Wonderful Painting of the Mountains and Seas 32
Nine Tails didnât care. He decided this was a red-feathered chicken and wondered where to start eating it. How could Xie Xi let Nine Tails eat himself?
He hit the neck of Little Nine Tails, forcing the fox to loosen his mouth and the âmeatâ in the mouth fell to the ground. Xie Xi hurriedly reached out to hug Little Vermilion Bird. âOkay, itâs fine.â
Little Vermilion Bird was in shock. He chirped while flapping his wings. From this perspective, Nine Tails was right and this really was a chicken!
Unexpected, he had just saved Vermillion Bird when the silver fox glanced over. He finally couldnât stand his chicken being robbed and cried out miserably.
Thatâs right⊠the vampire Aix-en, Minister of Finance, second prince and Demon Ancestor Nine Tails cried as the chicken in his mouth flew away.
This wasnât just shedding tears of grievances. He let go of everything and let out a heartbroken cry. Xie Xi suspected that this guy wouldnât cry so miserably even at Xie Xiâs death!
He hurriedly hugged the little fox and coaxed him, âThis isnât a chicken. You see, he doesnât have a chicken crown.â
The little fox stopped crying and glanced at Vermilion Bird before complaining, âHe is a chick. A chick doesnât have a crown!â
This was very logical. Little Nine Tails was really a reasonable little fox!
Xie Xi was silent. He stared at Vermilion Bird for a long time and really couldnât see the difference between him and a chicken. Eventually, he could only⊠âOkay, as long as you donât eat this chicken, Iâll give you three big chickens later!â
This was obviously much more powerful than clarifying Vermilion Birdâs identity. The little fox raised his beautiful silver eyes. âDonât lie to me.â
This had been heard countless times but it was never as funny as it was now. Xie Xi replied, âI absolutely wonât lie to you.â
The little fox was coaxed while Little Vermilion Bird shrank back. âIâm really not a chicken⊠chirp.â
Based on the common nature of the souls, Xie Xi was afraid this chicken would cry too and had to hurriedly tell him, âI know youâre not. You are a vermillion birdâŠâ
Before he could finish, the little foxâs eyes brightened. âVermillion bird? I love sparrows the most!â
Vermilion Bird and sparrow wasnât the same thing, Ancestor Nine Tails!
Xie Xi told him, âVermilion Bird is a holy beast, not ordinary poultry!â
White Tiger heard the word âbeastâ and became greedy. âIs a holy beast delicious?â
Large predators disdained to eat poultry but a holy beast sounded good.
Fortunately, there was a âbig brotherâ in the pile. Houqing earnestly told him, âOf course, you canât eat him!â
Xie Xi was very pleased and wanted to praise this child when he heard Houqing say, âHe is only the size of the palm of a hand and will be bald once the feathers are taken off. What is left? It isnât worth wasting firewood.â
Xie Xi, ââŠâŠâ He would retract the praise. This big brother wasnât reliable! Vermilion Bird was small but knew a lot. After hearing this, he was scared and shrank into Xie Xiâs arms.
Xie Xi was afraid that this bird would fall into the tigerâs (fox) mouth and hurriedly announced, âHe is your brother. You canât eat your brother!â
White Tiger made a disdainful noise. âHe is too small and my mouth will be full of hair when eating him!â
The little fox blinked. âWhat is a brother?â
Little Houqing started his teaching again.
Xie Xi finished collecting everyone and felt very comfortable, but his mouth twitched crazily as he listened to their conversation.
Who would think that this serious as an adult, violent, arrogant and hyperactive tiger, unmoving bracelet, crybaby who wants to eat chicken and a small hairball⊠were all Jiang Xie!
No, Xie Xiâs blood gauge was empty. He was stunned by his loverâs colourful childhood.
Xie Xi wasnât in a hurry to return to the flower world and strolled through the Holy Mountain and Demon Sea for a while.
By the time they returned to the flower world, the children had become familiar with each other and even Little Azure Dragon, who couldnât talk, eavesdropped using his small head.
He was lying around Xie Xiâs wrist and Xie Xi poked him. âDonât you want to play with them?â
The little head shook and rubbed against the palm of Xie Xiâs hand.
Xie Xi was ticklish and laughed. âWhen will you grow up?â By all accounts, the souls should be the same age. Perhaps it was because Azure Dragon had been living alone that he wasnât good at words.
Nine Tails and Vermilion Bird had become enemies.
Little Vermilion Bird was the most talkative. He sometimes chirped and was rarely bad to the flowers. They circled him and taught him how to crowâŠ
Xie Xi hurriedly took back the chick⊠ah, Little Vermilion Bird, lest such a rare holy beast became a domestic chicken.
Little Nine Tails stared at Vermilion Bird, the thoughts in his silver eyes extremely clear. âThis chicken, once I grab you, I will eat you in one gulp!â
Xie Xi thought about it and found White Tiger who had the highest combat force, telling him to always pay attention to Vermilion Birdâs safety.
The white tiger screamed, âIâm not free!â However, his body was very honest and he took care of his younger brothers.
Xie Xi stilled painted for them daily. He vaguely felt that the problem with his body might be related to these paintings but he couldnât stop.
