SMS, Good and Evil, The Deer's Share.

They stayed in the cave for one more night.

As the sun was setting, Cheng Wuyun brought them bedding, picked wild fruits and brought them fresh water.

This is Su Ji's request.

As a ghost, Cheng Wuyun did not know whether she was warm or cold, whether she was hungry or full, and she did not understand the reason for Su Ji's request, but she complied with it.

There are many things that Cheng Wuyun doesn't quite understand. For example, although the Taiji Formation she set up has a thousand years of spiritual power, but hard to crack, or violently break the mountain, another way to kill, is not difficult, so why, as one of the six gentlemen of the Jingxu Peak, the third uncle will be so easily trapped by her.

On the second day, the Taiji Formation was not attacked and dissolved, and Duan Shujue and the others met Ren Tingfeng, the Third Master who had been pitted for more than three or four days, in the neighboring pit.

When several people met, Ren Tingfeng was instructing a fast-footed disciple: "Go quickly and return quickly, and tell your senior brother that all the disciples are safe, and that they will return in the next day, so do not be concerned."

The disciple received the order and was about to leave when Ren Tingfeng called out to him, "After the briefing, come back earlier. It's not good to lose a birthday celebrant."

Wen Yujing smiled, "It's a good thing there's no danger."

Ren Tingfeng said: "Dangerous may not be, shock is no harm, do not mention it. Master Wen, have you brought money?"

Wen Yujing unclasps the pouch at his waist.

Ren Tingfeng said, "Thank you, Senior Brother will return to the mountain and take that snow lotus and return it to you."

He tossed the brocade pouch to his disciple, "Go buy some gifts. Since you are here as a guest, it would be a great loss of etiquette to not have accompanying gifts."

Not only them, none of those forcibly detained by Cheng Wuyun have left, including those ordinary people.

There is a hunter is quite open-minded, holding a sheepskin wine bag, smiling a mouthful of big white teeth: "Come all the way here, but also locked up for so many days, how to eat a good meal, fishing for a capital it."

In fact, there is nothing to eat, wontons are Su Ji hand-packed, stuffed with fresh water chestnuts pinched from the mountains, winning in fresh and tasty, but not as delicious as those sold in the restaurant, longevity noodle flavor is good, but the number of pasta she bought is not much, wrapped the wontons, the rest of the do a few bowls of pasta on the end of it.

Su Ji and Cheng Wuyun bought these noodles a few days ago when they went down the mountain together. Cheng Wuyun refused to leave Su Ji, so Su Ji had to choose to enter the city after nightfall for fear of causing any unnecessary disturbances.

Su Ji goes into the grain store to buy noodles, and Cheng Wuyun waits obediently outside, but accidentally scares the man who gets up in the middle of the night to open the window.

Fearing that things would get out of hand, Su Ji could only take a few pockets of noodles he had purchased and hurriedly leave with Cheng Wuyun, not daring to enter the city again.

Not enough food, good thing there's wine.

The wine is all brewed by Su Ji herself, buried under the bamboo forest, that is the technique she learned from the book, brewed under the bamboo forest where she met Cheng Wuyun, sometimes she forgot where she buried the wine, searching for wine is like searching for treasures, it took her a lot of time before she dug out a few jars and prepared them early.

Warmed by the bamboo mud, the wine is mellow and fragrant after centuries and millennia.

When Cheng Wuyun met the crowd, she was dressed up by Su Ji, and even changed into new clothes, so she looked more festive than Su Ji on her birthday. The small half of the mask hid her disfigured face, revealing a small, pointed half of her face that was quite beautiful and elegant.

Luckily, she wasn't sure what the injury on her face meant at the moment, and when she saw everyone, she performed a manly salute, "Thank you all so much, for coming to accompany Ah Chuang for his birthday."

In Cheng Wuyun's time, women still bowed in the same way as men.

She seemed to have all but forgotten that she was the one who had kidnapped everyone, or rather, with her current knowledge, didn't see anything wrong with doing so.

Su Ji laughed helplessly, and behind her, returned each bow to the crowd, as well as making amends for her to the crowd.

Ren Tingfeng smiled, raised his hand and sleeves, using a bamboo fan to press the gift box on one side, saying, "This is a gift from our Jingxu Peak, please accept it with a smile, and I wish the girl a quick life on earth and a hundred thousand years of peace."

Cheng Wuyun was so happy to hear the toast that he came running upside down and opened the gift box straight away.

