Chapter 305 The Birth of New Heavenly Rules

Pingyi gently hugged the beauty in his arms. The two of them looked rosy and hugged each other in love. Apart from the faint sound of the stream, only Hong Ye's tired breathing was left.

"Slut, you want my body, and I must know your name. Don't forget that you promised not to let me down."

Faced with Hongye's uneasiness, Pingyi just held her tightly in her arms, leaned over and kissed Hongye's earlobe with her lips, and whispered:

"My name is Pingyi. I think you must have heard of it. After all, in this Yunmengze, my name is certainly familiar."

After Pingyi spoke, Hongye suddenly turned pale and lost all color. The moment she heard Pingyi's name, endless fear suddenly arose in her heart.

She grew up in Yunmengze since she was a child, and her reputation as Pingyi was like thunder. She waited endlessly for goddesses one after another. When her appearance was gone, until she was exhausted, she had already become a legend in Yunmengze.

It's a pity that what is being praised is not the love between gods and humans, but the tragedy of the love between humans and gods. It will always have such a romantic beginning and a bleak ending like hers.

Hong Ye looked at the screen in front of her, a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, but also contained a trace of hope. She lost her previous self-confidence and coquettishness, and asked timidly:

"You will stay, right? You won't abandon me, right?"

Pingyi just nodded naturally, made a promise, and said:

"Relax, I will always be with you. Unless you don't want me anymore, I will always be with you."

Hongye felt a little more relaxed after hearing this, and fell asleep deeply in Pingyi's arms. Pingyi just glanced at Hongye with pity and let her sleep in her arms.

By the time Hongye woke up, it was already dusk in the sky. Countless stars were dotted in the night sky, but there were no shadows in sight. There were only the light and shadow caused by the burning bonfire on the side, and the occasional sound of explosions.

Before seeing the screen, Hongye immediately became anxious and hurriedly stood up, letting the big cloak covering his body slip down, revealing the endless spring light.

Hong Ye acted as if she had never heard of this, and kept looking around with her eyes, but she never saw him, which only made her feel aggrieved.

Hongye had always prided herself on being strong, but at this moment, tears welled up in her eyes. She hugged the cloak left by Pingyi and burst into tears beside the bonfire.

While she was feeling sad, Hongye heard the sound of trampling on dead branches behind her. She turned around suddenly and saw Pingyi holding some dry firewood in her hands. She smiled at him and said:

"Whose little fox is crying like this? I just saw that the bonfire was a little small, so I went to collect some firewood. You know, although it is still midsummer, it is still a bit chilly at night."

"I'm fine, but I'm afraid that the little fox will catch the cold, and it will be my fault to borrow time."

Hongye wanted to get up and run away, holding Pingyi in her arms, but she felt sore all over, as if she had been crying for a long time, and was too tired during the day to have the strength to get up.

Seeing this, Pingyi casually placed the dry firewood next to the campfire, squatted down next to Hongye, hugged her into her arms, and said softly:

"Don't cry anymore, I'll always be here. Trust me, I won't leave you behind."

Hongye burst into tears when he heard this, and his whole body was buried in Pingyi's chest. After a while, he slowly became quieter.

Hongye's voice was broken by sobs, and he could only hear the words in his mouth:

"Pingyi, I couldn't see you when I opened my eyes. I thought you really didn't want me anymore."

Pingyi did not speak, but silently patted Hongye's back with his hand. He knew that what Hongye wanted at this time was not a promise, but a silent comfort, telling her with actions that he was there.

The bonfire on the side was still burning. Under the blowing of the night wind, the firelight swayed wantonly, reflecting on the two of them, and even the stars in the sky became beautiful.

In this way, the two of them have lived in the Red Maple Mountain for more than three hundred years, and have developed and grown the Red Maple Fox little by little. The relationship between the two is like honey and oil, growing day by day.

Hong Ye got up on the bed, never feeling so happy. She met the Lord of Gods, fell in love with him, and stayed together for three hundred years.

So happy and beautiful, if this is a dream, Hongye hopes never to wake up.

But just when Hongye was humming a ballad with a smile on his face, he felt that the past legends about Pingyi were too false and were smeared by outsiders.

Hongye suddenly raised his head and saw himself in the bronze mirror. In the past, he was as smooth as jade and full of youth, but a wrinkle suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes.

