so cute

"Zhuowu's handwriting really makes me, an old bastard, feel terrified after seeing it." Master Tingyi's voice rang in his ears again.

Um?Haven't you already said that?Why did you say it again?

Jing Jiujiu was feeling slightly dazed.

"Here...here is Gushe Mountain on the map." The man tremblingly said, accompanied by the sound of a bird fluttering its wings, chirping and flying away, before returning to complete silence.

This was what Assistant Zeng said when he and Bai Yuhuai first walked into the forest.

It seems that a pair of big hands suddenly twisted the time machine and turned it backwards.It is also like a revolving lantern before death.

"Don't you like me?"

It was Jing Jiujiu's voice asking Bai Yuhuai eagerly after seeing netizens' comments on Ding Hanbing's phone.

"Ananda White Buddha. I have seen 32 appearances of the Tathagata."

It was when the factory was recording a program, Bai Yuhuai walked quickly from the factory gate, chanting the Shurangama Sutra, his hair was messed up, his eyes were cold, but he carefully lifted the little paper figurine Jing Jiujiu from the tree. Hold it down.

"You've really changed, you've become so impolite in speaking."

That was what the evil god of the castle said to Guan Yan when he was filming the movie.The next moment, Bai Yuhuai jumped off the second floor and came straight for him, some blood splashed on his body.

Jing Jiujiu was slightly taken aback, the picture in front of him flipped and distorted, and he flicked back quickly - he saw a group of people slowly walking into Sleeping Beauty Castle, while he stood on the high railing and looked down .

There is still the voice of the little robot next to my ear: "What are you doing?"

But this time, he didn't leave early, he saw Kong Xiangqi opened the refrigerator, and the orange bones rolled all the way on the ground.He saw Bai Yuhuai bent down and picked one up.

It turned out that he didn't take it from the refrigerator, but picked it up from the ground.

Bai Yuhuai was holding the oranges, his expression was cold and indifferent, it was the kind of aloofness and incompatibility with the world that came out of his bones.

Bai Yuhuai and Bai Yuhuai whom Jing Jiujiu met later seemed to be two people.

Bai Yuhuai seemed to want to throw away the orange, but he stared down at the orange, then glanced in the direction of Jing Jiujiu, and finally put the orange on the table.

The oranges he showed to Jing Jiujiu later must have been secretly put into his pocket again.

Jing Jiujiu stared at it in a daze.

Looking at it from a different angle...it seems to be more interesting.He could even see Bai Yuhuai's subtle emotional changes clearly.

The button of time continues to spin backwards.

He vaguely remembered that when he was staring at the skeletons, Master Ting Yi seemed to say in surprise: "Is this the mirror from the underworld?"

Jing Jiujiu remembered that in some fairy tales, there was such a thing in the underworld, but it was called the Sansheng Stone.The above can show what you have experienced in the previous three lifetimes.

Mirror of the past... As the name suggests, it can reflect what happened in the past?

So... am I looking at my own past?

I don't know how many pictures flashed.

Until his eyes suddenly fell into darkness.

"Bai Yuhuai?"

"Master Tingyi?"

"Brother Bai? Brother Bai?" He called out again and again in a low voice, but the surroundings were still dark.

He could see nothing, and no sound responded to him.

Until a "ding" suddenly sounded in his ear, as if a clock had been struck, the sound was clear and long, as if it could be heard thousands of miles away.

After this sound sounded, it seemed that everyone became clear-eyed.

Jing Jiujiu felt that he breathed an extremely fresh breath.

Immediately afterwards, the scene in front of him finally slowly opened the curtain.

There are hundreds of thousands of miles of mountains here, and the mountains are shrouded in clouds and mists. After the sound of the bell, it seems to faintly become the fairy music lingering in the mountains. It is beautiful and ethereal, not like the sound of the world.

At this time, countless men and women with fluttering robes, riding cranes and auspicious clouds, like immortals in feathers, came towards Jingjiu Wine Shop just like in the murals.

Jing Jiujiu was startled, and instinctively dodged to the side.

Then he realized that he could actually move.

Jing Jiujiu hurriedly lowered his gaze.

Stretch your arms, stretch your legs.

Soft.

He turned into a little paper man again.

Jing Jiujiu took a few steps with difficulty, but felt that the vast mountain was exhausting him, and he couldn't finish walking.

So when the next "immortal" came flying again, he rode on the wind, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and hitched a ride.

According to myths and legends, immortals can travel hundreds of thousands of miles in a day.

Jing Jiujiu didn't know whether the myths and legends were true or not, but it was true that he fell to the ground with the immortal in the blink of an eye.

Immediately after him, he saw these immortals, no different from ordinary people, and began to climb a peak on foot.

None of them spoke aloud, they just climbed up in silence.

There was dead silence all around.

Not even the chirping of insects and birds could be heard.

Although the mountains and rivers will change with the passage of time, the mountain in front of him is really unfamiliar to Jing Jiujiu, but he still feels... this is Gushe Mountain.

The silence around him also resembled Bai Yuhuai's performance after he set foot on the mountain.

Is Bai Yuhuai among these people?

Jing Jiujiu grabbed the fairy's skirt and climbed up, and finally sat down on the jade crown above the fairy's head.

If you stand tall, you will naturally see far.

But there were so many people here, his eyes were dazzled when he glanced over, let alone find Bai Yuhuai's trace.

Jing Jiujiu had no choice but to grab someone by the hair and try his best to ensure that he would not fall down the cliff.

