The turbid air of the red dust rolled with the river waves, blowing away the fresh air lingering on the cheeks. Waking up from the haze, Zhiying suddenly trembled, and in front of him was Feng Lixi's strange eyes.

"Zhi Ying..." She pronounced Zhi Ying's name politely, "I have never heard of this name."

Zhiying was thinking about how to make up a reasonable origin for herself, but she gave up the pursuit openly: "I have been away from the Heavenly Palace for too long. Judging from your age and cultivation, you are a goddess who came to the human world to experience, right?"

Zhi Ying nodded gently, already filled with guilt.

What a considerate Emperor Wa!

Feng Lixi thought for a while and said: "Today, the pillars are broken, the earth is in ruins, floods are causing disasters, wild beasts of prey are raging, and the world is in dire straits. Since you have come to the lower world to experience and have no control, why not come and help me control the floods."

Zhi Ying pretended to lower her head and think about it, secretly sinking her consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness. The jade tablet that represented the contract between her and Yayoi was still there, which meant that she was not traveling through time again this time.

She felt a little relieved. If water control was her fate, then this invitation could not be more considerate.

You are so considerate, how can you not accept it?

She smiled and happily accepted the invitation.

Feng Lixi saw that the child in Zhiying's arms had fallen into a deep sleep, and sighed softly: "This child is the son of the Fire God Zhu Rong, Prince Changqin... Follow me to take him back to Hengshan Shrine."

Seeing that she was speaking half-hidden and half-revealed, it was inconvenient for Zhiying to ask more questions, so as not to expose any flaws and ruin the calamity.

Before they arrived at the Hengshan Shrine, a man wearing an ocher-colored long coat and a vermilion bead hanging from his right ear flew towards them. He caught a glimpse of the baby in Zhiying's arms and came immediately on the wind.

Feng Lixi said: "The God of Fire came just in time, Changqin is safe..."

"Where's A Yuan?" Zhu Rong carefully took Chang Qin into his arms from Zhi Ying's arms. Before Feng Lixi could finish speaking, he asked about Chang Qin's mother.

Feng Lixi still told him the cruel fact: "She has died." She handed the body she brought back from the river to Zhu Rong, "This is A Yuan's body."

Zhu Rong was stunned for a long time before he tremblingly took A Yuan's body. His fingertips trembled slightly as he touched his wife's peaceful remains. He felt indescribable grief in his heart and said with regret: "After all, I was the one who harmed her..."

Zhiying was silent, never expecting that the wife of the Fire God Zhu Rong was actually a mortal.

It is difficult for mortals to conceive children for the gods. The fetus needs a large amount of spiritual energy to grow in the mother's body.

There will certainly be no shortage of the dignified God of Fire, but apart from that, the fetus absorbs the aura brought by the mother. Presumably after the birth of Changqin, A Yuan did not have much life left to live.

, but I don’t know how I could be involved in the flood after spending my whole life in Hengshan Shrine.

Suddenly, Feng Lixi introduced her to Zhu Rong: "This is the goddess Zhi Ying who has experienced the mortal world. It was she who saved Chang Qin."

Zhu Rong properly put away his wife's body, took Changqin and Zhiying and bowed down solemnly.

"Thank you to Goddess Shadow Weaver for saving my son's life."

How could Zhi Ying dare to be worshiped by this ancient god? He immediately took a step to the side and said hurriedly: "It's a small effort, the God of Fire doesn't have to do this. The deceased is long gone, and the living are like this. I ask the God of Fire to express my condolences."

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Zhu Rong nodded in reply, the sadness in his eyes was deep and difficult to eliminate.

Feng Lixi's eyes were full of compassion: "I know that the God of Fire has lost his beloved wife and is heartbroken. However, at present, floods are everywhere, evildoers are rampant, and Gonggong's old minister Xiang Liu is on the run. If we let this go, not only A Yuan, but all the people in the world will end up in a sea of ​​misery."

