I had a fight with the devil.
The leaves on the back mountain moved without wind, and an endless sense of oppression swept over. The handsome face of the man in black robes with gold edges standing in the distance, his red eyes fell on the young man, his lips slightly raised, he was obviously smiling, but with a sense of danger, he said: "Zhuzhu, come here."
Jian Zhen subconsciously took a step forward.
Fu Changhuan looked at him sideways, his brows cold, and stopped him, "Don't go over there."
Jane Zhen was unable to move for a moment.
Ye Jisheng's eyes fell on Fu Changhuan, and he said, "I haven't been to Lingshan for a long time, but Wangyou Immortal Lord came to my door on his own initiative, which really saved me a lot of trouble."
Fu Changhuan drew his sword, protected Jian Zhen behind him and said, "He is only with you temporarily. I want to take him back."
Ye Jisheng's red eyes were filled with a dangerous light. He opened his thin lips and smiled: "Go back?"
I don't know who moved first.
The whole back mountain changed color. Jian Zhen only felt a gust of wind sweeping across his robe. A loud explosion was heard from the hilltop not far away. A red light and a snowy light were faintly visible in the sky. The fight between the two supreme beings of the Three Realms was no longer of an ordinary level, and not something that ordinary people dared to approach. Even the aftermath caused by the spiritual power could kill people with low cultivation on the spot.
The garden where Jian Zhen was was protected and not affected.
But the grass was very anxious.
Just as the two in the air were about to fight again, in the almost insignificant little garden at the foot of the mountain, Jian Zhen bent over, holding her stomach, and cried out softly in pain: "Ugh..."
Not a big deal.
However, those who have reached the Spiritual Transformation Stage have spiritual awareness that covers so much space that they can keenly perceive any changes in every inch of land and vegetation where their spiritual awareness is.
So almost instantaneous.
Both people in the air returned to the garden.
Ye Jisheng lifted Jian Zhen's arm to support him and asked, "What's wrong?"
Fu Changhuan also returned to the ground and asked, "Are you injured?"
Jian Zhen had been half-lowering his head. Only after both men stopped fighting did he slowly stand up straight. His fair face was full of innocence. He said, "I'm not hurt. I was pretending."
There was a moment of silence in the air.
If this matter gets out, people will say that there is no one who dares to play tricks on the Immortal Lord and the Demon Lord.
Not to mention cheating two people at once.
He would definitely be torn into pieces and turned into ashes on the spot!
But when the fact really happened, Jian Zhen, who was standing there, was not only safe and sound, but even said angrily: "Who told you to fight?"
Xiao Cao was very angry. He looked at Ye Jisheng and said, "The Jade Dew Water from that hill is the sweetest. If it is ruined now, we will have to move to another hill in the future."
Ye Jisheng: "..."
The Demon Lord laughed angrily.
Jian Zhen looked at Fu Changhuan again and said, "I haven't said whether to leave or not, why is the Immortal Venerable going to fight with him?"
Fu Changhuan always had a different attitude towards Jian Zhen. He said, "You don't understand the Demon Lord. I want to take you away today. He will never give up."
Ye Jisheng looked at him coldly and said calmly: "You can't take him away."
A war is about to break out.
Jian Zhen waved his white and tender little hand between the two of them, interrupting the obviously hostile aura. He said to Fu Changhuan in a gentle voice, "Wait for me here, Immortal Venerable."
Ye Jisheng's hand was grabbed by him.
Jian Zhen said: "I'll go over and talk to him."
Fu Changhuan looked at the two people's clasped hands with an unclear look in his eyes.
Ye Jisheng wanted to move, but Jian Zhen pulled him hard and said, "Come here."
No one in this world orders the devil to do anything.
Even getting rid of a hand as soft as grass was a piece of cake for him.
Ye Jisheng glanced at him.
Jian Zhen's dark eyes looked at him, stubborn, clear, and a little bit obstinate.
Ye Jisheng took a step forward, and Jian Zhen pulled him to the corner and said, "I want to go to Lingshan with the Immortal Venerable."
As soon as the words fell.
Ye Jisheng said without even thinking: "You're dreaming."
Jian Zhen: “…”
Forget it, I won’t bother with him.
Jian Zhen looked at Ye Jisheng's face and said, "The medicine prescribed by the high priest is actually useless, right? What really made me better was that you used your spirit to calm my mind."
