I'm an immortal in heaven

Chapter 673 Rootless Trees

After disposing of Xiyue, Fang Jian came to Taixuandu Province. Because of the Pantao Conference, all immortal officials above rank one in Taixuandu Province were invited to attend the Pantao Conference.

However, whether it is Wenlin or Wulin, there is one person who temporarily presides over the affairs of Taixuandu Province.

As for Wenlin from Taixuandu Province, Dongfang Shuo, the judge of Taixuandu Province, was left behind by Wenlin from Taixuandu Province. Fang Jian came to Taixuandu Province this time, and he was looking for him.

"Your Majesty, Daoist Hongqing is here." In the provincial office of Taixuandu, Dongfang Shuo was lying on an ivy rocking chair and eating grapes, when a boy came to report.

Dongfang Shuo blinked, then sat up from the rocking chair, "Master Hongqing?"

"Please." Dongfang Shuo said, and then said to the boy standing beside him, "Prepare to sit down and prepare tea."

"Yes." The boys bowed and sang in reply.

After a while, Fang Jian was led into the hall by the boy, "I will issue the official mirror and see the decree." Fang Jian bowed to Dongfang Shuo.

Dongfang Shuo laughed, pointed to the rattan chair beside him and said, "You don't need to be polite, Daoist Hongqing, please sit down."

"Thank you for the order." Fang Jian went to the rattan chair and sat down.

Dongfang Shuo also got up from the rocking chair, sat on the sandalwood chair on the right side of Fang Jian, and then lifted the basket full of purple round pearls and grapes exuding cold aura to the small table between them, " Come, eat grapes, this is Guanghan
The grapes grown by the fairies of Gong Chang'e are ice-cold and sweet, and taste really good. "

Fang Jian smiled, then raised his hand and said, "I don't like grapes, it's too troublesome to peel them."

Dongfang Shuo was speechless for a while, "Eating grapes is afraid of spit skin, what can I do? Then what do you like to eat?"

Fang Jian asked, "Is there any watermelon?"

"Yes." Dongfang Shuo said, "The watermelons on Sanxian Island are the ashrams of Yunxiao, Qiongxiao, and Bixiao, and these watermelons are also grown by their disciples."

Fang Jian showed surprise on his face, and said, "It seems that there is everything here?"

Dongfang Shuo looked proud, "Of course, you came earlier, I even have flat peaches here."

"From Queen Mother Xi?" Fang Jian asked.

Dongfang Shuo shook his head and said, "No, I stole it from Yao Chi."

"." Fang Jian looked at Dongfang Shuo in shock, and asked in a low voice, "How did you steal it?"

Dongfang Shuo said: "It's just like that. I walked into Yaochi, went to the Peach Garden, and when I saw a tree with good peaches, I picked a few and ran away."

Fang Jian's eyes widened, "Is no one caring about you? That's Queen Mother Xi's dojo. Where are the fairies who look after the flat peach trees?"

Dongfang Shuo chuckled and said, "The golden girl of Yaochi is my own sister."

"Ah!" Fang Jian suddenly realized, and suddenly understood, "So that's how it is."

After finishing speaking, Fang Jian began to ponder. Dongfang Shuo looked at the contemplative Fang Jian and asked doubtfully, "Master Hongqing, what are you thinking?"

"Oh." Fang Jian raised his head and said, "I'm wondering if it's against the rules of heaven to steal the Queen Mother's flat peaches."

Dongfang Shuo rolled his eyes and said, "You've been thinking about this all day long?"

"That's right, otherwise what's the meaning of 'immortal life'?" Fang Jian said with blinking eyes.

"Don't violate the rules of heaven." Dongfang Shuo said.

Fang Jian had doubts on his face, "Decree, what did you say?"

Dongfang Shuo looked at Fang Jian, and said word by word: "I said, stealing flat peaches is not against the law."

Fang Jian sighed, and said, "That's a pity, I still have a little feud with your sister, Yaochi Jinnv."

Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Dongfang Shuo's forehead. He looked at Fang Jian warily and said, "My sister is still young, so don't persecute her."

"Can judicial gods execute the law of heaven, can it be called persecution?" Fang Jian said displeasedly, "You said she was young? How old was she when she became a fairy?"

Dongfang Shuo counted and said, "It must be more than a hundred thousand years."

Hearing this, Fang Jian was stunned and said, "More than [-] years? How young? If she had descendants in the world, it would be enough for Zhu Di to hold a hundred gatherings of the ten clans, right?"

Dongfang Shuo's face darkened, his eyes widened, he looked at Fang Jian and said angrily, "She has no descendants, she is still a big girl."

"Oh." Fang Jian nodded, and then said: "Decree, whether your sister is a big girl or not has nothing to do with me. In fact, I came to you because I wanted to ask you something. Can you make the decision?"

Dongfang Shuo asked while eating grapes, "What's the matter?"

Fang Jian then told Dongfang Shuo the reason for his visit in detail, and Dongfang Shuo couldn't believe it after hearing it, "You want to carry out a big cleansing in the underworld?"

"No, it's a big investigation." Fang Jian corrected.

Dongfang Shuo said: "Is there any difference? Whether it's a big investigation or a big cleansing, the underworld will be turned upside down by you."

"Do you know how many people die in one day in the Three Realms? These people are all going to the underworld to judge their reincarnation, and if they delay for a day, the whole underworld will be messed up." Dongfang Shuo said.

