The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 15 I Worship Money, I'm Happy, I'd Rather Cry On Other People's BMWs, Than Laugh While Riding A Donkey!

Feng Jiu left Fengming Mountain alone, and Tie Shu was blocked by the enchantment of Fengming Mountain, kneeling there.

"Also ask God to be merciful, take the iron tree to go, and kill Yinhua, which is a disaster for the mortal world, with his own hands."

That day, Yinhua got a ray of the god's immortal energy by being close to me, and by chance broke the barrier and left Fengming Mountain.

The long street in Luoyang was bustling with traffic, Feng Jiu walked in the mortal world, wearing ordinary linen clothes, feeling the presence of monsters everywhere.

Countless people passed by Feng Jiu's side, but no one could see her blurred face clearly.

When you enter a teahouse, wherever there are many people, there must be right and wrong.From right to wrong, the story begins.

"I said, why did you block me when I was watching the girl dancing in the film?"

A savage man walked up to the second floor with a double ax in hand, and spoke harshly to this richly dressed son.

"Dare to yell at me, come on." Brother Fugui's subordinates all rushed up.

The crowd is in the distance, human feelings are really hateful, they are afraid of power, and they are afraid of getting involved, but they have nothing to do with themselves in their hearts, their thoughts are high, and they have the desire to watch other people fight and have fun.

I heard the crowd discussing the embroidery lady in the embroidery building.

"You don't know that in recent days, countless dignitaries in Luoyang City have fought to win the smile of Yinghua girl."

"The Yinghua girl has a lot of background."

"I heard that she is a beauty from Chang'an. She has picturesque features and is even more beautiful than the most beautiful woman in Luoyang. She smiles like a pear blossom and sings a song that makes wild geese fall to the ground. She is really a fairy. A pair of skillful hands are even more beautiful." The most beautiful flower in the world, I just don't know what it is."

"Now she lives in Mr. Lin's water cloud, sometimes standing there, she looks like a fairy."

"I heard that the sage ordered the peonies to be driven out of Chang'an and moved to Luoyang. Now the flower embroidered by Yinghua girl may become the national flower and have a high status."

"Even the Yinghua girl might be named the Saintess of Silver Flower?"

That savage man still had some brute force, beating the servants to the ground.He was carrying the young master like a monkey.

The crowd automatically moved out of the way, and I walked into the crowd, disguised myself as a noble man, holding an ivory fan in my hand.

On the embroidery tower, the Yinghua girl who is known as the fairy descended to earth is embroidering flowers there.

Under the embroidered building, the unruly man was watching with the son of Luoyang's most powerful man in his hand.

"Girl Yinghua, can you promise me to be my wife today?"

"You, what are you doing? Let Mr. Li go soon." Ying Hua put down the embroidery in his hand, looked at the crowd below, and said angrily.

"I just want to ask you, girl Yinghua, are you willing to marry me or not? Do you like such a waste?"

The savage man threw the man towards the crowd with one hand, and someone in the crowd flew up, and caught this Mr. Li with one hand, and Mr. Li, who has the blood of the royal family, put him on the ground.

"Yinghua, why are you messing around?"

"Ah, Mr. Lin is here. This Mr. Lin is the number one florist in Luoyang."

The crowd shouted in surprise.I avoided the blindfold and slapped the folding fan on the shoulder of an old man in front of me.

"You mean a florist, what kind of flower?"

"My son, the florist, is naturally the flower and the beauty. He is the only one who can decide the fate of all the flowers besides being a pilgrim."

The old man is quite honest, come with me one by one.

Flowers and beauties.I looked at the man in black and said to everyone in a clear and clear voice.

"The Yinghua girl is about to become a saint, please don't disturb her too much."

Feng Jiu came out from the crowd, "Brother, I am willing to pay a thousand dollars to see the girl."

Embroidered building, I looked at a huge silver flower blooming on the huge screen.

"He has a background, but what I have is a back. Today, the young master is willing to ask me to see me, and the little girl is very grateful, and there is nothing in return."

"May I ask Yinghua girl if she has a sweetheart?" Feng Jiu closed the folding fan and raised her chin, she was indeed a lovely and pitiful beauty.

Her eyes were rippling with spring, she was totally different from the pure and pure appearance in front of everyone just now. "Young master is affectionate, but the little girl cares about others."

Feng Jiu seemed to feel the resentment from the wooden hairpin in her sleeve, and forced herself to suppress it.

"Could it be Mr. Lin?"

Lin Ziwu was beautiful and romantic, and the number of people who came to the mortal world naturally admired countless people. He had heard that the holy son of Muhuang went down to the world to escape the tribulation of love, but he never thought that Yinhua would act so boldly and want to get his hands on the holy son.Feng Jiu had heard that Ziwu Shengzi had a relationship with Baihua Fairy, but they just guarded one side and did not interfere with each other.In fact, there should be the other party in my heart.

It's just why this evildoer wanted to interfere in the worldly tribulation of Holy Son Ziwu.

"Young Master, how do you know Ying Hua's heart? Young Master said that there is a gift of a thousand pieces of gold, what is it?" Ying Hua's girl winked.

Feng Jiu threw the folding fan into her arms.

"Just open it and have a look."

The picture scroll slowly unfolded, a picture of iron trees and silver flowers, lingering in fairy spirit.

Yinhua was shocked and grabbed my sleeve.

"Where did you get this fan? Who painted this fan?"

Feng Jiu looked down at her hand, and she took it back nonchalantly, still looking at Feng Jiu with her watery eyes.

"I got this fan at the market in Chang'an." I stood up, walked to the side, looked at the huge silver flower pattern on the screen, and touched it with my fingers. "At that time, I saw a busy painter. He painted on the streets of Chang'an. He didn't charge any fees, only good wine, and only painted for beauties and famous flowers. Many high-ranking officials rushed to show him exotic flowers and plants. He never refuses anyone who comes to paint. I gave him a strange flower, and he shed tears while holding the flower. He told me that he didn’t know his name or where he lived. He only knew himself The purpose of living is to wait for someone."

"I still remember him holding the withered silver flower and saying, I have been waiting for her all my life, waiting for the flower to bloom and fade, waiting for the sea to dry up and rocks to rot, I am waiting for her to come back, I always feel that she will come back."

"To this day, I still remember that lonely look. He was waiting for the flowers to bloom and fade, and that man was lonelier than me."

"There are no unfinished things in the world, only undead hearts. The picture he drew on this folding fan was wrong. I advised him, he said that he made a wrong picture at the first stroke, so he had to scribble all the way down."

Feng Jiu was talking to herself, but she saw tears streaming from Ying Hua's eyes. Feng Jiu thought that Ying Hua still had a conscience, thinking of Tie Shu's affection, Tie Shu did the same, turned into a wooden hairpin and trembled in Feng Jiu's sleeve .

"I worship money, I am happy, I would rather cry on someone else's BMW than laugh while riding a donkey!" She suddenly became determined, closed my folding fan and returned it to me. "My heart is for Young Master Lin, only because he can make me the leader of all flowers."

Feng Jiu pinched her chin for a moment and then let go. With the other hand, she inserted the wooden hairpin in her sleeve into the hairpin flowers all over her hair.

"Since the girl is like this, I will leave."

Ying Hua stared at the back of Mr. Hua Yi bitterly.

"Tieshu, why don't you let me go, I don't love you in my heart, I just want to use you and absorb your spiritual power, why can't you let go." The hairpin on his head shone with a strange light.

(End of this chapter)