A certain attack stole the cabbage from Tiandi's house

The eighth day of November in the second year of Yuan Cheng.A great event happened in the fairy world.

In the past few years, all the immortals in the fairy world have performed their duties and followed the rules. The world below has been smooth and the weather has been smooth. something to do.

The Emperor of Heaven is very leisurely, so is Xiaoxian, the jailer guarding the prison, and the sinners locked in the prison are even more leisurely.The prison doors are usually unlocked, and the criminals often play mahjong in groups with the jailers outside the cell, but even so, nothing has happened.The sky prison is not as heavily guarded as the prisons in the mortal world, because the gods are all masters of Taoism, and they have many scriptures and Taoism concepts, so they are naturally disciplined.Moreover, these sinners didn't do anything serious, at most they just dozed off, accidentally switched the fate of someone in the mortal world, or sneezed where they shouldn't, causing the A few days of strong winds have blown in the Mortal Realm, and the roof of someone's house has been swept away.They all committed some trivial things that seemed like someone was unlucky, or a minor natural disaster.

The detention period of the sinful immortals was not long, and the jailers never thought that there would be such a thing as immortals escaping from prison.However, this event that had never happened before happened, it happened very suddenly, like a thunderbolt suddenly struck by a fine sunny day, people were caught off guard.

The fairy who escaped from prison is also a fairy that everyone has never been wary of.That was Li Xuehan, the eldest prince of the Bihai Qiankun Lianli Palace in the fairy world.That gentle, kind, jade-clean and icy Li Xuehan, who was once bestowed by the Emperor of Heaven with the title His Highness of Mercy, is a role model for a generation of immortals!

Never expected that His Royal Highness Mercy, a model among immortals, escaped from prison!

The jailers were as anxious as ants on a hot pot, a little dizzy and didn't know how to deal with this matter for a while, which made the prison into a mess, and the immortals talked a lot.

Prison break, in fact, is not a big deal.It was in this calm and calm fairy world that it seemed unusual and frightened many immortals, so it turned into a big event.

Li Xuehan's escape from prison was even more unexpected.After all, the eldest prince in the Lianli Palace was not destined to be a prince from birth, and he did not have the true blood of the Nine Dragons of the Emperor of Heaven.If there were no Heavenly Emperor's grace 300 years ago, Li Xuehan would be just a lonely soul in the underworld now.

For a mortal who has neither cultivated immortality nor attained the Tao, how can he ascend to immortality and let the Emperor of Heaven adopt him as his son? This is the common question of many immortals.So far, no one knows the reason except the Heavenly Emperor.

Li Xuehan, who was supposed to be a lonely soul, had neither the true blood of Nine Dragons nor the blood of the Celestial Clan, yet dared to break out of the prison openly, his courage cannot be underestimated.

The red clouds in the sky were scattered, and the water lilies beside the road were in bud. Looking up, the resplendent Tiangong was hidden in the clouds and mist, like an unfinished painting.All the way from the sky prison to the Sunset Gate, Li Xuehan was protected by a certain fairy without any obstacles.

He stood on the looking-back cliff, his green clothes fluttered by the strong wind, and the petals on the hem of his clothes seemed to fly hand in hand with the fallen leaves hovering around his feet.Looking back at the fog at the bottom of the cliff, I don't know if there is any unknown danger hidden.Li Xuehan couldn't think too much, followed the instructions of the immortal who led him to escape, bit his finger, and the blood was smeared on the white jade stone hanging on his chest. Leaped down without any hesitation.

The cyan figure passed through the heavy smog, like a tulle falling from one side, or like a remnant butterfly falling with the wind, entrusting its own destiny to the unknown and letting go wantonly.

No fairy will jump off the cliff from the Sunset Gate. More than 300 years ago, the flower god Liu Qing was the first fairy to jump off the cliff, and Li Xuehan was the second.

Looking back on the cliff, looking back on the cliff, Wangjun walks to the edge of the cliff and can look back. Naturally, it is not an ordinary cliff.In the fairy world, there is the Feixian Pagoda of Yueluo Gate, and there is the Looking Back Cliff of Sunset Gate. The former is to save mortals from flying immortals, and the latter is to help immortals fall into the mortal world.Looking back at the cliff, it was a place where only the gods who insisted on returning to the mortal world would go if there was no passing order for immortals.Once an immortal jumps off the cliff of looking back, nine times out of ten, his soul will be scattered. Even if he survives by chance, the soul can only drift in the mortal world and the underworld, never return to heaven, and cannot be reincarnated. No difference.

And this fairy art is not something that can be done casually.If the immortal who jumped off Huishou Cliff used immortal magic in the mortal world or in the underworld, every time he used immortal power, he would have a counterattack.As time goes by, it will also be wiped out, disappearing from this world forever, and even the remaining obsessions will also disappear, and there is no possibility of resurrection.

The gust of wind in his ear was roaring like an evil ghost. Li Xuehan, who had always been afraid of the dark, was falling rapidly with his arms around the unknown, without a trace of fear in his heart.What comes to mind are familiar faces, and the wind sweeping over the body is like the embrace in memory, warm and reliable, a beam of light in the dark, born from the heart, illuminating the universe.

Li Xuehan could regard the past eventful years as a dream, but he couldn't let go of or forget that person named Nangong Ling.

The event that the eldest prince of the fairy world escaped from prison and jumped back to the first cliff overflowed the pot like boiling hot water, rolling down, and no one knew where the water flowed.The speed of transmission was very fast, and it spread all over the fairy world in less than a day, and even Xiaoxian, who was employed in the mortal world, had heard of it a little bit.