Ye Jisheng said lazily: "So what."
Jian Zhen said: "The Immortal Venerable said that the spirit is not something that can be used at will, because it will destroy the cause and effect of the world, which is against the way of heaven."
Ye Jisheng was in a bad mood, so his belongings wanted to leave him: "I can do whatever I want. I have done more than one thing that goes against the laws of nature. I don't care about cause and effect, or the laws of nature!"
Jian Zhen said without hesitation: "You don't care, but I do!"
Ye Jisheng's focus was strange: "Are you afraid that the backlash of heaven's cause and effect will fall on you?"
Jane was really pissed off by him.
"What are you talking about." Jian Zhen took a deep breath, and a rare look of annoyance appeared on her face. "You are the one who will cause the backlash of heaven's punishment if you give me the spirit. I care because I don't want you to be tortured by those curses anymore. You are already in great pain, and I don't want you to suffer more. Why do you think I am doing this for myself?"
Ye Jisheng, why is your first reaction to other people's concern one of doubt and denial?
The demon remained silent.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone down and fell on the man, who was standing in the shadow of the trees.
Jian Zhen said: "I am not afraid that the cause and effect of heaven will backfire on me, because I know that if that were the case, you would not do this."
Ye Jisheng sneered: "Do you know me well?"
Jian Zhen said softly, "I still need to know a little more than you do."
This is the first time someone has said this.
The lazy and perfunctory smile on Ye Jisheng's handsome face disappeared. He had no expression on his face and took off all his disguises. He said in a cold voice: "It is impossible to go back to Lingshan with him."
Jian Zhen said: "The Immortal Master said that he must take me away today."
Ye Jisheng said: "Then I will kill him."
Jian Zhen hurriedly said: "You can't kill him."
Ye Jisheng said calmly: "I will kill whoever I want to kill."
Jian Zhen: "Okay, then I won't pay attention to you."
Ye Jisheng's eyes narrowed dangerously: "You threaten me for him?"
Jian Zhen reasoned with him: "My soul is unstable, and the high priest said that Wenjuntai can cure my illness."
Ye Jisheng said without hesitation: "Can't I cure you too?"
Jian Zhen's face was full of seriousness. He said, "I don't want you to hurt yourself. I don't want to, and neither does the baby. Besides, I'm going to Lingshan to get treatment. I'll be back when I'm better."
Ye Jisheng seemed a little surprised.
Jian Zhen said: "Even if I don't come back, you will kill me at Lingshan anyway."
Ye Jisheng sneered and was about to speak.
Jian Zhen looked at him again, a gentle smile appeared on his fair face. He said, "But I will come back. It's not because I'm afraid you will go to Lingshan, but because I want to come back myself."
Ye Jisheng's red eyes fell on Jian Zhen. The Demon God was a divine body. Gods had clear minds and could often see through the demons in other people's hearts at a glance. All those distortions, lies, jealousy, and exploitation would emerge.
But Jane is true.
He is the only person in this world whom he cannot understand.
Jian Zhen stepped over him and tried to move forward: "Okay, let's go back."
Jian Zhen stopped in his tracks when his wrist was grabbed by someone. He was much shorter than the tall demon god. When he looked up, he met the demon god's scarlet eyes, which were dark and deep.
Ye Jisheng's eyes were filled with his usual strength. He said, "One month."
Jane was really confused: "What?"
"One month." Ye Jisheng repeated, "If you don't come back, I will go to Lingshan myself."
The calm words carried a chilling chill.
If he went to Lingshan in person, he would definitely not be a guest. If an ordinary person heard this, he would probably be scared to faint.
Jian Zhen nodded and said, "Okay."
"Then remember to ask for leave for me in the academy, otherwise the teacher will definitely scold me again." Jian Zhen began to ramble: "Also, I need to take the pillow on my bed out to dry it frequently. Last time I promised to bring rice paper for Xiao Huang. That one is a limited edition. You..."
Ye Jisheng's veins twitched.
The Demon Lord, who was in a higher position, had always been the one giving orders, and he never thought that one day someone would actually assign him tasks.
It's still such a trivial matter.
Jian Zhen, however, felt no pressure at all. She even grumbled a little worriedly after she finished speaking: "Did you remember it?"
