Zanxing

He kept the small room for himself, and the big room for Fairy Qinghua, although Fairy Qinghua never lived in it once.

Here, time seems to pass slowly and softly, as if it will still be the same after thousands of years.

One day, it rained heavily, and the giant branch in the field was blown to the ground. Fairy Qinghua was sitting under the tree, and she was soaked in soup.

Gu Caiyu stuck her head out in the thatched hut and greeted her from a distance, Fairy, come in and sit! She seemed to be an enthusiastic neighbor.

Fairy Qinghua looked at the thatched hut. The windows of the thatched hut shone with warm light, which seemed to block all the cold and wind and rain.

She watched for a moment, then finally stood up and walked towards the only light in the field.

Gu Caiyu warmly received this precious guest.

He closed the door, so the wind and rain were shut out of the door, and he picked up the hot water on the stove and poured a cup for Fairy Qinghua, put the cup in front of Fairy Qinghua, and said earnestly: Fairy, take a look , My house is well built, isn't it?

Fairy Qinghua drank the water silently without saying a word.

He cut off the wick in the oil lamp with a pretentiousness: This lamp has too little oil grass, and the fire is not too bright. The wooden couch is also a bit hard. It would be better if there was cotton. It's too hard to sleep now. It's hard to cook without rice.

Baiqie Chicken made two gugu sounds, walked to the table, and was shoved down by Gu Caiyu: Xiao Bai, don't make trouble.

Fairy Qinghua glanced at the table against the wall with some pen and paper, and couldn't help but startled. Gu Caiyu noticed her gaze and immediately stood up: That's my calligraphy treasure, do you want to see it, Fairy?

Before Fairy Qinghua could say the word I don't want to, this person had already run into the house and came out with his calligraphy treasure.

In all fairness, the handwriting is very beautiful, romantic and unrestrained, but it only writes extravagant words such as beauty, goddess and fairy.

Fairy Qinghua looked at him coldly.

Gu Caiyu looked around at the dim oil lamp on the paper on which the poems were written, and was extremely satisfied: Oh, the words are so beautiful, so chic.

Where did you get the ink? Fairy Qinghua asked.

Gu Baiyu patted his waist: It's in the Qiankun bag.

Fairy Qinghua frowned: You don't put some useful talismans in your Qiankun bag, but such a boring thing?

Hearing this, Gu Caiyu put down the ink treasure in his hand and looked at the woman in white: Fairy, what you said is wrong. How can a pen, ink, paper and inkstone be called boring things?

It's because you only carry these boring things that you can't get out until now.

Gu Caiyu clicked his tongue twice: Excuse me, fairy, you have a lot of high-level spiritual tools in your Qiankun bag, aren't we still trapped here and helpless?

Fairy Qinghua was silenced for a while.

In your sect, it's always so boring. He sat down on the chair, poured himself a cup of hot water, took a sip, and sighed comfortably as if he was drinking some fine wine. He continued: Cultivating immortals, it is like you who take your life to cultivate immortals, and cultivation is not very interesting. There are also people who cultivate as freely and freely as we do. I cultivate immortals just for pleasure. I can't go out, but I have a room here. I'm happy to have chickens and hot water to drink. You bring so many magical tools, can it keep you warm when it rains?

Fairy Qinghua put the cup on the table with a snap, and got up to leave.

Gu Caiyu grabbed her and said, Hey, hey, I said it casually, why are you still angry? But there is something I'm really curious about. He asked, Fairy, the purpose of your cultivation is to What? Just to ascend to immortality and live forever?

Of course not. Fairy Qinghua denied it, paused, and then said: All life is suffering, if you can cultivate to perfection and protect the peace of the Three Realms, it is the destination of those who cultivate immortals.

That's right, Gu Caiyu applauded: Ambition is great, it's amazing.

Fairy Qinghua ignored his applause of praise and derogation, and only looked at him and asked, Why do you cultivate immortals?

Me? Gu Caiyu stretched out his hand and took Baiqie Chicken into his arms, while stroking the bald tail of Baiqie Chicken, he said, I said it, I just want to be happy. If there is wine and poetry, I will be happy, as for soaring or something. , but by the way. Immortal world, it is passed down from mouth to mouth, it seems that it is very rare, maybe it is not as comfortable as my broken thatched hut, do you think?

Fairy Qinghua tilted her head and laughed, Worry too much.

Hairpin Xing also thinks too much. This Gu Caiyu seems to be a low-level cultivator at all. Apart from raising chickens and building houses all day, he has a big heart. If he can also rise to immortality in this way, the immortal world will only be overcrowded. .

Fairy Qinghua did not leave that night.

Like a guest staying in the wild, she stayed in the largest room in the thatched hut. There was only one wooden couch in the room, the corners were very rough, and there was no quilt or pillow. She was lying on the bed, and the sound of ping ping pong pong came from the other end. It was Gu Caiyu doing new carpentry work, and occasionally there was the occasional murmur of Baiqie chicken, which was noisy. It was pouring rain outside, dripping down the eaves of the thatched cottage and soaking the soil in the yard.

It looks so weak, as if the wind could blow the roof away, but the house is not cold at all, it is very warm.

Fairy Qinghua closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully for the first time in these days.

After that, the picture became more fragmented.

Hairpin Xing saw Fairy Qinghua living in this thatched cottage, and would go to Shishan every day to try to break the barrier. Gu Caiyu, as always, is not doing his job properly, and is keen to make the thatched cottage more beautiful and fancy, and to cook.

There are only edible weeds and wild fruits in the wilderness, so it is difficult for him to bring condiments with him, and he can actually make a table with all the colors and flavors. Whenever it was noon, I would shout in the yard: Fairy, the meal is ready!

Fairy Qinghua took back her sword and went back to the house to eat.

She is still cold, and Gu Caiyu is still not annoyed with her hot face and cold buttocks. He made a stone vase, picked some dog's tail grass and put it in it for decoration, or to write poetry.

Poems and essays were written one after another. The water in the bluestone tank in the yard was gone and added. The white-cut chicken still failed to grow its tail, but the giant tree on the field bloomed.

The flowers are like birds that want to fly, and they are like groups of fire burning warmly on the branches. Gu Caiyu pulled Fairy Qinghua to look at it and exclaimed, Biyihua, it's actually Biyihua!

Biyihua? Fairy Qinghua asked suspiciously.