There is a spring in the Kunlun Mountains. Water flows up from the ground. The spring water is cold and sweet. When Fei Yao came to Kunlun Mountains for the first time, he found that the wine made from this spring water was particularly fragrant, so he stayed for a few more days.

Qi Sheng carried a wine jar and drank drunkenly with his subordinates all day long, so much so that when he killed a cholera mortal monster, he got so drunk that he lay down on the corpse of the monster to sleep.

He left after a day and a night.

Later, the morning flower poison in the body became more and more serious, and I no longer dared to drink alcohol. I would make a cup of tea every day, and my mouth would be full of bitterness after swallowing it. It took a long time to taste the sweetness.

After sitting in a small bamboo house halfway up the mountain for a while, a petite girl with transformed fruit came over with a wine jar and asked her if she wanted to drink. Fei Yao shook his head, thanked the little girl, and immediately took a small wooden bucket.

, I did it myself and planned to go to the spring to get some to make tea.

Hundreds of years later, the spring is still the same, but the white stone slabs surrounding the spring have been polished year after year. The overflowing water overflows the stone slabs, with the sound of gurgling water, soaking into the water.

In the nearby grass, wild flowers bloom fresh and full of blooms. They bloom one year at a time. An old pine and cypress leans a few steps away, with deep dark green leaves. Like this spring, it has witnessed the warmth of spring, summer and heat, autumn frost and cold winter.

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Fei Yao walked close to the spring, took out the water from the wooden bucket, and stretched out his hand to scoop it up. His wide sleeves fell on the white stone slab, and most of them were wet by the overflowing spring water.

Withdrawing her hand, Fei Yao rolled up her sleeves. When she came to fetch water in the early years, she wore a military uniform with sleeves for the convenience of going to war at any time. Now that she has nothing to do, she puts on a woman's wide-sleeved dress.

After hundreds of years, I stretched out my hand and it was still the same habit as before.

The clear spring water gurgled in front of him, accompanied by the crisp chirping of the birds in the forest. Fei Yao scooped it three or five times in succession, and the small wooden bucket was filled to overflowing with water.

Looking down at the puddle, she saw that the water in the spring was in a mess. After a while, the scene on the water surface returned to its original appearance from fragmented.

Her face was reflected on the water. She was extremely talented. She had reached the realm of immortality when her appearance was in its prime. Over the years, her eyebrows and corners of her eyes had not changed at all, except for the look in her eyes, which lacked the arrogance and ease before. Now she is calm and indifferent.

, I just feel a lot older.

Or maybe it's not that the eyes are old. Immortals who have cultivated to the realm of immortality don't have wrinkles on their faces. If they say they are old, it is clearly because their hearts are old.

In his heart, Fei Yao disliked himself very much, and even looked down upon him. When he was in the fairy world, he rarely looked in the mirror, but now he took a quick look in the water and felt upset.

Just as she was about to pick up the bucket and leave, the moment her peripheral vision returned to the water surface, she noticed that the water surface shook slightly, and then, suddenly, there was a face next to her.

A face that is more outstanding than the beautiful scenery reflected in the water.

Fei Yao suddenly became alert in her heart. She didn't even notice someone approaching her. It could be seen that she was too stupid now, or that the person's own cultivation level was unfathomable.

Turning around, Fei Yao straightened up, still maintaining a kind face, but already very alert on the inside, and smiled lightly, but without much enthusiasm.

"What a coincidence, I can meet the Demon King here."

Ying Zhaoyan looked away from Fei Jue's silhouette on the water, met a pair of cold eyes, and responded softly: "Perhaps, I am destined to be with Mr. Fei."

Fei Yao mentally defined the "fate" in "fate" as a bad fate. After all, the hatred of killing relatives cannot be wiped out with just a few words. Maybe this little devil with deep thoughts will be sent to court.

Huaguo temporarily saved her life, but it was just like a cat catching a mouse. He didn't want her to die too happily. He wanted to keep her and find an opportunity to slowly torture her, and then disembowel her and die without leaving a whole body.

It must be like this. After thinking about it, Fei Yao felt that this was the only reason that made sense.

Looking around, Fei Yao didn't know about the arrival of the Demon Lord of the Demon Realm. Did the sacred beast of Kunlun Mountain know about it, so he casually asked: "Demon Lord, why did you suddenly come to Kunlun Mountain?"

"I have been coming here once a year for the past hundred years. Mr. Fei always lives in the Nine Heavens, so I have never met him."

After hearing this, Fei Yao thought about the fact that the worlds of immortals and demons are now at peace, and there is no more fighting and killing. Even if there is, it is estimated that the Emperor of Heaven will not let her take care of it anymore. She has smoothed her temper over the past few hundred years.

He knew what was going on and didn't want to worry about it anymore. This little devil's hand not only extended to the gods of the immortal world, but also to the little Kunlun Mountain. He was really thoughtful and tactful.

