The grass is going down the mountain
Immortal clan, sacred mountain in the fairyland.
The clouds are misty, the fairy air is gathering, snowflakes are gently falling in the sky, and a slightly chilly wind is blowing upwards.
The palace on the highest peak of Lingshan Mountain is the residence of the supreme being in the fairy world.
When he came out of the retreat, a man in white and brocade boots with cloud patterns stood by the window outside the palace. Frost and snow fell on his body, adding a bit of coolness to his brows.
The little boy knelt on the ground and said, "Master Immortal, it is my fault that I failed to take good care of the spiritual grass. The spiritual grass that you told us to take good care of before entering seclusion has been dormant recently. Yesterday, its flowerpot suddenly broke into pieces. We dare not touch it without permission. Please punish us, Master Immortal."
As soon as the words fell, the palace fell into silence.
The little boy was very nervous. As a servant of the supreme immortal in the fairy world, he knew his immortal best. He knew his immortal master was pure-hearted and had few desires, and had been like this for thousands of years. But now, the pressure from the immortal made him tremble with fear unconsciously. He had never expected that the magic herb was so important to the immortal.
The wind blows the snow down, bringing endless coolness.
After a long time.
"Get up."
The pressure all over the child's body suddenly eased, and the child felt as if he had been pardoned.
Fu Changhuan looked down at him and asked, "Has anyone else come here during this period?"
The little boy immediately said, "In reply to the Immortal Venerable, I have been guarding here the whole time, and no one has come."
A thoughtful look appeared on Fu Changhuan's face.
The little boy asked anxiously, "But has something happened to the fairy grass?"
The white jade flowerpot on the windowsill was indeed broken into pieces. The spiritual soil was protected by spiritual power, so even though the flowerpot was cracked, the soil would not fall apart. Therefore, a fairy grass and the soil in the pot remained intact in place, because only the roots had become much thinner and longer.
Fu Changhuan stood beside the tree, his slender fingers resting on the branches of the fairy grass, and said calmly, "It's nothing serious, it's just a short sleep caused by the increase in cultivation. He should wake up in a few days."
The little boy was a little surprised: "Xiaocao's cultivation level has increased so fast?"
Fu Changhuan said: "The fairy mountain is rich in spiritual energy, so it is normal for it to grow. However, I am afraid that ordinary flower pots are no longer suitable for it."
The boy thought for a moment and said, "Do you need me to go to the storehouse and find it?"
Fu Changhuan retracted his hand and stood by the window. Snow fell on the eaves. He spoke as coldly and ethereally as his voice: "The Mengxi clan is good at making spiritual tools, especially those made of warm jade gemstones, which are most suitable for the growth of plants and trees. Go and pass the message on for me and ask for the whereabouts of this thing. Once you have news, report back. I will go there in person."
The little boy immediately said, "Yes!"
Before, the fairy grass got into trouble because of his poor supervision. Now, he must find out the whereabouts of the warm jade gem vase for the Immortal Lord no matter what.
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Demon World
The towering Demon God Mountain stands in the center of the Demon City's main hall. The red clouds in the sky outline a very beautiful picture. The sky is windy and cloudy, and the demon birds fly through the clouds.
The setting sun shines on the Demon God's palace.
Jian Zhen slept very deeply this time. In the past, she slept in a deep sleep and hardly dreamed. But this time, the dream came suddenly. In the dream, there was a sea of fire with countless human figures intertwined in it. It was noisy and chaotic. Someone was walking against the light in the sea of fire, but he couldn't see his face clearly. He was a little anxious and wanted to catch him hard, but he still couldn't.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
What caught my eye was the eye-catching sunlight outside the Demon Realm Palace.
A familiar old voice came from not far away: "Your Majesty, you have come out of seclusion one day earlier than usual. But what happened in the illusion? Were you injured or had an accident?"
The fairy grass on the windowsill shook its leaves gently and looked towards the hall.
The high priest stood at the bottom of the stage in the hall, with a look of respect and worry. He walked up the steps. The Dragon Pillar was tall and majestic. Ye Jisheng sat lazily on the throne, with his black hair scattered behind him. He supported his chin with one hand, his handsome face with red eyes and coldness. He looked handsome and evil, as if he had merged into the murderous and cold throne behind him.
Mention the word accident.
Ye Jisheng raised his eyelids and looked from a distance at the fairy grass on the windowsill.
Jian Zhen's leaves trembled slightly: "..."
I've already said it was an accident.
How can you blame it? It doesn't even know why this happened!
The grass in the pot timidly curled up its soft leaves, pretending to be indifferent. The grass didn't know that it was none of its business.
Ye Jisheng retracted his gaze and said lazily: "Priest, what do you think could be the matter?"