At this moment, Hongye took action and knocked the bronze mirror to the ground.

The bronze mirror hit the stone steps and made a loud noise. The originally smooth mirror surface was bent and a concave spot was created by the impact.

Hongye picked up the bronze mirror from the ground and looked at the broken bronze mirror in front of her. The dents on it were like the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, so conspicuous and frightening.

At this moment, Hongye seemed to understand something, but she still couldn't believe it. There was still a glimmer of hope in her heart.

Pingyi heard the sound in the distance, walked to Hongye's side, took the bronze mirror from Hongye's hand, placed it on the table, and said with concern:

"What's wrong? Are there any injuries?"

Hongye shook his head, looking at the dazzling and handsome screen in front of him as before, his heart suddenly felt sad, but he still forced a smile and said:

"Pingyi, let's have a child."

Hearing this, Pingyi frowned slightly and spoke softly:

"The innate divine life is perfect, and the foundation is too high. Without a chance, it would be difficult to give birth to an heir. Besides, wouldn't it be good for you and me to live happily like this?"

As he said that, Pingyi looked at Hongye, but seemed to find something, and asked:

"Are you worried about the aging of your appearance and the passage of your lifespan? I sit in Yunmengze and am the God of Heaven. I have countless spiritual roots and herbs. There are solutions to both my appearance and my lifespan."

"You don't need to worry about this. As long as you want, we can live together until the end of time and be as happy as we are now."

Hong Ye suddenly felt a lot more relaxed, but she still felt a little disappointed because she couldn't have an heir, but fortunately she felt at peace.

Sure enough, on the next day, Pingyi brought a jade fruit to Hongye. Eating it can restore youth and extend life for three thousand years.

It's not that Pingyi is unwilling to give better things. It's that Hongye's body is too weak for these spiritual creatures, and he can't eat those good things.

As for those treasures that do not require the physical body, Pingyi has to wait until the heaven holds a conference before Pingyi has the opportunity to obtain them.

Otherwise, he could only pray or ask Fuxi and the others. Pingyi felt that since there was a solution, there was no need to be so obsessed with those top spiritual fruits.

Hongye didn't think anything about this. Now that the problem had been solved, she was naturally happy to continue getting along with Pingyi and didn't want to think further.

A thousand years have passed like this, and the two of them are still the same as before, and Hongye's appearance has not changed since she regained her youth.

Hongye thought that the two of them could get along like this forever, and that one day when they woke up and looked at the screen beside them, Hongye suddenly felt a lot empty in her heart.

Awakening the screen beside her, Hongye spoke hopefully:

"Pingyi, let's have a child."

Faced with Pingyi's confusion, Hongye said with expectation:

"I've been thinking lately, how great it would be if the two of us could have a child and watch him grow up, get married and have children."

"Do you know? Pingyi, even in my recent dreams, I have been dreaming about this scene. We live a peaceful life and the children run wild in the courtyard. How happy would that be?"

Pingyi was confused by this. In Hongye's eyes, this scene was extremely happy, but he couldn't feel the interest in it.

Regarding Hongye's expectations, Pingyi just thought that Hongye was always worried about him, so she comforted him:

"The two of us will be happy forever. As for the child, as an innate saint, it is too difficult for me to give birth to an heir."

"Unless heaven guides us, the time and place are right, and the roads are in harmony, it is almost impossible to give birth to an heir. And it's just you and me, wouldn't it be good to just keep living like this?"

As soon as these words came out, Hongye's heart suddenly exploded like thunder, and the bronze mirror from thousands of years ago seemed to reappear in front of his eyes.

Hongye finally understood the legend that had spread in Yunmengze in the past. Looking at Pingyi in front of him who had no idea about it, Hongye stood up and hugged Pingyi, and said with a smile:

"Pingyi, you know, humans and gods are different. I just realized today that God's emotions are too heavy and too long. Humans cannot bear such a long-lasting love."

The meaning of Hongye's smile was so complicated that even Hongye himself didn't know whether it was more relaxing or more painful.

Pingyi looked at Hongye, who was hugging him tightly, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He wanted to speak but was unable to speak.

