I am a fairy

Chapter 208 Thick Barrier

It’s all because of Yun Zhongjun’s words.

In the palace, a group of monsters gathered together to discuss how to play the kind of music that Yun Zhongjun mentioned.

"Everyone, we are going to play the music that Yun Zhongjun has heard!" First, a dancing monster holding a flute stepped onto the table and raised his arm to shout.

"What piece of music has Yun Zhongjun listened to?" However, no one responded and everyone continued to discuss.

"That must be the fairy music from heaven." The woman holding the pipa sighed, her eyes full of longing.

"Hey, weren't we in the sky originally?" Xiao Yao in the corner put down his long flute and asked in confusion.

"Haven't you seen outside? We are on the ground." At this time, the flute spirit on the table couldn't help but jump down.

"Nonsense, we are neither in the sky nor on the earth." However, the flute spirit was immediately refuted by someone. It was a leather drum demon, and the face depicted on the leather drum was staring at the flute spirit fiercely.

"Then where are we?" The flute fairy was at a loss.

"We are in a fairy cave." said the drum monster.

The monsters discussed for a while, and the topic finally returned to how to play the music that Yun Zhongjun had heard.

They agreed.

To play the music that Yun Zhongjun has heard, you must first know what music Yun Zhongjun has heard.

Afterwards, the demons all looked towards the figure floating high in the sky and swaying in the wind.

It was the only monster among all the monsters in the Divine Palace that could move easily and come and go freely.

"That Qing Yi, or Qing Luo or something."

"Go ahead!"

Each of these monsters has a distinct personality.

Some are cunning and mercenary, some are lazy and arrogant, and some are clumsy but fierce.

It seems like it was born that way. They don't know why they are like this, but it has been like this since they can remember.

The monster naturally had its own personality, and was as innocent as the breeze. When it heard someone calling it, it turned around and pointed at itself.

"Will you let me go?"

"Where are you going?"
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Jiang Chao discovered that something had been following him recently. That thing was illusory, sometimes high and sometimes low, coming and going with the wind.

After confirming that someone was following him, Yun Zhongjun turned around.

The end of the corridor.

Then I saw a divine man in a white cloud robe standing between the light and shadow. His robe was illuminated by the sun, but the divine look on his face was hidden in the darkness.

The eyes of the God of Heaven radiated light, and the lens made a mechanical sound of zooming, instantly locking onto a target and then confirming its identity.

Yun Zhongjun: "Come here!"

The exit seemed to carry a divine power, and it left the dark creature nowhere to hide and firmly restrained it.

That thing floated over from behind the pillar, wearing a green robe and having an illusory figure. It was a monster that traveled between the worlds of yin and yang.

The monster fell from the sky to the ground, crawling on the ground, as if it was pressed down by something and unable to move.

She could only say respectfully, "Greetings to Lord Yunzhong."

Yun Zhongjun asked, "Green-clothed demon, why are you following me?"

As Yun Zhongjun asked the question, the restraints on the green-clothed demon were finally untied. She regained her breeze-like posture and spoke in a relaxed whisper.

She seemed not to be afraid of Yun Zhongjun, but just to respect him.

The green-clothed demon said, "Because of Yunzhongjun's decree."

Yun Zhongjun: "What decree?"

The green demon said, "Let us play a piece that the God has heard next time. However, after we discussed it, we found that we have never played a piece that the God has heard before, so we came to ask the God."

Yun Zhongjun thought for a long time. Did he say this?

It seemed like he had said that, but it was just a casual comment after listening to it. Recently, he has been busy with cultivation. He went under the Fusang tree to adjust the synchronization rate between himself and the Fusang sacred tree, and gradually became familiar with the structure of this cave and every detail.

Naturally, I don’t have much time to really listen to music every day.

and.

After completing the sacral bone implant and possessing various magical powers, Yun Zhongjun really felt like he had lost track of time.

One meditation session may last for ten days or half a month.

This body can eat wind and drink dew, and even if it meditates for a long time, it will not have any effect, and it can even prolong its life.

And every time you meditate, your mind can travel to the sky. While sitting in the same place, you can go to all corners of the world and into the vast sky.

Yun Zhongjun didn't know when he would wake up from meditation next time, so he just talked about these things casually and didn't take them seriously.

"Oh!"

"I just said this impromptu, I don't mean to force you."

"And next time, I may not attend the banquet."

Yun Zhongjun remembered, but immediately turned and left.