Ye Jisheng sneered: "How can I..."
Jian Zhen: "Okay, then I'll go talk to someone else."
Ye Jisheng's face darkened when he heard this, and he raised his face with some pride: "I will naturally order someone to take care of such a small matter."
Jian Zhen then smiled and said, "Then I feel relieved."
When I ran back to the pavilion, Fu Changhuan was still there. His figure was tall and straight, as if he would never bend an inch no matter how big the problem was.
Jian Zhen said: "Master Xianzun, we can go now."
Fu Changhuan turned around and looked at him, a strange look flashing across his usually calm eyes.
Look not far away.
Ye Jisheng was standing there as expected. Although his face was gloomy, he did not stop. This did not match his impression of the Demon God. All three realms knew that the Demon God had an unstable temperament and was always crazy. He would never listen to anyone, let alone give in. If Fu Changhuan did not know that Jian Zhen was not that kind of little grass, he would have suspected whether this was a trap set by the Demon World.
But soon, he denied it.
Ye Jisheng never bothered to use these tricks. It’s not that he didn’t have them, but he just didn’t bother to use them when the power was too great.
Fu Changhuan took Jian Zhen's arm and said, "Then let's go."
Jane really nodded obediently.
When the two turned around, Fu Changhuan's consciousness heard a strong but overbearing voice transmission, and Ye Jisheng said: "If he encounters any accident in Lingshan, I will flatten the immortal race and burn your broken mountain."
Fu Changhuan paused, then left without saying a word.
Of course he believed that what Ye Jisheng said was true.
After all, he had already gone crazy to achieve something like this once before, right?
When we left the Demon Realm, there was already a group of people gathered below. Several guardians of the Demon Clan had already surrounded the back mountain. As long as the Demon God made a move, they would surely come out in full force.
Jian Zhen looked at the scene below with a lingering fear, yet also felt somewhat relieved.
Fu Changhuan took in his entire expression.
The distance from the demon clan to the fairy clan is extremely far, but Fu Changhuan's mount, the white crane, can travel a thousand miles a day, and it arrived at Lingshan almost as soon as the afterglow of the sunset fell.
The closer they got to Lingshan, the more snow-covered Jian Zhen saw, and the wind in the air turned into a cold breeze that brought chill.
A cape fell on shoulders.
Fu Changhuan said: "Be careful, don't catch a cold."
Jian Zhen pulled her cloak tighter and said, "I know."
The entire Lingshan Mountain is very large, and is divided into mountains of varying sizes. In the past, Jian Zhen was a small pot of grass and could only sit in front of Fu Changhuan's window sill, so he could not see the entire picture of Lingshan Mountain. Now, sitting on the crane, he can finally see the distribution.
Fu Changhuan's Wuyou Palace is located at the top of Lingshan Mountain.
And on the large and small peaks at the foot of Lingshan Mountain, there are countless palaces and pavilions, and countless ancestors and descendants shuttle between them, making it like a fairyland.
Fu Changhuan's voice rang in Jian Zhen's ears. He said, "If you are interested, you can also go to these mountains for a walk. Although it is not as lively as the Demon Clan, it also has unique scenery."
Jian Zhen said: "The two tribes are different, each has its own merits."
Fu Changhuan nodded, agreeing with this statement.
The cranes flew over the peaks and finally reached the highest peak of Lingshan Mountain. Jian Zhen came down with Fu Changhuan. It was still very quiet here. Except for the little boy at the door, there was almost no one else in the Wangyou Hall. It was like a solemn and cold temple that had been silent for thousands of years, without being stained by dust.
The little boy was a little surprised to see him.
Jian Zhen pursed her lips and smiled at him. He was wearing Fu Changhuan's cloak, and his fair and round face was revealed from the furry collar. Standing in the snow, he looked lively and cute.
The little boy was shocked, as if he had seen a ghost.
Fu Changhuan said: "He will live here in the future."
The little boy hurriedly said, "Greetings to the Immortal Lord, and to the distinguished guest."
Jian Zhen quickly comforted him, "Don't be like this, I am the little grass, you have taken care of me many times, just call me Jian Zhen!"
The little boy was even more shocked and looked at Fu Changhuan.
Fu Changhuan just nodded and said, "I'll follow his instructions."
