Jiang Lin asked her: "Do you have any difficulties?"
The Weaver Girl shook her head, hesitated for a moment, and then nodded.
“I had a… not-so-nice dream,” she said.
Jiang Lin looked at her quietly: "I'm all ears."
But it was difficult for Zhinu to tell Jiang Lin about those things in her dream.
She opened her mouth, and finally just said: "Forget it, it's just a dream after all, not reality."
As if trying to convince herself, she nodded affirmatively and repeated, "It was just a dream, it's all fake."
Jiang Lin said, "But immortals rarely dream. Weaver Girl, if this dream bothers you, have you ever thought that it might be a hint to you?"
The Weaver Girl looked a little pale.
She murmured, "You're right. Perhaps this is fate telling me something. I can't just sit there and wait for death."
Jiang Lin then said, "But you don't have to be too anxious. As you said, dreams are just dreams after all, and they are different from reality."
The Weaver Girl looked at Jiang Lin with some confusion.
"My Lord," she said softly, "You seem to have changed a lot. We have known each other for tens of thousands of years, and we have never talked so much in one go."
"Everyone changes." Jiang Lin looked at her with a smile, "I have known Zhinu for tens of thousands of years, and I have never seen you wearing such a gorgeous dress and looking so beautiful, right?"
The Weaver Girl subconsciously touched her skirt.
Jiang Lin was heard saying again: "Don't think too much. If you are really worried that dreams will affect reality, why don't you try to change it yourself?"
The Weaver Girl looked up at him.
Jiang Lin smiled and said, "Now I can answer your question."
"We are friends. If you have any trouble, you can come to me."
Zhinu's eyes were filled with tears, and she whispered, "Thank you."
After a pause, she added, "I'm sorry."
Jiang Lin was surprised: "Why say sorry?"
The Weaver Girl seemed to have let go of some heavy burden in her heart and smiled: "Before, I trapped myself tightly because of something that had not happened yet, and almost misunderstood innocent people. Now, I finally understand."
Jiang Lin didn't ask her what she was, he just said, "Just come out."
The Weaver Girl smiled easily and said, "Then I will take my leave first, Immortal Lord."
Jiang Lin: "Slow down."
The Weaver Girl turned around and left the Ninth Heaven and returned to her own palace.
Jiang Lin continued to squat by the Tianhe River, thinking every day about how to take care of this newly cultivated, fragile little baby.
But in January, he heard a piece of news from the fairies who came to the peach blossom forest to enjoy the flowers:
The Weaver Girl, who had lived in her own palace for a long time, suddenly knelt outside the palace of the Emperor of Heaven, holding a piece of glittering brocade in her hands. She said that she was ashamed for so many years, but she didn't even know how to appreciate the kindness of her father, which was really unfilial.
"The Weaver Goddess has little strength and is unable to protect the area for the Father God. She can only contribute her little strength and personally weave a piece of cloud brocade for the Father God to show her filial piety."
When the Emperor of Heaven heard the news, he was stunned for a moment.
Jiang Lin's guess was correct. The almighty Emperor of Heaven had long forgotten about his daughter.
It took him a few breaths to remember that he had a daughter named Zhinu.
When hearing the news, the Emperor of Heaven couldn't even remember what the Weaver Girl looked like.
But as parents, they will never be unhappy because their children are filial.
Although the Emperor of Heaven felt that the Weaver Girl's behavior was a bit abrupt, he still met her in a good mood.
When they met, the Emperor of Heaven was very pleased with the Weaver Girl's beautiful face and cloud-like hair. He rewarded her with a large number of treasures and even showed some concern for her recent situation.
The Weaver Girl was moved and replied: "I weave clouds for the sky every day. Although I rarely have free time, I don't feel tired when I think of adding color to the heaven."
The Emperor of Heaven frowned when he heard this.
"It's hard to find some free time? No wonder I haven't seen you for hundreds of years."
The Emperor of Heaven ordered his celestial servant to carefully select dozens of weaving fairies to go to the Weaver Girl's palace to help.
The Weaver Girl thanked him with tears of gratitude and received many treasures as reward from the Emperor of Heaven before leaving.
The Emperor of Heaven looked at the back of the Weaver Girl and felt a little better: "My daughter is quite interesting."
Hou Tu was coming over with documents submitted by the gods of various lands. Seeing the smiling face of the Emperor of Heaven, she asked, "What good news has happened to your Majesty?"
The Emperor of Heaven smiled and said, "Just now, my beautiful daughter gave me a piece of precious brocade, hinting to me that her life was too hard."
Hou Tu was surprised: "Oh? Your Majesty has such a bold daughter?"
The Emperor thought for a moment and shook his head: "I have never noticed what kind of personality the Weaver Girl had before. However, she never dared to appear in front of me before, so she must not be so bold."
When he thought of this, his bright and divine eyes looked in the direction where the Weaver Girl left. His gaze was filled with gray mist and flashes of reincarnation.
"Master Liu also has a little fairy who herds cattle on the west side of the Milky Way?" The Emperor of Heaven saw two causes and effects in the Weaver Girl.