Su Ji was apologetic, but no one in the room minded.

Everyone wants to believe that Su Ji will teach Cheng Wuyun well in the future.

The hunter picked up several unusually shaped rocks, a scholar gave away the books in his book case, and a woman who had come up the mountain to pick mushrooms picked a handful full of mountain flowers.

Cheng Wuyun loved this flower the most, he took it in his arms and sniffed it again and again, he also put it on his head, and as a result, he spoiled a head of combed hair and made it messy.

Unable to do so, Su Ji could only pull her to sit down on a rocky outcrop off to the side, dissolve her hair, and re-comb it.

Cheng Wuyun held up the flowers to show her, "Flowers."

Su Ji : "The flowers are very pretty. ...... Cheng girl, don't move, look ahead."

Cheng Wuyun was a good boy, holding the fragrance in his arms, but his mouth did not stop talking, saying to himself: "The flowers are really beautiful. Tomorrow I will pick all the flowers on the mountain for Su Ji, and Su Ji will be happy."

Su Ji held her thick head of dark hair and combed it gently, "Don't, if you pick a handful occasionally, Su Ji is very happy; if you pick all of them, Su Ji won't be happy, it's good that the flower is in the place it should be, and so is Ms. Cheng, don't move, be good."

Cheng Wuyun obediently hmmm'd and continued to turn the flower in her hand, letting the petals brush against her cheek one at a time.

Everyone was given a small bowl of caper wontons, and Chi Xiaochi took a small spoon and ate the whole bowl, one bite at a time.

This is kind of a share with Duan Shujue.

The Duan Shujue inside him moved after the small bowl reached the bottom.

He took a spoon and wrote on the bottom of the bowl, "Is this a human being."

It's a pretty vague statement, but Chi Xiaochi thinks he knows what Duan Shujue is trying to say.

Chi Xiaochi switched to holding the spoon in her left hand and answered him, "Yes."

In his last life, Duan Shujue was Yan Jinhua plotting a thorough, young trapped in a sea, later trapped in the fishing pool, the intersection is very few, the most real warmth, only from his little black snake.

But Ye Jiming is not a human being.

The people he met were Yan Jinhua, and the people in Jingxu Peak who had been kept in the dark by Yan Jinhua, who did not know the truth, and who were shouting at him to kill him.

He had never seen such a scene, all of them were speechless, tacitly defending the wishes of a ghost, not harboring suspicions, not attacking, not harboring ill will, and the third uncle, whom he had never seen in his last life, shook his fan and drank wine in a crowd of peace and joy, idly and freely, as if he had been called to see another realm.

Do people, too, have realms.

Is this what a human being looks like.

Duan Shujue was puzzled and Chi Xiaochi answered his questions.

"Yes."

This is what man should be, and those darknesses and injustices that he has seen do exist, but fortunately, that is not all that makes a man a man.

Duan Shujue, rarely talkative, muses for a moment, writing word for word with his spoon on the bottom of the bowl, "I want to know more."

Chi Xiaochi answered him, "Why don't you take your time and go see."

Duan Shujue : "Thanks for the mention Mr. Ikki."

Chi Xiaochi: "No. These wontons are quite tasty, have you finished writing, I'll go and get another bowl when you're done."

He went to serve another bowl, and the heat of the ravioli hit his face comfortingly.

061, who hadn't spoken for a long time, laughed and said, "You're quite suitable for Gnosis."

Chi Xiaochi said, "Enlightenment is nothing, live more, always live."

This world where there are so many extremely evil and ugly, extremely good and beautiful, most of them are just gray, not too good, not too bad.

Chi Xiaochi has seen the best of people and the worst of people, and he never questions the existence of evil, but he doesn't question any of the good for it either.

During his most hateful and unlikeable moments, he would text with Lou Ying.

By that time, Lou Ying could no longer reply to him.

However, Chi Xiaochi will default to the fact that he has read it, or is reading it.

No matter how tired he was or how much he hated it, all he had to do was send a text message on his tiny, simple cell phone that only functioned as a call and text before he went to bed, and he would be able to sleep well for hours with peace of mind.

"Lou, good night."

"Got first place on the test today. Missed you."

"I've been approached for a movie, I heard that a very famous screenwriter has taken a liking to me, is that a lie, should I go?"

"Lou, I had milk before bed. A big glass."

Though the efficacy of this therapy gradually weakened in later years, it was good to know that Lou Ying would not change her number and was always there, gently ready to embrace him.

