The waste bird throws down the gods

Chapter 438 A Biography of Baixiwu: When I Meet Du Yitan
After Baixiwu heard the story from the mountain, he just felt amazed. When he went down the mountain, he suddenly heard the sound of water very violently, and happened to see a big river whizzing down.It merges into a Wanli Yuantang.The water in the round pond is constantly rotating clockwise without the help of the wind.

Goodbye to the strange rocks on the mountain.It forms a high-hanging building like a dragon gate, and the top is like a skylight. The flowing water splits the rocks and suddenly drills out.

The pond is even more strange. It has been divided into two waters, and the two waters have different colors.Strings of water bubbles are bubbling and frolicking, all kinds of flower fish rushing and jumping here, and the other part is cold to the bone, and the cold air is bred, which is a bit of a harmony of yin and yang.

Just why is it so strange?This is the paradise of a certain immortal family in the mortal world.It seems that he is going to visit this fairy friend.

As soon as she thought about it, she thought, isn't this what the gate of the Dragon Palace looks like?Why is there an entrance to the Dragon Palace in this mortal world?
Baixiwu waved his hand and conjured up a boat.

Resolutely go in by boat, only to see the rough landscape inside, the grotesque stalactites, like a knife chopping like an axe, deep pools, deep and secluded, mysterious twists and turns, and water curtain movies are bizarre.

Sitting on the bow of the boat, she walked through the dark river in the cave, looking up at the colorful night sky in the cave above her head, which reflected the reflection of the calm water.

Here she slowly remembered the past years.

Huang Liang finally wakes up from a dream, and realizes that cause and effect tell the time.

He woke up from the endless dream.

In this world in the dream, there is a blue sky, no clouds, lush trees, birdsong, tinkling mountain streams, and a faint fragrance between the mountains and forests after the rain.

In the elegant place among the mountains, two people live together in Youzhu Xiaozhu.

Originally, the master-student relationship between husband and wife was very friendly.

It's just that the husbands love men and beautiful men in the world, but they don't love Du Yitan.

Those days when he was growing up were times when Du Yitan felt both painful and happy.

When Du Yitan could remember, he stayed with his master in this beautiful place, in this secluded bamboo building, watching his master chatting with others all day long.In my spare time, my master taught me to practice kung fu and told me to read books. What I read were all weird picture books, nothing more than books about wars between gods and demons in ancient times, and diaries on the cultivation of gods and beasts. Yes, you can also practice on weekdays.

At that time he asked Master.

"Master, may I ask you something?"

"What's the matter. Sigh." At that time, the master was lying lazily on the pear tree. "Even if you have eleven thousand and one questions, I will answer them all."

I still remember that in the master's long ending, the lazy temptation seemed to be the catkins in spring gently brushing Du Yitan's heart.

"Why don't I have parents?" He grabbed his sleeve and looked at him on tiptoe.

"I don't know, maybe some god in the sky didn't like you, so he sneezed, and a thunderbolt from the blue sky knocked you down from the mortal world, so I just happened to be unlucky to find you like this."

At that time, Du Yi sneezed when he heard what Fu Ru said, and then there were several thunderstorms from the sky.

Thunder and lightning.Master lifted Fuzhu on his shoulders and floated into the room.

"Wow, Master, your movement skills are really ethereal like a fairy!"

Du Yitan sighed, who knew that Fu Zhu had knocked him on the head. "You little lunatic, I'm afraid you leaked the secret for the teacher, and you were almost hacked again."

"Master, are you a god?" Du Yitan laughed.

"Exactly." Fu Zhu smiled.

Fu Zhu finally threw Du Yitan down the mountain, and the young man with a sword wandered around the world, but when he turned around, he suddenly found that only Fu Zhu's figure in white was in his heart.

He didn't care about the rebellion of man-man love, he just wanted to love him.

"Fuzhu, you think if you frame me and leave, I'll-"

Du Yitan, who just felt something was wrong, came back, only to see the remaining flowers on the ground, and the pear tree that accompanied him since he was a child also fell to the ground.

Tianlei smashed Youzhu Xiaozhu, and smashed the place where he fell in the mortal world.

Du Yitan fell to his knees.

"Ahhhh what happened? Fuzhu, where are you?"

He searched around in the mountains and mountains, but he couldn't find a place where there was a figure of Fuzhu.
It was as if this man just disappeared out of thin air.

Du Yitan looked up to the sky and sighed, almost collapsed.

"Hey, life is really meaningless."

It was after he couldn't find his husband, all thoughts were lost, and he wanted to seek death in the confusion.

"Why don't you just die?"

Maybe in this nether hell, on the bridge of Naihe, we can meet him again.

But suddenly heard the voice of the gods.He looked up and saw that it was Du Yi, the God who is famous all over the world.People called Duyi Shangshen.

