One Curtain Wind Moon Nine Heavens

Chapter 1113

After clearing out the former's belongings, he looked around to see if there were any belongings that the third senior brother had privately stored in the treasury room.The gifts given by the other immortals for the sake of the third senior brother will not be refunded, and there is no need to destroy them, they will keep them and give them to others later.

After checking it thoroughly, it was confirmed that there were no unnecessary items, and a sense of cleanliness and ease emerged spontaneously.

As for why you didn't return the item to your ex, don't be stupid, he is going through a lot of calamities, and has a deep sadomasochistic relationship with other women.Her ex should "die" quietly, and when the other party returns, she finds that everything is nothing but a dream.

Since everything is false, naturally she will no longer be entangled, and her divine life will usher in peace.

Moreover, when the other party returns, maybe the Heavenly Court has followed the old system to prohibit the gods from being emotional, and since then the Three Realms will be peaceful, and she will be even more at ease.

After visiting the treasure room, there is no need to visit the dormitory and quiet room, and she doesn't need it now.

When she gets tired in the reading room, she will lie flat on the spot.By the time she returned to the dormitory, she had already woken up.The reason why they exist is probably because the third brother thinks it is not good to destroy other people's things, so let her destroy them, right?

Of course, it is impossible to destroy.Keep it, maybe someday it will come in handy.

This is the mustard space, and it is even more impossible to practice in it.If she went mad and self-destructed, wouldn't it be a pity for the classics in the space?Therefore, the quiet room is also useless.

Oh, and it also includes the dining room, which is actually an open kitchenette on the top floor.

Feng Mi's culinary skills are indeed better than Yuan Zhao's, that's because the latter Sansei Sansei didn't cook anymore, at most he transformed all kinds of snacks from his memory.If you really want to cook seriously, it can only be boiled, and it would be nice to have some cooked food.

However, compared with a real chef, Fumi's cooking skills are at the level of cooking instant noodles.

There was no instant noodles in the sky, and she didn't want to bother others, so she had to cook soup.

For Feng Mi, who is not good at cooking, soup can be made from everything, and gourd soup is the most frequent.Even if it is bland, you have to bite the bullet and advocate that it is delicious and nutritious.

Blowing and blowing, even she believed it herself.

Senior brother eats wind and drinks dew every day, so there is no need to eat.Once seeing her eating alone, lonely and cold, I couldn't bear it for a while, so I ate with her.Sure enough, the god who is easy to feel sorry for mortals is doomed to be unlucky all his life, may he learn a lesson in this life.

Fortunately, she doesn't need to eat in this life, just satisfy her craving once in a while.

It can be seen how important Lin Shu's existence is!
It can be eaten or chatted with, let her bid farewell to the background blueprint of loneliness and desolation, and let others have no chance to take advantage of it.

Disgusting all the living rooms, Yuan Zhao stepped into the only available elegant room, namely the study.There are quite a lot of decorations in the room, but the desks, pens, inks, papers and inkstones used by Fan Fengmi are all available, including pen holders, jade chi paperweights and so on.

There is only one side of the bookshelf leaning against the wall, and the jade slips on it are all the basic courses of immortal arts he prepared for Feng Mi.

It's a pity that she died after less than half of her studies.As a result, the size of this elegant room is obviously not large, there are many empty shelves on one wall, which cannot be filled, making it look very empty.

Yuan Zhao recalled the past while visiting, and finally his eyes fell on a corner of the room.

There is a large painting jar in the corner, and there are many vertical scrolls inside, which seem to be painting scrolls.Stretch out your hand and touch the mustard space that was only opened hundreds of years ago, everything inside is still spotless.

Seeing the picture scroll reminded Yuan Zhao of some clear memory fragments.

In piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Feng Mi, a self-taught sculptor, knows a little about Danqing.But he thinks that his painting skills are so poor that he dare not show it to others, so he only dares to hang it indoors to admire and brag about himself.

Going back to the past, I think of my self-abased appearance in the past, stubborn and pitiful.