"Don't worry about it, go back!"

Maybe Yun Zhongjun was just talking casually at the time, but the monsters in the Divine Palace Music Bureau took it seriously.

After Qing Yi went back, the demons that had gathered together wondered how Qing Yi could come back like that. The God's words were like divine law, and they had to do what he said.

Even if Yun Zhongjun didn't take it to heart, or even if Yun Zhongjun didn't even have time to come and see it, they must be prepared for the next ceremony.

"It must be because you didn't ask clearly, which made the God unhappy." The leather drum demon rushed up viciously, staring at the green-clothed demon with its ferocious face, and spoke in a rough voice.

"That's right!" The other little goblins also spoke up.

"It's all your fault. You must find out what song the great god Yun Zhongjun has listened to, or don't come back." The cunning and mercenary flute spirit said loudly.

"Go quickly." The group of monsters drove the green-clothed monster out.

The green-clothed demon was a little at a loss, but he was not angry or resentful. He just floated away quietly.

It floated around in the Great Sun Palace, searching for Yun Zhongjun's figure again.

But at this moment.

Yun Zhongjun had already left the Great Sun Temple and went to practice under the Fusang sacred tree in Tanggu.

The green-clothed demon met the demon guest grandma in front of the palace gate of the Great Sun Temple and learned about this matter from her.

"The Lord God has left the palace!"

"Grandma, when will the God return?"

"I don't know."

The green-clothed demon was standing inside the gate of the Great Sun Palace when he spoke. He barely managed to stick his head out but did not dare to take a step.

For the monsters in the Great Sun Temple, the gate of the temple is a boundary.

Take a step forward.

They really changed from monsters and demons to objects, or plants or insects.

The green-clothed demon learned the news from the demon guest grandma, so he flew back immediately and informed the demons in the palace of music.

But the monsters in Yuefu were still not satisfied, and they gathered around and spoke angrily.

"It's all because you're too slow."

"First she displeased the Lord of God and said she would not come to the banquet, and then she was so slow that she could not find the Lord of God. I think she did it on purpose."

"Didn't I tell you not to come back if you can't get the job done?"

The green-clothed demon had no choice but to wander in front of the palace gate day after day, but Yun Zhongjun never showed up.

As the days passed, the monsters in the Immortal Palace became more and more anxious and irritable, as if the inability to complete the decree was like a natural disaster to them.

"New Year's Eve is not far away. If we don't know in advance what music the Lord has listened to, it will be too late by then."

"How to do how to do?"

"It's all that green-clothed demon's fault. We shouldn't have sent her there in the first place."

In the entire Yuefu, the Green-Clothed Demon was isolated and seemed out of place.

When the green-clothed demon heard these voices, he said nothing and flew out again.

He gazed from afar at the Fusang tree in the distance which was growing taller and taller day by day, and in the shadow under the sacred Fusang tree, he seemed to be able to vaguely glimpse a figure.

After thinking for a while, she flew higher and higher.

A gust of wind blew over, and she floated out of the front palace of the Great Sun Palace and drifted towards the Fusang sacred tree.

The moment he passed through the high walls of the Great Sun Shrine, he saw the phantom covering his body disappear.

Only a green silk dress was left.

It swayed like a paper mandarin duck with a broken string, yet floated accurately towards the sacred Fusang tree.

Finally, it landed under the tree.

And this time.

The figure under the Fusang tree slowly opened his eyes, the cables under his feet were shining with light, the divine mask on his face was painted with misty cloud patterns, and the giant sacred tree behind him was connected to him.

The figure stretched out his hand and touched the silk dress that looked like a piece of paper mandarin duck with a broken string.

The finger seemed to really extend its "magic power", allowing the robe to be activated again.

"Charging successful."

"Network connection successful!"

"..."

The robe slowly floated up, and an illusory shadow evolved in the wind and appeared in the eyes of the god.

At that moment just now, the being with the divine appearance already knew what had happened.

Those little things that may seem insignificant to him are, however, of great importance to some beings and cannot be abandoned.

However, the masked god was more concerned about something else.

Yun Zhongjun looked at the green-clothed demon who rushed out of the Great Sun Palace at great risk. If he had not authorized it, the green-clothed demon would have really fallen outside like a mandarin duck with a broken string.

However, after the green-clothed demon recovered, it returned to its ignorant and curious look.