"Why do you have to die? People in the world say that you can't live, you can't die. That's why you pray to gods and Buddha, and burn incense everywhere."

"I can't find my master, and it's meaningless for me to stay in the mortal world. I want to die. It's better to step into the Nine Heavens Hell and drink Meng Po soup on the Naihe Bridge." Du Yi said with a sigh.

"A foolish child."

As soon as Du Yi called God, he seemed to have a thorough understanding, but the obsession in his heart was too deep, and he couldn't help but knelt down.

"Why do you kneel to me?"

Even though Duyi Shangshen was wearing a white linen robe, his handsome and handsome expression was different from that of ordinary people, and his face was even colder than ice, but he was not afraid.

He has obsessions, he has demons, and the husband is his demons.

"Sigh, I beg God to help me get rid of my demons."

He knew that a man would not shed tears lightly, and he also knew that there was gold under his knees.

But he can't do it anymore, his heart really hurts, why does it hurt so much?When it hurts, tears slowly fall down, and his heart hurts and burns.

Fuzhu, why did you abandon me?why are you lying to mewhy don't you love me
All kinds of mysteries were stirring in his heart over and over again, making him miserable.

"I can help you, but are you willing to pay the price?"

Du Yi Shangshen was looking into the distance at that time, and he actually peeked out a bit of tenderness.

"I am willing, no matter what the cost, I am willing."

He already had a demonic obstacle at that time, and he swore that he, the Great Prince of Beihai, would do his best to serve God Duyi.

God said once.

"Lend your heart for 300 years."

It made him fall into a dream again.

In another dream, jade sandalwood rose gracefully, and the incense burner carved from purple jade stayed there quietly.On the desk made of red sandalwood, there is a wooden fish made of tung tree, which seems to be struck by no one, and it seems to be struck automatically.

"Dong dong dong."

A man in green shirt was leaning on the table, his brows were furrowed, as if he had fallen into a dream.

He had a sweet dream of ten miles of Taoyuan, and that dream lasted seven days and seven nights, seven times in a row.

The endless spring water flows into the distance, and from time to time the petals of ten li peach blossoms fall into the water, and the sound of thud, thump, thud, comes from nowhere, and the bamboo forest not far away is green and lush, which is really moving.

Everyone said that the Shen family was a family of scholars passed down from generation to generation, a family with hairpin tassels.The surname Shen is derived from the surname Ying.The ancestor of the Shen surname was Shi Shen, the son of Di Ku, a descendant of the Yellow Emperor.Later, the Shishen clan was transformed into Dongyi because they lived together with the Shaohao clan, so they took the surname Ying.Later, they established the State of Shen.During the Southern Expedition of King Zhao of Zhou, the State of Shen with the surname Ying was destroyed, and his descendants took the State as their surname.

During the Tang Dynasty, the Tang people established the State of Shen with the surname of Si.At the beginning of the Zhou Dynasty, Jiang Guo destroyed Si's surname Shen, and the Shen people moved south to Shen Lu in Chu, and their descendants also changed their surname to Shen.

He is Shen Zijin, a useless scholar, relying on the blessings of his ancestors for generations. After 30 years of hard study, he still failed to win the first prize.

During a trip to the south of the Yangtze River, he finally woke up from his dream in the south of the Yangtze River.

The wooden fish stayed here quietly, as if it had been motionless for thousands of years.

When the leaves fell, he turned out to be Du Yitan, the eldest prince of the North Sea Dragon Palace, and he was the husband of the water shortage.

"How about our next game?"

The man in the green shirt set out the chess pieces and sat on the ground for a game.Shen Zijin twirled the sunspots and fell first, and the chess pieces moved automatically with the wind, which was very mysterious.

There is no solution to a game, but it is a lovesickness game.The rain beat on the eaves and knocked on the stone railings, and the farewell words were not finished, and the mountains and mountains were already boundless.Someone whispered in the haze.Elaborate on how we knew each other when we were young. Don't forget.The ink on the rice paper faded away, and the poems could not be written, a drop of blood flowed from the corner of the mouth, and a drop of blood from the heart was dripped on the south country.

One step at a time, one piece at a time, weaves a black and white net in the starry sky.Shen Zijin's moves are carefully thought out every step of the way.Po Zhenlong, who is on the dangerous peak, only wants to play chess with you. When the flowers fall, they meet again in front of the painting hall.

The color of water, sky and ink is adjusted for someone, and the picture is mottled several times in spring and autumn.

That year, in Beihai Dragon Palace, the two played chess.He held the white piece and said: "Life is like chess, it's hard to keep to the usual."

That year, the shade of bamboo was like a dream, and when he was drunk and slightly drunk, he gently shook his fan, and chanted a song slowly between his eyebrows. "Life is like chess, you don't regret when you make a move." Youmeng is boundless, and the sound of playing is heard from time to time.