Please also ask the God of Fire to focus on the overall situation, regain his strength, and return a paradise to all sentient beings."

Zhu Rong seemed to be enlightened and looked seriously: "This matter was all caused by the spirit of the water god and me. Zhu Rong knows that he has sinned deeply, and he will do his best to atone for his previous sins. When the child is properly placed, I will immediately go to arrest Xiang Liu.

Kill a bunch of evil monsters."

"That's very good." After settling the matter, Feng Lixi turned to look at Zhiying, "Will you follow me to Huaijiang Mountain to collect five-color soil, or will you follow the God of Fire to slay demons and beasts?"

Zhi Ying thought that it was not difficult to collect the five-color soil. There should be no danger and it could not be called a disaster. After thinking about it, he replied: "I heard that the land stained by Xiang Liu's blood will not produce any grains, and Xiang Liu's saliva will form a venom swamp."

, the harm will be endless. Maybe Zhi Ying’s practiced techniques can eliminate this poison.”

Feng Lixi didn't force him to stay: "Then go and help the God of Fire."

Zhiying accepted the promise and saw Feng Lixi turning around and riding the breeze away. She followed Zhu Rong back to Hengshan Shrine first. Along the way, she saw people who were washed into the flood, and she also rescued people and sent them to the top of the mountain.

After passing a mountain, Zhu Rong, who thought he would remain silent forever, asked in a low voice: "Did A Yuan leave any words?"

Zhu Rong was diagonally in front of her. Although the wind was blowing in her ears, the wind still sent this whisper into her ears, which was like talking to herself. She was silent, and then said with some regret: "The river was turbulent at that time. After I rescued the child,

, she was swept away by the river, but she didn't have time to leave even a few words."

After passing two more mountains, Zhu Rong responded: "I understand."

Once he lost his beloved, the arrogant god who had previously competed with others was filled with guilt and regret. The scarlet orbs on his earrings were as dull as his eyes, and they swayed back and forth as if they were laughing at something.

Zhiying didn't know what to say, so she could only console her: "The gods have no limit to their time. Even though my wife is gone, after the reincarnation of the underworld, the God of Fire can still have a relationship with her." There was one thing she endured again and again.

Still couldn't help but ask, "Weaver Ying doesn't understand why Vulcan doesn't transfer his cultivation to Madam. Wouldn't this be the best of both worlds?" There is no need to endure the pain of separation and death.

Unexpectedly, Zhu Rong said in a helpless tone: "A Yuan Yuan loves to be at ease, but the Gods have too many commandments, and she doesn't like it."

This is too much. In the post-ancient times, the number of gods on the heavenly stele has been increased by successive generations of emperors and emperors. I don’t know if it is dozens of times as many as at this time. Then wouldn’t these post-ancient gods be even more miserable?

Zhi Ying felt dissatisfied, and stopped mentioning that this matter made her unhappy, and changed the topic: "Does the God of Fire know the whereabouts of Xiang Liu?" It has been a long time, and the records about Xiang Liu are inevitably incomplete, and it is not known what other characteristics Xiang Liu has.

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As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely hot breath suddenly burst out from the surroundings, instantly making Zhi Ying break out in hot sweat. The Gods were not afraid of the cold and the heat, and the only thing that the Gods couldn't endure was divine fire.

Sure enough, two clusters of fire flashed in Zhu Rong's eyes: "The place where Xiangliu is hiding is bitter and smells bad, and all kinds of animals are inhabited. You and I can just explore the inhabited places one by one, and we can find where Xiangliu is."

"Um……"

Weaver couldn't help but pursed her lips slightly. Even the animals were unwilling to stay in the puddle formed by the spit. How stinky it must be!

After arriving at the Hengshan Shrine, Zhu Rong handed over the Prince's Changqin to the priest for careful care, and carefully sealed his wife's body in an ice coffin. Then he took Zhiying to various quiet swamps to investigate one by one, and finally found the body in a black water swamp.

Clues.
Chapter completed!