a time to get back my pair of eyes that are in Su Jin's sockets.
At that time, I was going through a love crisis, and Su Jin took advantage of me and stole my eyes.
Now that I have gone through all my misfortune, those eyes are still not quite right in her sockets.
She must not be comfortable with my eyes either.
It's better to choose the right day than to hit it.
I summoned the Kunlun fan and adjusted my makeup slightly in front of the mirror.
Well, his face doesn't look good.
In order not to lose Qingqiu's face, he had to take out a box of rouge and apply it carefully.
I reached the ninth level of the sky with a radiant face.
I made a trick to easily avoid the heavenly soldiers and generals at the Nantianmen.
I had an unobstructed journey all the way to the Changhe Hall where Su Jin lived in the Xiwu Palace.
She is a model who really knows how to enjoy happiness.
She is leaning on a imperial concubine's couch and relaxing with her eyes closed.
When I showed my body, a little fairy who was serving tea when I entered the hall screamed in surprise.
Model opened his eyes suddenly and saw me.
He was startled and said, "The god has arrived, and Su Jin is very frightened."
But the movement of turning over and getting down was slow and steady, and she was really frightened.
I sat aside.
She put on a generous smile and said: "Su Jin tried to figure out the will of the Lord, and probably came to ask how your Majesty is doing.
Speaking of your Majesty," she paused and made her very generous smile appear twelve times.
Fengan: "That Su Su in the mortal world gets along very well with the Lord, and takes good care of the Lord."
The smile on her face made the eyes on her face sparkle.
I stroked the fan and looked calm, saying: "This is the best, of course.
Ye Hua's care of you makes me feel relieved.
So today, I want to care about you."
She gave me a confused look.
I smiled solemnly: "Su Jin, you have been using this god's eyes for three hundred years, are you using them well?"
She suddenly raised her head, and the blood color on her face changed from red to pink, and then from pink to pale, changing three colors in an instant, which was really interesting.
She said with a trembling voice: "What, what did you just say?"
I unfolded my fan and said with a smile: "Three hundred years ago, Benshang Shen suffered a love disaster and lost his eyes in your place.
Today, considering this matter, he came here to get them.
You see, should you do it yourself or should Benshangshen himself do it?
Take action" She took two steps back and bumped into the collapsed armrest of the imperial concubine behind her, but she didn't seem to notice it.
Her lips trembled and she said, "You are, you are Susu."
I opened the fan impatiently and asked, "Should you cut it out yourself or should God help you?"
Her eyes were lifeless, her hands were tightly twisting her sleeves, and she opened her mouth several times, but no complete words came out.
After a long while, he seemed to be crying and laughing: "That woman, that woman is obviously just a mortal.
How could it be you?
She is obviously just a mortal."
I took a cup of steaming strong tea on the table next to me and said curiously: "What's wrong with a mortal, and what's wrong with a god.
Just because I was a mortal three hundred years ago, and I have some pustules, you, a little god, can't Can you come and steal my eyes so that I can dance on the Immortal Killing Platform?"
Her legs softened and she fell down.
I kept saying "I, I" for a long time, but I didn't come up with a reason.
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I came over and touched her eye sockets with my hand, and said softly: "Recently, the gods in Japan are having a happy event.
They drank a few bottles of wine, and their hands are shaking a little.
It probably hurts more than if you did it yourself.
Please bear with it."
Before my hand could reach her, she was already screaming in terror.
I casually created a fairy barrier and placed it in front of Changhe Hall to ensure that the little boys and maidens would not be able to get through even if they heard her voice.
Her eyes were blurry, and she grabbed my hand with both hands, saying: "You can't, you can't."
I slapped her face in a funny way: "Three hundred years ago, you liked to act weak.
I always see you and you are extremely weak.
Can't I let God open my eyes and see what you look like when you are not weak?
When Ye Hua gouged out my eyes, he said that debts must be repaid.
We both know how you lost your eyes in the first place.
We both know how my eyes were placed in your sockets.
I know it well.
Tell me, why can't I get my eyes back?
Could it be that my eyes, which have been in your sockets for three hundred years, have become your own?"
After finishing speaking, he moved his hands neatly.
She howled miserably.
I leaned close to her ear: "Tianjun quietly took care of that matter three hundred years ago, and I will also quietly handle this matter today.
You owed me two things in total, one was your eyes, and the other was This is the Zhuxian Platform.
Today I will pay your debt to the Zhuxian Platform.
Either you jump off that platform, or you talk to Tianjun and use your meager immortal power.
The Donghuang Bell guarding Qingcang on the water's edge will never go to heaven again."
Her body was twitching, thinking it was tight from pain.
I have also suffered this kind of pain, and I can probably estimate it.
She was in so much pain that she couldn't breathe out, but she forced herself to say three words: "I will never" Yes, you finally stopped pretending to be weak with me and managed to be strong.
I raised her blood-stained face and laughed twice: "Well, you want this god to go and talk to Tianjun in person.
But I always say one thing at this time, and another time at another time.
It’s another story.
If I were to talk to Tianjun, I don’t know if I would be talking about the same thing now.”
Her body stiffened under the hand.
Then he curled up in a ball in pain.
I recited a sentence in my mind: Buddha, the consequences of good and evil, the reincarnation of heaven
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