Day and night, I will accompany you in lovesickness, and it will become a tacit understanding.Back then when the flowers fell and reunited in front of the painting hall, Zhizi's face-to-face was reflected by the Dang lake.For whom the color of water, sky and ink can be adjusted to different shades, he smiled slightly.

I still remember his reckless appearance back then, "Xiao Yitan, do you know how to play chess, you should calm down." That was the West Sea Dragon Palace where he once played hand in hand with him.

"Xiao Yitan, do you know how to play chess, the most difficult thing to solve is the lovesickness game." It was a master-student relationship between him and him in the human world.

The man's eyes were smiling, and the eyebrows were picturesque, just like the sky blue waiting for misty rain, the moonlight was picked up, and the ending fainted, like blue and white porcelain handed down from generation to generation.

He never thought that he would fall in love with a man by mistake, but he didn't love a man, just because that person happened to be a man too.

In the splash-ink landscape painting, the figure of the man is hidden from the depths of ink, the plantain outside the curtain provokes the shower, and the door knocker provokes the verdant green.That person once traveled far in his own mountains and rivers, and came back again. That person is the Supreme Immortal of the Husband, and he has beat the Immortals of the Husbands who have beaten him who is immeasurably older than his own generation.

The end of the game, leaves fall.

Acacia, into the game.

It turns out that this is just an old dream, old memories are like a window, once opened it is hard to close again.In that old dream, I don't know who stepped on the dead branches and made a soft sound, and the fireflies painted the screen with incense.I don't know who is holding a sleeve of fragrance, and the letter paper of the red leaves is full of love. Those years have been paid to the past, and will never come back. He once remembered that they cuddled each other and promised to face the storm.

They were just an encounter in the mortal world, and after that, there were thousands of ups and downs, and they could all be forgotten.

That year, the ground was withered and yellow again, and the maple leaves were red and full of autumn frost.

Hehe, in this old dream, life is like singing, who else will appear on stage.

Another year, in the middle of July, the night was cool, and the setting sun gradually dwindled, only shadows grew.

In this old dream, the sound of the lone oar is far away, it is better to go to another country and forget it.

The golden cup, teeth and chopsticks are just a promise made by an old friend. Now that they are being returned, all the past and the past are regarded as a thought.This stele was just set up by the master after he was robbed by the thunder that day, but he couldn't find anyone when he came back.

He is not Shen Zijin, he is Du Yitan, and I am Du Yitan, the Dragon Prince of Beihai. This is just an old dream of me ascending to the immortal.It's just a love affair.Maybe it's not love, but just my obsession.

Du Yitan, I heard that when you were born, God sighed.I'm afraid this sigh is probably a sigh of the wrong love in this life!
At that time, he did not return to the resplendent residence of the Dragon Palace in Beihai, but lost the Dragon Palace in the mortal world. He just wanted to fall into a deep sleep alone, not to mention that he had already promised to save his heart for 300 years. .

All kinds of flower fish jumped up and down here, calling out one after another: "His Royal Highness is back, His Royal Highness is back." "Meet His Royal Highness."

The Buddha's light was shining, and the lotus was in full bloom. He lay on the throne of the seven-color lotus, feeling a little tired.

In the old days, there were rumors that in the Dragon Palace of the North Sea, there was the motto of the Supreme Heavenly Venerable: Buddha does not cross, everyone crosses by himself.

"Buddha doesn't cross by himself, and people cross by themselves, so I, Du Yitan, changed my name to Du Yitan. It's because Buddha doesn't cross by itself, and people cross by themselves." He felt a little tired, so he fell asleep on the lotus throne.

He hadn't fallen asleep yet, but felt a little tired, when someone suddenly said to him, "Your Highness, Princess Xiyan is missing."

At that time, he was shocked, he was Du Yitan, he was the Dragon Prince of Beihai, how could he not protect his only sister?

So he returned to Beihai Dragon Palace, and saw Xiyan.

Xiyan seemed to have suffered a serious injury, and had turned into a little dragon when she returned to Beihai.

He used all the spells in his body, using the most precious dragon blood and dragon balls in Beihai, to restore Xiyan to her original appearance.

The little girl was happy when she woke up.

At that time, the little girl was wearing a pink dress with a beautiful little bow tie on her head. She looked like a peach blossom, and ran towards her embrace with a smile on her eyes.

Because Yitan didn't have any other younger sisters, and was a little older than himself when facing his only younger sister, so he loved him very much, as an older brother, like a father like a brother, always treated his only younger sister like a jewel in the palm of his hand, No matter what good things are there, no matter what things I want, I will bring them here to make my little sister happy.

"Big brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you so much, I really miss you so much."

After some understanding, I found out that the two brothers and sisters had returned from the room.

When we meet again, it feels like years have passed.

(End of this chapter)