"Are you sick?"

Weaver Ying couldn't help scolding him.

She had just repaired her meridians, how could she defeat him? This stinky bird probably came here to cause trouble because he saw that she was weak and could be bullied!

Xiao Jinwu was scolded so suddenly, and he immediately became angry. The emperor usually taught him to keep his emotions and anger indifferent, and the gentleman's virtues were all forgotten in his mind.

Ying whipped over there.

Zhi Ying was shocked and hurriedly ducked to avoid it, cursing in his heart: This crazy bird!

The red feather whip was filled with flames, burning away a strand of Weaver Shadow's raised hair, and an unpleasant burnt smell immediately emitted from the air.

This smell helped Xiao Jinwu regain some sense. He took back his red feather whip and hid it behind his back. He frowned and said, "Why don't you fight back? Didn't you show off your tricks in Siyun Palace last time?"

Neither the Yun Clan nor the God of War Clan publicized the fact that Zhi Ying was almost taken away from her body in Xingluo Forest, so Little Golden Crow didn't know that her little cultivation was ruined.

Now that he was deliberately provoking, Zhi Ying did not dare to tell him about her affairs, so that he could take advantage of others' danger and take advantage of her.

She shook her head: "I won't fight with you. Master Si Zhi said that the Yun Clan practices the Tao of Freedom, and those who fight will be imprisoned for one year."

After saying that, Zhiying smiled bitterly in his heart. He was locked up in Siyun Palace by Si Zhi to recuperate. Wasn't it just because the old monster wanted to seize his body and he was forced to resist and fight?

Little Golden Crow looked confused: "How come I haven't heard about it?" He turned around and waved his hand, "I'm not from the Yun Clan! Come on, come on, let's go and have a good fight! If we win, I'll get a basket of Ten Thousand Years Snow Lotus Root for you.

You; lost..."

He thought for a while but didn't come up with any good ideas, so he said: "I haven't thought about it yet. Just promise me to do something for me in the future!"

Zhi Ying laughed "haha" twice and said vaguely: "Well... Oujiezi, I still like to eat it... but..."

Little Golden Crow tilted his ears, as if he was listening attentively.

Zhiying quietly moved back and said loudly: "I'm still not happy!"

After saying this, she immediately turned around and turned into a cloud and flew away. The wind she brought with her blew the little Golden Crow's hair, which was covering her ears, messy and frizzy.

The red feather whip in his hand was raised in the air, and there was a loud "snap" when it was drawn out, frightening Yunduo who was fleeing far away, and then he sped up and ran for his life.

Little Jinwu cursed "stinky girl" and chased after him without mercy.

The two of them, one chasing and the other escaping, flew for most of the day, until the moon set over the Milky Way and the stars were shining brightly. Weaver Ying ducked and hid in a dimly lit tower.

This tower seemed to be a hidden place, and the strong fragrance of ink filled the nose. Zhiying frowned, and the fragrance of ink seemed a bit friendly.

She heard a magnetic man's voice from high up: "Fangtang, what do you think of this painting?"

"Zhenjun, you..." Probably that person was not very good at painting, so this "Fangtang" was a bit difficult to tell the truth to attack him, so I hesitated for a long time.

"Huh?" The upward-sounding ending contained a hint of majesty and a strong sense of...threat.

Fang Tang was immediately filled with praises: "You have beautiful appearance, graceful demeanor, strong and sincere attitude, fine texture and even flesh. You are so beautiful that Fang Tang can't bear to blaspheme..."

Hearing these words, the corners of Zhiying's eyes twitched. He couldn't bear to blaspheme, or he couldn't bear to read...

Although this conversation was somewhat insincere, she also heard something from it.

I heard that there are seven stars in the Beidou, and the fragrance of ink here is strong. Talking about paintings, it should be the Tianquan star in charge of literary fortune.

Zhiying remembered the lesson he learned from falling into a trap last time, fixed his direction and flew north. Unexpectedly, he came to Wenqu Xingjun's Tianquan Palace.

The reincarnated Wen Quxing stars in the TV series are all talented, upright and restrained. Why is this one different? Did she guess wrong? Or is this just the true tower guard of the Tianquan Tower?

Shadow Weaver was very suspicious.

After listening to the endless praises like a torrential river, the true king was finally satisfied. After saying "I guess you have a good vision," there was a burst of narcissistic "tsk tsk" sounds.

Hearing this, Shadow Weaver became very curious and flew up.

The window lattice was filled with pearls, and a man in a cotton-white embroidered bamboo-pattern robe sat in front of a messy desk. The man's back was turned to her, and he was holding a scroll and reading it.

What was painted on the scroll was actually a picture of acacia with beautiful shapes and colors!

Zhiying suddenly remembered the blushing figure of Dansheng turning around and running away. Couldn't the book that Dansheng carried was taken from here?

She silently lifted her dropped chin up, but was locked by a sharp gaze.

"Where did the little thief break into the Tianquan Tower of my True Lord Wei Zhi? Could it be that he came here for my Hehuan Tu?"

This magnetic voice and the second half of the sentence completely changed the taste in Zhiying's ears, but she also understood that this was indeed the realm of Wenqu Xingjun, and this was not Wenquxingjun, but the tower guard under his seat.

The true king.

She endured the twitching of the corner of her mouth, showed her figure, slightly cupped her hands, and said with a smile: "No, no, no."

A certain True Lord raised his eyebrows and said: "Two 'nons'? Then why did you come to my Tianquan Tower?"

The Fang Pond is powerless to support the forehead, the Tianquan Tower is open to all rivers, and anyone can benefit a lot from picking out a scripture at random. Weizhi Zhenjun treats those useless scrolls as treasures, thinking that others will also treat them as treasures.

