Only I, a big orange, can't cultivate immortality

Cheng Zi was carried by a white camel, and Linjiang Xian walked through the sand dunes and entered an oasis with lush vegetation.

The gurgling stream flows through the gravel, and at the downstream, a small yard with trees and flowers stands quietly.

Before coming to the yard, the white camel restrained the breath of the sand sculpture a lot, shook its head to signal Cheng Zi, who was yawning, to go down, and said respectfully to Immortal Linjiang: "My lord, the wise man should lay down inside right now." Chess, you go in, I won't follow."

"Thank you."

Lin Jiangxian nodded in thanks, carried Cheng Zi down who wanted to stretch after yawning, and knocked on the door.

Cheng Zi originally had his eyes closed, but now he opened one, looking at the door that was not tightly closed.

There were three knocks on the door, and the wooden door creaked open. The apricot tree cast green shade in the footsteps of early spring, covering it all the way to the door.

There is a stone table under the tree with a chessboard on it.The blind man with black hair in white clothes was playing chess with himself, Heizi seemed to be put down between his fingers, but he stopped because of a sudden visitor.

"It's you?"

Seeing the person who gave up in front of the court, Immortal Linjiang was a little surprised and puzzled, because in his perception, this person should not appear here anyway.

Another unknown person.

Cheng Zi opened both eyes, and poked a round head out of Linjiangxian's arm, looking at that person with burning eyes.

"Jishan Mountain God, long time no see." The man nodded slightly to Linjiang Xian, his eyes turned blankly to Cheng Zi, and suddenly smiled at him, "It's the first time we meet this little cat friend, so I don't know how to call him?"

his eyes...

"Woo meow."

Cheng Zi reported his name, looked at his slack pupils, and had the illusion of staring into the abyss.

But no malice was felt.

"He is Xia Du's father. To be precise, he is Xia Du's creator." Lin Jiangxian introduced Cheng Zi in a low voice, and while speaking, he had already walked to the stone table and sat down on the empty seat opposite the man.

"His name is Chuyun. He was born in the Mohist school. Later, he changed to the method of divination and divination. He suffered disasters because of leaking the secrets several times, so he had to retire to seek a clean life. His nickname in the cultivation world was God Fortune Teller."

"A good man doesn't mention his bravery back then, let alone the reputation of a fortune teller." Chu Yun smiled and said, "Master Mountain God, how is Xia Du doing now?"

Immortal Linjiang asked calmly, "Why don't you go see her yourself?"

Xiadu was originally created by Chuyun with the Mohism's organ technique combined with the method of creating life. Later, Chuyun took her to various places, and accidentally gave birth to a spiritual being, and turned into a human fetus. Chuyun made her come down to Jishan by water. Jiang Xian was brought up by the Liu family.

Chu Yun seldom sees Xia Du, but he has participated in every step of Xia Du's growth trajectory, and Xia Du has been deeply influenced by him because of this, and it can even be said that his character is carved out of the same mold as him.

Smart, calm, but also lovable.Because I often calculate the secrets of the sky, I can't speak clearly.

He treated Xia Du like this, and Xia Du treated Yi Jiangshan like this.

One of Cheng Zi's paws was held in Linjiang Xian's hand, and he was speechless when he learned the story of Chu Yun and Xia Du through sound transmission from his mind.

Their story is long and unpredictable, but it can be summed up in one sentence—a big riddleman raised a little riddleman.

"It's not that I don't go, but that she doesn't want to see me."

Chu Yun put down the sunspot in his hand: "Besides, I am thinking about a question recently. There are two diametrically opposite answers to the question. I need to carefully consider which one to choose."

Cheng Zi's ears tilted, and the tip of his tail slapped Linjiang Xian's legs twice.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that this person was always looking at him out of the corner of his eye when he was speaking.

Although not malicious, but indescribably weird.

Immortal Linjiang grabbed his restless little tail, and said straight to the point: "Do you want to set the secret of the chaos right?"

"..."

Seeing the faint speechlessness on Chu Yun's face, Cheng Zi couldn't hold back for some reason, covered his mouth and let out a chuckle.

Didn't expect that?Natural straightness defeats the riddle man!

But what does the chaotic secret refer to?

Wait a minute!Doesn't it refer to the plot that was disrupted by him?

Cheng Zi's eyeballs rolled around, obviously he was the author, but somehow he felt guilty.

