Look at your face

Lianqing saw the man run away and the smile on her lips disappeared.
She turned around and looked around.
Not far away was a group of fiery red lycoris radiata.
A blue river was crystal clear and the bottom was visible.
On the banks of the river, there is an arched bridge, on which the three words "Naihe Bridge" are written with golden ink in a bold manner.
On both sides of the river bank, there are full of gorgeous blood-red spider lilies, a large expanse of fiery red that cannot be seen at the end.
彼岸花参差不齐颜色鲜艳。
唯独没有叶子。
随着地狱吹过来的冷风微微浮动。
敛清来到河畔，伸手触碰蓝色河水微微冰凉。
A deep and mellow voice came.
"These river waters cannot be touched."
Nangong Banxia, after training in the underworld, has become a qualified Meng Lao and is officially on duty today.
He had just arrived at the Naihe Bridge when he saw a young woman in green touching the waters of the Nai River.
So he spoke out to stop her.
"The waters of the Nai River wash away the seven emotions and six desires, they cannot be contaminated."
Qingqing looked towards the source of the voice.
A man in a blue robe, wearing a white conical hat on his head, with white gauze covering his face, making his features unclear.
Her eyes are deep and profound.
"Who are you?"
Nan Gong Banxia's voice paused, hesitating for a moment.
“我，我是这里的孟老。”
敛清的视线模糊看不清，上前走了两步。
“为什么要挡着脸。”
It's really strange.
这个孟老的气息居然像南宫半夏。
Nangong Banxia saw a girl approaching, and the face under the hat was anxious. He stepped back a few steps to stop her.
"There is no why!"
"Don't come any closer!"
Lian Qing stopped and the distance between them was no more than two meters.
"What is your name?"
Nangong Banxia opened his mouth and closed it, staying silent.
He has no memory.
He doesn't know his name.
Lian Qing saw that he was not speaking and thought that she had scared him, so she took two steps back and said softly.
“Take a look at your face,”
"No!"
Nangong Banxia subconsciously shook her head.
Hades said that his face cannot be seen by anyone.
He kept this in mind.
The woman in front of him looks good.
His behavior is indeed rather strange.
Lian Qing looked at him strangely, rubbed his eyebrow and said.
"I'm sorry."
As soon as the words fell, his figure turned into golden light and disappeared from the spot.
——
Seeing the woman leave, Nan Gong Ban Xia breathed a sigh of relief.
The feeling of oppression brought by the woman just now is really strong.
However...
I have to see his face the first time we meet.
Unhappy!
Nangong Banxia's first impression of her is greatly discounted.
——
On the blue shore.
Lian Qing sat with his legs crossed and his eyes closed, using consciousness to explore the traces.
Wen Zixian's breath is faint, and it is impossible to find out his location.
Night Yi's breath is hidden and disappeared, as if blocked somewhere.
Time passes second by second.
Fish fight leaping out of the water.
Flocks of birds walking on the lake.
The glaring sunlight gradually dimmed, becoming warm and peaceful.
——
Where exactly is Nie Yi, and why can't even she detect him.
Which link went wrong.
Meng Lao of the Underworld had a familiar feeling.
But Nangong Banxia is a mortal.
Yang Shou will be reincarnated after passing away.
Meng Lao... should not be him, right?
Clear the thoughts and collect them.
The shy grass under the peach tree is a bit withered.
Bring it into the room where the spiritual energy is abundant.
The room is her living place, with more abundant spiritual energy inside than outside.
It is more conducive to growth.
A lush shy grass, all the leaves tightly closed together.
It doesn't even touch it, as if it is very guarded.
Lian Qing poured some water and lay on the bed to rest.
The shy grass raised its branches and leaves, looking at the sleeping woman on the bed, and the leaves trembled.
Actually, Wen Zixian's consciousness has always been clear, and he probably knows the ins and outs of the whole thing.
Any place with plants is its shadow.
Through the Higanbana, he heard the conversation between Lian Qing and Bai Li Ming in the underworld.
The original king of the underworld is Yi Chu.
Lian Qing is Zhong Li.
