Chapter 22: Past injury (2)

I also wonder how the calamity of the ascension to the gods is so good, but after a fight with Qingcang, after a short sleep for two hundred and twelve years, he was ranked as a in his sleep. I woke up from the fox cave three hundred years ago, I was stunned to watch my gleaming silver become a gleaming soul. I thought it was God who gave me a favor, and gratefully felt that this God was a kind God.
As everyone knows, the fight with Qingcang was only an introduction, and the serious calamity I had ascended to the divine calendar was a love calamity. I lost my heart, and I lost a pair of eyes. If it hadn't been for Qing Cang to seal my Xianyuan back then, he would have to pay for his cultivation when he jumped to Xiantai. God handles things unambiguously, kind and kind, he kind of a ghost.
I finally understand why Ye Hua always seemed to be hesitant when he was in Qingqiu. I understood that the night when he came to Fanjie staying in the inn, he said "I look at you and remember, but also look at you." Never remember again. "It's not that I'm lost in sleep and auditory hallucinations, everything has Ding Youmao, it's Ye Hua who wronged me back then, and he felt sorry for me.
He was afraid that he would never know why I named the dumpling Ali in the first place, and would never know why I wanted to dance in Xiantai.
Old things are coming, but the pain of the three years ago three hundred years ago seemed to be the same as yesterday. What is the righteousness and the truth, and what I have to do in order to maintain the integrity of me as a mortal. Nothing to care about. I woke up from this sleep, and only remembered the three years, the lonely nights in the fragrant flower, a little bit of humble hope that was worn out. This emotional side fell to me and rushed over, and I felt endlessly desolate and sad. In those three years, God lived so poorly and sadly.
I think it’s difficult for me to get married on the same night in October. I know I still love him. I was so fascinated by him three hundred years ago, and three hundred years later, I was fascinated by him. I can't control my heart about loving him, but when I think of the old things three hundred years ago, my heart is hard to get rid of. I cannot forgive him.
Migu Dashui came in for me to wash, looked at me for a while, and said, "Aunt, do you want me to bring some more wine?"
I reached out and wiped my face, only to find Mizusawa full of hands.
Sure enough, Migu carried the wine in. I drank seven or eight altars at the last meal, thinking I drank all the four brothers left.
Migu was still able to carry in such five or six altars, which shows that there are quite a few hidden in his huts.
I was drunk every time I was drunk, slept when I was drunk, awake and drank, and then drunk and slept again, for three or four days. When I woke up in the evening of the fifth day, Migu sat in my room, curled her eyebrows and said, "Auntie tighter, there is no wine to move in the cellar."
Migu worry, I have nothing to worry about, after all, I just don't have the strength, and it's not as useless as Feng Jiu. I almost spit out my yellow gall bladder when I drank a little wine. And after this experience, the amount of alcohol can increase a lot.
Without the nourishment of spirits, my spiritual platform was able to recover half of the Qingming. This half of Qingming reminds me of an important event that I cannot forget. My eyes that grow in the sockets of Sujin's eyes need to find time to get them back.
At that time, I was in love, and Su Jin took advantage of the fire and robbed me of her eyes. Now that my tribulation is over,
It was not a good idea to put those eyes in her eye sockets, and she must be uncomfortable with my eyes.
It is better to hit the sun to choose another day. I called out Kunlun fan and slightly adjusted my makeup in the mirror. Well, his face doesn't look good. In order not to lose Qingqiu's face, he turned out a box of rouge and carefully spread it evenly on his face.
I was on the ground with a radiant face, and I used a trick to easily avoid the heavenly soldiers and generals of the Nantian Gate, and went straight to the Changhe Temple where the Sujin in the Xiwu Palace.
Model she will really be blessed, she is leaning on a chaise couch slowly closing her eyes and resting.
When I showed my body shape, a tea waiter Xiao Xian'e in Fang Jindian shouted in surprise. Paragon opened his eyes and saw that it was me. He was startled and said: "God is driving here, Sujin is in panic." The movement of turning over and staying was slow and steady, and it was really panic.
I sat aside. She squeezed out a generous smile and said: "Su Jin is trying to figure out the sacred meaning, about to ask about the current situation of the king. If you talk about the king," she paused, and made the very generous smile twelve. To be generous, "The Susu from the mortal world is getting along well with the Lord, and he takes good care of him."
The smile set off the eyes on her face. I stroked the fan to make a calm look, and said: "This is so, it's naturally the best. Ye Hua's care of you in this room made me feel relieved. So today, I think I will also care for you."
She glanced at me suspiciously.
I smiled dignifiedly: "Su Jin, you have used God's eyes for three hundred years. Are you using them well?"