Fang Jian nodded and said, "I know this, so I want to ask the court order if there is a way to temporarily suspend the underworld for three months, three months is enough."

Dongfang Shuo looked at Fang Jian in disbelief and said, "Three months? You think too well, you can't do it in three days."

"That means you can't make the decision?" Fang Jian asked.

"." Dongfang Shuo hesitated for a moment, then sat on the sandalwood chair, and said earnestly to the other party: "I really can't decide this matter, you'd better wait until the chief envoy returns."

Fang Jian sighed, and said: "That's the only way." After he finished speaking, he punched the table and said in a deep voice, "I just want to let those silverfish have a good time."

Dongfang Shuo: "."

After the matter of rectifying the underworld was clear for the time being, Fang Jian left the heavenly court and returned to the world to continue his inspection tour.

The third prince has been crazy outside for more than ten days. He had fun, was crazy enough, and was tired. After returning to Fang Jian, the whole horse looked extremely lazy, but that's okay, Fang Jian just rode it leisurely. roaming around the world.

When Fang Jian passed by outside the Yanzhou mansion again, he saw a group of people huddled in front of them looking at the city wall, shouting and yelling mixed together, very lively.

Fang Jian rode a horse and looked towards the city wall from a distance, but saw a man with disheveled hair, unkempt face, but wearing a brand-new silk brocade suit standing on the tower crazily, throwing handfuls of copper coins down from the tower from time to time ,
The common people under the city tower rushed up to grab the copper coins.

A celestial light flashed in Fang Jian's eyes, and he finally saw clearly that the crazy man on the city tower of Yanzhou Mansion was Yan Daoqing.

An old man passed by with a pole on his shoulders. Seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but sighed deeply.

Fang Jian hurriedly asked the old man, "Old man, what's the matter?"

The old man took a look at Fang Jian, and then said, "Master Yan's family is crazy. He spends money on the tower every day. Master is from another place?"

Fang Jian nodded and said, "Come from Suxi County."

老者点点头，说道：“整个兖州府谁不知道严家大公子最爱他的妻子，为了他的妻子连自己的老爹都敢揍，唉.可惜了啊，数日前这位夫人突然暴毙, the eldest son of the Yan family

Crazy, besides coming here to throw money every day, as soon as the sun goes down, he will sit at the gate of the city and look at the sky, and he will not let the guards close the gate, saying that his wife will come back... oh."

Having said that, the old man shook his head again, and walked away directly.

After the old man left, Fang Jian stopped outside the city and watched until the sun went down. When all the people had entered the city, Yan Daoqing stumbled and ran out of the city gate madly, and then leaned against the city wall sit down,

Staring blankly at the direction of the setting sun, there was a glint of light in his eyes at this moment, as if he was waiting for someone to come back.

At this moment, Yan Daoqing is like a tree without roots, without direction, nature, and root, lonely and desolate, lost in spirit.

And Fang Jian also noticed that at the moment Yan Daoqing was sitting outside the city gate, a figure in armor appeared on the tower.

Judging from his face, this person looks very similar to Yan Daoqing, and he doesn't need to count Fang Jian to know that this old man is Yan Xiumin.

Yan Xiumin, as the captain of the army car of Yanzhou Mansion, one of his responsibilities is to guard Yanzhou Mansion. When the time comes to close the city gate, it is a decree of the Tang Dynasty, and Yan Daoqing's behavior will naturally lead to difficulties in the implementation of this decree.

Therefore, at this time every day, Yan Xiumin stood on the city tower in military uniform, personally guarding the safety of Yanzhou Prefecture, and accompanied his son at the same time.

Fang Jian looked at it for a while, and was about to go immediately to check on Yan Daoqing's situation, but at this moment, a quiet and ethereal singing sounded from the wilderness outside the city:

Rootless tree, flowers are secluded, no one will give up if you are greedy for glory.

Floating things, bitter sea boats, swinging and drifting are not free.

There is no border and no shore, and it is difficult to moor, and often swim in the dangerous places of fish and dragons.

Ken looked back, it was the shore, not waiting for the storm to break the boat.

Listening to the song "Rootless Tree", Fang Jian smiled knowingly, and knew without thinking that another lunatic had come out of the gate.

Fang Jian didn't stay any longer, and even gave up the idea of ​​checking Yan Daoqing's situation. Instead, he reined in his horse's head, and with a soft scold, the third prince carried Fang Jian to the south along the official road.

And in the quiet night, the loud and ethereal singing still sounded clearly:
A rootless tree, full of flowers, blooming everywhere, after a river of love.

It's hard to climb, what can I do, walk in the dragon and tiger's nest step by step.

Pick yellow flowers and go back to the cave, and the inscription of Zifu will never be worn out.

Smiling, Baiyun, get ready to climb the ladder.

Yan Xiumin, who was standing on the tower, heard the quiet and ethereal singing, couldn't help but fix his eyes, and then said to a soldier behind him: "Get ready to go out of the city with torches, this song is extraordinary, there must be an expert here."

"Yes." The soldiers sang and took orders and left.

Yan Daoqing, who was sitting leaning against the wall under the city, turned his neck stiffly, tears flashed in his eyes, I saw him staring blankly at the dark wilderness in front of him, and muttered in his mouth: "Floating things, bitter sea boats, swinging!" Going adrift comes not free”

"Floating things, bitter boats"

(End of this chapter)