The high priest bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, over the past hundred years, I have used up half of my life's abilities to learn the prophecy from the Holy Moon Mirror of my demon clan. The spell on you is a spell of unity. The first person who breaks your inner demon illusion and can help you suppress the spell will be the lover you are destined to be entangled with for three lifetimes."
The words fell.
There was silence in the hall.
The fairy grass on the windowsill suddenly shook all over, startled by this.
The high priest felt an invisible pressure on him. If he had not been mentally strong, he would have already knelt on the ground, ready to endure the wrath of the devil.
There was silence in the hall for a long time, and then a sneer was heard.
Ye Jisheng's red eyes turned slightly cold: "The destined person?"
With cold sweat all over his body, the high priest said, "Yes, Your Majesty, for thousands of years, the fate predicted by the Moon Mirror has never been wrong."
A dangerous and cold atmosphere spread in the hall.
The grass on the windowsill only felt a pair of eyes falling on itself. If there was any accident on the red moon night yesterday, wouldn’t it be that after the spirit transformed, it inexplicably saw Ye Jisheng?
I used my clever brain to think about it.
Could it be that...
Because of its appearance last night, the Demon God's original destined marriage was ruined? !
The more I think about it, the more guilty I feel.
The heartless little grass in the past weakly shook its leaves into a ball, looking so cowardly.
Ye Jisheng's red eyes reflected its small movements, the corners of his lips curled slightly, and he retracted his gaze. He spoke nonchalantly: "I never believe in fate."
The high priest wanted to say something else, but when he looked up and met Ye Jisheng's cold eyes, all the words were stuck in his throat. The demon god's personality was unpredictable, and even as a priest, he didn't dare to speak without authorization, otherwise he would be in great danger.
Just thinking about it.
Suddenly seeing the fairy grass on the windowsill beside the throne of the Demon Palace, the high priest was shocked and asked, "Your Excellency, is the glass stone flower pot broken?"
Ye Jisheng sat lazily on the throne, playing with the branches and leaves of the fairy grass in his hands: "The priest has good eyesight."
High Priest: “…”
The priest could never figure out the devil's mind, so he could only take the initiative to say, "The fairy grass is a spiritual plant. Now that it has gained strength from the glass stone, I'm afraid the ordinary pot can no longer be used. I heard that the Mengxi clan's warming gem is most suitable for nourishing the souls of spiritual plants. Coincidentally, I just happened to find out the whereabouts of a warming stone recently. It's on this map. I present it to you, Your Majesty."
As he spoke, the magic power moved slightly, and the map fell out of thin air on Ye Jisheng's desk.
Ye Jisheng said nothing, but nodded lightly.
The high priest knew that the man's patience might be running out, so he quickly said tactfully, "I'll take my leave."
The respectful figure left, and the footsteps gradually faded away.
The grass on the windowsill listened attentively, thinking about its new pot, when it heard Ye Ji's cold voice: "Everyone has left, why don't you transform?"
The leaves of the fairy grass trembled upon hearing the words. The fear from yesterday was still there. The timid grass pretended not to hear and went dormant.
Pretending.
There was the sound of a map page being turned, and Ye Jisheng said in a light tone: "Wen Yushi is actually in the Ghost World Chamber of Commerce? It is a prosperous place. The journey is long and boring. I'd better choose someone to go with me. Who should I take..."
The words haven't even been spoken yet.
The fairy grass that had been lonely for hundreds of years was shaking its leaves wildly with excitement. The tender green little ball elves like small jade balls heard the news that they could go out and their spirits came out of the fairy grass and landed on the table. The small leaves on their heads were shaking, and they looked at Ye Jisheng eagerly.
The grass elf was getting excited when he heard a chuckle coming from the throne.
It was stunned, and when it looked up, it was met with Ye Jisheng's condescending face. The man was sitting on the throne with his chin supported by one hand, and he was looking at it with a smile in his red eyes, slightly teasing.
Jian Zhen, who realized the exposure later, said: "..."
He did it on purpose!!
It was fooled again!
The round grass ball was very angry. The little grass, which was only a spirit, also had a bad temper and was about to turn around and sulk.
Ye Jisheng stood up and said, "Let's go."
Jane was really stunned.
The person who stood up from the throne was tall and straight, and suddenly he felt extremely oppressive. The demon god turned his head to look at the table and said, "Why, you don't want to leave the city?"
The little grass on the desk was surprised by the sudden fall. Seeing Ye Jisheng was about to leave, he quickly flew up and ran towards him. When he was about to hit his chest, he was caught by a slender white hand.
Ye Jisheng's eyes fell on it: "Be honest."
Jian Zhen was not angry at all even though he was told because of the sudden surprise. Instead, he was in a very good mood and rubbed his fingers as usual. His spirit was as soft as a delicate leaf bud, full of dependence and joy. He had been trapped in the mountain for a hundred years since he came to this world. He had been looking forward to going out one day. Today, he could finally go down the mountain! !
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