After an unknown amount of time, the immortals finally stopped.

Jing Jiujiu looked up.

There is a majestic palace floating there, Qishan Palace is not even one-tenth of its size.

The palace has long steps leading down.

On both sides of the steps stand bronze statues of Qilin and Qinglong.

When they climbed up the stairs, Jing Jiujiu saw the unicorn move, but soon it was firmly pressed down by an invisible golden light.

The immortals are not surprised by such a situation, but the expression on their faces has changed slightly, as if showing a little awe and fear...?

They ascended the main hall, entered the gate, bowed down to the seated people together, and shouted in their mouths: "Meet the immortal king."

They dared not even call him by his name.

Jing Jiujiu stretched his neck.

On that seat, sat a tall and slender man in a white robe, who looked extremely young.It gives people a sense of indifference and dignity that is unattainable on the top of the mountain.His hands rested casually on the armrest of the jade chair, the belt of his clothes fluttered behind him, and his face was wrapped in a cloud of mist, making it impossible to see clearly at all.And in the clouds and mist, there are still a few golden lights indistinctly.

It was as if there was no one's head in the cloud.

And like a lamp standing there.

Jing Jiujiu was startled by his guess, so he stared at the person on that seat even more closely.

And none of the other immortals dared to raise their heads.

The person in the seat seemed to be aware of it, and his head turned slightly.

Jing Jiujiu felt that he seemed to be looking towards her.

The eyes vaguely met, and a surging force swept towards them...

Jing Jiujiu thought about it.

Of course he won't be a desk lamp.

But is he... Zhuo Wu?

Is it the muddy nothing of thousands of years ago?

Immediately afterwards, another wave of power suddenly pressed down on Jing Jiujiu. Jing Jiujiu didn't react too much, but the group of immortals knelt down and bowed their heads one by one, and then a low voice came from their mouths: "Xian Jun Why are you angry?"

"The fairy forgives the sin."

There was a subtle change in the face of the man in the seat hidden behind the clouds.There was a weird look on that face that had been calm all year round...

The next moment, all the immortals saw the man slowly get up and walk down the steps.

They trembled even more frightened.

The man was in front of them in a blink of an eye.

He stared at Jing Jiujiu.

What a brave man.

How dare you bring such an evil thing in front of him?

With a cold face, the man stretched out his hand and squeezed Jingjiu.

And the fairy with Jingjiu wine on his head knocked his head on the ground in fright, the jade crown on his head was smashed to pieces, and he only uttered a difficult voice in his throat: "Xian, Xianjun."

The man ignored him and just lifted Jingjiu up.

Jing Jiujiu kicked his legs.

...Pinch his ass again!

In an instant, the man's expression became even weirder.

This thing will suck his breath away... This is the first time he has encountered such a strange thing!In this world, there is something that can suck his breath away!Even part of his divine power ran towards this thing.

And his aura was still moving happily, as if he was scrambling to get into this thing's body.

The man turned Jingjiu wine over and over again and pinched a few handfuls.

Jing Jiujiu was dizzy and hiccupping.

Don't feed, don't feed.

People are going to die.

Jing Jiujiu kicked her legs quickly, turned over in the man's palm with difficulty, and bit the man's thumb.

Let go!

The man froze again, and relaxed his hands.

Nothing can hurt him.

But this thing, if he bites it, it will hurt... He actually hurts.

Seeing him let go, Jing Jiujiu hurriedly climbed up his wrist, arm, and shoulder bit by bit.

He wants to see clearly!

The man remained motionless, as if lost in thought.

And the immortal who had smashed his crown finally couldn't resist the depression and panic in his heart, and slowly raised his head.

When he raised his head, he realized... Xianjun stopped there.

"Xianjun?"

Jing Jiujiu climbed onto the man's ear, kicked on his head, and stepped on it twice.

man:"……"

This evil thing is so rampant, isn't it afraid of being wiped out and never being reborn forever?

Jing Jiujiu didn't know what he was thinking. He sat on the man's head and began to pull his hair. He pulled a few strands with difficulty, and then hung them on a swing, lying on his forehead, touching his eyelids. When he touched it, the bridge of his nose stomped, and he slid his hair to the man's mouth like sliding down a slide.

Jing Jiujiu can finally confirm——

The exact facial features.

He is Zhuo Wu and Bai Yuhuai.

Jing Jiujiu pouted the little paper figurine's flat mouth, and kissed the man's lips.

man:?

This evil thing still wants to stuff itself into my mouth?

Suck more chi out of my internal organs?

Jing Jiujiu sighed lightly.

Zhuowu from thousands of years ago, how could he be a fool?Don't move.

Jing Jiujiu pulled the strands of hair, and started to kick the man's face, the man's face twitched, and he reached out to pinch the little paper figurine again.

"Click", the hair snapped, Jing Jiujiu hugged the hair, slipped it down the man's neckline, and was finally blocked by the waist.

Jing Jiujiu saw something very familiar and kind.

He stomped.

oh! ! !

The chicken is still the same size!

He remembered that Ting Yi had asked Bai Yuhuai if he had really reincarnated, or if he hadn't entered reincarnation at all, but just sealed his memory.

Zhuowu and him are the same person, and they have never changed.

At this moment, the immortal who was kneeling on the ground found that the high-ranking immortal who had been calm and self-sufficient for thousands of years suddenly had blue veins on the back of his hand, and even his fingertips were red.