"When the profit is gone, people's hearts can be seen."
With a self-deprecating look on his face, Xiao Buchong said no more and seemed to have really fallen asleep.
The old man chopping firewood was bored. He wanted to leave but did not dare to leave. He was hesitant.
The old sheepherder joked: "If you have this spare time, why not collect the books you messed up on the bookshelf behind you, and make sure they remain intact."
"Ji Xuanqing will come to the bamboo house to clean it in person every evening, rain or shine."
The old man chopping firewood said helplessly: "Okay, I'll take it."
With a woodcutter on his waist, he tidied the bookshelf dejectedly.
Reading one thing here and another, he suddenly let out a soft "Eh" and said in a high-pitched voice: "Come on, come and take a look."
"Where are the people? They're so stupid."
How could Xiao Buchong pay attention to the sleeping Zhengxiang, the old woodcutter who was inexplicably insane?
He simply turned over, out of sight and out of mind.
On the other hand, the old sheepherder and coffin carrier, who were concentrating on playing chess, were frightened by the startled look of the old woodcutter. They stood up in a hurry, trotted forward and said, "What's wrong?"
The former held a half-open picture scroll and carefully brought it to the desk on the left.
"Wow."
The immortal power drives it, and the scroll is spread flat.
The old man chopping firewood had a strange expression and said with a puzzled look on his face: "Look carefully and see who is in the painting."
The old sheepherder didn't understand, so he leaned over and observed, "What's there? Isn't it just the portraits of Ji Xuanqing and others when they were young?"
"This is Ji Xuanqing and this is Du Qirui."
"Well..."
Nodding at the charming Tang Jingyue, he said with mixed feelings: "Tell me, who would have thought that she would be Wenren Siyu's charming heart?"
"One is in the fairy world, and he is the master of that world."
"A small world of three thousand people who are regarded as the animal world in the fairy world is just a lineage of elders."
"It's true that God's calculations are worse than those of people. In all cases, fate will not forgive people at all."
The old man chopping wood said depressedly: "I didn't let you see Ji Xuanqing, Du Qirui, Tang Jingyue and Su Xinglan. I wanted you to see her."
"She, Xia Baiyou."
"Does it feel familiar?"
"Does she look like the woman from Yuehua Fairyland?"
The old sheepherder's wandering eyes suddenly condensed, and he immediately took a breath of cold air and said: "This..."
"How come they are so similar?"
"No, not just similar, I should say exactly the same."
The old man carrying the coffin's pupils dilated and he solemnly agreed: "They are indeed exactly the same."
"Whether it is the temperament or the expression of the person in the painting, they are exactly the same as the Yuehua I know."
"Well, the time of this portrait is..."
Following the signature below, he quickly calculated: "It was thirty years ago."
The old sheepherder muttered: "Eight hundred immortal worlds, three thousand small worlds, countless living beings who look alike."
"Maybe, this is just a coincidence."
"Is it a coincidence?"
For no reason, he asked and answered questions to himself, but to no avail.
The old man carrying the coffin retorted: "You can describe the outrageous things that happen in other worlds as coincidences, and I can barely accept them."
"But this is China. It seems to be Kunlun, China, which was created specifically to break the conventions of the fairy world."
"It's a coincidence that Suning is pregnant with the dragon and phoenix, and it's a coincidence that Su Xinglan is pregnant with the legendary life-knowing tree."
"Oh, Tang Jingyue is just a coincidence."
"Damn it, a small force in the world that I can destroy with just a snap of my finger, how can it have so many coincidences?"