Without saying any more, Fei Yao chuckled and said perfunctorily: "The scenery of Kunlun Mountain is beautiful. The devil should take a good look at it. Fei Yao still has something to do, so I'll say goodbye."

With that said, Fei Yao planned to pick up her bucket and go back to her small bamboo house to make tea peacefully. Unexpectedly, a pair of hands stepped ahead of her and picked up the bucket.

"I have nothing to do. If you need anything, sir, I am willing to help."

Fei Yao put away the hand that was holding out the water. Ying Zhaoyan was much taller than her. Fei Yao couldn't go over and fight for the bucket, so she watched the bucket full of water, and she was so obedient that she didn't spill a drop.

Come.

"How can I bother the Demon Lord to take action?"

Ying Zhaoyan started to walk in the direction of Feiyao's small bamboo house. As he walked, he said, "You and I can be considered acquaintances, so we don't need to be so acquainted."

Fei Yao followed closely, remembering the acquaintance he mentioned, which must have been the few times they met after asking for directions. She couldn't help but think of Ying Zhaoyan's help to her, and comforted herself in her heart that she had already given him things, so she would not give them any more.

I owe something, but the more I think about it, the more I know in my heart that the other person, the majestic master of the world, does not care about such tacky ornaments with piles of gold, silver and jewelry, so I inevitably feel guilty again.

"Well, I'll do it."

"It's almost there."

Fei Yao's heart was confused. He raised his head and saw the small bamboo house in the mountains in the distance. He suddenly became clearer and asked, "How do you know where I live?"

This was just a question. Fei Yao saw something secretly hidden in Ying Zhaoyan's expression, and said calmly: "In previous years, when I came here, I stayed in that room. I heard the flower spirit here mentioned that your Excellency also lived there.

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Fei Yao stopped moving and took a step away from Ying Zhaoyan. She knew in her heart that she couldn't leave this guest room in Kunlun Mountain alone for hundreds of years, but when these words came out of the little devil's mouth, she always felt a little weird.

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"Haha." After laughing twice, Fei Yao said tightly: "Could it be that the Demon Lord also likes the flowers and plants in Kunlun Mountain?"

"When my uncle was in power, he did some damage to this place, so he always came to visit and help me every year. Moreover, I really like the green mountains and green waters that you like."

Fei Yao listened carefully. In the first half of the sentence, he was still praising Ying Zhaoyan for his delicate methods. In the second half of the sentence, he began to have some other meanings. This made Fei Yao couldn't help but raise his eyes and glance at Ying Zhaoyan. This

Look, she met a pair of extremely beautiful eyes, looking at her softly with a smile.

Turning her face hurriedly, Fei Yao felt her heart was confused for a moment, but the next moment, she reflected that she was a person who had fought in all directions. She had never seen anything. Someone had once given her a pretty face in order to please her.

There were too many. At that time, she didn't even look at him. Now, with the little devil's look, there was nothing to panic about.

After sorting out his emotions, Fei Yao looked up again and saw that Ying Zhaoyan had withdrawn his gaze. When he arrived in front of the small bamboo house, he gently put down the bucket. A bamboo leaf from the treetop was blown down by the wind and stopped in front of him.

On the moon-white sleeves, slender fingers gently twisted the leaves, and then threw the leaves into the wind again.

Fei Yao looked at the bucket and the person in front of him, opened his mouth and said, "Uh, thank you."

"You're welcome." Ying Zhaoyan still responded calmly and said again: "I will stay here for three or two days. If anything happens to you, sir, Zhaoyan will help you."

"No need." Fei Yao shook his head, "I am alone and have nothing to trouble others with."

Without staying long, Ying Zhaoyan nodded towards Fei Yao, "Then, farewell."

"Okay." He responded. Fei Yao realized that he responded too quickly and was a little embarrassed.

Ying Zhaoyan obviously didn't care about it, turned around and headed towards the other side of the bamboo forest. After a little distance, he heard Fei Jue behind him say: "Thank you, your morning flower fruit."

The footsteps paused for a moment, Ying Zhaoyan pretended not to hear clearly, and then walked away into the distance. It wasn't until the mountain road turned a corner that they hid each other's figures, then they stopped and looked back.

Under her long sleeves, Ying Zhaoyan took back the crystal-clear Chao Hua Guo in her hand. Sure enough, she was still so strong.

In the forest, a ball of fluffy catkins was picked up by the wind and blew into the air. A little monkey climbing on the tree found it novel and pounced on it. However, the wind brought by the rush blew the catkins away.

Further away, the little monkey could only watch helplessly, scratching its ears and cheeks anxiously.

The Yang Xu fluttered gently, and one hand slowly stretched out, gently holding the white Xu in his hand.

Ying Zhaoyan looked at the white and fragile cotton wool in his hand, chuckled, and raised it casually, letting it fly higher in the wind.
Chapter completed!