Zhi Ying, who was hiding in hiding, didn't want to offend this true monarch with unique hobbies, and it would be bad if he exposed her whereabouts. She hurriedly explained: "The little god went out today and lost his way. I didn't want to accidentally fall into the sky by chance."

In Quan Tower, I even saw the True Lord Wei Zhi whom I had admired for a long time. I was so surprised that I was dumbfounded. I hope that the True Lord will forgive me for my rudeness!"

Fang Tang was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that this goddess who looked so beautiful and refined could be more flattering than him, a senior immortal attendant who had been on the road of flattery for many years. It was true that there was a god beyond the gods, and there was a god beyond the sky!

Zhi Ying looked down at her toes to cover up the corners of her mouth that couldn't help but twitch violently. She actually said such shameless words fluently. It was a pity not to be a bitch!

Weizhi Zhenjun was very happy to be flattered by her. He waved her over and excitedly showed her the picture he had just drawn.

Zhi Ying's arms were tightly clasped by him, and he was forced to look at the scroll with his eyes deliberately out of focus. He praised this embarrassing painting over and over in his mouth.

With his mouth numb with praise, Wei Zhizhenjun sighed with tears in his eyes: "It's a pity that Ben Zhenjun's paintings are so good, but no one appreciates the words he wrote so hard. What a pity!"

Turning his head and glancing at Zhiying, he laughed: "Fortunately, you, a little girl, have a unique vision!"

After that, he pulled Zhiying and ran downstairs. Zhiying was staggered by him, and finally the two of them stopped in a room filled with books.

Wei Zhizhenjun pulled out a crumpled book and stuffed it into her hand excitedly, winking and gesturing for her to read it.

Zhiying did a good job of ideological work for herself, mustered up great courage in her heart, and opened the book in her hand. After a quick look, she found that the plot was quite familiar, and there were no obscene words, so she put it away and looked at death as if she were home.

Psychology, look at it with a plain heart.

...The breeze stirred the water, and a pair of beautiful mandarin ducks floated there...matching the mandarin ducks, matching the mandarin ducks, but it's a pity that your Yingtai is not a female beauty...

Seeing the word "Yingtai", Zhiying's hand when turning the book began to tremble, and her heart was agitated and horrified.

...Although Yue Lao controls marriage, only lovers can form a couple. Clay sculptures and wood carvings are idols. I don't understand how a phoenix seeks a phoenix in the world...Butterfly pendant with white jade ring. Butterflies should be in pairs. Little did I know that you and I make our own decisions and no one takes the responsibility.

It is a matchmaker...

What's next? Is it to keep the promise of a happy ending, to turn into a pair of butterflies in front of the grave?

Zhi Ying kept turning back and saw Wei Zhi Zhenjun frowning and repeatedly shouting "slow down, slow down", but at this time Zhi Ying was in a confused mood and couldn't hear it.

She turned to the last page, which said that two butterflies danced gracefully and depended on each other. The lovers broke through the barriers of the world and would never be separated again until the end of time.

His hands were shaking like sieves, and the book in his hands was shaking like butterfly wings, and finally fell into the flowers. Zhenjun Wei Zhi quickly took it and held it in his hands like a treasure.

He looked at Zhi Ying and complained: "Why do you, a little girl, ruin your writing like this?"

Zhi Ying reluctantly recovered from the shock in her heart, pointed at the book in Zhenjun Wei Zhi's hand and said with a trembling voice: "This is... "Butterfly Lovers"!"

"Wrong! This is "The Legend of Butterfly"!" Wei Zhizhenjun showed her the cover of the book. There was no doubt that the words "The Legend of Butterfly" were written on it.

Zhiying shook his head: "This is obviously "Butterfly Lovers"!"

Zhenjun Wei Zhi was unhappy and patted the book cover: "The masterpiece "The Legend of Butterfly" written by Zhenjun with great pains and pains, where is the Butterfly Lovers?"

Zhi Ying stared at the three words on the cover, feeling infinite fear in his heart. "Butterfly Lovers" turned into "The Legend of Butterfly". What about the others?

So she rushed to the pile of books, took out a book and flipped through it.

"Meng Jiangnu Cried at the Great Wall" became "The Book of Searching for a Man", "The Legend of the White Snake" became "The Remains of Nuwa's Descendants", "The Romance of the West Chamber" became "The Legend of Yingniang"...

Each of them was a story she had read in the past. They changed the soup without changing the medicine, but they kept saying that it became the "masterpiece" of the little True Lord in front of her?!

What about what she saw in the past? Was it the marriage book he wrote for that small world, or was it something he wrote after reading the story in the viewing mirror?

Zhiying's mind was buzzing so much that she didn't hear what Zhenjun Wei Zhi said to her, until the hot temperature burned her wrists.

"You stinky girl knows how to hide, and you actually hid in Tianquan Palace!"

The overwhelming anger burned from his wrists to his heart, burning Zhi Ying's confused thoughts completely.

She suddenly became clear. She held her wrist that was about to be blistered and cried out in pain. She looked at the dazzling little golden crow in front of her and said with an angry smile: "You are really persevering, and you can carve gold and stone!"

Little Jinwu blinked awkwardly, the light in the room flickering on and off.

He is proud and belligerent, but not stubborn and ignorant.

The injury on Zhiying's hand was his fault. Thinking of Zhiying's love for eating lotus root seeds, he stretched out his hand halfway, then hurriedly took it back, awkwardly exchanging terms: "I will take you to pick the ten thousand year snow lotus root, you are full."

Just spar with me!"
Chapter completed!