The heavens were broken and the gods were panicked.
The harvest in the fairy world that lasted for fifty thousand years turned this world into a leaky sieve.
Just when all spirits withered and rules collapsed, on the abandoned peak of Qingyun Sect, an old man Han who had been sweeping the land for seventy years picked up a bright red "bean" from a tree hole.
"This bean is about to expire, Dahuang, please give it a try."
So, the "Heaven-Building Pill" that carried the destiny of a world was mixed into the fish soup and fed to a fat orange cat who was about to die of old age.
Since then, Qi Mingfeng's painting style has completely gone astray:
The bare broom in his hand sweeps away fallen leaves, but mends the fragmented spaces;
The row of cabbage in his backyard is filled with bacon, but filled with spiritual roots that have dried up for thousands of years;
The firewood he used to smoke the dried fish was the self-broken bone of the supreme being in the demon world, which was the supreme cause and effect that all living beings longed for.
The Empress of the Immortal Realm came and wanted to rob her of life, but in Old Man Han's kuding tea, she washed away all the blood and evil all over her body;
The gods of Zhongzhou gathered together and wanted to restart the world, but they knelt down neatly under Old Man Han's broom.
Old Man Han was puzzled:
"Old man, I really just want to sweep the floor and make a fur vest for the cat.
As for all the heavens and worlds, you can play with them by yourselves, and don't disturb the fallen leaves here. "
Dahuang lay on his shoulder and yawned lazily.
What it swallowed was not the elixir, but the life of this world.
As for the old man carrying the broom, he didn't know that every time he waved the broom, a patch was quietly sewn into the sky that was on the verge of breaking.