It seems that Ye Yi has always said that Zhong Li is Lian Qing in the human world, which is not a lie.
Zhong Li is not an ordinary mortal, but a god in the divine realm.
Although he knew these things, the spells in his body were suppressed by the fairy spells.
He was unable to awaken and revert to his original form.
However, this misfortune also brought a stroke of luck.
His mutated body began to improve, and the withered leaves started to grow again.
Because this is a place with abundant spiritual energy, his physical condition is recovering.
The tender leaves grown from shy grass are green and translucent under the spiritual power.
The branches and leaves of the shy grass slowly grow and climb out until they reach the bed.
The leaf lay on the bed, quietly watching the woman, but dared not to make any movement.
Lian Qing's immortal technique is too pure.
His demon technique is chaotic, and touching the leaf will cause burns.
Wen Zixian felt anxious in his heart.
What should she do?
It's all because he didn't tell Zhongli his true identity as a bashful grass, so she couldn't recognize him.
Lianqing, I'm here.
——
One hundred years have passed.
Lianqing is lazy and cold in nature, and spends most of his time sleeping.
Waking up, she saw the shy grass growing well in the room.
She felt inexplicably happy.
She couldn't help but reach out and tease the leaves.
The leaves of the shy grass instantly trembled and retracted.
The soft and limp leaves look a bit pitiful.
"Quite interesting."
Lianqing is finding it quite amusing to be keeping this kind of plant for the first time, she has never kept one before.
She has heard of the shy plant, but this kind of plant is relatively rare.
Wen Zi Xian's leaves are soft and drooping.
His face is very red now because the leaves of the sensitive Mimosa are very sensitive.
Really, this woman is early in the morning.
——
After a long time, the leaves of the mimosa slowly opened up.
Timidly reaching out to touch, the shy grass quickly retreats and closes up together.
That's enough, that's enough.
Wen Zixian's face has turned extremely red.
No matter how long you wait now, the leaves stay tightly closed and never open again.
With a calm and joyful heart, I gave him a little bit of spiritual water and left.
Wen Zixian absorbed the moisture and felt refreshed.
Comfortable.
——
Heavenly Court of the God Realm.
High-quality flying immortals from the five realms will come to the God Realm, and the Heavenly Emperor will personally select and appoint them to positions.
The white palace is solemn, and the delicate floral carvings are exquisitely jade-like.
The atmosphere in the entire hall is quiet.
Dozens of people sit in orderly fashion, quietly waiting for instructions.
Beichen sits in the high first place.
A white satin robe draped over his gentle and jade-like figure, with a handsome face wearing a faint smile.
"Congratulations on your arrival in the God Realm."
The people waiting in the room responded in unison with different voices.
"Thank you, Emperor of Heaven."
Beichen's gentle eyes scanned the crowd, and suddenly a familiar aura entered the palace.
She wore a plain blue dress, and her black hair was adorned with a white jade hairpin.
Her cold and indifferent eyes remained calm, as if nothing could escape her gaze.
Tall, straight nose, light-colored lips, slender neck covered by a high collar.
The whole person is neat and clean, but not to be trifled with from a distance.
The people present were all surprised.
Everyone knows that there is a god in the divine realm.
Her name is Lianqing.
The first god created by Pangu when he opened up the heavens, she holds the power over life and death in the six realms.
Her cold and dignified demeanor today commands respect.
Beichen saw her suddenly appear.
How did she come?
Beichen stood up with a smile on his face and gestured to a seat next to him.
"Please."
Lian Qing nodded and sat down beside him.
"You guys go ahead, don't mind this old man."
Beichen nodded gently and waved his sleeve.
The different talents of the immortals sitting here were manifested above their heads.
He carefully considered each person's abilities.
Choosing six of them to be enshrined as gods, the rest were eliminated as celestial officials.
The whole process was handled properly.
Lianqing leaned sideways on the chair.
She propped up her head with one hand, her eyes drooping as if she were asleep.
Beichen's eyes glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
It's really strange.
Lian Qing has never attended these occasions.
What's wrong today...