Yuan Zhao laughed at himself slightly, and directly performed a spell to draw a picture out of it and hang it on the window lattice.The picture scroll slowly rolled down, and a picture of the true monarch with perfect facial features and a solemn and solemn posture appeared in front of him, which was quite refreshing.

In fact, Feng Mi's painting skills are not very bad.The facial features are not quite similar, but the majesty of the person in the picture can be seen at a glance as the third senior brother himself.

Looking at the painting, Yuan Zhao frowned slightly, vaguely remembering that the third senior brother often sat quietly in the pavilion facing the sea of ​​clouds.

This picture is the scene of him sitting there quietly. After finishing the painting, Feng Mi always felt that there was something missing.After some hard thinking, she added a gourd vine to the picture... After that, the Yunhai Pavilion has a gourd vine trellis.

However, Yuan Zhao was a little taken aback when he saw another figure under the pergola.After thinking about it, he simply cast a backtracking spell on the picture scroll.

Then, the situation of that day presented itself——

"Zhenjun, you are already the main god, why do you still practice every day? Don't you have to go out to experience the suffering of all beings?" Feng Mi asked while sitting in front of the desk with a paintbrush, looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"I have already experienced it." Zhenjun Shengde said in a calm tone without opening his eyes.

Not long after he came back from a catastrophe, this little fairy always felt that he was idle every day, and that every day made trouble for him.

"But I don't think you seem to have realized something," Xiaoxianzi looked at his face probing his head, trying to see a trace of pity in it, "You still have the attitude of being a bystander and aloof."

Hearing this, Zhenjun Shengde finally opened his eyes with a cold expression, and glanced at her:
"I am God."

For all beings in the world, he is a high-ranking bystander, so there is no need to pretend.

"God loves the world." The little fairy retorted.

"God is heartless and desireless, where does love come from?" Fallacy.Too lazy to argue with her, Zhenjun Shengde closed his eyes again.

"Then why do you go down to experience suffering?"

"I was hurt, and I became angry."

He is the god of nature and has no distracting thoughts.Sudden birth of anger can only experience the suffering of the world in the lower realm, the suffering of the mortal body, and realize the source of the eight sufferings in life.Enlightenment breaks through, and then the spirit can illuminate the true nature, stay away from dusty thoughts and return to nature.

Naturally, it is the joy of doing nothing and conforms to the laws of heaven.Once he has affection for sentient beings, how can he maintain the balance and normal operation of the laws of the Three Realms?

"Then why did you detain me here?" The little fairy was unconvinced, "I want to open the house."

"Insufficient strength." I will mention it after I am promoted to Shangxian.

"Then I'll go to hell!"

"Not enough qualifications." Only God can come and go freely.

"Then I'll be reincarnated, I want to be a new man!" The little fairy wanted to throw the pen.

"Your fate is over, you can only be a fairy."

"Crack!" Throw the pen and flip the table!But the table was too heavy to lift (it was fixed by a spell), so he fell back and lay flat, "I want to go to the lower world, I want to go to the lower world! I don't want to be a fairy, I want to go back to be a human..."

Shengde Zhenjun raised his eyelids slightly, his face was speechless:
"..."

Afterwards, next to this picture of the true king, there was a little fairy dancing and dancing.

Yuan Zhao stared at the lifelike figure, also speechless:

"..."

In my impression, Feng Mi, who was still young at that time, was shameless and would definitely not paint his embarrassing appearance to spoil the scenery.This must have been added by the third senior brother later, because she and him were the only ones present at the time.

Only when the two of them are together, will she reveal her nature and act unscrupulously as a demon.

Feng Mi was originally a ghost from the lower world, but because of his meritorious service in saving him, he ascended to heaven and became a fairy.However, she found that the sentient beings in the heavens were incompatible with her, a fairy who was originally transformed from a ghost, and it was inevitable that she would feel restless and ache in her liver and spleen.

God is ruthless and desireless, so he cannot empathize with her, so naturally he cannot understand her feeling of being on pins and needles.

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