It seemed as if she was not the one on the verge of life and death just now, and she was just doing an ordinary thing.

Yun Zhongjun asked her: "Won't you be disappointed and sad?"

The green-clothed demon didn't understand: "Green-clothed doesn't understand what the Lord God said, why does Green-clothed want to do this?"

Yun Zhongjun: "Because those demons in the Yuefu insulted and scolded you so much."

"It's clearly not your fault, but all the faults and responsibilities are put on you. How can you not feel resentful, angry and sad?"

"It is clearly me, the Lord of the Clouds, who broke my promise. Aren't you disappointed?" The green-clothed demon said, "This is because everyone is looking forward to playing the music that the Lord of the Clouds likes, and I am also looking forward to it."

Yun Zhongjun said again: "Even if it was like this at the beginning, after being criticized again and again and facing disappointment again and again, it is inevitable that you will feel resentful and resentful, right?"

Qing Yi said as a matter of course: "How could it be so!"

It was as if she had never thought about it this way.

Yun Zhongjun looked at the green-clothed demon for a long time and then spoke.

"But people do."

"At first there was hope, then resentment, and finally resentment."

"Good can become evil, and evil can become good; one person can become another."

Qing Yi was surprised at the fickleness of the mortal man and spoke.

"The people in the mortal world are truly terrifying. Fortunately, there are no such mortals in the Immortal Palace of the God."

Afterwards, Yun Zhongjun did not speak.

However, he finally understood what Wangshu had meant when he said that the intelligence and emotions of monsters were different from those of humans.

People change, but monsters start out the same way and stay the same.

What starts out as good is good; what starts out as evil is evil all the time.

This was what Yun Zhongjun knew from the beginning, but at this moment he felt another level.

He knew the fickleness of people, and could also feel the constancy of monsters.

The fickleness of people makes people feel real, but the immutability of monsters is not as false as he had thought before.

For example, this Qingyi.

Her character, which has remained unchanged despite all kinds of events that would cause a mortal to undergo all kinds of changes, is not false or artificial, but extremely real.

She's not really a completely programmed character, and her every move and word is filled with real emotion.

She believes that this is the good thing for her, and that fickle mortals are bad.

Yun Zhongjun suddenly felt that monsters were also quite interesting.

They may be a completely different kind of life from humans, and their intelligence and emotions may be imperfect, but perhaps this imperfection and immutability is not necessarily a bad thing.
"The fickle man and the unchanging demon."

Yun Zhongjun waved his hand and saw Qingyi being pushed out by the vines of the Fusang tree and returned to the Great Sun Temple.

"You go back first. We can discuss everything after I finish my meditation."

After saying this, the immortal closed his eyes.

I have returned to that state where I have no idea of ​​the passage of time and am wandering in the sky.
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Another seven or eight days passed.

The immortal sat down under the Fusang tree, finally completing his practice.

In the bedroom of the shrine, the immortal bathed and changed his clothes, then he finally remembered something.

He picked up the pen and wrote something on the desk.

"Colorful Feathered Robe Song!"

He passed by the courtyard of the music house again and looked inside unconsciously. The monsters inside were finding different corners and places to play their own instruments.

In the main hall, a young girl in a green robe was dancing with the wind.

It passed lightly in front of one musician after another, dancing to their rhythm, as if it was completely immersed in the world of music.

There seemed to be harmony in the Divine Palace Music Bureau, not at all as noisy as before. The group of monsters seemed to have forgotten that they had isolated the Green-Clothed Monster, or they had forgotten a lot of things.

In a pavilion outside Yuefu, a demon in green floated up to the building.

"Meet the Lord God!"

The masked immortal turned around and handed a long scroll to the green-clothed demon.

"Qingyi!"

"Give!"

He didn't say what it was, but the other party should know what it was. After all, he had promised it before and this time he came to fulfill his promise.

He thought about it and realized that no matter what, he was still a god who was high above everyone else in the other party's eyes and had the final say. It would be bad to go back on his word.

Even though, it was just a casual remark, "I will definitely do it next time."

However, the green-clothed girl kneeling in front of him looked at the Immortal Sage in front of him and asked softly with some confusion.

"Hey, my name is Qingyi, isn't it Qingluo?"

Then, the man in green pointed at the scroll.

"God Lord!"

"what is this?"

For a moment, the immortal was a little confused. He didn't understand whether he was confused or the demon in front of him was pretending to be confused.

