"Those who leave the sea of wishes and float in the air are the wishes that boil out."

The man just now walked to Qinghu's side again, he saw Qinghu's human identity and was puzzled, and opened his mouth to explain to her.

"Is that the wish written in those golden letters?" Qinghu casually answered.

"Yes. May the wish in the sea be left to wander, the wish will be fulfilled, and it will change into a wisp of cloud silk into the sea of clouds.

Only when the desire to boil out to sea will we receive a response. The man continued, "I'm Zhuang Ji. ”

"Hmm." Qinghu replied lightly, and didn't look back at him, his attention was on those golden words.

Zhuang Ji smiled faintly and continued, "Do you recognize those words? ”

Qinghu nodded: "Well, it's to pray for a sunny day." ”

She suddenly felt that something was wrong, and turned to Zhuang Ji and said, "It has been said that it has rained for a year, and almost all the cities of the three empires have the desire to seek sunshine. But I was still in the Tingyu Empire yesterday, and it didn't rain there. ”

Zhuang Ji was still smiling, his face was indescribably soft, and he said with a smile: "This girl, how long have you been in Baomuro Mountain?" ”

Qinghu thought about it, it was already the next morning after she was knocked unconscious. So it's almost a day?

"One day." Qinghu replied.

"It's raining in that human world, how do you know." Zhuang Ji looked at the golden wish in mid-air, and said softly: "One day in the fairyland, one year in the human world." ”

Qinghu was suddenly shocked, she subconsciously raised her hand and touched her face, it was still the same smooth and delicate. And look at the hands, they are white and soft.

Zhuang Ji was amused by Qinghu's appearance, and smiled: "Don't worry, girl. It is the flow of time in the human world that has accelerated, and you are in the fairyland, and your time is not affected. ”

When Qinghu heard this, he relaxed a little, and couldn't help but look at Zhuang Ji and smile.

At this moment, the Nine Immortals returned to Clear Lake.

Zhuang Ji bowed and saluted: "Immortal Venerable." ”

"Zhuang'er is back." Jiuxian was in a good mood, he saw Qinghu and Zhuang Ji standing together, and suddenly felt very eye-catching, and couldn't help but reveal the look of an old father.

But he instantly thought about it: the little junior sister who just arrived, no one wants to snatch it!

Master's careful liver, who is worthy of it in the fire jade world?!

He couldn't help but glance at Zhuang Ji and wanted to beat him.

"Immortal Venerable?" Zhuang Ji saw that the nine immortals looked different, and called him again.

The Nine Immortals came back to their senses with some embarrassment, just in time for the disgusted expression on Shang Qinghu's face.

What......

Qinghu was speechless, and she had seen the same expression on the face of the reed sheng butler.

It's better to pay off the debt and go down the mountain quickly, otherwise you may be sold by this old immortal.

When the Nine Immortals turned their faces to look at Zhuang Ji, they had already instantly sorted out a calm and light look at An Ran, and his voice was calm and waveless: "Tianhe is leaking, you go and take a look." ”

The Nine Immortals groaned slightly, and said, "You are just right, maybe it is related to the Wind Jade God, please come over." ”

"Yes." Zhuang Ji bowed his body, his lowered eyes moved away from Qinghu's body, and he took the order.

"Zhuang'er is my eldest disciple, and he has been practicing with me since he was a child," the Nine Immortals continued: "Pure and gentle, he is a very good child, let him run errands for you in the future." ”

"He said that you don't care if you don't have the desire to boil out to the sea, is that true?" Qinghu diverted the topic and silently lit a thick white wax in his heart for those who made wishes.

The Nine Immortals nodded slightly.

His fingers curled slightly, and the yellow runes in the sea flew one after another, and the yellow runes lined up in a array, forming a wall of yellow runes.

The Nine Immortals looked at Qinghu's appearance of reading their wishes, and their hearts were both relieved and proud. The little junior sister is really the master's blood and bones, these ancient words, she was born to know.

Qinghu read the cinnabar characters on the rune paper one by one, all of which were ordinary wishes for marriage, official wealth, peace and harmony.

"You don't care about any of this?" Qinghu turned his head and asked the Nine Immortals.

"No matter," the Nine Immortals said lightly, "It's in charge." ”

The Nine Immortals stretched out their hands and flicked the yellow rune wall, and the rune wall disintegrated instantly, and the yellow runes flew back to the sea of wishes in turn.

"Things are done by people, and everything needs to be done with all your heart. Lose in hake, but gain in herring. ”

The Nine Immortals held Qinghu's shoulders and said, "All things, as long as you do your best, will be a good thing in the end." If it doesn't get better, it's not the end yet. ”

"Yes," Qinghu brushed aside the hands of the Nine Immortals and turned to look at the Sea of Wishes.

There will always be some wishes that will not be turned into clouds for a hundred years, and finally rot and sink back to the world.