How the fox spirit is made

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Jixue nodded, put aside the scraps on the tea, sipped the tea, and said helplessly: "...I know you are anxious, the sky and the world are not stable now, although Xi He is dead, her nine children will return sooner or later." Yes, as long as the sun is in chaos, the world will be in chaos."

"As long as you know."

"...I think, go to the world again."

Pin He stared at her neck, teasingly said: "Hey, are you still going to the world? Does your neck hurt?"

"...No, I will explain clearly to Tingfeng. I want to find Nuwa again and ask her to send someone to the East China Sea to keep an eye on Fusang."

"That's right, the three-headed Golden Crow is rebellious by nature, how could it be so easy to let us manipulate it. Then, goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Jixue drank the tea in her cup in one gulp, jumped straight down to the heavenly palace, passed through layers of clouds, the air flow turned into wings behind her, and the surge of air làng was reflected into the mountains and strange peaks of different shades on her sleeves. On the pine cliff, occasionally an unformed spirit passes by, and is willing to turn into a pearl in her temples, adding luster.

The boy is thirteen years old this year, but due to years of hunger, his face is thin and thin, and he looks like an eight-year-old child.He was wearing a rag whose original color could not be seen clearly. It was colorful and full of flowers. It might be a bath towel discarded by others. It was a bit festive if you didn't look carefully.

The boy took out a piece of sour and moldy cake from his bosom, and rubbed it again and again distressedly, but he was still reluctant to eat it.

The boy just came out of the human resident, ready to find the holy place that people say is carefree.When he looks at the sky, he can often see a corner of the fairy palace in the sky through the clouds. He is both envious and inferior, and feels that he is daydreaming to step on the fairy palace to rule one side.

One day, the boy met a woman who flew down from the fairy palace. According to the local rules, he should call her a goddess.

Jixue landed in front of him, seeing his dumbfounded look, she smiled and stretched out her finger to flick his forehead: "Boy, why are you so engrossed?"

"I..." The boy was woken up by her, and he dodged his eyes unnaturally, "I have never seen a fairy in the sky..."

"Then you see it now?" Jixue shook her sleeves, straightened her collar, and then strode towards the city.

"...Eh!" The boy mustered up all the courage he had in his life, and grabbed Jixue's flowing clothes.

As if he was afraid that his dirty hands would stain the fairy's clothes, he withdrew his hand in time and wiped the stain on his robe.

"Are you alright?"

"...God, can you take me to the sky..."

Jixue just thought it was funny.

Ordinary people always think that gods are good, this is good, that is good, drink fine nectar and jade wine, eat thousand-year-old fresh fruits, live in high-rise buildings in Guangsha, call the wind and rain at will, and travel thousands of miles a day, but the people in the bureau are always better than the gods. Outsiders see more clearly.

Jixue smiled and shook her head: "Why take you to the sky? Are you also a fairy?"

The boy's eyes were red with anxiety, and he told his own story intermittently in an almost pleading voice, about being abandoned by his parents, wandering in a foreign country, being alone, begging for food, being bullied, and crying as he talked .

Jixue saw too many joys and sorrows in the world, and couldn't arouse sympathy for a while, so he could only comfort him and said: "Well, I will take you to see Nuwa, she must be willing to give you a good job."

"...God, please, I'm from the east coast, I just want to return home..."

Jixue looked up at him, and the expression on his face was no longer perfunctory: "What, you come from the east coast? Are you familiar with the surrounding situation, such as Fusang?"

"...Yes, it's very close to Fusang..."

Jixue made a plan, turned around and said, "Then I have an errand for you to go to the east coast, would you like it?"

"Yes! Of course I would! Immortal, I can do anything!"

"Boy, what's your name then?"

"...I don't have a big name, my surname is Han, and everyone in the village is called Tu'er."

"Then I'll give you a name," Jixue's footsteps quickened when he saw the pillars in front of Nuwa's house from a long distance away.

"How about, how about calling you Yundong?"

"Duan Yundong!"

"I'm here, don't shout, what to do if you are found out." Duan Yundong jumped off the school wall, patted the dust on his hands, took out a silk fan from his arms, and instantly became a turmoil in the market Brother son.

"Oh, I'm not allowed to call--" The companion is a hooligan in a nearby alley, and bumped his shoulder, "Today, are you going to see the bean curd Xi Shi, or the brothel oiran?"

Duan Yundong fanned his fan complacently, looking like an expert: "Tofu beauties are looked down on every day, the makeup is not smooth, and the oiran only recognizes money. These are too vulgar, and there is no aftertaste. If you want me to say, just Go to the busiest rouge shop in Ruyang, and there must be a lady who doesn't leave the pavilion."

"Go quickly, isn't your mother in charge of the busiest rouge shop in Ruyang?"

"Yes, yes, you don't need money to enter your own shop!"

While the companions were pushing and shoving, Duan Yundong, as the leader, walked to the front in an unrestrained manner, whistling at the little girl on the road.

Qi Qing was looking at the clothes in the tailor shop next to Rouge Shop. Xie Yifei picked out a petal-shaped cuff for her, embroidered with gold silk patterns, and decorated with small bells at the corners of the skirt. She combed her hair, and put a hairpin with strawberry pearls and silver in the bun. With the help of the bronze mirror in the store, Qi Qing touched the bell curiously and pulled her sleeves together.

"Is it nice?"

"nice."

Qi Qing had never worn such an exquisite skirt, she was both curious and careful.

The owner of the store is an elderly woman, but she still has charm. She said that Qi Qing's lips were pale and she wanted some rouge. No one cared, but Xie Yifei listened and insisted on pulling Qi Qing to the next door. Rouge shop.

"I am like this, really like a human being, like a girl in the world."

Qi Qing followed Daliu to put on flowers, a lotus flower between her eyebrows, and painted half of her lips with rouge. She looked like a young lady from a famous family.

Xie Yifei reached out to pull her hair, straightened the pendant on her chest, and whispered in her ear: "You have always been a girl in the world and a princess in my heart."

"..."

Qi Qing pushed Xie Yifei away: "Don't tease me, I still have self-knowledge, I'm a fox. Besides, princess? Don't you want to be a son-in-law?"

Xie Yifei shrugged helplessly, if the person in front of her was really a princess, then she would do her best to pretend to be the consort.

Then you won't meet her.

"I'll go and pay, you wait, don't wander around."

"Well, I'm sure I'm not walking around."

"Hey, Duan Yundong, do you think that young lady looks good? It's the one standing at the door, and the woman next to her even brought a sword."

The companions hid behind the pillars of the pawn shop opposite the rouge shop, Duan Yundong watched the woman with the sword enter the shop, and the lady in fine clothes stood alone waiting at the door, then slipped past quietly.

"Miss, why are you alone, are you not familiar with the way? Come, we will take you to play!"

"Miss, come with us, I know this piece best!"

"Miss……"

Duan Yundong smiled and put his shoulders on the young lady's shoulder from behind, and glanced at her inadvertently.

Combing the hairstyle of an unmarried girl, she looks like a girl, with mediocre features, only a pair of looking forward and looking peach blossom eyes are the finishing touch, which makes the whole person lively.

In this way, it is not a waste of time...

Duan Yundong thought this way in his heart, and walked to a secluded place with his familiar hand on Qi Qing's shoulders: "...Come on, miss, I'll take you to a fun place."