"Reporting to Lord Yunzhong, they all call me Qingyi, but some also call me Qingluo. Recently, I often can't tell whether I am called Qingyi or Qingluo."

"I just didn't expect that the first time I met the Lord of God, he actually knew my name."

After saying this, the girl in green raised her eyebrows slightly and pursed her red lips.

It seemed like something very important was about to emerge in my mind, but I couldn't remember it.

"Oh, I remember."

"It seems like there is something important that has not been done."

"But why, why can't I remember it?"

“It seems like so much time has passed.”

Jiang Chao looked at the girl in blue. She had the same personality, the same voice, and even the same clothes.

However, the other party seemed not to recognize her and even said that it was the first time she saw her.

Jiang Chao didn't know whether the Wushan Goddess created two green clothes when she was making it.

Or, there is another person standing in front of me.

And this time.

A mortal figure, invisible to both humans and demons, fell from the sky.

She stood on tiptoe with the bright light all over the sky, behind Yun Zhongjun, then took a step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder beside him.

The transparent neon dress floated out of the pavilion and whispered the reason to him.

"Don't you remember, Yun Zhongjun? They are ants and insects!"

"Because their brain is that of a bug, the brain capacity of a bug can only store a small amount of memory. For example, a silkworm, with the complete perspective and perception of a human, would feel extremely large if it received a day's worth of information. Even if it is compressed, it can only store a month's worth of memory at most."

"Although they have intelligence through their brain arrays, they store too many memories and will freeze and cause all kinds of problems."

"So every month, these monsters will clear their memories. Only in this way can they continue to maintain their intelligence and personality."

For a silkworm, or a group of mole crickets and cicadas.

A month or even less than a month is already a reincarnation.
Jiang Chao finally understood why the green-clothed demon in front of him recalled things that happened just last month, but to him it seemed like a lifetime ago.

Difficult to recall, untraceable.

He came to fulfill what he had said, but the person in front of him seemed to have been reincarnated once and could not remember his past.

For an instant.

Jiang Chao's mood became a little complicated. He felt that time had passed so quickly and he didn't realize how late it was when he returned.

Perhaps he felt that what he had promised was not truly completed in the end, at least not in front of the green-clothed demon who still remembered him.

However, in the end he still gave the scroll to the green-clothed demon in front of him.

Watching the green-clothed demon happily holding the scroll, he thanked and left.

Above the pavilion.

The wind was light and the clouds were thin, leaving only one person standing alone on a high place.

"Although only a few days have passed, the immortals and demons are already separated by a thick barrier that spans reincarnation."

The Moon Goddess flew out at the right time and spoke in a voice-over narration.

However, every word seemed to be mocking Yun Zhongjun.

Yun Zhongjun felt somewhat helpless. The Moon Goddess could always drive the deep melancholy in his heart away to an unknown place.

"Don't make it seem like I'm Xun'er and others are Runtu."

"How can they be worthy of being Runtu?"

"Isn't that what you mean?"

"At best, they are just the wild animals running under the fork in the melon field!"

At this time, the Moon Goddess was sitting on the railing, looking at Yun Zhongjun and speaking.

"Mayflies are born in the morning and die in the evening; immortals know no time."

"Now, Lord Yunzhong knows that the difference between immortals and demons is greater than the difference between heaven and earth!"
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New Year's Eve has arrived.

The entire Great Sun Temple turned into a palace in the sky at night. The demons came to congratulate Yun Zhongjun and performed vocal music, singing, dancing, and acrobatics.

"Greetings to Lord Yunzhong!"

After getting up, many little demons looked at the immortal on the cloud bed cautiously.

"So this is what a deity looks like."

"We finally got to meet Yun Zhongjun."

"This is truly the bearing of a celestial saint."

It seemed as if the last Winter Festival banquet was a long, long time ago, so long ago that it was difficult to trace back.

A festival is a reincarnation, a rebirth.

It seems that there is no time in this Great Sun Palace. Time is fixed at a certain node, and the cycle continues again and again.

On the cloud bed.

The gods looked down at the demons performing music and dance, or some bizarre acrobatics.

Finally, I saw the music he wrote himself being performed.

"Colorful Feathered Robe Song!"

The girl in the green silk dress put on a colorful dress and danced. This scene seemed familiar.

On the cloud bed.

Yun Zhongjun picked up the machine beside him, looked at the figure inside, then looked at the figure dancing in the air, and finally put it down.

(End of this chapter)