After this major event happened, the prison began to be strictly guarded, and the sinners and jailers had no chance to play mahjong together.However, the messengers sent by the Emperor of Heaven to search for Li Xuehan in the mortal world returned in vain. Li Xuehan seemed to have evaporated in the world, and no one could find a trace. Even Huo Yan, the most famous tracking fairy in the fairy world His whereabouts could not be found either.

"What happened later? Did you find it later?"

The milky voice brought back Yan Jian Yuanfei's thoughts. He looked at the round and cute little nephew in front of him, sighed, and said, "I found it..." He sighed again, and said in wonder, "Ask the love in the world." What is it..."

"Uncle Six, so where did Uncle go? Is he alive or dead?"

The little nephew looked curious, and Yan Jian was not easy to be perfunctory, but the little nephew always called Li Xuehan "uncle", which seemed a little inappropriate, so he corrected him: "Xiao Chu, your uncle is no longer your uncle , you must not mention your uncle in front of Grandpa Tiandi, do you understand?"

Xiao Chu pursed his lips, thought for a moment, and asked, "If you don't call me Uncle, what should you call me?"

Yan Jian warned: "Anyway, in the fairy world, don't mention anything about your uncle, do you understand?"

Xiao Chu blinked and said, "Uncle Six won't let Xiao Chu talk about it, but Uncle Six talks about it himself."

There seemed to be complaints in the little eyes, Yan Jian touched Xiao Chu's head, and said: "This is different, your Grandpa Tiandi loves you the most, you should be obedient, and don't make him unhappy." After thinking about it, He added, "Besides, your Grandpa Tiandi is not in a good mood recently, and no one in the fairy world dares to talk about your uncle anymore. I'm just telling you secretly, don't go outside and talk nonsense, you know?"

Xiao Chu nodded obediently.

After copying the Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra for the fourth time, Xiao Chu stopped writing and said, "I heard that the fourth uncle went to look for the uncle, why did he go to look for the uncle? Did he also jump off the cliff to die in love?"

Yan Jian choked on a sip of hot tea and coughed several times.

The fourth elder brother Yanzan did have unspeakable thoughts about his elder brother Li Xuehan, but the two are brothers in name after all, Yanzan dare not make too much publicity, and the immortals in the palace who knew about it also turned a blind eye to it, so they treated it as It is brotherly love.No one in the fairy world dared to spread rumors, but I don't know where the seven-year-old nephew in front of me heard these things.

Big eyes and small eyes looked at each other for a while, seeing the innocent face of the little nephew, Yan Jian couldn't scold him, so she had to remind him again: "Don't mention your fourth uncle in front of Grandpa Tiandi for the time being."

Xiao Chu put down the writing brush, said "oh", scratched his little head, and recalled the conversation before the stick of incense.After a while, he raised his head, stared fiercely at his sixth uncle, and shouted, "Sixth uncle, you haven't told me where uncle has gone yet!"

The sandalwood on the desk is smoked with white smoke, like a floating soul.Yan Jian took a sip of her tea, paused, tried her best not to reveal too much, and simply replied, "Go to the underworld."

Xiao Chu said "Ah?" and said in surprise: "Isn't the underworld in the underworld? My uncle has become a lonely ghost?"

Xiaochu's lonely wild ghost uncle is currently in the underworld.That is, the capital of the king of the underworld, where they do the work of traffickers and pawns, and live a life like a servant.

Muyuyouju was cold and dark, Li Xuehan carried two small copper barrels filled with charcoal, walked down the bluestone steps, crossed the small wooden bridge, and lightly placed the two charcoal stoves outside the carved window lattice .Nangong Ling didn't like candlelight, and the light in the cave was dim. Li Xuehan walked all the way in the dark, and it was as easy as breaking a bamboo. He must have come here often and was already very familiar with the road in the cave.

Li Xuehan did not leave immediately after bringing the charcoal stove, but stood outside the window and looked in quietly.The cool wind swirls in the hole, bringing up the tulle in the house.The cave is very quiet, the white gauze rises from the ground, wipes the edge of the bed, and brings in gusts of warm wind.The person on the bed was sleeping on the mattress he made, covered with the quilt he made, breathing very lightly, and sleeping very deeply.Li Xuehan watched through the white gauze curtain, and couldn't see his face clearly in the dark night, but he pursed his lips and smiled, as if he saw that peaceful sleeping face, and seemed to feel that he was silently sending charcoal every day and every night. happy thing.

With a crackle of charcoal fire, he turned and retreated, stood on the stone steps and looked back again, and then left reluctantly.

Xuelinghua trees can be seen everywhere, and the fallen leaves are like snowflakes, falling with the wind.Li Xuehan stepped on the thick white fallen leaves, like stepping on snow, it was a bit cold.He had a congenital leg problem and couldn't walk for a long time, so he wrapped his clothes tightly and sat down beside a snowflake tree.

The moon in the sky, cloudy and sunny, shrouded a field in a halo of silver, like a hazy memory.The person in Mu Yu Youju once had a past with Li Xuehan, but he never remembered this past.In other words, the current Nangong Ling doesn't know Li Xuehan yet.

It was Li Xuehan who came early, and the Nangong Ling who met him during the flowering period may not know where he is trapped.

What Nangong Ling said to Li Xuehan on the day of separation has been lingering in my mind, stretching and indelible: When the Xueling flowers bloom, I will definitely return to your side.

A short sentence ignited the obsession in my heart.A thought is an attachment.

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Li Xuehan said weakly: That... can I ask for collection?