He simply ignored the cowherd fairy and asked, "Could it be that Immortal Liu came up with this idea?"
Hou Tu asked, "Should we go find Immortal Lord Liu to meet you?"
The Emperor of Heaven retracted his gaze and said with disinterest, "Forget it. My daughter, if you are brave enough, ask me for a few people, it will be quite interesting. What's there to see?"
The Goddess of Weaving came out of the Palace of the Emperor of Heaven with a calm expression. After walking a long way, she came to a secluded place. Then she put her hand on her heart, which was beating very fast.
She was afraid of the Emperor of Heaven.
Whether it is the daughter's fear of her father, or the goddess' fear of the Emperor of Heaven.
She had never dared to imagine that there would come a day when she would take the initiative to seek an audience with God the Father.
But she thought about it for a long time during this period.
That dream may be false, or it may be true.
But no matter whether it was true or not, this dream was enough to make her realize how terrible her previous life was.
This can't go on any longer.
Liu Xianjun was right. Why did she have to work so hard day and night
She is not the only deity in heaven who can weave.
The life span of a god is so long that it is difficult to count. If she is trapped in that small temple day after day, what is the meaning of her life as a god
She was indeed extremely afraid of the Emperor of Heaven and hesitated for a long time before going.
But she was more afraid that what happened in her dream would become reality.
Such a comparison -
"Compared to the hopeless dreams, I have nothing to fear anymore," the Weaver Girl said to herself.
The Weaver Girl went to the Ninth Heaven to thank Jiang Lin.
This was the third time Jiang Lin had seen the Weaver Girl since he traveled to this world.
For the first time, the other person looked confused and dazed, with tired eyes, as if he was being weighed down by something.
The second time the Weaver Girl left, the confusion in her eyes disappeared, as if an old rotten tree had regained its vitality.
This time, Jiang Lin looked at the radiant and dazzling goddess in front of him with some surprise.
"Congratulations, you seem to be doing well lately," he praised.
The Weaver Girl laughed. She was wearing a colorful embroidered dress, with jingling hairpins and rings. She looked generous and confident.
"I came to thank you, Immortal Lord." The Weaver Girl bowed to him, "You enlightened me that day."
Jiang Lin avoided it and shook his head: "I didn't do anything. You should thank yourself."
He asked her: "So now, has the problem that confused you been solved?"
Zhinu shook her head hesitantly: "It's hard to say, I don't know what direction things will develop in the future, but I can be sure-"
Her eyes became firm again: "I know exactly what I want now. If, if it is still like in the dream, I will not just accept it, accept it, and end up complaining in vain."
"That's good!" Jiang Lin was very happy about her transformation, and showed the enthusiasm that was most common in his hometown in his previous life, "To celebrate, I'll treat you to a meal!"
"Eat?" The Weaver Girl was stunned.
Jiang Lin nodded naturally, "Yes, the Nine Heavens Spiritual Soil grows authentic fruits and vegetables. Some time ago, Xiao Zong also went to the Beast Garden to ask for a few rare birds, and raised them in the back."
Weaver Girl:
She followed Jiang Lin into the Immortal Palace in a daze, and then—
Weaver Girl: …
Under the sworn defense of Qingfeng and Qingyue, in order to preserve the "reputation" of the Fairy Palace, Jiang Lin had to take a step back and not grow vegetables in the front, where there were peach blossom forests and dandelions.
But when it comes to the principle of farming, Jiang Lin will not give in.
Using the Immortal Palace as the boundary, after passing through it, Jiang Lin personally set up a barrier behind.
With his current strength, this barrier could probably only be seen through by those few gods of terrifyingly high status in heaven.
And those people obviously wouldn't be so idle as to come to his desolate land.
At this moment, the Weaver Girl looked in front of her, and saw a series of vine racks in the middle, which were hung with different kinds of fruits.
On both sides are neatly cultivated vegetable plots, with juicy vegetables growing one after another and growing very well.
Further away was a huge, hand-dug pond, and beside the pond, there were some very pretty spirit beasts strolling.
Of course, in Jiang Lin's eyes, their edible value is far greater than their ornamental value.
Jiang Lin focused on introducing this pond: "I dug it myself, and used magic to draw up the water. Some of the aquatic products raised in it were found in the kitchen of the Heavenly Palace. I also went to the mortal world in person and brought back many species to raise."
At this point, Jiang Lin exclaimed: "This Heavenly Palace is different. It has abundant spiritual energy. Whether it's vegetables or fish, they all grow exceptionally well after coming here."
Weaver Girl: “…”
She looked at Jiang Lin with a complicated expression: "Are you... really Liu Xianjun?"
A big change in temperament is acceptable.
But isn’t this change too outrageous
Jiang Lin just asked her back: "Are you the Weaver Girl?"
The Weaver Girl reflected on herself and thought that perhaps in the eyes of others, her changes were also earth-shaking.
I shouldn't have been so suspicious, she reflected.
Jiang Lin was happy to see a poor goddess escape her tragic fate.
He was rarely enthusiastic and cooked himself, making a large table of delicious food to entertain the Weaver Girl.
In his opinion, cooking to entertain friends is a normal thing.
But some people are not happy.