The little boy suppressed his shock and quickly responded, "Yes."
You can't blame him for looking so naive. After all, over the past tens of millions of years, the Immortal Master never got close to outsiders. Even the princess was not allowed to live in the Forget-Sorrow Palace. Yet Xiaocao not only moved in, but also wore the Immortal Master's coat. You know, the Immortal Master is probably the person who loves cleanliness the most and is the best at drawing a clear line between himself and others.
Jian Zhen naturally had no idea of the little boy's shock.
Xiaocao followed Fu Changhuan across the yard. Snowflakes fell on his shoulders. He looked at the familiar windowsill in a daze, but found that the flower pot was still there.
Fu Changhuan saw him looking at it, so he said, "After you left, I had someone clean it up and put it there."
Jian Zhen asked in confusion: "Why don't you put it away?"
Fu Changhuan's eyebrows and eyes became more gentle, and he said: "I didn't know if something happened to you, but I have to keep it for you."
Jian Zhen was puzzled: "But later, the Immortal Venerable had already seen my transformed form in the demon clan, so why did he continue to put the flower pot there?"
Fu Changhuan paused when he heard this.
The snowflakes fell silently on the ground, silently, and then disappeared quietly.
Fu Changhuan's voice fell softly in the wind, "Maybe I'm used to your existence. If you take it away suddenly, I won't be used to it."
Jane really paused.
In the past hundred years, even when it was sleeping, every time the Immortal Lord looked up, the grass in the pot would always be there. Human habits are like this, accumulated over time, and always difficult to change.
A smile spread across Jian Zhen's face, and he said, "Now that I'm here, you can take the basin away!"
There was also a hint of smile in Fu Changhuan's eyes: "Of course."
The little boy behind him hurried over and took the basin away. Others might not understand, but he was completely relieved. It was fine when there was grass in the basin. The Immortal Lord would occasionally talk to the grass. After all, he was not that unkind.
But the basin is empty.
After the Immortal Master came back, he often stood by the bed, not saying a word, with no expression on his face. He just looked at the window sill, watching the heavy snow outside that would never stop. He stood there for a long time, not allowing anyone to disturb him. It seemed as if there was a small world there, a space exclusive to the Immortal Master and that window sill. When the grass was still there, although he was indifferent, he would occasionally smile.
But the grass is gone.
It took his smile away too.
The little boy has been here for hundreds of years and has never felt these few months so difficult.
Now Jane is really back.
He stood secretly under the eaves, just in time to see Jian Zhenzhen talking and laughing, while Fu Changhuan opposite him had gentle brows and a faint smile in his eyes, listening.
The grass came back and brought back the spring to Lingshan.
Jian Zhen was planning in the room at the moment. He said, "Then I also want a blanket to put on the couch."
Fu Changhuan said: "I will ask them to prepare immediately."
"Then don't be so anxious!" Jian Zhen looked outside. It was already dark. She was a considerate little grass: "It's too late. We can wait until tomorrow!"
Fu Changhuan frowned slightly: "Lingshan is cold, I didn't think it through."
Seeing that the Immortal Venerable seemed to be blaming himself, Jian Zhen quickly waved his hands and said, "It's okay. In fact, you have already set up a formation to drive away the cold in this room. It's just that I'm not used to sleeping on a hard bed. It has nothing to do with you, the Immortal Venerable."
Fu Changhuan asked him, "In the demon world, has that person prepared for you?"
Jian Zhen was a little embarrassed and said, "Originally, there wasn't any. It was my own request."
Fu Changhuan didn't say anything.
Given the demon's character, it was surprising that he agreed to these requests.
Jian Zhen had been sitting on the couch for a while and was planning to continue strolling, but before he could do anything, his stomach started to growl. His ears turned red. Ever since he had the baby in his belly, he became particularly hungry easily.
Fu Changhuan was so attentive that he immediately said to the child under the eaves, "Bring me the jade dew."
The child bowed and saluted: "Yes."
Jian Zhen didn't expect Lingshan to also prepare Jade Dew. He smiled and said, "Thank you!"
I said it subconsciously.
But the smile in Fu Changhuan's eyes faded. He looked at Jian Zhen, who was sitting on the couch obediently but peacefully, and said, "It's my duty to take care of you. Why thank me?"
