Autumn is here, and the willow leaves are withering and yellowing. Just as: the fragrant maples in the distant mountains shake their red leaves, and the idle clouds nearby spread across the sky.

In Feixian Town, the Great Zhou Kingdom, it is now autumn. Looking out from the Qixian Tower, one can see the rolling waves of rice in the vast fertile fields, and the figures of farmers busy everywhere.

However, those figures busy in the rice fields are all tenant farmers of the Jia family in Feixian Town.

And those thousands of acres of fertile land naturally belong to the Jia family.

Fang Jian had just flown in from outside Feixian Town. The town inside and outside were completely two different worlds. The land outside the town was dry and cracked, and the rice was short and sparse. The people were all pale and skinny, facing the loess and back to the sky, looking miserable. It was a pitiful sight.

A ray of fairy light fell on the Huafeng Mountain outside Feixian Town. The mountain was refreshing and peaceful. A nine-story building rose from the ground, standing on the top of the Huafeng Mountain, overlooking the entire Feixian Town.

Bluestone steps, white jade bridge, red lanterns and beautiful flowers.

The talented man is brilliant, the beautiful woman is pretty, and they hold the glass cup in the embroidered tower.

Don’t you see that there are starving people lying all over the mountains and plains?

I just enjoy reciting poems and painting.

A vague immortal voice emanated from the ninth floor of the Qixian Tower. Fang Jian received the command from the Queen Mother of the West and sensed this immortal voice after arriving in Feixian Town, so he flew all the way here.

When he arrived outside the Qixian Tower, he saw a group of talented men and beautiful women reciting poems, composing couplets, painting and playing the zither outside the tower.

All the talented men were handsome, tall, dressed in fine silk, and were plump and elegant.

The beauties were all charming and shy, with swaying figures. They were dressed in fine silk clothes and various gold, silver and jade ornaments.

At this time, a group of talented men and beautiful women were crowded together, watching a man writing an inscription.

The man drank a glass of wine, then casually put down the glass, picked up a brush and wrote three lines of poetry on a piece of white paper:

It's three o'clock in the day, especially early in the morning.

The moon reaches its zenith without feeling late.

We should enjoy our youth and be more carefree.

...There was nothing more to say after that. The people around him were eagerly waiting for his last sentence, but the man couldn't write it down.

"Well written, Brother Xie, why don't you continue writing?"

"Yes, Mr. Xie, what's the last sentence?"

"Thank you, Master. Please write it down quickly and show it to us."

The talented men and beautiful women urged the man, but he touched his head, frowned and said in distress: "Don't worry, let me think about it..."

Fang Jian just glanced at these talented men and beautiful women lightly, and then his figure turned into a wisp of green smoke and flew up to the ninth floor of Qixian Tower.

When he arrived outside the attic, Fang Jian did not rush in rashly. Instead, he flew to the door outside the attic and gently knocked on the door.

Since it was the Queen Mother of the West who asked him to come here, the people here must be extraordinary, so he naturally cannot be rash.

Fang Jian had just knocked on the door when he saw it slowly open. A charming girl with bright eyes, white teeth and alluring temperament appeared in front of him.

The girl tilted her head to glance at Fang Jian and said, "Master Hongqing of the Heavenly Court?"

Fang Jian raised his sword finger, aligning it with the tip of his nose, then bowed slightly and said, "Exactly."

The girl said "Oh", then slowly moved aside and extended her hand, saying, "Please."

Fang Jian stepped into the attic, and suddenly a celestial breeze blew in his face, carrying with it the refreshing fragrance of the sky, clouds, and mountains. It shocked his soul and made him feel extremely comfortable.

There is a screen in front, and on the screen is a painting of Nuwa mending the sky.

Fang Jian stepped forward and stood in front of the screen. Behind the screen, he could vaguely see a jade-like figure lying on a cloud. Although his face could not be seen clearly, he could still feel the natural and gorgeous, majestic yet graceful aura through the screen.

Especially at this moment, Fang Jian noticed that all the objects in the entire small pavilion were emitting a faint aura of auspiciousness, which shocked him.

The next moment, Fang Jian's mind flashed with inspiration, and he immediately bowed and said, "Your servant Fang Jian from the Heavenly Court pays homage to the Goddess Nuwa."

A clear and sweet voice rang out from behind the screen. "Fang Jian, how did you recognize me?" asked the Goddess Nuwa.

Fang Jian bowed and said, "Nuwa goddess refined stones to mend the sky, kneaded clay to create human beings, taught all living things, and established the heaven, earth, and human relations. She is the first person with acquired merits. Wherever she goes, there are auspicious signs. Even if the goddess restrains herself, the objects in this small pavilion will naturally...

Auspicious signs won’t lie, and besides…” Fang Jian pointed to the screen before him and said, “This Nuwa Patching the Sky Diagram is filled with immortality and auspicious signs. It’s definitely not something created by an ordinary person.”

"What a great Fang Jian," Nuwa praised. "No wonder Sister Xuannv praised you so highly. You really have some skills."

I'm afraid the only one who can call the Queen Mother of the West her sister is Nuwa.

"Thank you for your kind words, Lady Nuwa and the Great Envoy." Fang Jian said respectfully.

"Do you know why I called you here?" asked Nuwa.

"I don't know, but please give your instructions, Your Majesty," Fang Jian said.

Nuwa slowly called out, "Colorful Phoenix."

"Yes." The girl who opened the door for Fang Jian bowed slightly, then picked up a stack of books from the table beside her, walked out from behind the screen and came in front of Fang Jian.

"Take a look at these first." said Nuwa.

Fang Jian looked at the books Cai Feng brought over and couldn't help but pause. He took them and said to Nuwa, "Yes."

Afterwards, Fang Jian used his spiritual sense to quickly read the contents of these books, but the more he read, the tighter his brows furrowed, and he understood why Nuwa wanted to find him.

"Nowadays in the mortal world...especially in the Great Zhou, such fallacies are prevalent in the world, which really troubles me." Nuwa shook her head and said.

Cai Feng, standing by, said, "Your Highness is the Holy Mother of the human race, the innate divine being who created the human race. Yet, she is now being humiliated by the human race in this way. It is truly appalling."

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