Hongye leaned in Pingyi's arms for a long time, and finally said:

"Pingyi, let's go, you are free. Love is very important to people, but love cannot be the only thing in a person's life."

Pingyi asked puzzledly:

"Is it possible that you have to separate from me because you don't have a child? If you really want a child, we can adopt one."

However, Hongye seemed to have put down a heavy burden in her heart, her tone was indescribably relaxed, and she spoke:

"People need a kind of sustenance to keep their emotions forever. Whether it is a descendant of the continuation of blood or something else, but after all, there must be something to carry it, so that people can go on forever and lastingly."

"Pingyi, I still love you. Your life is even more important than mine. No matter whether you leave or not, I will still love you."

"But rather than staying, I hope you can be free, or that selfish me can be free."

Hongye buried her head on Pingyi's chest. The two of them were naked, but there was no trace of lust. This made Hongye understand more and more what choice she should make.

There was silence between the two. After a long time, Hongye sighed again:

"God's love is too heavy."

Pingyi finally spoke:

"I understand, I will leave tomorrow, and let me spend one last day with you."

Pingyi's eyes were always fixed on Hongye, and Hongye smiled at this, and said as he did when they first met:

"You libertine, why are you looking at the slave family like this? The slave family cannot be used as food, so you can't take your eyes off it."

Pingyi also smiled soothingly and said:

"Xiao Ye'er, how could you know that you can't eat it as food? Don't you think it's so beautiful and delicious? In my eyes, Xiao Ye'er, you are more heart-warming than that delicious food."

"If you don't believe me, just smell it. Which restaurant's food is as delicious as this? It makes me reluctant to leave."

After these words, the two fell into silence again. After a while, Hongye said:

"How about you accompany me to experience the stream in the past?"

Pingyi hummed and followed him.

At this time in the heaven, Dijun and Taiyi finally returned, and Qi, Nuwa, and Fuxi welcomed them together.

Hongjun did not show up. He was walking in the heaven at this time. Three hundred years ago, he suddenly said that he wanted to see the world. Qi did not refuse and let him walk in the heaven.

Dijun, Taiyi and Qi returned to the Lingxiao Palace. Everyone talked happily. The matter of the starry sky finally came to an end for the time being. Including Qi, they were relieved.

Although he knew that Hongjun was in the heaven at this time and came for the starry sky, Qi believed that the other party would not force him.

The great god Yangmei was Qi's confidence. As the heaven where the three talents of heaven, earth and man were unified, it was Qi's capital that he was not afraid of Hongjun now.

The Donghuang Bell kept shaking in Taiyi's hand, and Taiyi was quite confused about it, but he didn't know why.

In Hongfeng Mountain, Pingyi and Hongye looked at the stream that had dried up at this time, and the former river channel disappeared and turned into a forest. They were also mixed with emotions.

The bonfire was burning, the sky gradually dimmed, and the stars were swaying. Hongye hugged Pingyi from behind, a tear slid down, and whispered:

"Wanderer, I'm sorry, you have never let me down, but I..."

Hongye didn't say the rest of the words. The tears and the sadness of separation in her heart had already made her unable to speak.

Pingyi turned around and hugged Hongye, saying:

"It's not too late for you to regret now."

Hongye didn't speak, but just kept shaking her head in Pingyi's arms, and her tears moistened Pingyi's chest. The two looked at each other in silence.

At dawn, Pingyi looked at the sleeping Hongye, covered her with a cloak, and turned to walk towards Yunmengze.

At this moment, the Donghuang Bell suddenly sounded in the heaven, and its melody was faint and long.

Dijun, Taiyi, Qi, Fuxi, and Nuwa all understood everything from the sound of the bell. In the end, Nuwa sighed, but did not speak.

Dijun just glanced at the people in the field, reached out to take a golden pen from the table, and slowly wrote in the air:

"From today on, in the heavens and on the earth, in the universe, people and gods are not allowed to fall in love. If they violate it, they will be punished."

Nine thunders exploded in the sky, and everyone in the prehistoric world, whether gods, immortals, or humans, felt it in their hearts.

P S: I suddenly realized yesterday that I had written a little off, and I had to gather the main line, otherwise the plot would be too slow.

If you don't object to this kind of story about heavenly rules and laws, I can only organize it into a big chapter and post it as a side story in the future.

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