For the sake of this warmth, Chi Xiaochi also tries to keep his heart so that it doesn't become too much.

However, in any case, he is not the same Chi Xiaochi as before.

Ye Jiming felt his silence and sat with him in laughter.

Wen Yujing was called by Ren Tingfeng for a drink, and they were able to take advantage of the opportunity to gossip.

Ye Jiming called him, "Chi?"

Chi Xiaochi: "Huh?"

Ye Jiming: "What did the old Wang Ba egg surnamed Banquet do to Su Ji and Cheng Wuyun?"

In his previous life, he had only heard of this matter, and the theme was still boasting about how Yan Jinhua possessed thunderous methods.

Chi Xiaochi commented.

In his last life, under the leadership of Yan Jinhua, who seized the shark's thousand-year sword intent, Shi Yushan was burned to the ground, Cheng Wuyun suffered a serious injury and was dragged away from Shi Yushan alive, and was annihilated, Su Ji was captured and thrown into the furnace, and Yan Jinhua accidentally obtained Zhangsheng's medicine of immortality, and he was so happy and excited that he was so pleased with himself.

When Ye Jiming heard about it, he almost died of anger on the spot.

But a turn of the head, see Yan Jinhua sitting far away, full of forcefully suppressed reluctance, in front of the ravioli also did not move on a bite, I do not know whether it is no appetite or do not believe in the mountain ghosts and them, the heart of the displeasure immediately dispersed.

In this life, Su Ji and Cheng Wuyun are well, and have been recognized by the third and youngest masters of Jingxu Peak, he is the one who later on got lucky, and obtained any extraordinary chance, and I am afraid that he will not be able to find an excuse to start to seize the dan.

Having been relieved, Ye Jiming looked around and felt a sense of emotion.

He hadn't read that Shark Immortal Monarch and only had a general idea of the plot.

Shi Yushan, the place where he was supposed to meet Duan Shujue.

Ye Jiming asks, "How exactly is that author, you say, going to write about my first encounter with Fishy?"

Chi Xiaochi asks, "It's up to you, if you were in Shi Yushan and met Duan Shujue for the first time, what would happen?"

"If I don't know him well, of course I won't be able to stand his hypocrisy, and I'll have to find a chance to teach him a lesson." Ye Jiming said, "But probably not on Su Ji's birthday, wait until we get off the mountain."

Chi Xiaochi sipped a cup of bamboo wine, "Well, then, that's probably the story the author originally intended to write."

After the wine and dinner, the people resigned.

After seeing off the people, Su Ji turned around and went back to the mountain, but he could not find Cheng Wuyun anywhere.

She walked around the mountain, calling softly without haste, "Miss Cheng, Miss Cheng."

As they passed the bamboo forest where they had met, Cheng Wuyun jumped down from one of the bamboos and landed on top of her, rustling down a shaken bamboo leaf and grinning.

She didn't weigh a thing and could be carried easily.

The Goddess, who used to be gentle and dignified, was lying on the mountain ghost's back, her hair, which had just been combed, was spread out, "All sent away?"

Su Ji turned his back on her and said, "Sent away."

Cheng Wuyun said, "So now it's my turn."

Su Ji said, "Okay, okay, take you home."

She carried her on her back and headed for the home they shared.

Cheng Wuyun hugged Su Ji's neck and thought about the people Fang Cai had left, "They were so nice. Will they come back next year?"

Su Ji said, "That's fate, no need to force it. Listen to me, don't arrest anyone in the future, okay?"

Cheng Wuyun said, "No catch."

Su Ji : "You can't catch it at birth either."

Cheng Wuyun froze and lay on her back for a few moments of hard thought before making up his mind, "Well, no scratching."

...... This counts as an agreement.

Cheng Wuyun was good for a while and then made another request, "You haven't read to me from today's book."

Su Ji: "Which one do you want to hear?"

Cheng Wuyun said, "The Book of Psalms."

Su Ji then picked one at random and recited it softly: "Felling trees, birds calling. It comes from the valley and moves to the tree. ......"

The mountain ghost recites a phrase and the goddess follows it. The goddess didn't quite know what it meant, babbling and picking up her speaking cadence and pronunciation.

She drifted off at times, finding the words familiar and the scene familiar.

It was as if she had taken someone like this long ago, and then again, long ago.

When he read a sentence, she learned it. So the thousand years of time did not seem difficult, and day by day, it passed.