The Holy Mountain and Demon Sea must exist. The more realistic it was, the better. After all, these five children had to live there many years later.
Xie Xi couldnât let them see any flaws.
The world under his pen was the real world, so that no confusion and absurdity would be created in the living. Whenever he painted, the five little ones were always quiet. They watched seriously and didnât dare ask questions.
Xie Xi had a good memory and drew everything he could imagine. There was Earth and also the worlds he had experienced.
He found it strange and interesting. No wonder why players grew step by step from a collector, recorder or explorer to a designer. Without these experiences of countless worlds, how could a person design a unique world?
Thinking and insight were indispensable. Perhaps a designerâs job was far less boring than he imagined and it certainly wasnât as powerful and exaggerated as he thought.
A designer wasnât god. Jiang Xie said it was more like the hand of god.
Xie Xi understood a bit. If a god was above everything, then the designer was still in the mountains. This was the biggest difference.
Designers designed worlds because they couldnât create anything that didnât exist. They brought together countless experiences to form a new world. It was natural, not deliberate and at the same time, uncontrollable.
Xie Xi was drawing when he heard Little Vermilion Birdâs voice. âWhat is this?â
âHmm?â Xie Xi stopped his pen and glanced over.
Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird and Nine Tails hadnât seen the previous paintings so before he finished, they went to see the others.
White Tiger wasnât happy. âHow can you not understand? Arenât you looking at a new painting?â
He had a fierce nature and everyone knew this.
Xie Xi quickly finished painting before glancing at Little Vermilion Bird. âWhatâs the matter?â
Little Vermilion Bird was holding the picture book and he pointed to the word on the cover. âI donât know this.â
Xie Xi examined it and his pupils shrank. This was a line on the originally empty space of the cover.
Godâs Wisdom â Xie Xi.
Xie Xi thoughtfully rubbed these words.
Little Houqing mentioned, âThey werenât there before.â
White Tiger stared at the three children. âThis is a very precious thing. How can you scribble on it?â
Little Nine Tails protested. âWe didnât do it. It appeared on its own!â
White Tiger refuted, âIt wasnât there before. Why did it appear in your hands if you didnât do it?â
In the past, Houqing would try to stop White Tigerâs arrogance. This time, he didnât open his mouth. It was because this book was too important for them. It was their spiritual sustenance during Xie Xiâs five years of sleep.
They might know that the flower god was sleeping but in the eyes of ordinary people, sleeping for so long was really worrying.
This magical picture book seemed to tell Houqing and White Tiger that the flower god wasnât a mortal. A god was different and there was nothing abnormal about sleeping for a long time.
Xie Xi spoke softly, âGodâs wisdom, Xie Xi.â
The five little ones stared at him, understanding yet not understanding. Little Vermilion Bird asked, âWhat is godâs wisdom? What is Xie Xi?â
Xie Xi explained, âThe book is the godâs wisdom. Xie Xi is my name.â
This was interesting and their attention was grabbed. âThe name of Lord Flower God?â
Xie Xi nodded. âYes, my name.â
Azure Dragon cocked his head. He couldnât speak so he could only wait for others to ask the questions. Fortunately, Little Nine Tails had similar thoughts and wondered, âWhat is a name?â
Houqing also asked, âLord Flower Godâs name isnât Flower God?â
Xie Xi shook his head. âThis isnât a name. It is a title.â
White Tiger opened his mouth. âWhat is the difference between a title and a name?â
Xie Xi replied, âA title doesnât belong to me alone while the name does belong to me alone. Even if there is the same name, in the eyes of acquaintances, this name is unique to that person. It is the most special self-existence.â
Xie Xi never understood why people in this quasi-world had no real names.
Azure Dragon, Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, Houqing and Nine Tails, these titles werenât unique. They were inherited and passed down.
Purple Nine, Red Two, White 99 on Rose Mountain⊠this concept was the same. It was rough and simple.
It was true that a name wasnât purely unique but for one person, it was their true self. Xie Xi was Xie Xi, an existence that had been recognized since birth.
Little Vermilion Birdâs heart was tickled. âLord Flower God, can you give me a name?â
Xie Xi was startled. The other four also glanced at him. They were obvious or hid it but they were all looking forward to a name.
Xie Xi smiled. âOkay.â
He just agreed when he felt dizzy.
This was a situation that occurred when he wanted to sleep because he was too tired. What happened? He had only woken up for a few months this time. Why was he sleeping again? Was it because he painted too many images?
Xie Xi wanted to give them names but the words on his lips couldnât be spoken. It was as if there was a force stopping his tongue from moving.
Then a blank voice filled his mind.
Azure Dragon, lifespan of 500 years, died from thunder tribulation.
Vermilion Bird, lifespan of 300 years, died from a fire tribulation.
White Tiger, lifespan of 90 years, died in battle.
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Nine Tails, lifespan of 300 years, died from his divinity being extinguished.
Houqing, lifespan of 80 years, died from aging.
Xie Xi was shocked. How could this be? They should live for a long time with heaven and earth.
The blank voice was heard again. âGive them names, acknowledge their existence and God will disappear.â
Xie Xi found that this voice belonged to him. It was just calmer and knowledgable.