Sure enough, Chu Yun picked up another white piece, stopped pretending, and had a showdown. Looking at Cheng Zi, he turned to Linjiang Xian and said, "Tianji is chaotic every once in a while, and there must be an introduction. This time the introduction is this one." The cat—because of his intervention, many of the definite futures I had calculated were changed, so that the catastrophe in the future also became blurred and could not end on the original track."

"You said, should I set things right?"

"..."

Cheng Zi sighed, lowered his head and licked his paws, then turned around to lick the hair on his back, leaving Chu Yun with a wise head.

A riddler with a script in his hand asked the author in front of him whether he should maintain the original plot, which he really couldn't answer.

The plot has already changed, it is impossible to change it back, and Cheng Zi is absolutely unwilling to change it back.As for the big version of Heavenly Demon Invasion later, after getting the accurate prophecy, he didn't believe that Immortal Linjiang and Uncle Jiang couldn't solve it.

Then again, this person said that his name as a fortune teller is over-reputed, so he is not self-effacing, he has a very accurate self-cognition.

Facing the same chaotic situation of heaven and earth, and also knowing the future of the catastrophe, Uncle Jiang chose to think positively, try hard to shake people, and solve it by himself, while he chose to stay at home and wonder whether he should set things right...

Uncle Jiang is called looking at the overall situation, and this person has had a cerebral thrombosis for two years.

boring.

Forget it, he should go to the white camel to talk about cross talk.

After Cheng Zi licked the hair, he rubbed Linjiangxian's palm against his head in a spiral manner, until his head was heated, and then stepped on his cat-fur-stained palm and jumped to the ground, happily going out.

Immortal Linjiang still heard his complaints about Chuyun, looked at his back running happily, and then turned his eyes back to Chuyun's face, his mood suddenly became complicated.

It's that kind... I originally thought that you and I were evenly matched in intelligence, but I didn't expect that I was dragged off the altar by you and entered your field of expertise, and then led astray by you. It's an indescribable subtle feeling.

Immortal Linjiang rubbed her forehead, unable to follow her train of thought for a while.

Tachibana missed me!Tachibana mistook me!

"I suggest you not to set things right." Immortal Linjiang calmed down and said to Chuyun seriously, "You know cats like to play with balls of thread, right?"

"Ok?"

Chu Yunluozi's hand paused, but he didn't understand how the topic turned to this.

"For Chengzi, the secret in your mouth is a ball of wool." Immortal Linjiang made a non-serious metaphor, "The more you try to straighten it out, the more his restless claws want to mess you up .”

"...?"

I think you are abnormal.

This is by no means the Jishan mountain god I know!

Facing his deep gaze, Immortal Linjiang's words gradually became outrageous: "In this case, why not help him, stir up this secret into chaos, and then fish for it?"

"..."

Chuyun threw the chess pieces back into the chess bowl. "First, pick up your cane." He said, "Prove to me that you are really Linjiang Immortal."

"?"

……

When Cheng Zi slipped out of the door, the white camel was biting a gray wolf's tail and pulling it back, exerting almost all its strength, the picture was so beautiful.

He paused, not knowing whether to step forward or not.

I always feel that these two are having fun.

The gray wolf has a strong physique, its thick hair can't hide its solid muscles, and its face is serious. Even if there is a scar at the corner of its eye that slant across the whole face, it doesn't look ugly, but adds to its imposing manner.

In contrast, the white camel is more down-to-earth, it looks like... well, down-to-earth.

Cheng Zi made a high EQ evaluation in his heart.

"You spread my tail!"

"I do not!"

"Are you going to let go? If you don't let go, I'll let the little wolf cubs in the tribe pee in your basin!"

"If you don't agree, I won't let go!"

"..."

Cheng Zi walked to the side of the white camel and gray wolf in small steps, and looked at them who were struggling to the limit.

So Gray Wolf turned his head, and saw a round and fluffy cat trying to stretch its head. Looking at it from this side, the strength of its tail that was originally retracted suddenly increased, and it directly pulled the white camel onto itself.

"Oh, why are you so enthusiastic! But I... eh? Why did you come out, little fat cat?"

The white camel bumped into the gray wolf's hard muscle, and was spinning in circles in a daze. When it saw Cheng Zi, it immediately cheered up and greeted him.

"Meow, meow, whoa?"

What are you two doing here?Camels can't have babies with cats, and neither can they with wolves!

Cheng Zi's round cat's eyes were bent into two cunning crescents.

Hearing his teasing, the gray wolf smiled back stiffly, then kicked the white camel with its claws: "What nonsense do you usually talk outside?"