She suddenly raised her head, the blood on her face changed from red to peach pink, then from peach pink to pale, instantly changing three colors, interesting. She trembled and said, "You...what did you just say?"
I opened my fan and smiled: "Three hundred years ago, I lost my eyes and I was here with you. Today, I picked up this matter and came here to take it. You see, did you do it yourself or the God himself? Do it?"
She stepped back two steps and ran into the arm of the chaise couch behind her, but she didn't feel it, her lips trembled and said, "You are... Are you Susu?"
I spread out the fan impatiently: "Will you gouge yourself or the gods help you gouge?"
She had no expression in her eyes, her hands tightly twisted her sleeves, and she opened her mouth several times, but she didn't say a whole word. For a long time, she cried and laughed: "That woman... that woman is obviously just a mortal, how could it be you? She is obviously just a mortal."
I took a cup of steaming strong tea on the table, and wondered: "What about a mortal, what about a god? Just because I turned into a mortal three hundred years ago, and when I was a little scumbag, you, a little fairy, can come. Take my eyes, have I jumped to Xiantai?"
Her legs became soft and crooked. "I...I" I didn't come out for a long time.
I walked over and put my hand on her eye socket, and said softly: "The gods in Japan have a happy occasion. After drinking a few jars of wine, my hands are a little trembling. It's probably more painful than doing it yourself. You will be more concerned."
She has screamed in horror before I get down. I slapped an immortal barrier at random, standing in front of Changhe Hall, ensuring that those little boys, Xiao Gong'e, would not be able to get through even if they heard her.
Her pupils were distracted, her two hands firmly grasped my hand, and said: "You can't...you can't..."
I patted her face amusedly: "Three hundred years ago, you loved to pretend to be weak. I see you all the time and you are very weak. I can’t let God open my eyes to see what you look like when you are not weak. When Ye Hua went out of my eyes, he said that the debt you owed is going to be repaid. How did your own eyes disappear? We both knew well. How did my eyes fit into your eye sockets, we two I know it all too well. Tell me, why can’t I get my eyes back? Could it be that my eyes have been left in your eye sockets for 300 years before they become your own?"
After the words, he moved his hands sharply. She screamed. I approached her ear: "Tianjun quietly took care of the matter three hundred years ago, and I also quietly took care of today's matter. You owed me two things, one is eyes. The other is Zhu Xiantai. The debt of the eyes will be paid by you today. For Zhu Xiantai’s debt, either you have to jump off the platform seriously, or you can tell Tianjun, for your meager immortal Try to guard the Eastern Emperor's Bell, which is imprisoned by the water, and will never go to heaven forever."
She twitched, thinking it was painful. I have experienced this kind of pain, and I was a mortal at the time, so naturally it was more painful than her. She was so painful that she couldn't get her breath, but forced three words: "I... never..."
Yes, I finally didn't pretend to be weak with me, and barely stubbornly insisted. I lifted her bloodstained face, and smiled twice: "Oh? Then you want God to speak with Tianjun himself. But I always say one thing at this time, and say it at another time. It's another set. If I go to Tongtian Jun to talk about it, I don't know if it will be what I said at this time."
Her body stiffened under her hands, and then curled up in pain. In my heart I read the phrase "Buddha, Good and Evil Retribution, Reincarnation of Heaven."
Bi Fang ran away again, and the fourth brother went looking for him again. Among the ten miles of peach forest, there was only one Zheyan.
When I handed a pair of eyes to Zheyan, he was shocked, looked at the sun for a long time, and said: "This eye can be found in more than 300 years. It's a wonder." He said again. "It's also a miracle that you drank the medicine I gave, but now you remember that hurtful past."
These eyes can't be taken off from a fairy body for more than seven or forty-nine days, otherwise they can only be invalid.
Zheyan found it strange. He probably thought that my eyes were lost when they were lost, but he did not expect them to be placed on other people's faces, so that they have to come back today, and they can be reinstalled in my eye sockets.
I reluctantly smiled.
He glanced at the look on my face and understood that I didn't want to talk about the past, so he just coughed empathetically and didn't ask more.
Zheyan said that it would take him some time to get rid of some of the foul air in these eyes, and then exchange eyes with me after all. I happily agreed, and by the way, I carried a few jars of wine from his back mountain, soared to the cloud and returned to Qingqiu.
So it is a few days of drunken life and dreams. I asked Migu to help me pay attention to the movements of the prince's side concubine of Jiuzhong Heaven, and recently Qingqiu was closed, and I didn't see anyone.
The number of stages of the wine made by Zheyan really did not know how many times higher than the secretly hidden in Migu. Yesterday, I was so drunk that I vomited bile, and my head was so painful that I wanted to take a sword and go through the forehead from left to right. But it's good to do it like this, the world spins as soon as I close my eyes, and there is no more time to think about things.