Jane was really stunned.
In fact, if the Immortal Lord had not said it, it would not have realized this at all. Logically speaking, it was a little grass that was taken care of by both the Immortal Lord and the demon clan. The immortal clan and the demon clan were both its home, so it should be at ease wherever it was, but it had never thanked Ye Ji.
Xiaocao was stunned.
The grass was also confused and at a loss.
Fu Changhuan immediately said in a gentle voice: "But have you been away from the fairy mountain for too long?"
Jian Zhen suddenly found a reason, and as if relieved, she smiled and said, "That should be the case. I haven't been back since I transformed."
Fu Changhuan said, "Well, I won't be away for so long in the future."
After hearing this, Jian Zhen actually felt a little inexplicably guilty.
Fortunately, the little boy was very quick and brought the jade dew water in a short while. The jade bottle was placed on the table. Fu Changhuan naturally did it himself, poured the water into a small bowl and handed it to him.
Jane was really hungry, so she took it and put it in her mouth.
The cold Jade Dew caught Xiaocao's throat off guard. Xiaocao, who was used to drinking warm Jade Dew in the Demon Clan, trembled all over and the remaining half bowl spilled on the clothes of the person opposite him.
Fu Changhuan was a little surprised.
Jian Zhen choked and quickly put the bowl down. Before she could say anything, Fu Changhuan asked, "Is there something wrong with the water?"
Xiao Cao shook his head. Under the worried gaze of the Immortal Venerable, he said weakly, "It's okay...it's just a little cold."
Fu Changhuan was slightly stunned at first, then he said: "It's my fault for not thinking it through."
The little boy came over and said, "I will heat up the Jade Dew and bring it back to you!"
Fu Changhuan nodded.
Jian Zhen said, "It's my fault for not telling you in advance. I don't blame you."
It's just that it's really used to it.
"Immortal, your clothes are dirty." Jian Zhen said, "Would you like to change?"
Fu Changhuan seemed to have the energy to pay attention to the matter of clothes at this moment. The man who had a mysophobia nodded and said, "Well, no hurry, you drink the jade dew first."
Jane really nodded.
The child quickly changed the water into warm jade dew and went to get clean clothes.
Behind the screen not far away, Fu Changhuan was taking off his dirty coat. Jian Zhen felt a little embarrassed, so he smiled and said, "I didn't see you being so reserved even when we were in the basin before."
Jian Zhen whispered: "I didn't see it clearly at that time!"
Fu Changhuan's voice was clear and elegant: "So my guess was correct?"
A certain blade of grass suddenly wished it could bite off its tongue.
Ahhhh!
Never mind! What does Cao do have to do with him!
Just as he was thinking about it, Fu Changhuan came out. He took off his outer coat, but his inner shirt was still on. His black hair was draped behind him, and he had a kind of handsomeness as if he had taken off his holy clothes. But Jian Zhen was not in the mood to pay attention to all this. Xiaocao, who was drinking water from the bowl, froze in place, looking at his shirt as if he had seen a ghost.
Fu Changhuan noticed his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
Jian Zhen hesitated and said, "Xianzun, who designed your shirt?"
The familiar pattern and style were exactly the same as the one he wore outside Tianshui City!
At that time, he couldn't tell whose the baby was, so he couldn't understand who the father of the baby in his belly was.
Later, he saw Ye Jisheng's bedroom in the demon clan's bedroom. Seeing the familiar patterns and styles, he asked where they came from. Ye Jisheng told him that it was painted by him personally and made by an embroiderer from the demon clan, and there would be no duplicates in the three realms.
So he knew the father of the unborn child.
But……
But now...
Jane's brain was completely shut down. What on earth was going on? Why were the two people wearing the same shirt style? Could it be... Could it be...
Just thinking about it.
Fu Changhuan whispered, "The style of the inner garment was designed by my junior fellow apprentice."
Jian Zhen couldn't help but ask, "Why haven't I ever heard the Immortal Venerable mention it?"
When this word was mentioned, Fu Changhuan's face changed, and his expression seemed to be covered with a shadow, but he finally regained his composure. He looked at Jian Zhen with a clear gaze: "Junior brother died ten million years ago."
"Pah"
There was a crisp sound as the spoon hit the bowl.
Jane's heart really trembled, and her hands began to shake.
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