The white camel looked innocent.

Cheng Zi measured the distance between himself and the white camel, ran up to the top of his head, and sat down upright.

"Mom!" The white camel staggered two steps and almost fell to the ground. "I just wanted to say, why are you so heavy? You can usually eat three pigs at a meal, right?"

"Meow."

Can eat three of you!

Cheng Zishun was speechless, and then asked him what he and Gray Wolf were doing just now.

As soon as he reminded it, the white camel remembered that there was still such a thing, and hurriedly turned around and gnawed on the gray wolf's ear.

"..."

The gray wolf dug the soil with its paws, and resisted the urge to smack it into a camel cake: "I told you, I can't tell stories! I can't help you put your cousin to bed!"

"Then you have been wandering around for so many years, you must have experienced a lot!" Because of the wolf's ear, the white camel's voice was a little vague, "Choose one and talk about it, my sister doesn't pick!"

"I'm not good at eloquence, I can't speak!" Gray Wolf pulled back his ears, and gave it another kick with a dark face, "You find another way!"

After speaking, it ran away without a trace.

Cheng Zi stretched his neck and looked in the direction where it was leaving, pawed the white camel's forehead with his small paws, lowered his head and asked what was going on.

The white camel didn't care about him riding on his forehead, and told him about his cousin's grand ambitions in a frustrated tone.

Its cousin, a beautiful, elegant and demure white camel, has the ambition in this life—to be a storybook writer.

For this reason, it began to find people to tell stories to itself all over the northern wasteland. Not long ago, it was tricked by an outsider and injured its leg, but it was not peaceful to recuperate at home.

"You just say it's not far off the mark!" the white camel asked angrily.

Cheng Zi nodded: "Meow."

Outrageous, but reasonable.

White Camel: "...how is it reasonable? Tell me one, two, three, four, five, six!"

Cheng Zi curled his tail, unconsciously wrapped it around its neck, locked his throat and said enthusiastically, "Meow meow meow meow! Meow?"

Reasonable is reasonable, I have a lot of stories to tell, but do you have something that can be exchanged?

"Yes." The white camel changed his subject sharply, and his tone became more humble, "As long as you can help me calm my cousin, I will tell you the location of the water veins—but you can only see but not touch, I'll be watching you!"

In fact, Cheng Zi didn't really want to negotiate terms with it, but there was an unexpected surprise, and he didn't intend to let it go, so he agreed immediately.

So the two animals reached a consensus, the cat's paw and the camel's hoof clapped each other, and rushed to the white camel's house.

……

Cheng Zi originally thought that White Camel's evaluation of its cousin as beautiful, elegant, and demure was based on differences in racial aesthetics, but he didn't expect to see his cousin in the oasis, only to find out that this was not the case.

It was a little white camel, petite and graceful.Although it has the same style of bangs as the white camel, it doesn't look silly at all. When Cheng Zi blinked and looked at it, it made him stunned...

No no no!No no no no!

Cheng Zi was so frightened by his brain power that he scrambled and fell off the white camel's head, in exchange for the white camel's merciless ridicule and the little white camel's chuckle.

After a while of fuss, Cheng Zi sat in front of the little white camel, squeezed together with the white camel who was sitting in the tyrant's chin-supporting posture, and introduced themselves to each other.

The white camel is called Wei Ai, and the little white camel is called Bai Zhu. The surname is given by Chuyun, and the first name is chosen by the parents.

The name of the former comes from the love of parents, and the name of the latter comes from the fact that parents happened to catch this word when they drew lots for the name.

Reasonable.

"You said you have many stories to tell, so what are you going to tell me today?" Bai Zhu rested his head on the uninjured front leg, looked up at Cheng Zi, his dark eyes were full of curiosity.

"Meow……"

Cheng Zi scratched his ears, a little tangled.

He has too many stories in his stomach, but because of so many, he doesn't know how to choose.

Seeing this, Wei Ai kicked him with her hoof: "Brother, don't be entangled if you want me to tell you. If you do this, start talking from the beginning of the world."

Cheng Zi squeezed the casserole-sized Maomao fist and punched it, and it immediately shut up obediently.

After hesitating for a moment, Cheng Zi finally chose the story he wanted to tell after asking Bai Zhu if it was mostly an emotional script.

He cleared his throat, and began to meow in a melodious manner: "Meow meow meow meow..."

What I want to tell today is a sweet love story called "The Butterfly Lovers".

Well, "Blessed Lovers".